The roving ghost army that blocked and swarmed all the way did not chase after them, and the front was no longer under their jurisdiction, so far their duties had been fulfilled, and the enemy on the golden red cloud had entered the fog, and it had nothing to do with the roving yin soldiers.

Horns sounded, blood-colored clouds flew in all directions, and the team returned to its original formation and dispersed.

At the same time, the war drums of the sinful sky thundered!

The sound of drums came from the sky, from Su Jing, this is the order of vigilance and assembly, Di Ting raised his head and roared to urge the ghosts to prepare for battle, and the tens of thousands of fierce ghosts under the wicked man mill did not have the fear and apprehension of the new army before participating in the war, nor were they as solemn and slaughtered as when the veterans entered the battle, they cheered.

It's time of revelry again, and they jump their feet, beat their chests, have great joy, and cheer with their necks!

The evil days are roaring with fierce ghosts, like madness, like mad demons.

Su Jing was on full alert, and all the good swords and all kinds of magic weapons were ready to go. The sixteen, three corpses and others who had been scattered around to open the way and resist the parade Yin soldiers all returned to the cloud to prevent the enemy from sneaking in the fog. But unexpectedly, before the enemy could attack and kill, they had already passed through the fog!

The fog is like a bowl upside down.

The mist is just a 'bowl wall', but a thin layer, with Su Jingyun's speed, it is enough to penetrate it with a flick of his fingers.

Jin Hongyun drove in front of everyone, and everyone from Su Jing and below was surprised!

Xiangxia, there is no ground, only an endless sea of blood, rolling and surging; looking up, there is no sky, and the blood-colored strange clouds cover everything, circulating layer by layer; looking at the level, there are two wonders in the middle of the blood sky and the sea of blood: the blood rain is pouring from top to bottom, and it is raining fiercely. From the bottom to the top, hurricanes of 'dragons taking water' pulled the blood from the sea into the clouds.

I don't see the wanton Yin soldiers, only the eyes are full of blood, and this piece of land is full of blood!

Su Jing's eyes flickered: "This is the bloody array of the Wanton Ghost King?"

The smiling little ghost nodded heavily, and he made it clear to Su Jing before he set off.

The Ghost King is proficient in bloody thaumaturgy, and after the Yin soldiers are newly recruited, they will be immersed in the blood pool and refined. After refining for 4416 years, the strength of the Yin soldiers has increased dramatically. In addition, there will be more general ghost body changes: it can turn into a drop of blood at any time. Gather drops into streams. Gathering rivers into rivers, and then gathering hundreds of rivers into the sea, the ghost king sits on a sea of blood! Every drop of blood in it is his soldier.

It is said that two thousand years ago, there were several little ghost kings who were dissatisfied with the predators. Secretly running to win allies. Zuihou is about twenty-one shili, large and small. Form an alliance of life and death to crusade against the old ghosts. But on the day of their incident, when the families gathered their armies and prepared to go on the expedition, the Ghost King threw twenty-one ghost talismans into his own sea of blood.

The sea of blood roared and slammed. In the midst of the great waves, twenty-one blood-colored rivers were divided, rushing all the way to the enemy's lair. Soon, the strength of the twenty-one kung fu families was wiped out, from the ghost king to the soldiers, all of them were submerged by the river of blood, and the bones were wiped out without their souls!

This is the strength of the Wanton Ghost King, waiting for the idle battle, waving his hand to send a river from his own sea, and then it will be fine.

And the tall Yin soldiers turned into a drop of blood, the benefits are not only provincial, but also in the two worlds of yin and yang, the most incompatible with each other is water, the soldiers turn into blood, blood blends, the tacit understanding and harmony between each other, and the cooperation during combat echoes incomparable.

In terms of the strength of individual soldiers, the ghost soldiers of the wanton joy have been refined by 16 years of secret methods, and they are far superior to other families;

Su Jingyun looked eastward with all his eyes, the eyes of the golden crow penetrated the layers of blood, and the small city that was blooming with cold light was attacking like a tide, and with Bujin as his heart, the blood clouds in the air and the sea of blood on the ground were spinning wildly, and the two red giant vortices were shocking.

