The city guards exploded, and the pale white light rushed back up, trying to block the loud roar that was imagined in this calamity, but the huge roar did not happen.
The forbidden spells came forward, like the "spots" covering the sky falling down, passing by each other, and the two were unrelated. It was a bit like catching wind with a net or catching water with chopsticks.
The 'net' and the 'chopstick' from Fucheng were empty.
'It can't be stopped', the Great Sage has long declared, and everyone is prepared in their hearts. Even if both sides are destroyed by black spots as soon as they touch the city's defense restrictions, everyone will not be too surprised, but no one has ever thought that it would be like this.
In this situation, the darkness in the sky seemed to be a piece of true nothingness, and the magic of defending the city could not touch it at all.
With a loud roar, the smiling little devil performed the secret technique. Not only him, but several ghost kings and down, all the deceased people in the city who were practicing martial arts all used their magic, whether it was spells or treasures, to face the overwhelming black!
The ghost soldiers and ghost people who are not familiar with magic have a shield to raise and a sword to strike. They have nothing but the instinct to raise their arms to protect their heads.
Only a few people did not move or listen. Qi Donglai did not move because the Great Sage had already agreed to take action, so they were too lazy to bother. Thunder moved, red eyes, and the flowers did not move. They did not expect to 'move' at all, and watched
The "darkness" in the sky was approaching, and the three brothers were all distracted, not knowing what to think about.
Will the magical powers of the ghosts be of use to Hei who can't even touch the city's defenders? Hei can't even block a large number of sharp spells, how can he rely on his shield, sword, and arms to block it?
The black spots settled and pressed three feet to the top of the city. At this moment, a loud laugh of "ha" suddenly sounded from the top of the city. The person who laughed was: the Great Sage Erosion of the Sea.
With this laughter, everyone's eyes lit up!
The 'black' disappeared, and the sky reappeared in front of them. It was only at this moment that the large group of evil spirits discovered that they had never noticed before, that the green and faint sky was so beautiful.
The lightning and flint were scattered, and the huge contrast between darkness and light made all the ghosts in the city stunned, and they all froze in place, including the sly little kid, who was stunned.
I was astonished by the strange black thing falling from the sky, and even more astonished by the great sage's method: with a loud laugh, the darkness receded!
Suddenly a soft and charming voice sounded: "Swallowed? Aren't you afraid of getting upset?"
'Hei' is not something that the great sage shouted away. Only Bu Ting and Qi Donglai could clearly see what happened in that instant: 'Ha' was an accent, and when he laughed strangely, Eo Hai opened his mouth fiercely, covering the whole city.
That huge black piece was swallowed in one gulp!
As big as the city is, the 'black spot' is as big as the 'black spot' is; as big as the 'black spot' is, the ferocious boy who is half human and half demon can open his mouth as wide as he can.
Hearing the words, Eclipse Hai frowned and turned to look around him, not listening: "I've never seen anything that can make me feel sick!"
Bu Ting shook his head with a smile, stretched out his hand and pointed to the side: "It wasn't me who spoke, it was him."
Qi Donglai, who was standing on the other side and did not listen, grinned at the Great Sage. The Great Sage quickly looked away. At this time, the three corpses turned over and jumped out of the child's coffin. Lei Dong frowned: "I have seen this black before, and he is the same as Futu!"
Outsiders couldn't understand it, but they didn't know Su Jing's past experience. He was shocked when he heard the words: "That Futu from the Southern Wilderness?"
"It's not about him or anyone else, but also the darkness emitted by the body of the black giant spirit near the Old Scorpion Cave Mansion. It's also of the same tone. In terms of 'pureness', the darkness just smashed down is far inferior to that of Nanhuang, but the meaning is unmistakable!
Why, is there such a thing in the Netherworld?" Lei Dong spoke very slowly.
Nian Hua showed concern for the Great Sage and came to the Eclipse Sea: "This darkness is no joke. It has hidden weird powers that can infect people's hearts. Don't be careless and you might really get upset." After admonishing him, he reminded the Great Sage. The lower body is a snake, so I went behind the eclipse sea to have a look.
The Great Sage didn't understand what he was looking for: "What are you doing?"
