Chapter 152 Where is my ghost soldier?

Facts prove.

Li Ling's previous worries about his luck were not without purpose.

It took the ghost soldiers of the mass grave ghost land about five hours to arrive in front of Lin'an City.

Although there was no acceleration from the guests' spellcasting, Yang Chizi seemed to realize that something was wrong, and Yang Chizi specifically asked the entire army to speed up and speed up the pace.

Li Ling also tried to interfere in the process, but it was impossible to use the same trick a second time, so he arrived in front of Lin'an City amidst the bumps along the way.

Although there is still a certain distance.

But at this time, in the line of sight, it was already vaguely visible. A city appeared dimly in the distance. The outside seemed to be shrouded in a layer of golden light, which should be some defensive measures.

Let’s look at this progress.

In about ten minutes at most, the ghost soldiers will arrive in front of the city, and then it will be a fierce battle.

No, it was not so much a fierce battle, but if the defense was really broken, it would have been a scalp-numbing massacre.

I hope that the golden light can last a little longer, at least until the medicine takes effect.

On the edge.

Yang Chizi's expression relaxed a little.

Along the way, due to the sudden mist incident, he had always been a little wary, fearing that something unexpected would happen during the process, but fortunately, there were no mistakes in the subsequent process.

Fortunately, we arrived in this area safely.

Then next.

It won't be long before a bloody massacre will begin, and in this massacre, he will complete the arrangement he has planned for several years.

Not easy

Thinking about this, Yang Chizi looked at Li Ling beside him. If this action was successful, the next step would be to ask for advice on how to perfectly integrate other creatures into his body.

If it can really be found, the value brought by this operation will become immeasurable, and I will no longer have to be troubled by this flesh and blood body.

It seems that he realizes that he is a little too ambitious.

Yang Chizi took a deep breath, and his eyes that originally showed a bit of fiery gaze gradually became calmer and duller.

But Li Ling was not as calm as he seemed on the surface.

What the hell.

Is this old man lying to himself?

He was always observing the movements around him, expecting some ghost soldier to scream and tell him that something had happened.

Unfortunately, this vision was not completed until the carriage stopped several hundred meters in front of Lin'an City. Now, they have completely approached this area.

The overwhelming evil energy spread out from the bodies of the ghost soldiers.

After traveling such a long distance, they had been enduring hunger and the desire to kill in their minds. They were waiting for this moment. After spending five hours, they finally arrived at their destination.

These evil spirits twisted and intertwined in the air, condensing into a ball, as if they had formed a solid body. It looked touching, and even made the players and some capable guys at the city head feel numb.

"No wonder the ghost land of mass graves has such a great reputation. With such a large number of ghost soldiers, it can be said that the gods are killing the gods and the Buddhas in this area."

"Did you feel the breath of those ghost soldiers? Something is wrong. It seems that they have been enhanced by some kind of medicine. It seems that the ghost king is determined to slaughter this city. Everyone, please don't hold back later. There are

What trump card is there, we need to use it as soon as possible.”

"To be honest, just a week ago, I fought against one of the ghost generals. Now I feel the ghost's aura. I don't know how many times he is stronger than before. I am also prepared. This time, when

It’s really a narrow escape.”

At the top of the city, everyone was talking a lot.

The old monk is still sitting at the top, reciting scriptures silently. His body is old and thin, with only a layer of skin sticking to the bones. His body is emitting a faint golden light, as if he is sitting in a state of death. Even in the face of thousands of ghost soldiers, his expression remains the same.

There are no changes.

The two sides confront each other.

The Ghost King stood at the front, riding a skeleton horse and holding a dead man's halberd. He looked coldly at the old monk sitting on the top of the city: "Oh, with this little effort, you still want to protect a whole city?"

Said.

The halberd in its hand was suddenly filled with immeasurable evil energy. The weapon seemed to come alive. It slashed hard at the golden light that protected the city wall. The evil energy turned into a wave of air and hit the golden light with a fierce blow.

Above, it is like fire meeting water and being automatically dissolved.

The old monk remained silent, twisting his beads and chanting silently.

Seeing this, the Ghost King snorted coldly: "Let's see if you alone are more powerful, or if I, the thousands of ghost soldiers, are more powerful."

The words fell to the ground.

He thrust the halberd in his hand into the ground, raised the flag and waved it.

