The flames were growing in the sea of vines in the basin, and countless flames were swollen and forward, burning the vines that had stopped growing.
The gorgeous and dazzling flames were stacked in the sky, the rolling air waves moved forward and fell, and the moonlight dimmed again; only the flames that soared into the sky flickered endlessly, instantly reflecting the blue night sky into a fiery red.
Standing above the head and around him among the endless vines, Song Dingbo pointed to the distance and looked ahead. Through the gap between the vines, he saw a fiery red in the distance, and the thunder and flashing lightning that resounded through the sky, arousing
After flying wood chips, I suddenly felt something was wrong.
His nose moved repeatedly, and from the slowly getting hotter air, he smelled a pungent smell of smoke.
"It's fire!" After a moment, Song Dingbo's heart sterned, and he couldn't help but sweat in his palm. He hurriedly exclaimed to the ghosts around him: "Slay the vine and retreat!"
"Don't retreat blindly." Huang Zu, who was still standing in the air, suddenly stopped the surgery and fell down. She stood beside Song Dingbo with sweat on her head. After a little fear appeared in her eyes, she said anxiously: "Give it a minute quickly and let it go,"
Your sergeant took off the vine armor on your body and cut off all the vines around you, so that there was no combustible material under your feet and within ten feet of your surroundings."
"Is the enemy attacked?" Song Dingbo, who knew the truth, heard this, suppressed the anger that kept rising in his chest and grabbed Huang Zu's collar, and looked directly at the other party's eyes with anger and incredible gaze. The cold geology
Asked, "Can't you take back these damn rattans?"
In the past, Huang Zu always saw the dragon but didn’t see the tail. Even a loyal fan of Du Ziren like Song Dingbo and senior confidants only knew that she could control birds and trees, but she didn’t know if she could take back these vines?
But seeing Huang Zu showing a little shame on his face, he shook his head silently, and Song Dingbo's heart instantly felt like he had fallen into an ice cave.
If the ancient god is still there, she might be able to reclaim the vines; but Huang Zu is only a human soul, and she is not fully aware of wood spirit techniques, so she can only turn grass seeds into vines, infinitely under the moonlight.
It grows, but it is completely impossible to turn the formed vines back into grass seeds.
Song Dingbo stared at Huang Zu, who was silently bowing his head for a moment, cursing in a deep voice: "It is the biggest mistake to ask you to support our army." After saying that, he looked around with a cold look, and those crisscrossing across the country.
, the almost airtight vines were a little dense for a moment, and suddenly smiled.
There was bitterness in the smile and a little despair.
Among these vines, the thinnest one is as thick as the thighs of the male soul, and they are layered and staggered. Even if the soldiers chop each other with their swords and axes, they cannot be cut off in a flash.
Soon after, the smoke became more and more intense, and Song Dingbo, who was still in a glimmer of hope, said weakly to his commander: "The entire army will do what Huang Zu said." After saying that, his legs became weak.
He fell on the podium and looked up at the vines woven over his head after arching.
At the same time, the feathers and the heads of the Jiuyou Army all went out. They flew into the sky with round oil barrels, lifted the oil barrel lid and pointed the mouth of the barrel down.
After a circle in the air, throw the oil barrel into the vines below.
The strong smell of ignition oil mixed with the breath of death emanates from the thick ink liquid sprinkled on the vines.
Song Dingbo's pupils dilated just now, and the sound of gunfire in the air was roaring. Countless Hezi guns roared and fell into the vines that were poured with harsh tinders.
Around the command platform where Song Dingbo was located, several flames rose up instantly. The air waves flew and smashed the wood and shot down. The vines on the ground turned into giant dragons covered with flames one after another. With the rising and falling night wind,
Direction of rotation.
The flames that were more than 100 meters long suddenly jumped up several feet long, licking along the unlit vines around it, spreading rapidly. The vines burned one after another and quickly "cracked" and quickly formed more than a dozen pieces.
As the flames rise and fall, the sea of fire is scattered.
Even the land without vines, as long as it was dripped with harsh tinders, it burned with sparks falling from the vines.
The flying soldiers of Jiuyou Kingdom did not give up yet, and then airlifted many oil barrels, continued to pour tinder from the barrels between the vines, and threw countless burning tanks with high flames at the cans down hard.
In less than a moment, the thick smoke with a pungent smell spread among the fires, spreading in the sky outside the pass. Countless vines became charred as the black smoke rose, gradually turned into ashes and drifted with the wind.
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This time, the Southern Barbarians no longer need to cut the dense vines around them. The flames that exploded continuously will help them burn out these thick plants; but the Southern Barbarians are also surrounded by the flames that are getting stronger and stronger.
Escape in a situation.
The screams that were shrill and endless also echoed throughout the night sky.
The Southern Barbarian Army was either burned by flames or burned vines that fell to the ground after being burned. All this was caused by Huang Zu, who was hoped by the Southern Barbarian Army not long ago.
When Song Dingbo was already extremely desperate, Huang Zu took advantage of his inattention and took advantage of the fact that his pointy foot was flying in the air again.
"Zu Huang, don't run away!" When Song Dingbo reacted, Huang Zu was already three feet in the air, looking down at Song Dingbo who was stomping his feet in a hurry and smiled proudly.
Just as she was extremely proud of her escape and ascend to heaven, a feather man suddenly fell quickly from her head and entered in an instant. The feather man swung the three-eyed gun in his hand, and still looked down.
Song Dingbo's Huang Zu was in charge of his gun.
