It’s not Qianxun Huangqun, but an ‘old enemy’ from the lineage of the Nine Princesses, who wants to bring joy to the ghost king and his bloody army.
"Ah?" The smiling kid at Fucheng Tower widened his eyes at first: "The reinforcements Su Qiangqiang moved are Si Yue's Blood Fiend Army?!"
Although he was asking a question, there was no need to answer. The shouts and shouts of the Evil Blood Army were still echoing, and the situation was very clear. The smiling kid had a weird temper, but his mind was not bad. After a little thought, he looked relieved.
In the distance, in the clouds, the masked girl jumped up and stood side by side with her brother: "It's General Honglou's deployment. What can Uncle Si do to help this little lunatic?"
General Honglou, a fierce general under the command of King Siyue, was commanded by this general during the siege of Bujin. Although he failed to win, he was not successful at Honglou. After leading the troops back home, he still gained the king's trust.
The elder brother was more knowledgeable than his younger sister. After being surprised at first, his mind kept spinning and he probably guessed something: "Why are you helping the kid named Su? Uncle Si's move is probably an alliance with the Ninth Princess!"
"I've never heard him mention the alliance," my sister said suspiciously.
"After the Battle of Bujin, Qianxun continued to be the enemy of Uncle Si, and once fought to the foot of Nahe City, six thousand miles away from the Palace of Death, but then she suddenly stopped and retreated; following Uncle Si, she took away the old man Zhanqiu I asked for the gift of sending troops to Fucheng and drove me out. Now that I think about it, Uncle Si should have formed an alliance with Qianxun at that time." The boy with the cross thought as he answered, clearly and clearly.
The girl still had a somewhat unwilling tone: "I think back when Qianxun attacked for no reason, we never provoked her, but now we just want to wash away our hatred with her."
Still not waiting for his sister to finish speaking, the young man shook his head and interrupted: "In the world of Netherworld, where benefits come and go, there is no unchanging enemy. I would say that the alliance between Uncle Si and Qianxun is the best good. A woman with a Yang body is fierce and ruthless. He has no intention of fighting for hegemony here. He is just a passer-by. Such an ally could not be better. It will be of great benefit to Uncle Si’s hegemony." As he said that, the young man smiled and his eyes widened: "Although I didn't think of it in advance, but looking at it now, I don't think so. Nothing is better, nothing is more normal.”
The masked girl was not interested in the principle of fighting for hegemony and kingship, so she just ignored it. However, another thing that came from the 'alliance' made her laugh again: "So, the boy named Su can do Friends? This little madman is very interesting."
The young man said nothing.
The girl asked again: "There will be a fight later, do we want to help?"
"You and I have other important responsibilities. We must not get involved in unrelated wars." The young man has good knowledge and quick reaction: "Besides, don't worry, we can't start a fight at all! Uncle Si also understands this serious matter. Just sending troops is enough as a deterrent."
Excluding the miscellaneous and fragmentary topics, the conversation between brothers and sisters is exactly what the ghost kings on the battlefield are thinking about.
They are all old foxes who are struggling to survive in troubled times. After a few scheming, they naturally figured out the cause and effect. King Qiu Qiu couldn't help but smile bitterly. He remembered clearly that during the 'bargaining' not long ago, Su Jing specifically asked about King Qiu Qiu. Mentioning his borrowing troops from Siyue.
At that time, Zhan Qiu only said a few mocking words to Su Jing, but he never thought that this slap on the face would be too loud!
But when he thought about the experience of his ally in this coalition, King Chu Jiang, who had always been at odds with him, King Zhiqiu felt a lot more enlightened.
King Chu Jiang not only smiled bitterly, but his face, mouth, and internal organs were all bitter. The bloody army arrived, and the best outcome of this battle was to withdraw the troops. So far, several ghost kings have suffered losses. But it's just a 'flesh injury', only one of his own Flying Flag Army has been wiped out, that's a real injury!
The war in the underworld is terrible, and the King of Chu Jiang cannot bear the loss of an entire army of magic soldiers.
Originally, the King of Chu Jiang had extravagant hopes to see if there would be a chance to seize the city in the bottle later. If he could do so, he would be able to make up for the losses, but now what is more important is, can he withdraw his troops safely? If not, don't forget,
The evil blood soldiers come from the east, right behind the Chujiang King's camp. If they want to charge into the formation, the Chujiang army will not even have a chance to escape.
Even the three corpses stopped, and the battlefield became completely quiet. Every army was ready to prepare. The calm before the storm is not "peace", so let's kill it.
Only Su Jing, when everyone was concentrating, holding their breath, and waiting solemnly, he relaxed instead. His previous arrogance and ferocious aura disappeared, and he returned to his usual clear and clear youth in the world, still looking at the world.
The King of Picking Qiu asked: "Let's chat for a few words before you leave?"
"Leave again? Shouldn't we fight again?" Zhan Qiu asked Su Jing in a calm tone.
"If you don't fight, you won't fight again." Su Jing shook his head, paused for a moment and added: "They are the soldiers of King Si Yue, not the subordinates of the Ninth Princess."
If it's the former, the five kings' coalition forces present today will be massacred; but if it's King Siyue's army that comes, it's a different story. It's enough for them to sell Qian Xun a favor and save the city in the bottle. They won't do it if it's not necessary.
Really participating in the war will only increase casualties.
Unless the Five Kings refuse to give up, the Blood Fiend Army will not really charge.
King Qiuqiu did not withdraw from the three layers of protection and raised his hand to send a crimson order into the sky. The main army that had already rushed to the wall of Fu City received the order and began to retreat quickly.
