Shaodian, who was staring at the head of the Longxi city wall, had no intention of making his own move. He waved his hand behind him.

The high priest walked out in response to Shaodian's movements, and nodded towards the sacrificial procession that had already stood in a row behind him.

After nodding their heads, the eleven ghost priests and the high priest silently lined up in a shape that no one understood, and began to recite the scriptures.

Shaodian didn't understand the meaning of this scripture, and even the young ghost clan priests who had been reciting the scripture for years didn't quite understand the meaning of the scripture, but they still put all their feelings into it.

The sound of twelve people chanting scriptures became louder and louder on the battlefield, and even the sound of killing on the city wall was gradually covered, and the whole world seemed to have only the sound of a scripture echoing.

As the chanting became longer and longer, a vague aura began to emerge on the battlefield, which was extremely compassionate and silent, as if the blood and distorted corpses on the battlefield and the corpses that were distorted or mutilated, transparently showing the meaning of death and reincarnation.

The high priest's voice was hoarse, but it was extremely loud, like the wind, which was extremely unique among the twelve voices, and it reached Lin Jinrong's ears, almost like a shout.

Lin Jinrong didn't know the meaning of this scripture, but he knew that something seemed to be about to happen on the battlefield.

Sure enough, in the sound of chanting scriptures, for some reason, an extremely thick black cloud floated on the wall of Longxi City, which was not big or small, and it just shrouded Longxi City, and it seemed that it was about to fall, covering Longxi City.

The temperature in Longxi City dropped instantly at the moment when the clouds were covered, and the temperature of the midsummer weather actually fell to the freezing point, and the temperature continued to decrease, and it seemed that there was no intention of stopping.

In a few moments, the blood of the dead soldiers at the head of the city had already solidified, and it was no longer hot when it first gushed out.

The priests of the oni clan did not stop their spells. On the contrary, after the arrival of so many dark clouds, the speed of speech not only increased a little.

The ghost clan warriors were obviously more excited after the dark clouds fell, while the soldiers of the Lin family army still felt physical discomfort.

The temperature was still dropping, and the dark clouds seemed to be lowering as the temperature dropped.

The weapon in his hand had become an icy chill at this moment, and the condensed temperature was transmitted from the weapon into the body of the Lin family's soldiers, and most of them had already begun to shiver.

Zhou Ziqian took off the cloak behind him and put it on Lin Jinrong's body, but was torn off by Lin Jinrong. I threw it back.

Lin Jinrong, whose face was a little pale, looked at the wall of Longxi City without blinking, and the barely stable situation poured towards the ghost clan again because of this premeditated cooling.

It's really cold.

Bi Kongqing, who was standing on the city wall and commanding the battle, turned out to be a firefighter at this time, and he could be seen everywhere on that precarious defensive line.

The cold air from the sword in his hand had already numbed his entire arm, and in his sight, more and more soldiers couldn't stand the cold, dropped their weapons, and pounced with their bare hands on the ghost people who were nearly twice as tall as themselves, and then the northern ghost people flew away.

Bi Kongqing has never experienced such a battle, such a war of defeat to temperature.

"Be humble, find someone to send a message to the cultivators and ask them to help me break this damn spell. Lin Jinrong's face turned pale, his voice trembled constantly, and he looked at the ghost clan sacrifice team of more than a dozen people standing in the distance.

"This ......" Zhou Ziqian wanted to speak and stopped, and finally took the order to leave.

"It's going to snow. Cultivators can't stop this heavy snowfall. Xing Jianqiu's tone was tinged with a hint of sadness.

Even he, who was accustomed to seeing life and death, couldn't bear to turn his head to the head of Longxi City again.

The Lin family army is brave, they have no weapons in their hands, no armor on their bodies, but they still desperately pounce on the ghost people in front of them, and then they are torn apart, and then their flesh and blood fly, but they are still determined to die, because they know that they have no way back.

The situation on the battlefield finally tilted towards his side after the appearance of the sacrificial group, and the corners of Shaodian's mouth finally smiled.

The priests of the ghost clan in the sacrificial group behind him were trying their best to repeat this uncomplicated incantation, and then felt the strength in their bodies gradually disappearing, but they had no intention of stopping.

