Half a pillar of incense passed, and in all directions outside the bottle city, layers of horns sounded, and all the Chinese troops gave orders at the same time, and all the attacks on the bottle city were suspended.

After another moment, a voice came from outside the city: "We have no intention of being enemies with the Nine Princesses, but we have built a city here and challenged the kings, and no one can sit idly by." Today, the kings joined forces to exterminate the Ma family, this battle has nothing to do with the nine princesses, if the little nine kings are willing to retreat, we are grateful, and there will be a supplementary report in the future. ”

This voice is sometimes loud and sometimes small, sometimes male and sometimes female, sometimes east and sometimes west, and the end is strange, obviously covered by a secret method, deliberately making it impossible to make people unable to hear who the speaker is and where he is. Fortunately, it's weird, but it's clear.

Su Jing appeared at the head of the city, and said loudly: "If you want me to retreat like this, you can't do it, let's discuss it again, and see if there are any other ways." ”

The ghost king's voice was flickering, and Su Jing really responded, not mentioning anything else, only talking about momentum, and making a judgment from a high level.

There is no need to discuss, several ghost kings have already agreed, the previous statement was just a temptation, and the ghost law sounded: "The ninth princess admires my generation, since her old man's beloved disciple has come forward, the Ma family's little ghost can be exempted from the death penalty, but he has to offer a piece of wealth to redeem his life." ”

"How much?" asked Su Jing.

"Thirty thousand acres. ”

'Xia' is a measure of the netherworld, specially designed for incense, and one Xiamen is 30,000 liters of incense.

30,000 Xia, calculated as a three liters of a wandering spirit, is a full 30,000 wandering souls. This price is the lion's big mouth, Su Jing turned his head to look at the smiling ghost, but the little ghost bowed slightly, and was complacent: "This king is worth this price." ”

Before the ghost voice finished speaking, he continued: "Wealth redeems life." Unalterable principle. Take out the incense, the little ghost of the Ma family can leave with your Excellency, but he can only leave alone, the soldiers stay, the city stays, and the people stay. From then on, people with the surname Ma were not allowed to set foot in this place. ”

The coalition army came to attack Bottle City, just to grab money and people to remove the threat, let the smiling imp go out of the house, and even if the kings achieved their wishes, leaving him with a life is nothing, but it is an explanation for the face of Qianxun.

After the ghost king's conditions were finished, Su Jing did not answer. Rather, he waved his hand. Di Ting's roar shook the sky, the Buddha's chanting was sensational, and the crescent moon shovel earrings roared fiercely, Di Ting, Garuda, and the damaged monks and soldiers all appeared behind Su Jing.

The tone of the ghost law transmission was cold: "The kings have endured it to the extreme, but Your Excellency is still not satisfied, do you still want to fight again?!"

Su Jing shook his head and smiled: "These soldiers were originally under my command, and I lent them to Lord Ma. Just now you said that the soldiers want to stay. I want to ask. Can I take my people?"

After a moment of silence, the voice sounded again: "Yes." Your people, you take them. ”

Su Jing smiled and nodded: "Thanks, thank you!" I'll have to persuade the Slippery Ghost King, he's a stubborn man, so wait a moment. ”

"It doesn't matter. Little Nine Kings, please take a look. "In the sound of the ghost law, I saw five long incense sticks rising from the formation of the five alliances.

No matter how fine the incense is, it is not necessarily more eye-catching than a needle in the sea when placed on a battlefield for hundreds of miles, but the cultivator's eyes are astonishing, and he can still see it clearly: the incense has been lit and is slowly burning.

The ghost law continued: "It doesn't matter how the little nine kings and the little ghost of the Ma family want to discuss, but no matter how they talk, Your Excellency only has this incense stick, when the incense is extinguished, if the little ghost of the Ma family still refuses to offer the incense and leave alone, it will die together with this city." ”

After the matter was finished, the people in the city only had a stick of incense, and there was no room for return. Su Jing no longer dwelled on this matter, but started a new topic, and asked abruptly, "Is the Ghost King here?"

King Qiu came, but he didn't show up, he didn't hear the name of Su Jing, and sat firmly in the big tent of the Chinese army in his house. The ghost law transmission voice responded to Su Jingdao: "Time is limited, the little nine kings should still take care of serious things, when the war is over, Your Excellency will always be the guest of honor on the thrones, and there will be a time to be close in the future." ”

"I heard that a few months ago, the King of Fur Picks had petitioned the King of Wanton Yue, and the matter of asking for the Wanton Yue to send soldiers to the middle city of the bottle was quite interesting, and I couldn't help but want to meet this King of Picking. Saying that, Su Jing laughed: "That's it, let's go back, there will always be a time to meet." ”

King Qiu begged for a lot of money to send troops, but he was driven out by withholding money, and this matter was deliberately leaked by King Yue, and there are really many people who know about it. As for the intention of the King of Wanton Yue to leak this news, it couldn't be simpler: show favor and seek it.

Su Jing's laughter spread in all directions, and he heard it clearly, snorted coldly, and still ignored it.

Smiling happily, Su Jing and the smiling imp turned around and returned to the city tower to sit down, Chimu was anxious, and hurriedly asked: "Is a stick of incense enough?"

"It's too late. Delay as much as you can. Su Jingying said.

