Chapter 1172: Blood Arrow

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After Ding Ermiao and Wan Shugao finished eating and drinking, and after a short rest, the day and night tour of the pathfinder came back with the flying ghost king.

Coincidentally, the black and white impermanence who escorted Li Qingdong back to Maoshan also rushed back at the same time.

"Generalissimo Qiyu, Li Qingdong has been sent back safely, up and down Maoshan Mountain, everything is fine." Black and white impermanence knows that Ding Ermiao is more concerned about the affairs of Maoshan, so he took the lead in telling him.

"Okay, Fan Eighth Master, Xie Seventh Master, it's all hard work, let's rest." Ding Ermiao was relieved at this time, and asked the day and night tour and the flying ghost king: "What is the road ahead?" What's holding you back? ā€

"Pool of Blood." The voice of the Flying Ghost King trembled slightly, and said: "The Blood Pool River is a hundred miles away, the river is several miles wide, and it is like a moat, surrounding the periphery of Lu Xianzi's ghost mansion. In the river, countless evil spirits are gathered, which can turn into blood arrows at any time and attack those who cross the river. ā€

Ding Ermiao frowned slightly and asked, "Can you fly, but you can't fly over?" ā€

"My subordinates were incompetent, and when I flew over the river, I was hit by a bloody arrow and almost fell. Fortunately, not far from the river, the two Yin Shuai who traveled day and night rescued in time, threw stones, and dispersed the attack power of the evil spirit's blood arrow, so his subordinates could come back. The Flying Ghost King said.

Wan Shugao smiled and said, "Flying Ghost King, looking at your virtue, it seems that you are injured?" ā€

"It's not that it seems to be injured, but it's really injured...... "The Flying Ghost King said with a shudder.

"But why are you the one who gets hurt every time?" Wan Shugao teased with bad intentions.

"I'm ......" The Flying Ghost King raised his eyelids and looked at Wan Shugao, and stopped talking.

Isn't it normal for him to be injured every time he explores his way? It's just that the Flying Ghost King is thinking about Ding Ermiao's sake, and he is unwilling to argue with Wan Shugao.

"Okay, Wan Shugao shut up. Every time the flying ghost king charges forward, he never avoids hardships and dangers, and occasionally gets injured, what's all the fuss? It's still him this time, if it were you to explore the way, there would definitely be no return. Ding Ermiao glared at Wan Shugao and said those words for the Flying Ghost King.

The Flying Ghost King was full of gratitude, and saluted Ding Ermiao with a fist.

"No need to be polite, you stand up first, and I'll recite the Soul Fixation Mantra for you." Ding Ermiao flexed his fingers and punched out the soul-fixing spell one by one, helping the Flying Ghost King to regulate his soul.

Among the Yin Soldiers of the Underworld, this Flying Ghost King is the most useful. It can be used as a passenger plane to fly around with him, and it can also be used as a fighter to attack the enemy, so Ding Ermiao attaches great importance to the flying ghost king, and he must be treated.

It wasn't until after a stick of incense that the face of the flying ghost king gradually improved. Ding Ermiao looked at the face of the Flying Ghost King, stopped chanting the incantation, and released his fingers.

"Pull out the camp and set off." Ding Ermiao stood up and waved his hand.

"Yes!" The six Yin handsome and the four ghost kings surrendered their hands together, leading the Yin soldiers of the underworld to advance one after the other.

Skirt the chasm that was smashed by the needle and iron to cross the huge gap left by the collapse of the tower, all the way to the west.

After the protracted battle in front of the tower, the morale of the Yin soldiers of the underworld was slightly sluggish, and the speed of action was a little slower than before.

Walking and stopping, I don't know how long it has been, day and night tours have explored the way again, and said: "Twenty miles ahead, is the Blood Pool River." ā€

"Full speed ahead and set up camp by the Bloodpool River." Ding Ermiao passed the order.

The military order is like a mountain, and the ghost soldiers in the underworld dare not slack off, so they cheer up again and cheer up and march towards the Blood Pool River.

Soon after the journey, there was a fishy wind blowing in the face, and the stench was unbearable.

Wan Shugao covered his nose and felt sick to his stomach.

Ding Ermiao took out a musk pill from his backpack, crushed it, and wiped it on his and Wan Shugao's noses, only to get a little better.

"The big army is here for a while, and I'll talk about it when I go over and have a look." Ding Ermiao let the Yin soldiers of the underworld stand in position, and he took Wan Shugao and the four ghost kings and the six yin handsome, following xù forward.

After a stick of incense, Ding Ermiao took everyone and stood by the Blood Pond River.

As the flying ghost king said, the blood pool river in front of him is several miles wide, the blood waves are monstrous, and in the blood water, those evil spirits who grit their teeth can be faintly seen, with hideous faces and vicious eyes.

Above the surface of the river, the blood and qi stretched upward, reaching into the sky. Even with all my eyes, I couldn't see the sight of the other side.

"Flying Ghost King, you carry me and fly up to the sky to take a look." Ding Ermiao said.

"Yes." The Flying Ghost King replied, walked up to Ding Ermiao, and bent down.

Ding Ermiao sat on the back of the Flying Ghost King, patted him on the shoulder, and motioned to take off.

The Flying Ghost King spread his wings, but he shook when he took off, almost turning Ding Ermiao upside down.

"Are you okay?" Ding Ermiao knew that the injuries of the Flying Ghost King had not fully recovered, and he couldn't bear it, and said, "It's really not good, you rest first, I'll find another way." ā€

"It's alright, the generalissimo is seated." The Flying Ghost King slowly flew up and floated upward.

Although the flight speed is slow, it is generally relatively smooth.

Flying to a height of dozens of zhang, the flying ghost king could not follow xù upwards and stopped in the air.

Ding Ermiao put up a pergola with his hands and watched towards the opposite shore.

High in the sky, the blood is thin, and you can vaguely see the city opposite. The buildings in the city are continuous, the four gates are one after another, the scale is majestic, although the area is not as good as the capital city of King Qin Guang, but it is also a scene of order.

"Generalissimo, the city over there should be Lu Xianzi's ghost mansion." The Flying Ghost King said.

Ding Ermiao snorted and said, "But the seven levels that Lu Xianzi said, we have only passed the Resentful Spirit Sea and the Twelve Floors so far, and counting this Blood Pool River, there are only three levels." Where are the remaining five, six, seven, and eight levels? ā€

"This blood pool river can be counted as a moat. Then the remaining four levels should be in the city gate and the inner city. According to common sense, the last level should be set in the ghost mansion of Lu Xianzi. The Flying Ghost King said.

"Makes sense." Ding Ermiao praised it. I didn't expect this flying ghost king to have some knowledge, and he can be regarded as a brave and resourceful ghost general.

"The generalissimo has won the award, which is also the result of the analysis of the subordinates and the second marshal of the day and night tour before." The Flying Ghost King said modestly, flapping his wings and trying to maintain his balance.

Sensing that the flying ghost king was not strong, Ding Ermiao let him fall.

The flying ghost king fell to the ground diagonally, relieved.

After the Flying Ghost King rested for a while and his complexion improved, Ding Ermiao asked, "Flying Ghost King, are you sure to carry me across the Blood Pool River?" Blood arrow attacks from the river, my corpse whip, should be able to block them. ā€

"When I rest until tomorrow, I can fly over the Bloodpool River with the Generalissimo. But ......, not far after crossing the river, there is a ghost town of Lu Xianzi. Generalissimo, how can you fight against Lu Xianzi's thousands of ghosts alone? The Flying Ghost King asked hesitantly.

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