It is to show attitude, but it is also to shrink the formation and change from offense to defense to prevent unexpected events.
Then King Qiu Qiu looked at Su Jing again: "What do you want to talk about?"
"Those silver rings are so loud when they shake." Su Jing smiled and pointed at King Qiu's arm: "What kind of magic weapon is this? I've never seen it before."
Let’s chat for a while, Su Jing talks about magic.
"The soul-breaking circle, if I die, each silver ring can attach to my remnant soul and fly far away in all directions. Maybe I can escape and try to recover later. This is the last resort to protect myself in the event of a tragic defeat."
King Zhiqiu looked very calm from his expression to his voice, and even smiled: "I just saw you showing up to take the treasure, and you said you were going to assassinate me. With Xiao Jiu Wang's methods, I dare not not prepare for the worst.
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Before today, the kings only thought that Su Jing was an ordinary young man who relied on the influence of his elders. After a fierce battle, who would dare to underestimate this person again!
Su Jing also smiled and pointed at King Qiu's head: "Where did the bowl come from?"
"My own." King Qiuqiu answered truthfully: "It is made from the refining of my skull. I originally wanted to hide it and show it in the future competition for hegemony. This time, I was forced by the Little Nine Kings, so I had to use this treasure."
"Can you show me?" Su Jing's consulting tone was very polite.
The ghost king on the other side has his own magnanimity. King Qiuqiu only hesitated for a moment and then laughed: "Why not, please let Xiaojiu Wang appreciate it." After saying this, he raised his hand and took off the 'hat', threw it towards Su Jing.
Asking other treasures to look at it is arrogant, rude and even risky. If the ghost king has evil intentions and casts a spell to activate the treasure after it falls into Su Jing's hands, the consequences will be serious.
However, Su Jing's calmness was no less than that of picking a fur coat. Without any precaution on his part, he raised his hand to take the broken bowl. At the same time, a series of flapping wings came, and without any need to say hello, Akame Zhenren, who loved the treasure most in his life, stepped on it.
The child's coffin came and appraised the treasure with me.
The Ghost King did not press the curse, and Su Jing did not seize the treasure. Su Jing played with it for a while and then threw the broken bowl back to Zhan Qiu: "Why did you refine it into a bowl? It's weird."
"You are from the Yang world and don't know anything. There is a saying in the Netherworld, which is called: a bowl of Netherworld." He picked up the fur and took the treasure back, no longer put it back on the top of his head, but put it directly into the body: "It is said that in ancient times, the immortal
Zuzu Lele's natal treasure is a divine bowl. The so-called "bowl of Netherworld" refers to the fact that the old man holds the divine bowl to rule the world and benefit the underworld. After the immortal ancestor left, the ghost kings of the Netherworld and later generations will be able to conquer the world as long as they can.
Refining a bowl-shaped treasure is not only a sign of admiration, but also an intention to imitate and aspire to rule the world, and the bowl protects the underworld."
Su Jing remembered clearly that the Smiling Little Ghost had once said that after Lord Yama, the only three-body evil spirit that unified the underworld was named Zu Lele.
After hearing a new story, Master Akame couldn't help but ask one more question: "Do you mean there are many good bowls in the nether world today?"
"It's true that there are many, but there can't be too many. There seems to be a law in the underworld to measure it. Not everyone can refine the bowls and utensils in the underworld. Only when the cultivation level reaches the fire can they be truly refined and formed. Ordinary fierce ghosts, weak little kings
"Even if you have the will, you can't make a decent bowl." Zhan Qiu looked slightly satisfied when he answered. Although his bowl was in tatters and had broken edges and missing porcelain, he had finally made a bowl.
Su Dingding nodded, stopped talking nonsense, and held his hands to Zhan Qiu: "Please go slowly."
Zhiqiu also handed over his hand: "Farewell."
Immediately, the military order was passed down, trumpets sounded loudly in the army, the army organized its formation and began to retreat as if the tide was ebbing.
One family is like this, every family is like this. The Evil Blood Army is watching with eager eyes. How can the Five Kings Alliance have any other options? The heavy troops besieging the city retreat layer by layer, first returning to the central army, then changing their formation, and slowly retreating.
The Evil Blood Army has always maintained its oppressive power, but has not yet attacked or killed them.
Unlike ordinary armies, the Yin soldiers moved very quickly. After half an hour, only a lonely city remained in the place where the fighting was originally raging, and the tragic war came to an end.
Su Jing ignored the evil blood troops who were still waiting in formation and spread his wings to fly back to the city.
The smiling kid immediately stepped forward and asked a series of questions: "When did the Ninth Princess and King Siyue form an alliance? Why didn't you inform me of such a major event? Also, in today's fierce battle, we should use the power of evil blood to destroy the main forces of the five families in one fell swoop.
That’s right, in the future you and I will still have to gain a foothold here, and we will inevitably have to continue to struggle with them. Can we still invite the Evil Blood Army in time next time? How can you think of such a simple reason?”
Before he could finish speaking, Nian Hua Shenjun interrupted with a smile: "Let the evil blood army come to kill you? What a good idea you have!"
The smiling kid stared: "What do you mean?"
Just as Lord Nianhua was about to answer, Su Jing suddenly raised his hand and shot a beam of sun fire high into the sky!
The rolling burning flames flow and transform according to the owner's will, and instantly condense into a golden mirror.
The sun-fire mirror turned sharply, and then the light surged and shone fiercely into the distance.
Su Jing suddenly cast a spell, attracting everyone in the city to follow the mirror light. Looking at the past mirror, the light illuminated a pale cloud in the high sky. (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)