The enemy core was completely wiped out, and no one escaped.

Although some ghosts escaped, they could not pose any threat in the short term.

Zhang Ming watched as his Yin soldiers began to gather the endgame, absorbing the pure Yin Qi that turned into the void, and his divine body was bathed in the wind and snow, and his eyes were deep.

At this time, under the reflection of the divine consciousness, a trace of spiritual light fell from the void, and then seeped into Zhang Ming's mind.

This is not what attracts Zhang Ming's attention, but his real focus is in the huge piece of luck above his head.

These qi luck, which can only be sensed by divine sense, are swirling in the sky, and there are many gray and white qi luck, but there is also a trace of black qi.

Those gray-white luck had an inexplicable attraction to Zhang Ming, and as soon as his mind moved, those luck fell into the soul.

When there is gray-black luck that wants to fall, there is a trace of golden light in the void, which is the humane merit that destroys these powerful ghosts and is beneficial to the Heavenly Dao.

The moment the two sides touched, the gray and black luck was dissipated by the smile, and one by one the hazy and hideous phantoms loomed, and then slowly returned to calm, and then dissipated into the heaven and earth after bowing to Zhang Ming.

"After destroying this group of ghosts, I don't know how many grievances have been resolved, so there is the power of merit to descend ......" Zhang Ming's heart moved, and he understood all this.

Many things that I didn't understand at the beginning were cheerful, and these inexplicable breaths before also had a clear understanding.

Of course, in addition to the ghosts and ghosts that were killed, there were also some ghosts who were captured by the Yin soldiers, looking at these dozens of old and weak, Zhang Ming also had a little headache.

These old and weak ghosts seem to be cannon fodder here, and they haven't been contaminated with too much black resentment.

But after all, after staying in these ghosts for a while, it is inevitable that they will be stained with some black gas.

If you indulge these ghosts, you will either be scattered in this mountain wilderness, or you will become a lonely ghost and become cannon fodder again.

"Take it back for now, it might be of some use then. Zhang Ming had a faint thought in his heart, but he didn't have a clear idea, so he had to be temporarily detained.

At that time, there will be more than 100 ordinary ghosts under his command, and presumably these old and weak ghosts will not be able to do anything.

Behind the mountain temple, a mountain depression where yin qi gathers is where the ordinary ghosts under Zhang Ming's command live.

Zhang Ming tried again to turn this place into his own divine domain, but found that there was always an obstacle, which was the reason why there was no foundation in this place.

In desperation, Zhang Ming had to temporarily lead the Yin soldiers back, and then encroached on the surroundings little by little, turning into his own divine domain.

Of course, this may require the use of the power of faith to speed up the infiltration in order to expand the area of control.

After a big battle, when everything was cleaned up, it was already dawn, and the wind and snow that had lasted all night finally showed signs of stopping.

When a glimmer of white light appeared in the haze of the entire world, Zhang Ming had already returned to the Divine Domain with the Yin Soldiers.

The Yin soldiers went down to repair, and some of them patrolled the surroundings to prevent the ghosts and ghosts that had been scattered before from breaking into the divine realm and causing chaos.

Everything seems to be in order.

After returning to the legal domain, Zhang Ming was in a good mood, and the crisis was temporarily lifted, and he could develop with peace of mind for a while.

Although Mingyue Town is still a henchman, he doesn't have the strength to attack Mingyue Town now, so he can only make himself stronger during this short period of calm.

"Huh?" Just as Zhang Ming was absorbing the experience of tonight's battle, there was a sudden noise in his ears, and he couldn't help frowning slightly.

The figure shook and disappeared into the realm beneath the temple.

"See the Mountain God!" more than 100 ordinary ghosts knelt on the ground tremblingly, bowing their heads and not daring to speak.

Zhang Ming's gaze fell on these ghosts, and the souls of several ghosts behind him were light and fluttering at this time, and they could barely maintain their figures.

Zhang Qingshan, who was beside him, had a gloomy face and was silent.

"What's going on?" Zhang Ming's voice sounded faintly, and there was already a hint of anger in his tone.

It's a netherworld, designed to allow these ordinary ghosts to live here, but right now, it seems like some chaos has just happened?

The ghosts below were even more frightened, and after feeling the divine might, they lost their eyes, and the atmosphere became dull.

Zhang Qingshan saluted Zhang Ming with an ugly face: "Mountain God, these guys just sent out a fight, and three ghosts died......"

"Fight?" Zhang Ming nodded lightly.

"These guys used to be precarious, but at this time, the mountain god took them in, and they didn't live well but caused trouble, which is really hateful!" Zhang Qingshan said in a vicious voice.

As soon as these words fell, there was a slight commotion below.

"Mountain God...... Mountain God ......" Just under Zhang Ming's gaze, the ghost with scars on his body behind him stood up nervously, looking at Zhang Ming with a hint of fear.

"What, do you have something to say?" Zhang Ming's expression remained unchanged, and no one knew what he meant in his heart.

"I ...... It's not that we don't know how to be grateful in our hearts, but ......" This person was speechless, wanting to say but with some worry and hesitation.

"And what?" Zhang Ming asked, and a divine light faintly fell on this ghost.

The ghost trembled slightly, and the thoughts in his heart seemed to be seen through by the mountain god, and he subconsciously opened his mouth and said: "It's that I wait for these lonely souls and wild ghosts to wander again every day, and I don't know where to go, I don't know what to do, and what I can do, so I get irritable and do the wrong thing......"

As soon as the words fell, the crowd was in a commotion again, and many ghosts subconsciously nodded silently.

Zhang Ming's heart moved, and then his gaze suddenly looked over these ghosts.

I don't know when, a trace of gray-black aura was born on the top of these ghosts' heads, and these breaths carried uneasiness and hidden mania.

There was also a gray-black aura wandering aimlessly, and some even subconsciously tried to impact their own divine domain.

"Is this a backlash?" Zhang Ming's heart trembled slightly, he didn't expect this to happen.

I glanced down at the seemingly numb ghosts, and I felt uneasy in my heart for some reason.

"Humanity, Shinto, it's all like this, if you don't deal with this matter, I'm afraid it will backfire!" Zhang Ming knew that the more he was at this time, the more calm he became.

Under the seemingly numb expressions of these nearly two hundred ghosts, I am afraid that the dissatisfaction has been accumulated for a long time.

I thought that I had given these ghosts a place to live, but now that I think about it, isn't this a cage in the eyes of these ghosts?

I knew it in my heart, but there was no better way to solve it in front of me, so I suppressed the thoughts that were tumbling in my heart: "At this time, we must not let these ghosts mess up......"

Zhang Ming could only suppress these restlessness and uneasiness for the time being.

"Those who breed trouble and create right and wrong are all listed!" Zhang Ming's voice was cold, it seemed to be stable at this time, but under the stability, an undercurrent was surging, and he could only decisively suppress it with thunderous means.

Hearing this, the crowd was in an uproar, and then nearly ten ghosts slowly got up, and they didn't dare to look up after glancing at Zhang Ming in horror.

With a few soft sounds, the bodies of these ghosts suddenly froze, and then turned into nothingness, and their souls scattered.

The crowd suddenly fell silent, and the atmosphere became even more depressing!

Even Zhang Qingshan subconsciously held the bow and arrow in his hand, and looked down vigilantly with his eyes.

It seems that he also noticed the slightest change below.