The wrinkles on the old high priest's face, which was already very pale, seemed to have deepened in this short period of time, but his face was still resolute, and his tone was even brighter, because he saw hope, and saw the hope after he had paid.

Therefore, the city head of Longxi City is even colder, so cold that the breath exhaled becomes a slag of ice after leaving the corner of the mouth, and the blood that flows out of the corner of the mouth has coagulated before it can be left until the jaw changes.

Bi Tianqing wiped the ice crystals covering her eyes, and looked at the city wall where the corpses were strewn across the field, and her eyes still showed infinite sadness.

He stood on the bodies of countless Lin family soldiers and fought, so that every step under his feet was soft, this city wall that was only a few miles long, from the beginning of the war to this moment, nearly 5,000 people had fallen here, and the Lin family army had never fought such a battle.

Watching one brother after another fall, Bi Kongqing's eyes were on fire.

And the sky was snowing at this time.

Snow in the summer. It's a spectacle.

Snow is not an uncommon thing for Longxi City, which is close to the extremely cold land on the border of Daliang, but from the beginning of this heavy snowfall, there seems to be no feeling of stopping.

"General, the cultivators said that they had no way to interrupt the sacrifice of the ghost clan, and the sacrifice group was protected by the patriarch of the ghost clan, and Daoist Yuyaozi was not his opponent. Zhou Ziqian climbed the tower with great difficulty and said breathlessly. Obviously, the confidence is not so strong.

"Bastard. The green tendons on Lin Jinrong's forehead burst out.

"Take your sword and follow me up to the city. ”

After hearing this, Zhou Ziqian was full of horror and hurriedly knelt to the ground. Grabbed Lin Jinrong's legs.

"Hou Ye must not, the city wall is too dangerous, once Hou Ye has three long and two short, what should Canghai City and the Lin family army do. ”

"Get out. Then I can't watch my sons die right here. ”

Lin Jinrong kicked away Zhou Ziqian, who was holding him, came down from the tower, and walked towards the city wall.

"Hi...... Don't listen to good people. Of course, Xing Jianqiu didn't take the stairs. Instead, he jumped down from the tower. A few arrows rushed to the top of the road that was necessary to climb the city wall.

But I saw Ye Yang Eleven, who was still fighting for his life.

kicked the ghost clan people in front of him, pulled Ye Yang Eleven, Xing Jianqiu, and couldn't help but pat his head, "If you can't beat it, run, don't waste your life here." ”

Ye Yang Eleven was stunned, looked at Xing Jianqiu's back, and nodded.

Lin Jinrong's figure climbed the wall surrounded by a large number of guards.

Perhaps the tower was some distance from the city walls. The details of the battlefield are not so clear, but Lin Jinrong, who has everything in full view at this moment, can't help but shed two lines of old tears.

"Master Hou, why did you come up, go back quickly. Bi Kongqing saw Lin Jinrong, her voice was a little hurried, and she waved her hand to the guards behind her, and she was about to carry Lin Jinrong down the city.

was pushed away by Lin Jinrong.

The heavy snow covered his golden armor, and Lin Jinrong even felt that this armor was too cold and too heavy, so he simply opened the armor and threw it aside, and then took the Red Sun Spear, which had not been used for many years, from the guards behind him.

The Chiyang gun is warm to the outside, and I don't know what kind of wood forged gun body is not extremely cold in the cold air.

It seemed that there was a warm air flow that exploded with Lin Jinrong as the center of the Red Sun Gun.

"Eight thousand lives under the Chiyang gun, millions of souls after the Lin family's army. ”

After Lin Jinrong took the Chiyang gun, it seemed that the entire battlefield was quiet.

All the Lin family soldiers couldn't help but turn their heads to stand on the edge of the battlefield. , Lin Jinrong with a red sun gun.

"I, the Lin family, have never been defeated, and I firmly believe that this time will be the same. ”

The Chiyang Spear was like a dragon, and after Lin Jinrong's words, he and Lin Jinrong entered the extremely narrow battlefield above Longxi City.