Chapter 132: Soldiers Set Sail into the Dark World
Kyushu was just settled not long ago, and there were many complicated things to deal with.

It was not until three months later that the officials of Yan State, who had initially sorted out various local affairs, began to prepare for a series of events, including offering sacrifices to heaven and earth, changing the country's name, and establishing the Dragon Court.

Ding Hai, who was not interested in playing the game of three requests and three declines, officially changed the country's name to Ming Dynasty Yan at the grand court meeting on the first day of June. He ascended the throne with his own crown and proclaimed himself emperor, with the reign title - Jingwu.

As for the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, on the sixth day of the same month, Ding Hai led all the civil and military officials in the Temple of Heaven outside the capital to complete the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven and earth by the new regime of the Ming Dynasty.

On the same day, under his leadership, the soldiers of the Anbei Army whose souls had returned to the underworld were all gathered in the area of ​​the underworld corresponding to the capital city under the guidance of the destiny of the Ming Dynasty.

At midnight, Ding Hai issued an edict to mobilize the destiny of the Ming Dynasty to formally establish the Dragon Court.

That night, the golden light that shone when the Dragon Court was established spread throughout the underworld.

In the underworld, which corresponds to the area where the capital city is located in the world of the living, the tens of thousands of Anbei Army souls that gathered here, under the shining of golden light, no longer look like evil ghosts with mutilated limbs and hideous faces.

Under the baptism of the Ming Dynasty's national destiny, they shed their chaotic thinking of ghosts and regained their humanity.

As soon as their humanity was restored, guided by their instincts, these tens of thousands of Anbei Army soldiers subconsciously formed the military formation that was imprinted deep in their memories.

A moment later, a well-disciplined army appeared on the spot, replacing the chaotic evil spirits.

Ding Hai, who was observing this scene in the world of the living, was extremely satisfied. With this army of military spirits with strict military discipline, the new Ming Dynasty regime had taken root in the underworld.

Next, as long as they could resist the counterattack of the Black Mountain Demon, the matter of establishing the Dragon Court would be almost done.

Thinking of the Black Mountain Old Monster, Ding Hai's eyes flashed with coldness. When he attacked Qi, this old monster took advantage of the Yin-Yang channel to fish in troubled waters and devoured many people.

This time, if the Black Mountain Demon dares to show up in the capital of the underworld, Ding Hai doesn't mind going deep into the underworld and killing it.

On the Black Mountain outside the City of Wrongful Death, looking at the golden light of the Dragon Court that spread throughout the Netherworld, the Black Mountain Old Demon howled angrily: "Wang Nanrong is too much of a ghost bully. Since ancient times, only the underworld has invaded the living world. When has anyone in the living world ever invaded the Netherworld?

He is eroding the authority that I, the master, have worked so hard to control. If I swallow my anger today, I am afraid that one day I will no longer have a place to stand in the entire underworld.

Come here, mobilize the soldiers of the City of the Dead and summon all the ghost kings. I want to wipe out Wang Nanrong's Dragon Court and bring him down to the living world, where there will be mountains of corpses and seas of blood!"

In a rage, the Black Mountain Old Demon's indistinguishable ghostly howls spread throughout the entire area around the City of the Dead. At his command, all the demons and monsters in the City of the Dead gathered together.

With the joint training of a few ghosts who knew a little about the art of commanding troops, after more than a month of effort, an extremely chaotic army of ghosts appeared outside the City of the Dead.

Looking at the endless army of ghosts, the Black Mountain Demon suddenly became very happy.

This is the result of hundreds of years of cultivation in the underworld. With this army of ghosts numbering in the billions, who in the world can stop the Black Mountain Demon?

Wang Nanrong's army of only tens of thousands of souls would be unable to stop the ghost army.

Thinking of this, the Black Mountain Old Demon laughed happily.

In the City of the Dead, which should have been deserted, two men in black robes in a hidden place all looked at the Black Mountain Old Demon who was laughing outside the City of the Dead with eyes looking at a dead ghost.

"E Zichuan, as the current head of the Laoshan Sect, your eyesight must be pretty good.

How many moves do you think this stupid Black Mountain Old Demon can take from Wang Nanrong? As an ally, you can't deceive a lowly King Qi like me! "

“Replying to King Qi, please forgive my shortsightedness, but I really can’t guess how many moves the Black Mountain Old Demon can hold out against the Emperor Ming.

If I have to give a time limit, I think the Black Mountain Old Demon will not be able to survive more than one move from the Ming Emperor.

Whether it is practicing martial arts or cultivating immortals, the gap will only get bigger as you go higher. Although the ghost energy of the Black Mountain Old Demon is extremely condensed, it is somewhat vulnerable compared to the pure yang and strong magic power of Emperor Minghuang.

Furthermore, Emperor Minghuang's cultivation of Taoism is probably close to that of an immortal, while the Black Mountain Old Demon's ghost cultivation is far from the immortal realm.

