Four hundred thin men, wearing Taoist robes, with blood on their faces and red hair, slaughtered chickens to sacrifice blood.

The evil spirit surges into the clouds, and the divine armor blocks the sun.

Song Lin looked at his achievements in the past five years with satisfaction.

There were failures during this period, but it was still going smoothly. The interior of the main temple was densely packed with altars of soldiers and horses. This was the limit of the hunting temple's support.

"Congratulations to the leader of the altar for your great success!" Xi Fang said with Yourong Yan.

I didn't expect that my lord was really capable of taking over the entire Dongshan County.

"Altar Master, why don't we also bet on a mortal hero? No matter what happens, we can become one of the princes of the underworld."

"Don't rush! Wait a moment, the current situation is still unclear." Song Lin then said to everyone, "I will stay in seclusion for a while."

In fact, the time to stop flooding is approaching.

Five years have passed in the story world. According to the calculation of one to half a year, ten days have passed in the outside world.

There are less than five days until the Rain-stopping Jiao Festival.

I must seize the time these days to train my real-life Taoist soldiers.
Chapter completed!