The three corpses were more deflated than the other, and Lianhua stretched out her hand and pointed to the incense suspended in the air outside the city: "How can you delay? ”

Su Jing ignored the three corpses, and turned his eyes to look at the smiling ghost: "It is indeed not easy to delay, it is not easy to say whether the reinforcements can arrive in time, it is really too late, the enemy will attack the city, life and death are not in your own hands, if you want to leave now"

Before he could finish speaking, the smiling imp waved his hand and interrupted, not even bothering to speak. Su Jing didn't say anything, his hands were sealed and his eyes were closed, as if he was doing gong and casting spells, but he didn't see the spirit yuan vibrating around him, let alone the spell forming, and after a while, he opened his eyes again, relaxed again, chatting with the people around him without a match, and didn't look at the incense outside at all.

After chatting for a while, the three corpses wondered again, sat on a chair, swaying on their legs, and asked the smiling ghost: "Why don't you ask where the reinforcements are?"

"Curious?" the smiling imp smuttered, "If I can catch up, I will be able to see it soon, and if I can't catch up, even if the reinforcements are the king of Yama, what is the use." Curious or not, what does it matter, this king is too lazy to ask. ”

The three corpses looked at each other and blinked their eyes: "These words are a bit calm, we underestimated him before?"

Lei Dong pursed his mouth: "Pretend, don't believe he's not curious." ”

Lianhua looked at the little ghost carefully, the little ghost's eyes were half-drooping, and he ignored it, but he came to a conclusion with Lianhua: "It must be pretended, and they don't dare to look at me." ”

Suddenly there was a rumbling drum outside, and the Yin soldiers were drumming! The time had not yet come, and it was not an attack, but seeing that there was no movement in the city for half an hour, the kings sent orders to urge each other with the sound of drums.

Three stops, six pauses, and then nine rings! Five Yin soldiers and tens of thousands of drums in the six-hundred-mile battlefield resonate with the same rhythm.

The mallet beats the drum, and the drum beats the heart.

Xiao Murderous Intent Accompanied by the War Drums, Filling the Heaven and Earth.

There were guards in the city who looked at the enemy's situation and quickly reported the origin of the drums, but the first one reported that the soldiers had not left, and another soldier entered the city tower to report, saying that the ghost people in the city had gathered in large numbers and wanted to ask to see the ghost king.

The smiling little ghost is very impatient, the battle of life and death is coming, and it is too late to regulate and nourish his breath and prepare for the war, how can he have the heart to entertain the ghost people in the city.

"Go check it out, wait and wait anyway. Su Jing walked outside, reaching out and patting the little ghost on the shoulder as he passed by. The smiling little ghost snorted, and also stood up and went out side by side with Su Jing.

In addition, when the city returns to the inner city, you don't have to come down from the high wall to look back at the city, and the smiling little ghost is stunned at a glance

Tens of millions of ghost people gathered, densely packed with every inch of space in their eyes.

It couldn't be clearer that the ghost people spontaneously divided into three formations.

The front ones are all young and strong, and the wandering spirits who have been assigned from the Yin and Yang Division have no decent blades in their hands, only tools for labor, shovels, hoes, etc., and the other part of the ghost people who have migrated into the city from other places have been in troubled times, with simple bows and crossbows on their backs, and the blades in their hands are slightly rusty;

After the young and strong, it was the woman and the old man, the weak woman held the stone old and decayed staff, and tried to stand under the weight of the drum; the most zuihou were all children, real children, the eldest was only seven or eight years old, and his face was still full of fear, but he still remembered the instructions of the adults, and whispered to comfort the younger brothers and sisters around him, and the half-grown children in the city had been included in the young and strong formation.

Before, Su Jing and the kings said that there was no ban on silence, and everyone in the city could hear it clearly.

As soon as the king appeared, all the ghost people knelt down and bowed to the ground.

No one made a sound, only some ignorant swaddling babies cried.

The smiling imp frowned: "What are you waiting for?" ”

No one answered, and all the geists knelt. When the smiling imp asked for the second time, the ghost people were in the front row, and a wandering spirit who looked to be in his early forties replied: "The small people are willing to live and die with the blessed city, only ask the king not to abandon the city, and the small people are willing to live and die with the king." ”

The city in a bottle has an official name, but the ghost people call this place 'Blessed City'.

As far as the ghost people are concerned, there is a huge netherworld, only this place is blessed, and this is not a blessed city.

Seeing that the smiling little ghost was silent, the wandering spirit spoke cautiously and repeated: "The little people are willing to live and die with the king, and they are willing to live and die with the blessed city, and I ask the king not to abandon the city." ”

This time, after the geist had spoken, the other geists opened their mouths to repeat, first sparsely, and then all of them spoke, some with low voices, some with crying, some with anticipation, and the chaotic voices, gathered together to still say:

I am willing to live and die together, and I beg the king not to abandon the city!

The smiling imp once swept a million troops, once fled in panic in a big defeat, once beheaded and dug out his heart against a fierce ghost, and was also seriously injured by the enemy and vomited blood.

It's no wonder that the smiling little ghost, just because the Netherworld Shijie has never had the current scene since the collapse of the Great Unification.

After a while, the smiling imp finally came back to his senses and nodded: "Okay." "One word, turn around and leave.

"Thank you, Lord!" shouted a geist.

The smiling little ghost walked again, turned his head and smiled: "Thank you." Get up, recuperate, and get ready to fight. ”

In the second formation, an old man's wandering spirit, he is a foreign wandering spirit, seven months ago came to the bottle city, living the most down-to-earth two hundred days after 'death', at this moment, I don't know where the strength came from, suddenly kowtowed and shouted: "The city is my life, the king is my life, the king is my life, the king is my blessing!"

Eight words are for the voice of countless ghost people in the city, one ghost shouts, a hundred souls respond, ten thousand souls respond, and all the ghost people in the city shout correspondingly!

The city is my life, and the king is my blessing. (To be continued......)