Therefore, Zichuan speculated that it would most likely be destroyed by the Emperor Ming in one encounter."

If there is someone who is familiar with the two people present, he or she can identify and analyze who the two people who are talking in the dark are just from what they said.

One of them should be E Zichuan from the Laoshan School who had an old acquaintance with Ding Hai in the capital, and the other one is most likely Ning Caichen, the King of Qi who disappeared out of thin air half a year ago.

Unexpectedly, King Ning Caichen of Qi, who had disappeared from the surface, actually hid quietly in the underworld with the remaining people of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism.

No wonder the newly born Ming Kingdom searched all over Kyushu but couldn't find any trace of them!

The Ming Dynasty's spies are living people, so there is no way they can explore the underworld.

"I bet that the Black Mountain Old Demon will definitely suffer a big setback during this trip. If things go wrong, he may even lose his life to Wang Nanrong."

Withdrawing his gaze, Ning Caichen started to make a bet with E Zichuan beside him.

As for Ning Caichen's tentative bet, E Zichuan, who didn't like gambling, simply refused to accept it.

"If the Black Mountain Old Demon dies at the hands of Emperor Ming, wouldn't that be exactly what we want?
Without this old ghost hanging around in the City of the Dead from time to time, wouldn't our progress in exploring the location of Yin Tianzi's secret realm in the City of the Dead be accelerated dozens of times?

If we cannot successfully open the secret realm left by Emperor Yin and obtain the trump cards and back-up plans left by Emperor Yin, your dream of restoring the country and my dream of revenge will be nothing but foolish dreams. "

Ning Caichen smiled silently under the black robe as he watched E Zichuan slip away after he finished speaking.

The new leader of the Laoshan Sect is still a little naive, and does not have the deep scheming of those old foxes who died at Taoye Ferry.

Joy, anger, sorrow and happiness are all shown on my face, but I don’t know who I’m showing it to?
My temporary ally?

Now it seems that the best thing Wang Nanrong did was to knock you, the Buddhists, Taoists and Confucianists, off the cloud and crush you into the dust.

Suppressing his dissatisfaction, Ning Caichen put on a smile again under his black robe and disappeared into the streets of the City of the Dead.

The secret treasure place of Emperor Yin, which is recorded in the ancient family books and is hidden in the City of the Dead, has not been found yet.

These guys from the three schools of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism are still useful for now, so it’s better not to turn against them if possible.

Capital city, Qianyang Palace.

Ding Hai, who had been waiting ever since the Black Mountain Demon began to gather his troops, handed the request for help written on the spiritual iron to Hou's adopted grandson who was standing beside him.

"There's a letter from Dragon Court. After a month of delay, the Black Mountain Old Monster is finally leaving. It's really hard for him."

"Grandfather, in order to win, the Black Mountain Old Demon has almost exhausted all the power of the Netherworld this time. With only the battle-hardened military souls in our Netherworld Dragon Court, we may not be able to defend the Netherworld Dragon Court, right?"

Compared to the extremely calm Ding Hai, Wang Yu, the adopted grandson who had just become the crown prince not long ago, felt a little anxious.

What does it mean to have hundreds of millions of evil spirits and demons?
The population of the previous dynasty, the Great Zhou, was not so large during its heyday, and the population of the newly established Ming Dynasty is even less comparable.

"Don't scare yourself. Don't be fooled by the Black Mountain Demon's boasting that there are billions of them. They are just a bunch of rabble.

If the Black Mountain Demon only selects elite troops to attack my Ming Dynasty Dragon Court, I might have a headache for a while due to the different rules between the Yin and Yang worlds.

But it chose to seek its own death, and gathered hundreds of millions of rabble. God is really helping our Ming Dynasty!"

Ding Hai felt a little disappointed with his restless adopted grandson. Even with his teachings, the child was still inferior to those founding emperors and heroes of troubled times.

If the Ming Dynasty under his rule was just a human country like the Zhou Dynasty, this child would still be a qualified ruler to maintain the status quo.

Wang Yu, who didn't know that his grandfather was disliking him in his heart, was very confused after hearing what Ding Hai said: "Grandfather, have you already made a backup plan for this situation? Is there a powerful weapon hidden in the Dragon Court of the underworld?"

"Your grandfather didn't make any backup plans in the Dragon Court, and there aren't any powerful weapons hidden in the Dragon Court of the underworld.

We are grandfather and grandson face to face, and I won't lie to you. In the beginning, I was actually planning to use a decapitation strategy to resolve this trouble.

However, the Black Mountain Demon's subsequent foolish behavior made me give up this idea."

"Grandfather, why?" After hearing Ding Hai's words, the adopted grandson Wang Yu immediately asked.

"You bastard, have you forgotten the saying 'One Man Ten Thousand is Boundless'? You have led troops before, and you know how many troops an outstanding general can directly control at most.