There was a dull sound on Huang Zu's head, and his eyes suddenly showed a dizzy star. His body was like a kite with broken string, swaying and falling from the air. In a blink of an eye, it hit Song Dingbo's feet heavily, and his throat became sweet, "Wow"
Spit out a mouthful of blood that rushes like a spring.
Huang Zu looked up at the air, the Yu Min who had raised his gun to aim at her chest, his eyes showing a little despair.
Song Dingbo, who was choked by the thick smoke, did not help her, but instead ran away from her and shouted, "Retribution, retribution!". His tone was full of pride and excitement.
With a "bang!", a flame spurted out from the muzzle in Yumin's hand, and shot towards Huang Zu's chest lying on the ground.
In Yuque City, today there are thousands of people. The news that Xiao Si's fragrance and jade damage was soon spread to the Jiuyou Kingdom. Jiang Ziwen secretly instructed the storyteller to arrange it into a legendary story every day
The storytelling greenhouse was told one after another, and in less than three or five days, this matter became well-known in Yuque City.
On the walls of the inner and outer cities today, as well as on the walls of Yuque Palace, the Nine Nether Kingdom flags that used to be hung high above the pole were now down to the middle of the flagpole. Every household in the city had all
White silk and black paper flowers were hung.
Almost all the people in the city rushed to the north gate of the city, following the ghost mother Yingying and Hei Bai Wuchang and others, and the ghost officials in the court, and were waiting quietly.
The eyes of each ghost were filled with heavy sadness, and the expression on his face became serious. The world was filled with a depressing atmosphere.
For a long time, the people and officials of Jiuyou Kingdom, whether human or demon souls, as long as they are not offenders, have received more care from Xiao Shizhu and lived a prosperous and comfortable life. In the past, Jiuyou Kingdom
The ghost had long regarded Xiao Shizhu as a god. After learning through the storyteller that he was a little slander and sacrificed his life to save the dying Xiao Shizhu, they also awe-inspired at this little ghost who was only 26 years old.
In addition to respect, I was deeply saddened.
A hero of the people and the country was successfully portrayed by Xiao Shizhu; therefore, every household in the city hangs white silk on the door to express his grief for Xiao Si.
After learning that Xiao Shizhu was personally escorting Xiao Si's body back to Yuque City, they organized tacitly and stood in the open space outside the city gate and looked silently at the north.
In silence, dark clouds rolled quietly, cool breeze whistled, and then falling from the sky was a series of rain curtains formed by raindrops.
No ghost held up an umbrella, nor did the ghost mother himself. They stood silently in the rain, looking at the end of the official road ahead that extended northward.
Under the storm and rain, after a while, when all the clothes on the ghosts were completely wet, the group of people carried a chariot with an umbrella on their shoulders and appeared at the end of the official road.
As the ghosts got closer and closer, the waiting ghosts vaguely saw that the head of them was a tall human soul as beautiful as a jade tree.
The waiting ghosts suddenly felt nervous.
In the wind and rain, the souls of the group of people carrying the chariot on their shoulders were getting closer and closer. Many ghosts with good eyesight had already seen clearly that the soul in the lead was the King of Nine Nethers, whom they admired extremely.
Xiao Shizhu was soaked all over, and there was no regret on his face covered with rain, and only sadness and regret were left.
Sitting cross-legged on the chariot was Xiao Si with a pretty face, thin eyebrows and thin lips. Her clothes were neat and clean, without even a trace of wrinkles. Only the slightly innocent face, her eyes were closed tightly on her slightly innocent face.
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The umbrella on her head blocked her from the wind and rain, making her still peaceful.
Yingying, who was not far away, looked closely and felt dizzy. Her body tilted and almost fainted. Fortunately, Su Su was following her side quickly reached out and held her.
As the chariot approached, the sadness in the air became heavier and heavier. There were sobs and sobs coming one after another in the sound of rain, mixed with the drizzle of rain and played the sad song.
Lightning flashed across the sky and illuminated the dim world, and then a thunder sounded. Xiao Shizhu lowered his eyes, carried the dozen souls of the souls, and stood in front of Guimu and Yingying without saying a word.
His eyes were already red, and there was rain falling down, and it was hard to tell whether there were tears mixed with them.
Xiao Fuling, who was following behind him, held the Five Spirit Sword left to her by Xiao Si in both hands and lowered her head slightly, deliberately avoiding the master's eyes that were flashing with sad eyes.
She blamed herself and felt guilty. If she hadn't clamored to go to the battlefield, Xiaosi would not have followed her. But if Xiaosi had not followed her, the result would have been no longer there today.
Xiao Shizhu felt even more heartbroken. Even though the scenery in the city was empty, it showed that he had successfully portrayed Xiao Si as a great hero admired by thousands of ghosts in the Nine Nether Kingdom. However, this weak force could not save Xiao Si's life.
Shizhu Taishi felt that he was very incompetent for the first time. He was obviously the son of God, but he clearly said that he existed to protect the ghosts, but he could not even protect a female ghost doll who was underage.
Looking at Xiao Si's remains in the wind and rain, he looked at the ghost mother silently, and the ghost mother also looked at him silently.
Both of them saw the grief and regret in each other's eyes.
After a long time, Xiao Shizhu, who had not put down his chariot for a long time, mustered up the courage to turn his head slowly, and moved his eyes to Yingying, who stood beside the ghost mother, trembling constantly in the wind and rain, and her eyes were so heavy that she could not lift her up at all.
He opened his lips and squeezed out the three words "I'm sorry."
A "bang!" sounded as his words fell. Yingying raised her right hand like a jade bamboo shoot and slapped Xiao Shizhu hard. (To be continued)