"If you really have a stomachache, how can you go to the toilet?" Nian Hua thought too far.
Eclipse Sea had a look of helplessness on his face. He really didn't want to stay outside and get involved with these guys anymore. He turned into a green smoke and flew all the way back to the bonsai mountain. He looked very annoyed. In fact, the Great Sage himself had noticed that the black food he had just swallowed 'There is indeed a strange power hidden there, which must be carefully resolved before returning to the mountains.
"Why are you leaving?" Akame spoke a moment late. The Great Sage had returned to the mountain. The red-eyed master was unhappy. He stood on tiptoes at the crenellation of the city wall and pointed to the south: "They seem to have nothing to do. The Great Sage is eating dirt for nothing. Something."
Just like the Fucheng ban, the magic formation in King Shun's army could not stop the 'black' that was pressing towards them. There was no great sage in their formation, so they would end up being covered by the 'black spots'.
However, not long after it was enveloped, the "black" that carried the wind and thunder and crashed to the landing site dispersed on its own, and the army reappeared in sight. Red eyes could see clearly that the enemy was lowering his head to check his body. The blackness came and went. His body was as before, and he could not feel a trace of it. Discomfort. Is this the end of it?
After waiting for a while, the enemy was sure that nothing was wrong, and the horn sound urging them to advance sounded again, and the army continued to attack Fucheng.
Something inexplicable had just happened, and he was still not sure whether he was safe or not, yet he wanted to attack the city in a bottle. The Slippery King laughed angrily: "If you don't know whether to live or die, you don't have to live anymore! Play the drums!"
The king gave an order, and the rumbling drums soared into the sky. The ghost army of Fucheng was in high morale, and everyone took their positions and prepared to fight.
Although the incoming enemy was not as powerful as the wolves in the past, their lineup was not bad either. The army spread out and filled the field of vision in an instant. It spread towards Fucheng like a huge tide. But during the charge, the enemy soldiers suddenly stopped again. pace.
The surge of 'tide' suddenly stopped its forward momentum. The Slippery Ghost King only noticed the evolution of the enemy's formation and leaned over the battlements to watch intently. However, he soon realized that something was wrong: the troops stopped, but it was not due to the change in military orders. .
The Slippery King could see clearly that the enemy captains and generals were unable to react for a moment and were still rushing forward while shouting. After a while, they came to their senses, and they were all furious, beating, drinking, and scolding Erlang. He dared to disobey the order and urged his men to start quickly and continue to attack the city.
After three or four breaths, the enemy army moved again, but it was definitely not the attack on the city as the general expected, but a backlash! Instead of attacking the enemy city, they turned back, raised their swords, and went to kill their own general!
This change came so unexpectedly that eight out of ten defenders on the top of Fucheng city let out a low cry of "ah", and the voices gathered together into an uproar.
Internal strife among the enemy troops is a great benefit to the defenders. The ghost soldiers of Fucheng stood at the top of the city and watched the excitement. Everyone was laughing. On the contrary, the one who usually laughed the most did not listen. Qi Donglai's face darkened at this time and he watched quietly. Mutiny in the city.
"The ghost soldiers have changed. There is a black line on the Yintang." Qi Donglai spoke first. He could see clearly that Shun's ghost soldiers were soldiers. A black line went straight from the center of the eyebrows, across the forehead and into the bun.
"The general will not change." Buhuo said, "Those who change will kill those who do not change."
Qi Donglai nodded: "The soldiers' strength is shallow and infected; the general's training is profound, but his mind is still normal."
"After killing those who have not changed in the army, they will still have a city that has not changed before them." Bu Ting said.
One voice is charming and melodious, and the other is clear and sweet. If you close your eyes and listen to it, anyone can quickly conjure up a beautiful picture in their mind of two girls sitting side by side, smiling and talking. But when you open your eyes, you will see the bearded man.
Even if he didn't listen, he would get hurt.
After the two of them finished talking, the naughty boy gave another military order, telling the entire army that the battle was approaching and that they should not relax even an inch.
The generals in Shun's ghost army were far more capable and powerful than ordinary soldiers, but the 'mutiny' came unexpectedly. Before they could figure out what happened, they were surrounded by thousands of ghosts and there was no room for escape.