In the mad whirlwind, huge waves surged in the sea of blood. The waves are like mountains, far bigger and more majestic than the city of Bujin! The waves are surging, resolute and fierce, and they are slapping the small city one after another. There was no break in the offensive that was more rapid than the storm, and the impact of the previous wave had not subsided, and the second wave had already been photographed.

The offensive in the sky is the opposite, it is not like the sea of blood attacking from all sides, the boundless blood cloud condenses and falls, and the offensive is just a 'bowl mouth': the 'yellow dragon scroll' in the desert, the 'dragon taking water' blood cloud offensive in the sea is like this, the blood cloud is crazy and condenses into a brilliant heavenly hurricane, which is enough to uproot the blood dragon swirl of ten thousand high mountains.

The gray mist shrouded the battlefield within a radius of 2,000 miles, and the sea of blood and blood clouds were the same, and the 'new blood' in the back kept pouring in to replace the 'old blood' on the front line. In addition, the torrential rain between the sea and the clouds, and the dragon's water extraction, are alternate echoes between the two huge corps, supporting each other and taking turns with each other.

No one can understand the details, but anyone can understand that this is a majestic formation. Since entering the Tao, Su Jing has experienced countless vicious battles, but in terms of scenes, what he has seen today is unprecedented and unprecedented!

As early as a few months ago, the onslaught of the unrestrained had begun, and it has not stopped for a moment. But even so, even if the sky and the sea are crazy, that small city is still the most stubborn reef in this netherworld, it is strong and stubborn, even if the color of blood has filled and filled all the corners of the space, it still can't hide the cold light that flashes around the small city.

The shining city is like a jewel!

Bujin is just an inconspicuous small city in the netherworld, and the city itself will not flicker and shine is the sword: the sky above the city, a sharp sword hangs high, and the sword blooms and covers the whole city, and the blood is surging and the ghost soldiers are attacking like a tide, the sword does not move, the sword light does not move, and the sword protects the small city and the people in the city!

A sword that looks unremarkable, with an apricot-yellow spike.

But Su Jing knows it, and the three corpses know it, that is the portable sword of the little master Niang Qianxun!

Rushing into the battlefield in the blink of an eye, Su Jing had just seen the surroundings clearly, and a shout came from the front: "The demon is dead!"

Three hundred zhang away, the sea roared, blood splashed, a giant appeared from the sea I don't know if it was an illusion, Su Jing and his party all felt that he was 'standing up'. It seems that he was just sitting, and his figure was hidden in the sea of blood, but now he stood up, and the bottomless sea of blood was no longer enough to cover his figure. The waist is the boundary. Legs in the sea, body in the sea, a real giant, God knows how tall he is thousands and hundreds of feet!

A huge ghost will block the way, and it is also a giant peak in the sea in front of you. Compared to Su Jing and his gang, there are just a few small flies.

The same color as the sky and the sea, the giant evil blood hair blood skin and blood armor. Before, Su Jingshui 'sunk the boat', torn thin clothes, and rushed all the way over, and the wanton ghost army that had entered the war had already been reported, and he knew who was making trouble, so he didn't need to ask anything. After a scolding, the giant demon waved the flag in his hand. A blood rainbow rose in the sea and rushed straight towards Su Jing.

An indescribable feeling, from the outside, is full of blood and splashes of blood. And only those who are in it know. There was a great army. Yin soldiers and ghosts are like a tide.

Su Jing didn't have anything to say, he was on the top of the cloud driving and protected everyone else behind him, and the golden sunlight burst out from Su Jing's body. The talisman burst into flames, turning into a ninety-nine crow and flying and protecting the lord.

