"It's almost enough to take over this cemetery. ”

At this time, Meng Fan had already run to the farthest cemetery marked by the map, on the wasteland between the two mountains, there was no village around, the graves were densely packed and close together, and there was no edge in sight, there were many graves that had been washed by the wind and rain, and the ground was flush, if you didn't see through, you didn't know that there was a tomb there, and most of the graves didn't have tombstones.

The entire vast cemetery has been around for an unknown amount of time, shrouded in a thick layer of night fog.

Meng Fan unfolded his body and flew all the way, looking for the center of the cemetery, it would take less effort to summon ghosts in the center, the wind was whistling in his ears, his clothes were caressing from the weeds, and suddenly, he stopped.

"How can you say that you have no clothes?

"Master Wang Yuxing, repair my spear!"

"Enmity with the Son!"

A burst of singing came from the dense fog in front of him, Meng Fan used the dream dao technique to see through, his brows furrowed slightly, in the shroud of the thick fog, he saw some ancient marching camp tents, all of which were dilapidated, and there were many ghosts gathered in front of a bonfire, singing and drinking, very lively.

The ghosts are all in armor!

But their bodies were mutilated, some were only half a head, the wounds were neat, as if they had been cut open by a knife, some had no arms, and some had no legs...... Appalling.

Meng Fan felt a strong fierce aura in those ghost soldiers, as well as strong combat power, this can no longer be classified as ordinary ghosts, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a ghost, but the more this is the case, the more satisfied Meng Fan is, these ghost soldiers don't know how many years they have existed, I don't know how many offerings they have received from later generations, there must be a lot of paper money!

It's also very enjoyable to collect the protection fee of this ghost soldier!

Just when Meng Fan was happy and wanted to quietly urge the ghost order, a burly ghost soldier suddenly shouted: "Grandpa has been fighting outside for many years, and he can't return home, and he can't even smell the smell of the girls.

Looking at the armor, it should be a soldier.

Not long after, there were some female ghosts who were not covered by the ghost soldiers, and when they saw those female ghosts, Meng Fan's face sank suddenly, the town he came out of tonight was called Wushen Town, and the female ghosts were dressed no different from the people in the town, and the ghost soldiers were several years behind, they should be today's people, and they were obviously captured here by the ghost soldiers!

"Sing the song!" the ghost soldier grabbed a large knife full of gaps from the ground and pointed at the frightened female ghosts.

There were about dozens of female ghosts, trembling and huddled together, and began to sing.

The ghost soldier was not satisfied: "Don't stand stupidly!

The female ghosts had obviously been beaten a lot, and began to tremble and wave their arms, making a dance, and after a while, the ghost soldier stood up with disgust, grabbed the crotch of his pants, kicked a female ghost to the ground, stepped on the female ghost's face with his foot, and with a bang, tore off the clothes on the female ghost's body, picked up the female ghost again, and patted the female ghost on the face: "This looks much better, jump again!"

The female ghost covered her chest with her hands, bit her lip tightly, and did not jump.

Although people are dead, they still have dignity!

When I was alive, I didn't let others trample on it like this!

Seeing this, the other female ghosts all gathered around the female ghost, glaring angrily at the ghost soldiers and those ghost soldiers.

"Haha, it's a little stubborn, it's very much in line with grandpa's appetite!" The ghost soldier smacked a few times in his mouth, waved at the ghost soldiers around him, and shouted, "It's all torn for grandpa, torn!"

Those ghost soldiers swarmed up and tore the clothes off the female ghosts!

The ghost cry of the female ghosts resounded throughout the vast cemetery, all of them showed despair, this place is far away from people, I am afraid that if they cry so much, no one will come to save them!

Meng Fan suddenly understood one thing.

When the tomb robbers marked this place on the map, they deliberately drew a knife mark, and he didn't know what it meant at the time, but it was originally referring to these ghost soldiers, and it seemed that those tomb robbers already knew about the situation here.

But how could there be so many ghost soldiers gathered here?

It's a bit abnormal!

Meng Fan no longer looked through from afar, and unfolded his body and swept towards the ghost soldiers.

"Don't sing or dance?" There are a few scars on the ghost soldier's face, and at this moment, his expression is ruthless, and the scars are twisted into a ball, which is terrifying, and the ghost soldier stretched out his big hand, grabbed the hair of a female ghost, and said to the other female ghosts, "If you don't obey, the end will be the same as her!"

The ghost soldier pressed the female ghost's head into the campfire!

The female ghost suddenly smiled bitterly: "Sisters, go first!"

The other female ghosts became agitated and began to stretch out their claws to scratch the ghost soldiers beside them, and the scene suddenly became chaotic, and at this time, a voice rang out like a morning bell and a dusk drum.

"At the end of the world, the door of Huangquan is open!"

A figure came like the wind, pierced through the thick fog, stood beside the bonfire with a graceful posture, stood with his hands in his hands, glanced at the ghost soldiers indifferently, and finally fell his eyes on the ghost soldiers.

And the female ghosts focused all their eyes on Meng Fan.

Meng Fan is their hope to escape from the sea of suffering!

The campfire swayed in the night breeze, or rather, the ghost fire swayed.

"Human cultivators, look for death!"

After being slightly stunned, the ghost soldier looked at Meng Fan twice, kicked the broken broadsword with his foot, raised it high, and slashed at Meng Fan.

Meng Fan flipped his wrist, took out the ghost order, and held it high above his head, as soon as the ghost soldier saw the ghost order, the big knife paused in mid-air, Meng Fan pinched the ghost order hard, and a black ripple spread out, enveloping every ghost soldier present.

"Why don't you make offerings to the deity?"

Meng Fan's voice was full of majesty, echoing in the hearts of every ghost soldier, he was also surprised at this time, so with the ghost order, there were nearly a thousand ghost soldiers gathered here, more than the number of people in the Yuxian Sect and the Beast Control Gate combined, it was a force that could not be underestimated, and it was a big scene.

He also had a little pride in his heart.

His appearance, his methods, are very showy!

"Whew!"

What Meng Fan couldn't imagine was that the ghost soldiers actually laughed, laughing with a touch of undisguised mockery, and then the ghost soldiers also laughed, in addition to groups of ghost soldiers, who came from all over the cemetery like a tide, holding broken weapons, surrounded Meng Fan in a water!

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn!

Meng Fan tilted his head, why are these ghost soldiers disobedient, what's going on?

"Offering?" The burly ghost soldier took the next step to stand in front of Meng Fan with a big knife, almost facing his face, and his mouth was spraying a foul breath, "Let Grandpa worship you?

The ghost soldier took out a thick wad of paper money, raised it casually, and the paper money was sprinkled all over the sky, and teased: "Offering to you, do you dare?"

Meng Fan waved his hand and grabbed a piece of paper money, and his face changed suddenly......

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