Thirty thousand! Even though our Ming Anbei Army has various communication methods, a general can only command thirty thousand troops at most. "

"Does the Black Mountain Demon have a capable minister like Feng He who can command the army on horseback and herd the people on foot? Does he have a general like Yang Ye who has a broad view of the overall situation? Does he have generals like Yang Yanzhao and Xiahou Wu who can charge into battle without any trouble?

It didn't. It searched the entire underworld and only found some third-rate warriors to help it control the ghosts.

Frightened by the special situation of the underworld, it can gather hundreds of millions of ghosts and monsters with the fierce power it has accumulated in the past, but its congenital deficiency makes it impossible for it to command these hundreds of millions of ghosts and monsters.

Once these uncontrollable rabble of millions roar, the Black Mountain Demon will know what it means to reap what you sow. Facing hundreds of millions of ghosts, even if it is the strongest ghost in the world, it will have no choice but to die. "

"Grandfather, if you say so, then wouldn't the Black Mountain Old Demon have already become a withered skeleton in a tomb? If the Black Mountain Old Demon died in the chaos of war, this netherworld would fall into the hands of our Ming Dynasty, and then..."

"What time do you mean by time? You have time to daydream about it. Why don't you get out and do your job?

The Black Mountain Demon is nothing to worry about, but we still have to take the hundreds of millions of ghosts and monsters it has gathered with us. Don't forget that there are still a group of traitors hiding in the dark and spying on this vast mountain and river.

Once these traitors open the Yin-Yang channel when billions of ghosts and monsters are in chaos and lead billions of ghosts and monsters into the human world, you can imagine what the consequences will be. "

Ding Hai, who had no interest in listening to his grandson's nonsense, interrupted him directly and sent him out to lead his ministers to make preventive preparations.

After watching his adopted grandson leave, Ding Hai reached out and cut open the barrier between the Yin and Yang worlds in the Qianyang Palace. Looking at the eerie space door, Ding Hai stepped in without hesitation.

Although he despised the Black Mountain Demon strategically, he would never underestimate it tactically.

The army of billions of ghosts and monsters is indeed a powder keg that can explode at any time, but if he does not take action personally, it is unknown when this powder keg will be ignited.

One step forward and yin and yang are reversed.

Ding Hai relies on his extremely powerful strength to walk in the underworld in his true form.

In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of military souls who were training desperately in the capital of the underworld saw the monarch who had lifted them out of their mental confusion.

"We, the ministers, respectfully welcome the Holy Lord's arrival."

"We, the ministers, respectfully welcome the Holy Lord's arrival."

"........."

Cheers from the bottom of their hearts rang out from the tens of thousands of soldiers who were prostrating themselves on the ground.

Looking at Ding Hai standing in the air, his body surrounded by dragon energy and his blood almost burning the void, the souls of the Anbei Army who had recovered some of their intelligence were all delighted. They were not unaware of the chaotic ghost energy that covered the sky and the sun coming from the direction of the City of the Dead.

Originally, they had regained their loyalty in their hearts. They were loyal to the Anbei Army back then and could still die for the Ming Dynasty. But now it seems that the Marquis has not given up on them!
"Comrades of the Anbei Army, you are the cornerstone of the Ming Dynasty. You are my comrades who have grown up with me from humble beginnings. You do not need to kneel before me.

On the contrary, I would like to bow deeply to you and thank you for the sacrifices you have made to pacify the troubled times.

Today, a ghost from the City of the Dead, the Black Mountain Old Demon, disregarded the will of heaven and led hundreds of millions of ghost soldiers to attack the Dragon Court of the Ming Dynasty. I will personally send it to death in the Dragon Court with all of you. "

"Wan Sheng, Wan Sheng..."

"Wind, strong wind, wind, strong wind..."

Hearing that Ding Hai, the living monarch, was willing to face the Black Mountain Demon's billions of ghost soldiers together with his dead subordinates.

The trace of fear in the hearts of tens of thousands of soldiers was instantly thrown away.

For a long time, led by the monarch before them, they had moved from one victory to another.

This time, they firmly believed that victory would still belong to them, to the Anbei Army, to the Yan State, and to the Ming Dynasty.

Looking at the high morale of the soldiers, Ding Hai immediately issued an order: "All generals, listen to my order, organize the army and prepare for battle. This battle is mainly about defense, and you should not rush to attack the enemy first.

After the enemy's formation is in disarray, you need to keep a distance from the chaotic army. After the enemy is defeated, you can capture the ghosts and monsters under the enemy's command.

Our Ming Dynasty Dragon Court has just been established in the Netherworld, and we are in need of laborers to build the Dragon Court."

In just a few words, Ding Hai planned how the battle should be conducted. As for the specific details on the battlefield, the generals and officers of the Freedom Army Soul filled in the instructions based on what they had learned in their lifetime.

The military formation changed, and in just one hour, tens of thousands of Anbei Army soldiers formed a defensive battle formation.

(End of this chapter)