Around the crow, the golden feathers fluttered and the ninety-nine sword feathers were displayed at the same time, and the ninety-eight knots were guarding each other, echoing with the crow, and a sword feather was pinched in Su Jing's hand, pointing straight forward.

There are also golden-red clouds under Su Jing's feet, which are as fast as lightning, shooting forward!

The waves rose, the waves attacked, Su Jing took out his sword, Su Jing rushed forward, the disciples of the Golden Crow and the disciples of Fenghuo did not defend the counterattack and faced the Yin soldiers.

A flying fire arrow rushed into the swarm of flying locusts, and a red scythe cut into the grass. Su Jing surfed, the bloody Yin soldiers were overwhelming; Su Jing cut the waves, the Yin soldiers were hit by swords, fired, and the corpses shattered and fell like rain; Su Jing broke the waves, the tea kung fu, the pressure around him suddenly dissipated, and it was indescribably easy, and the bloody waves had been left behind him.

As far as Jusha is concerned, the first offensive is just a temptation, seeing Su Jing breaking through the waves, the ghost general will not panic at all, and the order flag in his hand will swing again, and the nearby sea of blood will be manic, and the waves will be stacked and thousands of waves will surge.

A wave was tentative, and then a thousand waves surged, without any foreshadowing, and the offensive suddenly increased a thousandfold!

The terrifying waves have risen, and countless bloody Yin soldiers have been killed, but before they have rushed to the near future, Su Jing shouted: "Kill!"

In the blood-colored sky and sea, a golden and red flag flutters fiercely, a golden crow spreads its wings as if it will break the flag to the sky, and a bright big seal iron painting silver hook: the wicked grind.

The damaged monks and soldiers are now, the black prison ghosts are now, and Su Jing's army is here!

What Su Jing didn't expect was that there were some changes in the evil monk and the wicked man's mill, and the attire:

Behind the fierce monks and the group of ghosts, there was an extra three-foot battle flag. This was not Su Jing's arrangement, and he didn't know where the battle flags behind them came from.

At the same time that the army rushed out, the leader of the monks also opened his mouth and shouted: "Flag!"

Destroying the monks, the wicked grinding, all the fierce ghosts in the army bowed together. Su Jing, the three corpses and the others were all at a loss, did they bow to the enemy before starting the battle?

How could the fierce ghosts be so thoughtful, and in the next moment, the battle flags behind everyone shot away! Thousands of battle flags, how different from thousands of flying shuttles! What broke out at that moment was a huge arrow array that covered the sky and the sea.

A flag is like an arrow, spreading in all directions, sweeping towards the four huge waves.

If an arrow is not an arrow, the flag is displayed, the flag is smart, and the flag is shining brightly, and the cultivator can see it clearly, a battle flag is a magical power, a magic power to kill ghosts, and a magical power to punish demons!

The supernatural power evoked by a battle flag is nothing, it is not the magic power of the small cultivation of the second realm, or the kind of loose cultivation in the mountains and fields that is not diligent in the cultivation of the basic elements, but thousands, tens of thousands, tens of millions of pieces gathered together, what will it look like.

Su Jing released his army, and the army released a sea of spells that even Su Jing didn't know.

Before it was finished, a long howl that was not much louder than the cat's bark, a small beast not much bigger than the cat, rushed out with the wicked mill, and when the ten thousand flags were flying, the little beast ran fast, and its eyes were the giant demon general standing in the sea of blood.

At a distance of 300 zhang, the little beast only ran five steps, and the first step, the half-footed cat, turned into the shape of a giant elephant; in the second step, the 'giant elephant' turned into a giant hillock; in the third step, the hillock turned into a mountain that was not too majestic; in the fourth step, the 'little beast' was already similar to the body of the giant demon; in the fifth step, when it pounced in front of the giant demon, it was like a male soldier fighting a rabbit, and the body shape had been reversed.

The 'little beast' is shaped like a leopard, jet black, with a single horn on its head, long pointed ears, lotus scales and leaves, and a prison bully of Su Jing. (To be continued.) )