Following the action of the Ghost King, all the ghost soldiers roared angrily, and the evil aura spread out from their bodies in an instant. They looked extremely frightening, and gathered in mid-air. As the flags danced, a head holding a steel fork was vaguely formed.

The image of a ferocious evil ghost was extremely large, even compared to the golden light that shrouded the entire city, it was not much different.

The Ghost King held the flag and waved it violently. As if receiving some kind of instruction, the huge evil ghost condensed from the evil spirit swung the steel fork in his hand and stabbed towards the golden light.

This time, the power was obviously much stronger than that of the Ghost King alone. I could vaguely see that the golden light actually created a layer of ripples, like a spider web with a small fragment appearing, but it quickly recovered.

At this time, the eminent monk no longer had an expressionless face, he held the beads tightly with his fingers, and vomited a mouthful of blood from his mouth, staining his cassock red, but he still sat there.

Seeing this, the Ghost King showed a ferocious smile on his face: "Go on, let's see how long you can last."

And on the other side.

Looking at this posture, Li Ling, who had been paying attention to the battle, frowned: "What kind of move is this?"

Yang Chizi next to him smiled: "As a ghost king, commanding so many subordinates, naturally there is something in him. A method of condensing the evil spirit of his subordinates into a solid body is particularly useful at this time."

"However, that old monk does have some moral integrity. Judging from this, he can probably last for about ten minutes?"

Hear the words.

Li Ling couldn't help but sigh, his eyes filled with despair.

Where is the medicine?!

Let’s do something!!

It's been five hours plus half an hour, but it still has no effect.

Seeing Li Ling's state, Yang Chizi couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, but he didn't know what to say, so he had to change the topic.

"I looked at the city wall, and there were some people with a certain level of morality. However, the number was too few. I guess the younger generation of residents in the city also ran away, and the rest were half-footed into the loess.

It would be a good thing to send them to their graves in advance to leave this troubled world."

Li Ling:.

Keep looking outside.

Just as Yang Chizi expected.

The ghost king controlled the object transformed by the evil spirit and continuously attacked the golden light.

Every time he suffered it, the old monk would vomit a mouthful of blood. By the end, he had lost any color of blood, his eyes were cloudy, and the blood seemed to have been vomited. After a few more times, he really couldn't hold on.

See the situation.

Several Taoists who originally painted the talismans stood up at this time.

They held mahogany swords in their hands and stood on the altar that had been set up. They moved in unison and cut their wrists. Then they went straight from school and poured it on the wood carving of the altar. This was a black bird wood carving that looked lifeless.

But with the infusion of blood.

This thing seemed to be alive, its pupils actually emitted a bit of fire, and there was a faint sound of chirping.

"Monk, put away the golden light first."

As a Taoist priest spoke, he raised the peach wood sword in his hand, and the black bird wood carving ignited flames, and a shadow appeared, flying in the direction pointed by the peach wood sword.

The golden light dissipated, and the evil spirit turned into a fierce ghost rushed over, but in the next moment, the black bird fluttered its wings and flew towards it, bringing with it a piece of extremely pure fire, and the two collided.

The evil ghost was like a piece of tofu, instantly disintegrating out of shape and being burned completely. However, the black bird still had enough energy to rush towards the thousands of ghost soldiers on the ground.

Seeing this, the Ghost King frowned, suddenly lowered his flag, raised the dead man's halberd, and danced towards the black bird that had been spread out. The evil spirit was poured into it, and all the resentment accumulated by thousands of creatures over a long period of time was released, toward him.

The black bird pounced on it, even though it was like a moth flying into the flame, it never looked back.

The resentment felt a while ago was naturally melted away, but gradually, the aura of the black bird began to run out of strength, and it was pounced on and bitten by the resentful spirits. With its last cry, the stars filled the sky, melting away the evil aura that soared into the sky, and fell on these people.

For a moment, the surroundings around Gui Zu were filled with surging Yang Qi.

far away.

Yang Chizi looked at this scene and frowned slightly: "I didn't expect that there was still a hidden hand. But it's not a big deal. Now, the other party should have no chance to resist."

This time, the opponent's offensive was successfully offset. It took a while, but it was the limit of what could be done.

The Ghost King let out a long breath, and one of his hands was gradually turning black. This was caused by fighting against the black bird's aura just now, but it was only a minor injury and did not hinder anything serious.
To be continued...