The shouts of the ghost people in the city quickly dispersed, and the captain of his own ghost soldiers stepped forward to issue blades for them and put them into the rear team to reserve the army, these things did not need to be worried about by the king, and the smiling little ghost and Su Jing returned to the city tower. It's just that after going back again and again, the little ghost was obviously a lot more restless, and he looked a little breathless, and finally mentioned the matter of reinforcements: "Can you urge the reinforcements, please ask them to arrive earlier." ”

The ghosts in the city are willing, for the smiling ghost, things will not change in the slightest, he will not surrender, here is a little hope for him, a little hope, he will definitely live and die with this city.

But the little ghost's decision and action have not changed, but his state of mind is a double world.

Before, he was really not afraid of losing or dying: he was already defeated, but then he picked up a chance to make a comeback, and he died if he lost, all when Su Jing didn't come to the netherworld;

Now, he really wants to win this city is their life, and this king is even more of a blessing to them.

Su Jing shook his head and replied to the little ghost: "I don't have to urge, it's useless to urge." ”

The smiling imp asked again: "How can you think of a way to delay time?" ”

"I have a method, and I have already used it, and I have begun to delay," Su Jing smiled a little strangely: "But it may not be easy." ”

"What's the method?" the smiling imp wondered.

Su Jing stretched out his hand and pointed to the five incense sticks floating in the air outside the city, and then pointed to the long incense that the slippery head ghost king lit himself after hearing about the conditions of the coalition army and the time limit to keep time.

There is only half of the incense in the castle tower, but only half of the five incense sticks outside the city are burned.

There are five sticks of incense hanging outside. It's just a deterrent to the city in a bottle, and there are other ways to think about time inside and outside the city, and no one needs to really look at the five incense sticks, indicating that no one has noticed that they have been passive. The smiling imp didn't pay attention until Su Jing pointed out.

His own incense is fast, and the enemy's incense is slow? The little ghost pondered for a while, and then he was stunned: "Your means?"

"Jin Crow Zhengfa, the ancestor of light and heat, I am a disciple of Jin Crow, and I control the fire of a few incense sticks in it. As easy as lifting a finger. Su Jing replied with a serious matter.

"Do you have the face to say it's a 'delay'?" the imp couldn't help but laugh. I don't know whether to be angry or scolded, and I don't even know what to say.

I don't know how much incense has been lit in the camp and in the formation to count and wait, even if Su Jing controls the enemy's tens of millions of long incense burning, the enemy still has leaky carvings, gui, sundials, water clocks and hourglasses. There are also ghost techniques and magic weapons that can accurately calculate time, and Su Jing glared at him for a moment. The imp laughed. He can be regarded as having truly seen the little ninth master's big battle, which is only child's play. Six hundred miles of joint ventures to put the family's wine's ability.

At about the same time, the ghost magic transmission outside sounded again: "Which master in the city cast a spell and controlled five incense sticks." Do you think that our army is so poor that it only has these five sticks of incense to care about time, or do you treat life and death as child's play? If it is the former, it will disappoint you, and if it is the latter, we will definitely do it!"

People also found out that the fragrance was slow, the three corpses laughed heartlessly, and Su Jing didn't have any superior demeanor, and the look of his eyebrows and smiling was obviously a naughty offspring. His little trick is not so much about delaying time as it is about coaxing himself to be happy.

They laughed to themselves, ignoring the outside questions.

The tone of the ghost law transmission was cold: "Seven or eight will pass at ten o'clock, and the little ninth master must hurry up to advise the little ghost of the Ma family." ”

This time, Su Jing responded: "I'm still persuading, don't worry." After a pause, he asked, "The five incense sticks outside are not ready, if they are useless, give them to me, I have something that I need to take care of time, they burn slowly, and they are just right for me." ”

"Little Nine Kings like to take it as much as they want. ”

Su Jing was happy, stretched out his hand, and put an incense stick in his hand and pinched it.

One is enough, the other four don't.

The ghost voice did zuihou again: "The little ghost of the Ma family doesn't know how to lift, so why should the little nine kings put themselves in danger again, go now, it's just right." ”

Su Jing didn't answer, closed his eyes and began to meditate. The other party did not get a response, and there was no more word

Soon, the oppressive drums that were beating outside the city stopped abruptly, and the hour had come!

Reinforcements have not arrived, and there is no time.

Su Jing opened his eyes suddenly: "The three corpses stayed in the city to listen to the dispatch of Lord Ma. ”

Whatever Su Jing says is what it is, and the three corpses should be. Su Jing spread his wings and flew out alone.

"What are you going to do?" Before Su Jing left, the little ghost interrogated in time.

"There is a saying in the Eastern Tuhan family, come and don't be rude, they have an attack, you do the defense, I will pay it back. Su Jing's voice was loud and flew away. The smiling little ghost laughed: "Okay!

The hour passed, the drums stopped, and the offensive suddenly began!

