On the lock ghost slope, Yan Jiu realized that he had been tricked, and quickly blew the human bone whistle, summoning a large army of steel soul soldiers. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Seeing that she couldn't stop her, she simply used the demon king's mana to smash the golden ball into the lock ghost cage that covered the hillside.

I saw a dazzling golden brilliance, which instantly shrouded the entire lock ghost slope like sunlight. The light swept by, the petals floated on the black cage seal, and dissolved it, and then the cage door opened, and those steel souls that had not yet been trained and were still in a state of mist were all dispersed, and their number was so huge that they occupied the sky above the entire lock ghost slope.

Yan Jiu certainly has a pair of ghost eyes that can be scattered around, but no matter how powerful those ghost eyes are and how many they can be distinguished, how can they rush out of the thick black smoke? For a moment, she was haunted by the ghosts she had created, and she could no longer cast any spells.

After the Son of Heaven succeeded, he jumped out of the black smoke and stood far away, enjoying Yan Jiu's performance at this moment.

I saw her cover her eyes in a panic, screaming and struggling in the smoke, but she couldn't rush out no matter how hard she tried.

This scene was chaotic enough, and the 20,000 ghost soldiers who had received her military orders had marched to the Lock Ghost Slope, and as soon as they entered, they were besieged by black smoke composed of ghosts.

The army has arrived, but 20,000 people are in chaos! They pushed and trampled on each other, barely able to stand and wanted to run out, but they trampled on and fell to the ground screaming. In the meantime, there was also the sound of the collision of blades and battle armor, and the lock ghost slope was really lively.

"You...... You shameless bastard! Who are you? Can you pass through the water ghost array and break in from the Nanke Mountain enchantment, and you still know how to break the seal of my ghost clan? ”

In the chaos, Yan Jiu asked in a loud voice while dispersing the black smoke, and the sound penetrated the noisy noise and intermittently transmitted to the caracal.

"Hahaha--" Vicious laughed wildly, and the laughter drowned out the howl of the ghost crying wolf on the Lock Ghost Slope.

He used ventriloquist to convey voices, word by word, and clearly told Yan Jiu: "Who am I?" Let's play a little riddle with you. If you can leave Nanke Mountain alive, please report the situation here to your master Yunqing, and after she hears it, she will naturally understand who I am. ”

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There was chaos on the lock ghost slope, and the six-story tower that Xi Mutong was in charge of was not quiet.

Sword after sword, she stabbed through the pool of blood with all her might, hoping that the fire and nitrate water would drain as soon as possible and disperse the souls. When she first came in, the battle between those ghost soldiers and the phantom soldiers had alarmed more ghost soldiers, who were constantly pouring in from all directions and began to besiege her.

At this time, she had finished discharging the fire and water in the fifth-story tower, and seeing that the Heavenly Sword was about to be inserted into the sixth-layer blood pool, the swarming ghost soldiers forced her to stand on the edge of the pool.

Because it was so close to the pool of blood, the souls in the pool saw that a living person was approaching, and they waved their skeletal hands hungrily and climbed up layer by layer.

Xi Mutong couldn't go in front or back, and several ghosts had grabbed her ankles, trying to drag her into the pool of blood.

The situation was critical, and in a hurry, she conjured more phantom soldiers to deal with the ghost soldiers, but the ghosts in the blood pool seemed to be more difficult to get rid of than the ghost soldiers, no matter how she swept with the Knuckle Sword, the ghosts were stacked higher and higher, and they had reached her waist, and they were about to be unstoppable.

At this moment, there was a mournful and desolate sound in the air.

This flute blows like the waning moon in the morning, and there are tears with blood, not like music, but like a telling a poignant and moving story.

Those ghosts are unjustly killed ghosts who have suffered misfortune and were mutilated to death, and the memories of their previous lives still exist, full of thoughts of their loved ones, and resentment of their own fate. Now that I was urged by this music, I was infinitely sad, and in the entire six-story tower, the cry was suddenly loud, and the ghosts reverberated in a forest, so shocked that even those ghost soldiers couldn't stop retreating. (To be continued.) )