Chapter 291: The First Level of the Tomb Lord's Tomb, the Deep Black River

After accelerating, Mu Lin did not take back all his substitute paper figures, but left four or five outside.

At the same time, a paper carriage was also blown out by Mu Lin.

"Shh..."

"Hold!"

There was a coffin (Yin Ling coffin) in the carriage, and Mu Lin lay in the coffin of the carriage, letting the paper horse pull forward.

And the four or five paper figures drove the car and followed by the side.

Outside, there were more than a hundred black-armored soldiers (Beiwei Army) wearing heavy armor, guarding loyally.

"The will to break through the battle, there is death and no life!"

More than a hundred Beiwei Army, just the bottom line of summoning Cangshan Yumen Pass.

Their appearance made a broken projection of the pass appear around Mu Lin, guarding the figures of everyone.

And all of the above are the precautions made by Mu Lin to deal with danger-at this moment, if there is danger, it will be the Beiwei Army to resist the first wave of attacks.

If they can resist, it's fine. If they can't, there are still four or five substitute paper figures to resist the second wave of attacks.

If they can't resist, it will be the Yinling carriage and the Yinling coffin that will resist the attack.

When they can't resist, it will be the time when Mu Lin's body will be in danger.

This heavy protection can be said to double Mu Lin's sense of security.

At the same time, for Mu Lin, who has the domain of kingship, more people are not only powerful, but can also truly enhance his strength.

Therefore, even if he feels that such momentum is a bit huge and more vulnerable to attacks, Mu Lin still led the army forward.

"Boom..."

Just like that, the horse's hooves were like thunder, rushing forward.

...

"Save me..."

"Mu Lin, I am you..."

"Woo woo woo..."

"Little brother, come and play..."

Just as Mu Lin expected, he encountered countless attacks with such a huge momentum.

The first section of the road was fine, with only hands summoning spirits, eyes full of malice, staring at them, or voices coming from the graves, constantly muttering curses, or making tempting sounds to lure Mu Lin and others.

With such an attack, not to mention Mu Lin, the desolate Yumen Pass blessed by the crown of kingship alone can easily resist it.

What made Mu Lin squint was the second section of the road.

It may be due to years of disrepair, or the evil god's resentment deepened.

In short, the graves around the second section of the road have been completely dug up.

There are strange figures wandering around the yellow mud road unconsciously.

There are also many evil and weird ones, staying by the roadside, staring at every passerby.

What makes people tremble most is that when you get here, the yellow mud road is no longer completely complete.

The yellow mud road made with the central Wu Ji Sha has sections missing and damaged.

Obviously, the immovable central Wu Ji Sha could not resist the continuous erosion and pollution of the evil god's resentment for thousands of years.

And these crises also caused many people to be killed or stopped on this road.

Of course, this has nothing to do with Mu Lin.

Facing the roadside and the monsters blocking the road, Mu Lin's Beiwei Army did not know what fear was, but rushed forward with a fearless attitude!

"The determination to break through the battle array is to die or live!"

"Kill!"

"Crack!"

"Boom!"

"Swish..."

The Beiwei Army, like a tank that pushes everything, crushed all the monsters on the yellow mud road.

Even if they could not crush them to death or crush them, they could squeeze them aside and let Mu Lin's carriage rush over.

Such fierceness and fearlessness made the eyes of the King of the East Sea shine.

"What an iron army!"

"I didn't expect that Mu'er not only has outstanding personal strength, but can also summon troops to fight. Good! Good! Good!"

The continuous applause made King Liang proud and worried.

"Fourth brother, that's my son-in-law."

"Hehe..."

At King Liang's words, King Donghai smiled but said nothing.

...

The two people's competition for Mu Lin made Ji Yu, the third son of King Donghai, a little depressed and helpless.

At the same time, he looked at Mu Lin who was marching forward, and was a little puzzled.

"Mu Lin is so wasteful and plays his trump card first. Is this really good?"

It's not just Ji Yu who is puzzled. The elders of the aristocratic families below don't understand why Mu Lin did this.

"More than a hundred Beiwei troops, that should be Mu Lin's trump card. If he starts with this, many people will be on guard..."

At this moment, Mu Lin is like a king bomb at the beginning. Naturally, there are many people who can't understand it.

But someone explained for Mu Lin:

"This is nothing. You just arrived, so you don't know that before, Mu Lin used 3,000 Beiwei soldiers to withstand the attack of the Transcendent High Power. His trump card has long been studied by others."

However, the person who defended Mu Lin shook his head and said:

"However, it is indeed unwise for him to let the Beiwei army fight... Although it is on the yellow mud road, it can be seen from the performance of the others that the mana consumption there is much higher than normal, and it is several times higher in one breath."

"More than a hundred Beiwei soldiers, this momentum is indeed huge, but such momentum will not only make it easier to be attacked, but also extremely consume Mu Lin's mana. With such consumption, he can't hold on for too long..."

"Shouldn't hold on for too long?"

At the end, the man was not confident.

And the others didn't dare to answer.

They had been slapped in the face by Mu Lin several times and no longer dared to judge Mu Lin's strength based on common sense.

And soon, these people realized the benefits of not telling everything.

The rolling forward Beiwei army continued to gallop for half a stick of incense, crushing and pushing away countless demons and monsters, but in the end, they did not lose the slightest bit.

——When fighting against monsters and monsters, it’s not like they don’t die.

But after dying in battle, the power of the Beiwei Army will not disappear. Instead, it will be integrated into the Yumen Pass in Cangshan Mountain, enhancing the power of this majestic pass and also increasing the strength of the Beiwei Army who are still surviving.

[Characteristics: Fight to the death, the more you fight, the braver you become]

What makes people squint even more is that every time a Beiweijun dies, the stand-in paper man riding in the carriage will take out a paper Beiweijun and blow it gently.

With a "wow" sound, every time it blows, a new army of Beiwei will reappear in the world.

With this ability, the number of Beiwei troops has not decreased.

And the magic aura of Mu Lin and his paper substitute has always been as stable as before, neither increasing... nor decreasing.

"How on earth did he do it with such a huge consumption of mana?"

The elders of the powerful family were confused, but Mu Lin sighed - the master-level paper substitute is really too powerful.

"If the paper substitute hadn't reached the master level and our connection was deep enough, I would never have been able to transfer energy out of thin air... A master-level spell is definitely worth thousands of ordinary spells!"

At this moment, Mu Lin truly understood one sentence: Being knowledgeable in a hundred subjects is far inferior to being specialized in one subject.

Mu Lin sighed, relying on the strength of the Wei army at his back, crushing countless demons and ghosts along the way. While flying at such speed, he finally caught up with... the tail of the third echelon.

There was no way, Mu Lin had wasted too much time practicing evil before.

To Mu Lin's surprise, among the tail of the third echelon was the princess Ji Lingsha he had met before.

"Did you cross it when I was practicing evil?"

Today's Mu Lin has no shortage of resources, and therefore, he does not want to get too entangled with this person.

Therefore, after just glancing at her, Mu Lin ignored her and looked ahead.

This glance also made Mu Lin frown deeply.

He encountered the first difficulty since coming to Fenjun's grave.

A deep, horizontal river filled with black water, like a jade belt and a moat, blocked the yellow mud road in two.

At this moment, there are thirty to fifty Qi practitioners stationed on one side of the black river.

Obviously, they were all worried about how to cross the river.

Mu Lin was also thinking.

At the same time, he was also thinking about the reason why this black river appeared here.

"Is this caused by Weirdness' erosion, or was it left by Tomb Lord to stop Weirdness?"