There is no more affection to talk about, the fame of the murder is far and wide, but she is not in front of her, and a vague name is far from enough to scare off the fierce ghost king who has struggled on the verge of life and death for thousands of years;

In the south, the darkness suddenly brightened, and the blazing white light almost illuminated the earth, the sky, and the fortified city transparently, and the thunder was immense! Countless thunderbolts gathered together, turning into a rough and heroic thunder waterfall, which rose from the Yin Soldier Array, and slashed the high city angrily;

North, it's getting dark. The green sky was already bright and pitiful, but now this weak light was also obscured by a mountain, and they summoned a mountain, a giant peak much bigger than the city in a bottle! a mountain, so galloping, rolling, whistling, and crashing towards the city walls;

In the West, there is an explosion of vitality. The 'vitality' that only cultivators can perceive is the 'vitality' that erupts in the lifeless netherworld, but is fuller and fuller than the richest and most fertile water and soil in the yang world. But this vitality is furious, crazy, one by one, two thousands of roots, and countless vines as thick as a huge building!

In the east, the sharpest flying banner of the king of Chujiang has been destroyed, and the vast magic circle can no longer be used, but in his army, there are still a large number of cultivators under the king's command, ghost generals, evil captains, and fierce soldiers, and there are thousands of spells without that array, although the power is far inferior, but the offensive in the eastern array is the most brilliant and diverse, wind, rain, thunder and lightning refining Xuan Bing, all of them, all the same, gathered into a tide and slammed on Fucheng.

In addition to the onslaught, there are all kinds of auxiliary attack spells, the originally hard ground under the north wall of the city suddenly turned into soft sand, groups of black monkeys with beauty masks rushed out of the yellow sand, along the city wall flying and climbing Xiangshang; the west of the city is cloudy and windy, the wind is sticky, wrapped in the city bricks and pulled hard, the muffled sound of rattling came, the stone shattered and the city cracked; the south of the city is pouring rain, the rain is sweet and fragrant, the honey is delicious, where the rain falls, a large group of red ants will suddenly emerge in the air, licking the honey juice at the same time, gnawing off the bricks, gnawing off the blade, gnaw off the defenders' bodies too

In all directions, the fierce law rushes to the city!

It was at this moment that the golden red arc of light rushed up from the layers of spells, and Su Jing went out of the city and counterattacked the Yin soldiers.

He chose the north, and he was right on the mountain!

Bump!

There was no roar, no huge earthquake, and the fire light of the fire wings of the heavenly capital was instantly annihilated in the majestic and majestic mountain.

The people are too small, the mountains are too big, and a cricket hits a big tree and can't shake a leaf, that's it. Su Jing is gone, but the mountain is still the same.

When Su Jing hit the mountain, the mountain was far away from the city.

Su Jing was gone, and the momentum of the mountain flying in remained unchanged, and he continued to smash the north wall of Fucheng with vigor and smash the defenders of the north of the city. The rest of the soldiers and horses were hidden under the thick battlements, and the corpse general was independent, and his eyes were like blood staring at the flying male mountain.

The wind urged the face, Xiongshan in the eyes of the corpse, there was no outline, no appearance, it had rushed too close, it was about to hit the city wall, at this moment Ah Er opened his mouth violently, spewing out a vicious yin wind that had been raised in the body for three hundred years.

The gray-black and mottled, slowly foul-smelling wind rushed towards the majestic mountain! And the terrible peak, which weighed more than 10,000 pounds and drummed wind and thunder, was blown away by Ah Eryi like a piece of paper.

Ah Er's breath had not yet been spit out, and suddenly turned into a violent cough.

How fortunate the ghost soldiers of the Beicheng garrison are to be able to witness the magic of the second general comparable to a miracle, blowing away and smashing the city mountain in one breath!

Seeing the general's cough, all the military academies only said that the general had worked hard to get to this point, full of longing and excitement, and the cheers that came out of his mouth in unison, even if the four-sided offensive shook the city violently and shook the earth loudly, it couldn't hide it!

Only Ah Er himself understands that the cough is because he is scared. Or rather, first startled, then choked, coughed.

I blew a mountain away? Ah Er didn't believe it.

How much ability he has, he knows best, Ah Er understands that it is impossible to blow away the mountain with one breath, if he really has so much strength, he has already gone out of the city to blow the enemy army.

He cast spells, but he tried his best to eliminate the momentum of some mountains and offset some of the flying peaks. The one who really resists the impact of this mountain has to be the city wall. The four walls of the city in a bottle are guarded by a profound forbidden law, which is the defender's reliance against the enemy.

Catching up with the second general, the mountain took a circle in the air, where did it come from, and where did it go back. Finally, the ten-storied pagoda corpse was flexible, and after coughing twice, he suddenly realized: The mountain flew away because of the young master?

The northern siege of the Yin soldiers, picking the army of the ghost king.

The bombardment of the mountains is the specialty of the elite 'mountain-moving' army under the command of King Qiu.

With this ferocious formation, King Qiu didn't know how many times he smashed the enemy city that refused to surrender. This ghost king has a bad problem, every time he uses the 'moving mountain' to use the big array, when he sees the big mountain flying and bombarding the enemy city, the king will always gasp, and when the mountain really hits the target, he will always put on a painful look of being trampled on the toes by the elephant, and seriously hurt the enemy.

This time is no exception, when the time is up, the drums stop, and the mountain-moving array is launched. The mountain flew away, and the king hissed and inhaled the cool air, and the mountain and the city, and the king prepared to look pained, and then the mountain flew back.

Fly, fly, peak, peak, fly, fly.

The king's face stiffened. (To be continued......)