The hills on the distant horizon are undulating in a series, leading to the end of the hazy Cang Palace.

The meandering river flows with a splash.

A forest-white skull lies on the shallow river beach, its dark eyes staring at the sky.

A single step was pulled out of the river, crushed the skull, and sank into the river sand again.

The owner of the soles of the feet has ink-black mucus flowing all over his body, and his rotten muscle texture is exposed to the air.

Just like a skinned ghost.

This skinned ghost held a weapon, looked around, and waved behind him.

Looking back, I saw a long line of people stretching to the end of the horizon, all of them were skinned ghosts.

This is a team that is marching in a hurry, and its members are all capable skinners.

The crowded team was completely silent, except for the continuous sound of footsteps that never stopped.

This is not Luoyang City, but a wasteland on the Heluo Plain.

The skinned ghosts stepped on the ground, creating a very different sense of tearing with the surrounding ground.

Because the path they are walking on is not in the world of the world, nor in the underworld.

The ancient path of Yin soldiers.

This is a military road that integrates the two realms of Yin and Yang, and is used to transport large groups of soldiers and horses.

Because it is independent of the Yang world and does not belong to the underworld, it is very secretive.

This powerful team of skinners set off from the ancient path of Yin soldiers without knowing it, and their goal is... Chang'an.

Hovering over this team is the faint and graceful singing voice.

The singing is as thin as a thread, and it is continuous and can make even the hard-hearted people cry.

The gloomy atmosphere brought by the Skinners was also diluted by the singing.

There was deathly silence all around, and only the sound of singing, from near to far, guided the direction of this army.

As your gaze rises up to the sky, you can trace the source of the song.

The golden light filled the hazy sky, and a graceful figure was circling.

I wonder what kind of magical bird can sing such beautiful fairy music?

Suddenly, a ray of light flew from a distance, fell to the ground and rolled, turning into an ancient mirror.

A woman's cold voice emerged from the ancient mirror.

"Prince, things have changed."

"After the death of Feitou Man, the Thousand-headed Dragon King Naga who I arranged to take care of in Shuifu was also slaughtered."

"Someone is harassing us. I'm afraid the plan has been leaked."

The singing gradually stopped.

As soon as the golden light faded, a big bird with golden feathers fell down.

The golden bird has a graceful body shape and smooth curves, giving people a soft and delicate feeling.

Anyone who sees it will have a feeling that this is a peerless beauty among birds.

But I saw the golden bird shaking its head, its feathers shaking off, as if it was raining.

The body of the bird is still there, but the head has taken off its feathers and has turned into the face of a peerless beauty.

The beauty's head is made of flesh and blood, with slender phoenix eyes, upturned nose and red lips, except for a pair of eyebrows, which are made of golden down.

This monster with the head of a human and the body of a bird is Princess Jialuo.

"The flying man is making trouble in the world. He is called a pioneer, but in fact he is a scapegoat who attracts firepower."

"He is stupid and greedy and cannot be used in any way, so he will just die."

"The Naga Dragon King is hiding in the water house. I have other uses. How can I expose my whereabouts?"

"Girl holding the mirror, if you go and investigate again, you must find out who is against me?"

The ancient mirror buzzed, and the woman holding the mirror responded.

"Princess, my subordinates obey your orders."

Princess Jialuo nodded, lightly opened her lips and said.

"The crisis in Luoyang and my father's grand plan all depend on our extraordinary army."

"Now I have to do my best to maintain the ancient path of the Yin soldiers, and I have no time to escape."

"Girl holding the mirror, clear the way for me. This heavy responsibility will be left to you."

"I will accomplish great things in the future"

The ancient mirror shook again, "It is the duty of the woman to hold the mirror."

After saying that, the ancient mirror disintegrated on the spot and turned into countless light spots and disappeared without a trace.

Princess Jialuo looked down and saw that the Yinbing Ancient Road was like a long, dirty dragon, winding across the vast land.

Wherever it passed, it ran through villages, towns, mountains and rivers, and all the pedestrians and people affected disappeared without a trace.

A bunch of skinned ghosts, silently drinking their hatred, holding up their weapons and heading on their way.

"Guanzhong Road, Chang'an Road, I, Princess Jialuo, are here."

The Tang army was in a hurry to attack Luoyang, and the situation had reached a critical point.

Now, Princess Jialuo will lead a partial army to attack the opponent's capital, Chang'an.

While the army was outside and the Tang Dynasty was empty inside, it wiped out the other party's senior officials.

The crisis in Luoyang City will be resolved immediately, and my father's great cause will surely be accomplished.

……

An ancient mirror is held in the slender white palm and turned to the back.

Four snakes are entangled and twisted, biting each other's tails, forming a pattern on the back of the ancient mirror.

If you hold the ancient mirror up to the sun, the light will shine through the pattern on the back and be projected onto the mirror surface, immediately reflecting the graceful and flowing snake shadow.

The owner of the palm is a graceful woman with shoulder-length hair that is so white that there is no trace of blood.

She is one of the two generals under Princess Jialuo, the mirror-holding girl.

The girl holding the mirror sighed and saw the mirror light returning and falling in the ancient mirror.

"Princess Jialuo's order has been issued, what do you think, envoy?"

The woman holding the mirror has her legs folded underneath her body. She is weak and boneless, somewhat resembling a spiritual snake.m

On and off the bed she was lying on, there were countless long snakes, large and small, of all kinds.

Xiaoqinglong, Neck-twirler, Liaozi, Grandma Lin...

Different snakes are entwined and circling, opening their mouths to devour each other, and fishy mucus oozes from the gaps between their scales.

This is not a cave or a cave, but a magnificent mansion.

However, not a single living person walked around inside or outside the mansion.

A guest sat opposite the girl holding the mirror, and the guest turned a blind eye to the dancing snakes in front of him.

This is a monk. The appearance and clothing of a monk are the same as those of ordinary monks.

The only thing is...

The girl holding the mirror subconsciously looked at the other person's skull and couldn't help but crush the snake head in her hand.

The skin and flesh on the back of the skull of the monk, who is called the Messenger, was hollowed out and a palm-sized Buddha statue was embedded in it.

The entire body of the Buddha statue is pitch black, and the fine details of the hair are clearly visible.

This is a Maitreya statue, carved with ink jade, it is...Black Maitreya.

The Buddha statue of Black Maitreya is embedded deep in the skull, and you can even see the monk's brain beating slightly through the hollow.

"The girl holding the mirror, Princess Jialuo's Yin soldiers took advantage of the passage and made a long-distance attack on Chang'an, the capital of the Tang Dynasty."

"This is an indispensable part of Lord Buddha's plan, and we must do our best to help."

Even though the girl holding the mirror is in the company of snakes, her scalp feels numb when she sees the monk in front of her.

The monk named Maitreya Messenger never strayed from the Buddha's words, and he was so enthusiastic that he embedded the Buddha statue deep into his skull.

But looking at the position of the Buddha statue, a slight mistake would result in a hole in the head and death on the spot.

Even a girl holding a mirror would not dare to mess with such a lunatic.

However, Messenger Maitreya is an honored guest that King Garuda and Princess Garuda, father and daughter, must entertain politely.

"I sent my subordinates to find out the thieves who opposed our army."
Chapter completed!