The ghost people in the city dispersed quickly with shouts and shouts. The ghost soldiers came forward to distribute weapons to them and organize them into the rear army to prepare the army. The king did not need to worry about these things. The smiling kid and Su Jing returned to the tower. It was just this
After going there for a second time, the kid was obviously agitated and a little out of breath, and finally brought up the matter of reinforcements: "Can you urge the reinforcements and ask them to arrive earlier?"
The ghost people in the city are willing, but for the smiling kid, things will not change at all. He will never surrender. This is his last hope and hope. He will definitely live and die with this city.
But Xiaogui's decision remained unchanged, his actions remained unchanged, but his state of mind was completely different.
Before, he was really not afraid of losing or dying: he was completely defeated, but then he took a chance to make a comeback, and if he lost, he died, just pretending that Su Jing didn't come to Netherworld;
Now, he really thinks that winning this city is their life, and this king is their blessing.
Su Jing shook his head and replied: "There is no need to urge, and there is no point in urging."
The smiling kid asked again: "Delaying time, how can I think of a solution?"
"I do have a way, and I have already used it, and I have already started to delay it," Su Jing smiled a little strangely: "But it may not be easy to use."
"What method?" The smiling kid was puzzled.
Su Jing pointed at the five incense sticks floating in the air outside the city. He also pointed at the long incense stick inside the city tower where the Slippery Ghost King had heard about the conditions of the coalition forces and lit the incense stick after the time limit for timing.
Only half of the incense inside the city tower was left; only half of the five incense sticks outside the city were burned.
The five sticks of incense hanging outside are just a deterrent to the city in the bottle by the coalition forces. There are other ways of calculating time both inside and outside the city. No one has to really look at the five sticks of incense. It is a sign that no one has noticed that they have been manipulated. Smiley face
The kid didn't pay attention until Su Jing pointed it out.
One's own pleasure, the enemy's insolence? After thinking about it for a moment, the kid suddenly realized and asked in amazement, "What is your method?"
"Golden Crow Zhengfa, the ancestor of light and heat. I am a disciple of the Golden Crow. I can control the flames of a few sticks of incense with a little effort." Su Jing answered in a serious tone.
"Do you have the nerve to call it a 'delay method'?" The kid couldn't laugh or cry. He didn't know whether he should be angry or scolded, and he didn't even know what to say.
In the camp, I don’t know how many incense were burned in the formation to calculate. Waiting, even if Su Jing took control of the enemy’s burning of thousands of incense, the enemy would still have a clock, a gui, a sundial, a water clock, an hourglass, and more.
The ghost technique that can accurately calculate time, the magical weapon glared at Su Jing for a moment, but the kid laughed. He could really see Xiao Jiuye's ability of "big battles are just a joke, and a six-hundred-mile alliance is just a family wine".
At about the same time, the voice of the ghost magic outside sounded again: "Which expert in the city cast a spell and controlled five incense sticks. Does he think that our army is so poor that only these five incense sticks are left to care about time, or does it treat life and death as a child's play?
If it’s the former, I’ll disappoint you; if it’s the latter, we will definitely make it happen!”
People also noticed that Xiang Li was slow, the three corpses were laughing heartlessly, and Su Jing didn't have a bit of a superior demeanor at all. The way he smiled with brows and eyebrows, he was obviously a naughty young man. His little tricks were not so much...
Procrastinating for time is better to say that you are coaxing yourself to be happy.
They laughed to themselves and ignored the questions outside.
The tone of the ghost's voice transmission was cold: "Ten o'clock has passed, seven or eight, Xiaojiu must hurry up and give advice to the Ma family kid."
This time Su Jing responded: "I'm still trying to persuade you, don't worry." After speaking, he paused and asked again: "Are the five incense sticks outside made right? If they are no longer useful, give them to me. I have something to worry about. Time, they burn slowly, which is just right for me."
"Little Nine King can take it as much as he likes."
Su Jing happily stretched out his hand, took the incense stick outside and pinched it in his hand.
One is enough, the other four are not needed.
The ghost voice gave the final persuasion: "The Ma family kid doesn't know how to show appreciation, so why should Little Nine Kings put themselves in danger anymore? It's just right to leave now."
Su Jing did not answer, closed his eyes and began to meditate. There was no response from the other party, and no more words came through.
Soon, the oppressive drum sound outside the city suddenly stopped, the time has come!
Reinforcements have not yet arrived, and there is no time.
Su Jing opened his eyes suddenly: "The three corpses remain in the city to listen to Lord Ma's orders."
Su Jing said whatever he said was what he said, and the three corpses should be. Su Jing spread his wings and flew out alone.
"What are you going for?" Xiaogui asked in time before Su Jing left.
"There is a saying in the Dongtuhan family that it is disrespectful to come and go. If they attack, you defend, and I will return the favor." Su Jing's voice was loud and clear, and he flew away quickly. The smiling kid laughed: "Okay. !Pay back a portion for me!"
At the sound of time, the drums stopped and the offensive suddenly started!
