Not moving, not moving, not moving, standing not far away, looking at the messy battlefield.
"It's finally over."
Fudoban sighed, this was also a kind of torture for them.
Although the number of people in the solar system is small, it is extremely resilient, and foreign aid has arrived one after another, and it has never been destroyed.
They threw themselves into one ghost group after another, thinking that they would be destroyed easily, but in the end, they became beans ground.
As the grinding continues in circles, although the soy milk continues to flow out, there are always a few bad beans that refuse to be wiped out, rolling and resisting, and even a corner of the stone mill is broken off, creating ravines.
However, no matter how hard the beans are, they are not as hard as a millstone.
For them, the most they can do is turn around a few more times until they are completely crushed and obliterated.
"Crush again."
Fudang Ban asked Fudang Kongming for instructions, and looked in all directions. The ghost plague was getting worse.
Dong Kongming nodded after hearing this, "It's not bad, he takes action and you worry."
"It has something to do with you, let them solve it themselves!"
Looking back, I saw only a pair of crazy eyes. It was Dong Ban who was also infected with the ghost plague and went crazy.
"I thought Liangbo from the Zhengxian family would take action, but I didn't expect it!"
Yang Yingzhao was horrified, thinking that this little evil ghost came out and killed his son so close. There were traces of his actions. That was terrible.
Fudoban was shocked. He didn't expect that the other party had a trump card. If it weren't for Fudo Kongming's proficiency in space layout, he would have been able to hide it from them.
The two little evil ghosts chatted for a moment, then looked at the camp followed by the other demons, "Greetings to Horsehead, Vajra, Fundamental, Good Samaritan, Fearless, and Sumeru. We have reached the critical moment and need to conserve our strength."
"Is it Dong Kongming, is he playing a trick?"
At the last moment, the light went out and the talisman turned into a piece of white paper and fell to the ground.
In the ruined base of the Solar System Hall, Dao Gaishi, Duanmu Guo'er, Lie Shi'ao, Ding Zhangdian and other members of the Fire Emperor's disciples supported their scarred bodies and watched in shock as the Ghost Department fell into full-scale turmoil.
Yu Yi'er's whole body was trembling. You knew that the time Wang Fukou said had finally arrived. You have been holding this trump card until now, and your palms are bleeding. You are not waiting for that moment.
Yang Ding Fuyao is simply crazy. First there was a blood shortage, and now there is an inexplicable disease. Disasters are coming one after another.
Could it be possible that we can still survive the desperate situation today?
You have also noticed that the mediocre people of the Zhengxian Family hiding nearby are now busy minding their own business.
The ghost plague is spreading on a small scale. There is only one possibility. This is not the coming of ghosts and gods.
Yang Ding Fuyao thought of some possibility and let out a small roar.
It is a clone, it is also a thought, but it is the true body of ghosts and gods.
This is because the ghosts of this group are well aware of the virtues of this group of Zhengxian families. They are selfish and condescending and do not care about the life and death of others. Therefore, we are sure that the other party will interfere in the affairs of the Jieqi Hall.
"Look, Yangding is lifting us up, what's going on?"
We thought we were about to be destroyed, but as it turned out, the enemy himself was in chaos first.
While they were chatting, a strange noise came from a certain corner, which immediately attracted the attention of the seven ghosts.
Desperate exclamations came from the crowd, it's over, the Heavenly Official Order has expired.
The Yangding was splashed all over and was dumbfounded. The faces of the companions around him were also full of astonishment.
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Looking at each ghost camp for seven weeks, the little evil ghosts and the middle evil ghosts also fell into madness and killed each other.
The Yangding Fuyao operated its secret technique, expanding a circle of light from under my body, scanning all directions, but found no trace of the enemy.
Dong Kongming sighed and said, "We have already noticed that Yangding Fuyao and others are lurking on the side, pretending to be aware."
The Yangding swayed, and then I remembered that I didn't have a Heavenly Official Order in my hand.
An aristocratic atmosphere descended on the scene, and Yang Ding, Yang Ding, Fuyao and the lower-level members of the aristocratic families were filled with hope.
"Master Yangding, please send out the Heavenly Official Order without delay."
Another truth is that the head of the Zhengxian family is also a Gao Tianshi. He tried his best to protect his beloved son, but he still watched misfortune come and his son's head blossomed and exploded into a rain of blood.
The members of the Zhengxian family have self-destructed one after another, which is similar to the situation of the ghost plague. It does not mean that the immortals are imminent.
The wave of ghost plague is more different than the previous one. It is the difference between a storm and a drizzle.
Hope arose in many people's hearts. From this point of view, there was really no chance of survival.
Dong Kongming suddenly became suspicious, why was Dong Ban next to him talking?
However, eight or seven members of the aristocratic family exploded on the spot, exploding into blood and flesh flying all over the sky, and fell to the ground into mud.
It's okay to go up like that. The enemy has a sight and a trace. He even knows how to take action, but he doesn't seek the inner strength.
Wang Fu's last words echoed in Yu Yi'er's ears.
"Ancestor, I will come next."
The Fudo class had been recuperating for a long time, thinking that it was time to take action on their own after completing their efforts in one battle.
Even these little evil ghosts at the lower levels were suddenly attacked by the same people around them and had no time to pay attention to the solar terms hall.
"There is also a core secret place hidden in these ruins, which should be the final trump card of the Jieqi Hall."
Yang Yingzhao was shaken like a stone, and his mind was filled with the seven little words "Self-tied".
"Heavenly Official Ba Yuan, I hope he will help you and you will keep your promise and resist the ghosts from all directions for him."
I also thought that it was Tianguan Bayuan who deliberately planted a hidden hand, not to reward the Zhengxian family for keeping their word.
The members of the Fire Emperor Sect, the remnants of the Eight Meridians, and these reckless people all died generously, but the Zhengxian Family has always stood by and watched until now. Even Dong Ban was also very surprised. Why did the other party just watch for a long time and only take action now? It didn't matter.
Green by.
"The desperate situation has come to an end."
Our Zhengxian family has encountered some trouble, and there is no way to solve it.
"After all the people on the surface are killed, the secret place needs to be charged at least four times."
Fudo Kongming stretched out a slap and said, "At least five more times."
"It's about placing your hope in ghosts, gods or immortals. If you want to survive in desperate situations, you have to rely on yourself."
For a time, the ghost tribes in Shifang were busy with their own business and could no longer organize a wave of attacks.
A random ghost and god has a devastating impact on everything around it.
"what happened?"
Yang Yingzhao waved the blessing order, and when everyone's eyes met, the talisman rose rapidly.
On the side was Dong Kongming, who was enjoying himself and said, "He dared to tease the Eight Yuan Heavenly Master, and now he has no retribution."
"Enemy police."
Only then did we remember that it was the Zhengxian family who had kept their word and watched the solar term hall suffer heavy casualties and was almost destroyed. Now we still expect Tianguan Bayuan to take action to relieve us from the disaster. It is simply wishful thinking.
"yes!"
Otherwise, the elimination of Xiaojietang would not have been delayed for so long.
More than half of the army of the Shifang Ghost Tribe is now used for internal friction and execution of those crazy ghosts.
If Yang Dingtian was still here, after hearing those words, he would have lamented that he died unjustly, so unjustly.
It was the voice of Dong Kongming, full of schadenfreude.
The surrounding low-level masters and middle-level masters were slightly frightened, and hurriedly launched defenses to guard against the enemy attacking again.