The mood of the king is very strange, and when he sees a little fox howling and fighting with a group of fierce hounds, what will the hunter think?

You'll be wide-eyed, you'll be surprised, but that's it.

This is the case with King Qiu, who was amazed at the arrogance of the 'Little Nine Kings', who dared to be the enemy with an army of fierce ghosts, and surprised by the ferocity and fierceness of the 'Little Nine Kings', he alone really slowed down the advance of the army.

But in the end, it's just a drag and a slow.

It was the king who was surprised, but he was not afraid, not at all. He knew he had won the battle. The only concern: the boy with a yang body may jump off the wall in a hurry, and he will use some sharp means to stab Yugu.

The forbidden laws of Fucheng are not separated by four walls, but are a whole: whichever direction the enemy attacks fiercely, the liliang of the seal will turn. At this moment, the siege spells of the two Yin soldiers in the west and south were fully deployed, and the power was vast, and the protective array of Fucheng was also fully invested in these two directions, and the entire half of the city was breathed with miserable white light, resisting the onslaught of the spell with all its might, and there was no spare strength to defend other directions;

The king of Chujiang, who was mainly attacking the east, had just passed down the order, and his flying flag elite was broken by Su Jing, but the army was still there, and under the urging of the booming war drums, the Yin soldiers were surging like a tide, attacking Dongcheng with all their might. The Fucheng Protector could not be counted on, so he could only rely on the ghost soldiers in the city to defend it, and almost all of the smiling little ghost's soldiers and Su Jing's subordinates were thrown into Dongcheng to resist the Chujiang offensive.

There are guards in the west and south, and there are defenders in the east, and they can still hold on now, but the north city of Fucheng is already undefended, not because there are no defenders of the city, on the contrary. The northern city is densely covered with 'ghost pawns', densely packed, with red eyes and gritted teeth.

It's just that those ghost pawns, with no armor on their bodies and no helmets on their heads, have more tools in their hands than real swords, and there are half-grown teenagers mixed with young people, all of them are wandering souls, and they are all ghosts and ghosts in the city!

There was a lieutenant shuttling through the crowd, constantly organizing the formation, and constantly telling them what to do now. It's not much use. A chaotic crowd huddled together. Without formation, there is no strategy and flexibility, and the body of each geist is hard, clutching the weapon in his hand, expending his strength in tension prematurely, and he is already tired before he even starts fighting.

Maybe they're determined enough. Have enough courage.

But beyond determination and bravery. They have nothing. In the eyes of a true Yin soldier. They're not even 'vulnerable', they're not worth mentioning!

The situation could not be clearer, as long as the army of the north picks up Qiu and rushes to the city. The city was immediately destroyed.

The hope of the north is all tied to Su Jing alone.

How long will this 'hope' last?

In the fog, the Qiu army was in chaos, trampling on each other, and their own people were colliding with each other, but this 'blind bump' as a whole was still moving, although it was slow, chaotic, and although there were continuous casualties, it never stopped for a moment.

Su Jing couldn't stop it, and with all his strength, it was just a delay, a delay, so that the army of King Qiu would go slower, and it would come sooner or later.

Gradually, the surprise in King Qiu's heart disappeared, no matter how weird the fog was, he had long been 'used to watching a meal'.

The fierce battle was in full swing, and half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, King Qiu was a little puzzled, he couldn't figure it out, why did the 'Little Nine Kings' waste this effort?

Breaking the city is a matter of time or time, instead of locking the army with fog, it is better to try to assassinate the king and kill the ghost king before moving, and the fog and fire rain will dissipate!

And the deadly fog dispersed so abruptly that the army of the Pick-Fur burst into a wave of exclamations, and instead of speeding up their march and taking the opportunity to rush into the city, they all stopped their tracks, raised their blades or magic weapons, and were on guard.

The front of King Qiu's army is only three miles away from the north wall of Fucheng.

Su Jingren was in mid-air, thirteen miles away from King Qiu's triple protective array.

For the advanced cultivators, thirteen miles is not necessarily farther than thirteen inches, and it is not necessarily longer than the blink of an eye!

The pupils of the king of Qiu are shrunk. The fierce ghost saw it, and immediately understood the cause and effect: at the same time, Su Xiaozi himself also disappeared, no one knew where he was, what he was doing, what he could do?

Now that the fog has cleared, not to mention that he is ready to slay this king in front of all his soldiers, it will be an extraordinary magic weapon, and there will be a shocking blow.

King Qiu was preoccupied. Su Jing was holding a small tungsten copper three-legged incense burner in his hand, and the inscription on the wall of the furnace was full of inscriptions!

Dou Kui Ming Venerable.

King Qiu knew this treasure because his heart was tight!

Not because of the treasure, but: abnormality.

Back then, the head planting altar set up by Dou Kui Sect could penetrate yin and yang, but the spells of the Ming Zun could only be used in the yang world, and this incense burner was simply a waste in the yin world!

Su Jingliang came out with a piece of waste.

Such an abnormal thing, how dare the king of Qiu slack off, his arms trembled violently, and more than ten bright silver rings suddenly appeared on the ghost king's wrists, and he waited for the silver rings to collide with his arms, and the loud clanging sound was inspiring.

King Qiu was fully prepared and on full alert, just to meet the spicy blow that Su Jing was about to launch!

