Ye Qinghan walked unfast, and even walked a little cautiously. Each step is taken with a slight pause, and after careful observation, the next step is taken.

The cold wind whistled and whimpered, just after he had taken eleven steps. In the black-and-white ancient city, a cloud of black smoke suddenly appeared out of thin air, as if someone had placed a drop of thick ink on this ink painting. Ye Qinghan stopped suddenly, and the magic trick that had already been pinched out by his fingertips did not hesitate to light down towards the black smoke.

That little light is very small, even the size of a bean. It's just that the red color is particularly eye-catching in this black and white, with a scorching breath, flashing in the air, and in the blink of an eye, it touches the black smoke.

The black smoke condensed rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, a figure wearing tattered armor was formed, but before his face could appear, a fiery red light had already touched his body, like a drop of spark falling into an oil pot, and the dazzling fire burst out.

A creaking sound came from the black smoke, and the figure in tattered armor twisted and ran wildly, but it was always enveloped in a cloud of flames. After a few moments, the fire and smoke were gone, as if the black smoke had never appeared.

"The Yin Soldier is really still so difficult!" Ye Qinghan muttered to himself.

On the widest avenue in the city, there was silence again, and Ye Qinghan paused slightly for a moment before stepping forward again. The wind in the city became even more violent, as if countless people were roaring, and the black smoke that was no different from the black smoke just now appeared again. And this time, it's not just a drop of thick ink, but someone is splashing ink.

The red light between Ye Qinghan and Ye Qinghan lit up quickly, but there were too many black smokes, and he couldn't catch up with the speed of their condensation after all. Countless figures wearing tattered armor and holding spears and broadswords, exactly the same image as the ancient sergeants, constantly appeared on the long roads in the city. After these figures condensed, they didn't stop at all, and the weapons in their hands carried bursts of black smoke and dust, and attacked Ye Qinghan's body.

Ye Qinghan had already expected that the invisible sword qi would burst out in all directions with the sword command, and everywhere the sword qi passed, there were always several Yin soldiers who were once again beaten into a cloud of pitch-black smoke. The smoke that was dispersed did not dissipate, and almost in the blink of an eye, it had condensed again, although the breath was a little weaker than Fang Cai, but still

The old dragon and tiger attacked Ye Qinghan fiercely.

Unable to use spells to eliminate these Yin soldiers before they condensed, Ye Qinghan quickly lost the initiative. After a short period of time, almost all the city was filled with such Yin soldiers, dense with no end in sight. And the black smoke in the sky is still condensing, and I don't know how much more will appear.

"That's all I can do for you! The monk is fighting for his life with the heavens, if you can't even do this kind of fighting, it can only be said that you are really not suitable for this path!" Ye Qinghan's gaze swept in all directions, and he whispered to himself in his mouth.

"The beacon fire is a long road of red dust!" a soft roar came from his mouth, and he fell to the ground, like a running cheetah, his sword fingers danced constantly, and the invisible sword qi made an extremely piercing sound on the floor tiles. Where could the already mottled floor tiles withstand the invasion of the invisible sword qi? Countless fragments flew in all directions, and the entire ground was rolled up by the invisible sword qi, and smoke and dust rose all over the sky.

"The sword does not stain the dust when it falls!" He did not wait for the smoke and dust to dissipate, and his body flashed like a ghost, dodging the fierce attacks of countless spears and swords. The sword finger rose into the air and fell to the ground suddenly.

The roar sounded in bursts, and the entire ancient city seemed to be shaking, and the invisible energy brought up a howling wind, sweeping away the billowing smoke and dust. After the smoke cleared, the road that had been overturned by Ye Qinghan finally revealed his true face, and under the floor tiles, there were countless white bones!

This is a scene that makes people's scalp tingle after seeing it, not a single sand or dirt can be seen under the floor tiles, and there is a lot of white bones in the eyes. When he first came here, Hu Fei said that this was a ghost town, but Ye Qinghan did not deny it. Because when he first came here in his previous life, he was also shocked by the scene in front of him. This scale and style are like an ancient city of an imperial city, and there are such a lot of white bones, and this is a city of white bones built on white bones.

The countless white bones on the ground were cut into tiny pieces by Ye Qinghan's countless sword qi that suddenly fell. The strange Yin soldier who was still frantically attacking him just now also dissipated a lot with his blow.

It was not the first time that Ye Qinghan had entered this ruin, so he naturally knew the secret. This looks

Things that can be easily discovered, in the last life, I don't know how many lives were filled in, and I was lucky to find out. And it wasn't until the entire ruins were explored that Ye Qinghan, like most people, knew that there were actually other ways to enter and exit this city.

If he had entered here alone, he would have avoided most of the dangers and gone straight to where he wanted to go. But this time, he came in with the people of the Canglong Group, if he didn't use the steaming blood to attract these Yin soldiers, the people of the Canglong Group heading towards the fifteen gates of this city would have to face these strange things.

"The wind is full of clouds and fog!" Ye Qinghan drank lightly again in his mouth, and the sword qi spread like smoke in front of him. Countless Yin soldiers were beaten back to the appearance of black smoke by him, and countless white bones turned into fragments in the sword qi.

He had many chances to rush towards the huge gate at the end of the avenue, but he still walked slowly, as if waiting for something. The sound of hurried horses' hooves came from all directions, and a sword aura swept away dozens of Yin soldiers in front of him, and Ye Qinghan's figure floated up. Looking up, four commander-like figures dressed in armor that was obviously more complete than these ordinary Yin soldiers were riding the same black war horses, rushing towards this side at a very fast speed.

"Although many things have changed, this ruin has not changed after all!" Ye Qinghan showed a relieved look on his face, and his figure suddenly rose hundreds of meters again.

"Greedy wolf!"

"Giant Gate!"

"Lu Cun!"

"Break the army!"

Beidou Jiu took four steps in a few breaths, and the terrifying force caused countless crumbling buildings on the ground to collapse and turn into powder. The dense Yin soldiers on the ground were all trampled into black smoke in the blink of an eye, blending together, covering the entire ground, as if someone had poured countless ink on the ground.

The four commanders who came on horseback let out a clear roar, stretched out their hands on the saddle, and suddenly volleyed into the air, rushing towards Ye Qinghan. They are the only beings among these Yin soldiers who have not dissipated. Nine stepped out of four, but they were still solid. It can be seen that these four commanders are much stronger than these Yin soldiers.

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