Even if you can barely hold on for a while based on your cultivation, you will still end up being torn apart by random blades.
Half a stick of incense showed that there was no "unchanged" person in Shun's army. Just as he refused to listen, Qi Donglai guessed that the wave of troops would move towards Fucheng again!
Fortunately, they are different from Futu.
Nanhuang Futu was already very qualified, and he had practiced intensively in front of the corpse of the Mo giant for countless years, and the pure intensity of the 'black' he had absorbed into his body was far superior to the 'black spots falling from the sky'. Only then
He has mastered the mystical arts, and even his spiritual intelligence has been greatly improved.
The siege ghost soldiers have poor qualifications. The black energy entering their bodies is mottled and impure. They have only been infected for a moment. Their strength has hardly improved. Their intelligence has been blinded. They are like walking zombies. They understand everything and will kill as long as they are not of the same kind.
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Without generals, without command, with mediocre strength, the ghost soldiers' own thinking has become rigid. No matter how stubborn and persistent the mentality of "if you are not of the same kind, you will die" is useless, this is not an encounter on a narrow road, but a high city and thick wall.
The battle of fortification.
The big seal script used to protect the city rose again, and arrows poured down from the city head like rain. They were left to be slaughtered. The only shocking thing was their "fear of death", they kept rushing towards them like moths to the flame, and then they came again.
Killed piece by piece.
A discerning person can tell at a glance that there is no suspense in the battle of Fucheng.
She will never be soft when someone wants to kill someone, but she doesn't like bloody killings. She has no interest in the fierce battle in front of her. She sews boots in her hands and thinks about "black" things in her mind.
The Slippery King saw that she was absent-minded, so he came to the front and said: "The overall situation has been decided. Nothing will happen here again. You can leave early and go to Bujin."
Bu Ting raised her eyes and looked to the east, where Bu Jin was and where Su Jing was. She smiled and nodded, and was about to say goodbye to the Little Ghost King when suddenly her eyes lit up.
It wasn't a glow from the inside out, the brightness in her eyes came from the reflection of brilliance. Standing in front of Bu Ting, the Little Ghost King could clearly see that two golden-red flames reflected in her eyes!
The Slippery King hurriedly turned his head, and in the east, more than a thousand miles away, a raging flame shot straight into the sky, and Huanghuang Lielie was making a fierce explosion!
The place where the fire broke out was the small town of Bujin, which was still in ruins; the person who set the fire was Su Jing, the owner of Guangmingding in Dongtuli Mountain.
Raise fire to burn the sky. What is burning is not the sky, but the black falling from the sky!——
There is something I need to tell you about. There will be an author salon from the 13th to the 16th. The former wife has always wanted to save manuscripts, but her daughter-in-law has a lot of things during her confinement period. This is one of them.
Also, my uncle passed away the day before yesterday, which was quite sudden for me.
The situation in my family is like this. We have very few relatives. When we have nothing to do, there is less excitement. When something happens, we really feel too busy. My cousin understands me and asks me not to be too busy, but the little one is okay.
This is the last time in my life that I will be busy. How is it possible, how dare I avoid being lazy.
Fortunately, Nvdou has become healthy and lively again recently. Xiaodou eats, sleeps, and has sex, which makes me worry less. They save me a lot of energy. Today is the day when my uncle sends the goods, and I have been busy all day. When I was at the cemetery
I twisted my foot and hit my hand. My foot was twisted when I was lifting someone, and my hand was hit when I was moving a stone. I forgot to mention that Douzi is a Muslim, and some of our customs and rituals are a little different from everyone else's.
Don't worry, the injuries are very minor. If you go to the hospital, the doctor will spit on you. When you get home, put a plaster on your feet and sprinkle some Yunnan Baiyao on your hands and it will be done without any delay in typing.
Scratching my head, I didn’t save any manuscripts.
What I can guarantee is that updates will definitely not be interrupted. I will bring a notebook with me. I want to tell you that sometimes the amount of updates may be less. Please ask for leave according to the specific situation.
I hope everyone will understand and I will try my best to write and update as much as possible. Also, after I come back, the updates will definitely return to normal, at least two updates a day, back to normal levels.
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