In the other direction, the smiling ghost, Ah Er Ah Qi and others on the east wall of Fucheng are also paying attention to the situation in the north while fighting the Chujiang army and holding the city.

At first glance, when Su Jing showed up the Ming Venerable, most of the smiling imps and others were stunned, or they were slightly suffocated by the roar in their mouths, or the spell in their hands paused slightly, but at the same time, there was also a person who exhaled and shouted: "The Way of the Imperial Treasure"

The one who shouted, the head of the three corpses, thundered Tianzun.

The boss spoke up, and the second Akame real person immediately said: "Make the best use of things!"

After the first two finished speaking, it was the turn of the third child to pick up flowers, and he shouted even louder: "Don't look at the incense burner and look inside!"

Three people, fifteen characters, coherent in one breath, without the slightest gap, extremely smooth, and the end of the roar was also formed. The heavenly star entered the sword, and the huge force poured into the city to boil, and the Yin soldiers within a radius of twenty-seven zhang were wiped out.

It is still the three corpses who know the deity best, Su Jing showed 'waste', and everyone was completely puzzled, but these three people understood:

The Immortal Venerable can't use spells in the Netherworld, but even if it's not a magic weapon, it's still an incense burner. The incense burner is inserted with incense, and it is natural to 'make the best use of things'.

The way of the imperial treasure, make the best use of things, don't look at the incense burner to see the inside - there is incense in the incense burner.

One of the five incense sticks from the ghost king of the five directions, which was manipulated and used by Su Jing and burned very slowly.

After the mountain peak bursts. Su Jing held a sword in one hand. In the other hand, he held this incense.

At some point, he inserted the incense into the censer. At this moment, the incense is about to burn to the end.

Similar to the shouts of the three corpses, Su Jing held the incense burner in his hand and looked at King Qiu. Smiled and shouted, "Look at the incense!"

Outside the battlefield. In the clouds. The assassin girl, who was hidden and comfortably nestled on her brother's lap, said in a strange voice: "There is something really wrong with this person." ”

At a critical juncture, when the battlefield is killed, there are still people who want to 'make the best use of things'. It's not normal.

After speaking, the girl giggled again, tilted her head sideways, and looked at Su Jing from afar. Her expression was not visible from the iron mask, but her eyes were bright, not like a ghost.

The drop of water that was always circulating in Qianqiansu's hand trembled, as if she was also laughing with her master.

The ten-character young man with the long knife on his back frowned: "Is the Ninth Princess coming?"

Incense is used to count time, and it has been held in the hands of the yang boy, and who still does not understand that when the incense burns to the end in the furnace, something important happens.

In the current situation, for Su Jing and Fucheng, what is more important than reinforcements? It is not difficult to guess, who else can he invite reinforcements besides the 'Nine Princesses'.

There was a soft sound, and the incense really burned to the end, and after Zuihou flickered hard and raised a light smoke, the incense was extinguished.

A stick of fragrance is extinguished.

Looming, there was a roaring sound of drums in the distance in the east, but it was so light that it could not be heard by those who had not cultivated deeply.

After breathing, the drum gradually sounded, the 'ten' character boy, the masked girl, and the refined fierce ghosts in the battlefield could all hear clearly, and the sound from the east was not a drum noise, it was the sound of water. In the distance, the sound of the rushing river and the raging river. There is a fierce torrent rushing in the direction of Fucheng!

Another breathing effort, in addition to the sound, the smell of the torrent also permeated: fishy but not fat, smoky but not foul smell and blood, pungent and spicy heartburn bloody taste!

"Huh?" the masked girl whispered, her tone surprised and puzzled.

"No!" the young man with the long knife on his back frowned, surprised and puzzled.

The sound, the taste, and even the galloping momentum are all too familiar to them with the 'torrent' that is rushing towards the battlefield: the bloody red river, a long attack for thousands of miles!

Sure enough, in less than a cup of tea, the roaring water in the distance turned into a thunderous roar in the ears, and the heavy smell of blood shrouded the miserable world.

The army of the king of wanton joy came without warning, and even more without reason.

All the ghost kings in the battlefield were suspicious, and they didn't know why the unbridled soldiers and horses wanted to come and intervene, and the kings gave the order to go down, and the siege offensive was suspended, and the armies of all parties were on strict alert, guarding against Fucheng and even more against the blood river.

The same is true of the smiling imp, who can't guess the purpose of sending troops to the wanton Yue, and the king ordered the defenders to stop fighting. The soldiers inside and outside the city stopped fighting, and the three corpses couldn't stop, but they danced more urgently

Suddenly, a trumpet sounded from the bloody army, and the red torrent stopped seventy miles east of the battlefield. The front was stagnant but the rear army did not stop, and it was quickly silted up a huge blood lake, and the 'lake' rose higher and higher, and the blood line was thirty zhang above the ground.

The great lake is about to crack, and the coercion is urging people!

Immediately, tens of thousands of soldiers shouted in unison from the blood lake: "Serve the little nine kings and serve the little nine kings." ”

Serve the Little Nine Kings and serve the Little Nine Kings!

Serve the Little Nine Kings and serve the Little Nine Kings!

The terrain around Fucheng is open, there are no mountains and valleys, but the roar of the bloody army is still stacked, and the echo is endless.

Reinforcements arrived-

The next more zero. Resume the update, Xiexie everyone!(To be continued......)