There is no trace of affection anymore. Qian Xun's fierce reputation spreads far and wide, but she is not in front of her. Just an empty name is not enough to scare away the ferocious ghost king who has been struggling on the edge of life and death for thousands of years; she is no longer an ordinary ghost soldier. Ordinary attack, the coalition's offensive is all magic
In the south, the dark universe suddenly brightened. The blazing white light almost made the earth, the sky, and the solid city transparent. There were thousands of thunders! Countless thunders gathered together and turned into a thick thunder waterfall. From the Yin soldiers The formation surged up and furiously slashed the high city;
In the north, it was dark. The green sky was originally bright and pitiful, but now this weak light was also blocked by a mountain. They summoned a mountain, which was much bigger than the city in a bottle. There are so many giant peaks! A mountain is just flying, rolling, roaring, and blasting towards the city wall;
In the West, vitality is bursting out. The 'anger' that only Xiujia can detect breaks out in the lifeless netherworld, but it is fuller and more full than the most fertile water and soil in the Yang world. But this vitality is furious Yes, it is crazy, one or two, thousands of vines, countless vines as thick as huge buildings! The vines break through the ground, cover the ground, and cover the sky, like the python whip in the hands of the immortal Buddha, whipping towards the barrier of Fucheng like crazy;
In the east, King Chujiang's sharpest flying flag attack has been destroyed, and the mighty array can no longer be used. However, in his army, under the king, there are a large number of practicing ghost generals, evil officers, and ferocious soldiers. There are thousands of spells in that array. Although the power is far inferior, the offensives in the Eastern Formation are the most brilliant and diverse. Wind, rain, thunder and lightning refine the black ice, all of which converge into a tide and pounce on Fucheng.
In addition to the fierce attack, there are also various 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 on their heads rushed out of the yellow sand and flew up along the city wall; the cold wind in the west of the city The wind was strong, and the wind was sticky. It wrapped around the city bricks and pulled hard. There was a muffled sound, and the stones shattered into pieces. The heavy rain in the south of the city was pouring, and the sweet-smelling rainwater was as delicious as honey. The rainwater fell on it. Wherever there is, a large swarm of red ants will burst out of the air. While licking up the honey, they will eat away the bricks, blades, and bodies of the defenders.
From all directions, ferocious methods are attacking the city!
At this moment, the golden and red arc of light shot up from the layers of spells, and Su Jing came out of the city to counterattack the Yin soldiers.
He chose the north and faced the mountain!
Collide!
There was no roar, no huge earthquake, and the flames raised by the wings of fire in Tiandu were instantly annihilated within the majestic and majestic mountains.
The man was too small and the mountain was too big. A cricket hit a big tree and couldn't shake a leaf, that's all. Su Jing disappeared, but the mountain remained 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 mountains flying in did not change. They continued to hit the north wall of Fucheng with great force, and the defender A'er from the north of the city was sitting there. The rest of the soldiers and horses were hidden under the thick battlements.
Keep an eye on Feilai Xiongshan.
The strong wind was blowing, and the majestic mountain had lost its outline and appearance in the eyes of the corpse. It was already too close and was about to hit the city wall. At this moment, Ah Er opened his mouth and spurted out the whole body.
Three hundred years of evil wind.
The gray and black mottled, slowly fetid wind rushed towards the majestic mountain! And the terrifying mountain peak, which weighed more than ten thousand and was filled with wind and thunder, was blown away like a piece of paper by Ah Er.
Before Ah Er could finish spitting out his breath, he suddenly turned into a violent cough.
The ghost soldiers guarding the North City were so lucky to be able to witness the second general's miraculous magic, blowing away and smashing the city's mountains in one breath!
Seeing the general coughing violently, all the military academies thought that the general had worked so hard to achieve this. Their hearts were full of longing and their eyes were filled with excitement. The cheers burst out from their mouths, even though the offensive from all directions shook Fucheng violently, and the sound was loud enough to tear the sky and the earth.
Can't stop!
Only Ah Er himself understood that he coughed because he was frightened. In other words, he was frightened first, and then he choked and coughed.
I blew a mountain away? Ah Er wouldn't believe it even to his death.
He knew best how capable he was. Ah Er knew that he could not blow away the mountains with one breath. If he really had that much strength, he would have gone out of the city to blow away the enemy troops.
The reason why he cast the spell was to try his best to eliminate the momentum of the mountains and offset part of the power of the flying peaks. What can really resist the collision of the mountains is the city walls. The four walls of the city in the bottle are protected by profound forbidden laws. This forbidden law
This is what the defenders rely on to fight against the enemy.
The second general was greeted by a breath of evil breath, and the mountain flew in a circle, wondering where it came from and where it came from. Finally, the ten-story pagoda corpse evil spirit was flexible, and after coughing twice, he suddenly realized: the mountain flew away because of the young master? Before
He vaguely saw the young master breaking through the rock with his sword and crashing into the mountain.
The Yin soldiers attacking the city in the north, the army of the ghost king who picked furs.
The mountain-moving bombardment is the specialty of the elite 'mountain-moving' army under King Qianqiu.
With this ferocious formation, King Zhiqiu smashed the enemy city that refused to surrender countless times to pieces. This ghost king had a bad habit. Every time he used his 'Moving Mountain' to use a large formation, he watched the mountains fly away.
When encountering an enemy city, the king would always take a long breath of air; when the target was really hit, he would always put on a painful expression as if his toes had been stepped on by an elephant, and seriously feel pain for the enemy.
This time is no exception. When the time is up, the drums stop and the mountain-moving formation is launched. The mountain flies away, and the Qiu-picking King hisses in the cold air. When the mountain reaches the city, the Qiu-picking King prepares to look in pain, and then the mountain flies back again.