Then a baby was thrown into the valley and fell into a mess of flesh in the wind. Even the cry was not clear, and the wild chrysanthemum beside the stone stream had been coagulated by the dried blood. The land was mottled by viscous plasma.

There is usually no crying in the places where the dead men of the Nine Pavilions go. Their methods are too cruel, too fast, and too precise in their goals, so that many old people and children are killed in an instant just by seeing those faceless and heartless black shadows.

According to legend, those who have seen the true face of the Nine Dead Men are categorically unable to live. They care about their ugliness, and they care about being remembered by others. They hated the horror and disdain of the struggles that flowed from the eye sockets of their prey before they died. Generally speaking, the stronger the fear in the eyes of the prey, the more vicious the "fly" will be.

The moonlight is rippling, and the mountains and rivers are desolate. The ghost is powerless to stop these things outside the Imperial City.

The Gyeonggi area is also in danger.

The border pass was held, without reinforcements.

However, the cavalry of Xiqi still entered the inner fortress of the Northern Underworld in the form of small troops. In the midst of the change of situation, there are now thousands of cavalry led by Han Shisuo outside the gate of Vermilion Bird City, all of whom are one of the hundreds, Shui Wuqing led 400,000 Yulin troops, and Nan Aotian has collected all the military headquarters led by the original Yelu Ming Xiu. In the dark corners of the imperial city, there are still flies lurking everywhere in the people.

The palace and the city were forced into a dead end.

Jiuguzi, Li Yannian and other important ministers sat on the Vermilion Bird Platform day and night, observing the situation and observing the celestial phenomena along the way. Yufeng persuaded several old ministers to go back to rest, but was scolded back by Li Yannian: "You little rabbit cub, when you and the emperor were still peeing, we had already followed the emperor to drink wine and eat meat on the battlefield." You kid don't go to the emperor, what's the matter if you stay here every day. Don't stick here and disturb the purity of our old men. ”

Jiu Guzi just held the wine jug, looked at the wolf smoke in the distance through his worried eyes, and didn't say anything. It seems that he is the only one who does not regard the current chaos in the world as a thing.

Li Yannian was annoyed, snatched his wine gourd, and said in a rough voice: "Don't wait for Nan Aotian to take your life, you will wait like a drunk duck to get out of the pot first." ”

Jiuguzi disagreed, squinted his eyes and said: "The urgency of the reckless man is not the climate." ”

Li Yannian just wanted to refute, but he was so startled by a few rumbling sounds that he held his words into his mouth. Before he knew what was going on, he was already pulled under the table where he was eating. Jiu Guzi was still not in a hurry, but said: "When the cannon fire sounds, whether you are the secretary of the criminal department or the secretary of the household department, you will be under this table." ”

Li Yannian was still struggling to get up and get out, but was frightened back by a rocket that happened to pass through the leg of the table. The old body still had some palpitations when he sat on the ground.

At that moment, Shangshu of the Criminal Department, who never admitted defeat, was a little depressed on his face. He lamented: "Alas, is it true that the number of qi has been exhausted? Why, since the day the battle was brought down, there has never been peace in this world. ”

Jiu Guzi just fished his wine gourd back from the table, lay on his back with his hands and feet, and said drunkenly: "Stay, the most reluctant place, the most stable." ”

After a few days of stalemate, Nan Aotian finally began to attack the city. Millions of firecrackers stood downstairs in Suzaku City, and they swished upwards to shoot flames. The red-hot flames were as bright as the tail feathers of a phoenix, and they radiated in rows of fireworks in the sky. White and black smoke rose straight up, signaling that it was burning everywhere to the end. Looking down from Suzaku Castle Tower, Gyeonggi is a sea of flames and smoke. The clouds were hidden in it, mingling with the billowing black smoke, and the shape was indistinguishable.

The ladder has also been leaning against the wall frame. The rebels besieging the city climbed one after another, and some of them fell from the air with thick round stones that had been left from the towers.

The colors were mixed into a hazy patch, and the soldiers defending the city at the front were burned by the rising heat. Their faces were scratched by fireworks and arrows, forming an outward opening, and the surrounding sides were charred black, and the tender flesh could be seen in the middle, churning the thinness of life in the war.

"Can't hold the Commander!" the soldier shouted to the wind from afar, as his shield was riddled with holes, and the soldiers who couldn't resist the heat and the pain of their flesh shouted to the wind.

Yufeng has long been flawless. Before the soldier's wail could reach the wind's ears, he reluctantly closed his eyes and fell under his shield.

The Ghost Shadow Thirty-six Cavalry had no choice but to go out in full force to compete with the Nine Dead Soldiers in the fireworks. The ordinary dead of the Blood Shadow Pavilion also came out of the mountain. All the silver armor and the black cannon flew in the wind of the hunt. They were all strong, but they looked shaky in the wind.

Both Yufeng and Bai Tingying are surrounded by a swarm of "flies". Those black bat-like ghosts of life approached suddenly, as if they were silent, but with an extremely powerful and dark aura, the presence of the "prey" they sensed with their skin, came with the momentum of grinding their teeth and sucking blood.

The wind drew his sword and swept away the first circle of dead soldiers, but the ugly bodies had just fallen heavily to the ground with gray dust and smoke, and the second wave of dead soldiers surrounded him.

Between the entanglements, the one that was swept to the ground at the beginning bounced back tenaciously.

In a short time, the armor on Yu Feng's body had been shattered into fish scales like an autumn wind sweeping leaves, and the whole person couldn't support it and knelt down. The internal wounds burned like flames, and the abdomen was wounded by external organs, and the blood flowed incessantly.

Bai Tingying was hurt even more. The uniform was originally a white color, but at the moment it had been contaminated by dust and blood, forming large patches of dark stains. She was almost prostrate on the ground, with sticky blood at the corners of her mouth.

Two waves of flies surrounded the two men each.

Beside him, a henchman soldier was slain, and a face splashed with blood on the wind. His lips opened to say something to the dead soldier.

But only a mouthful of dirty blood came out of the situation, and nothing was said.

More and more rebels attacked the tower, and the dead soldiers of the Nine Pavilions became more and more rampant.

The Imperial City has truly become a sea of fire and blood. Li Yannian was shocked by the sound of artillery and fainted, and Jiuguzi poured some wine for him to prevent him from freezing to death.

More and more dead men approached the wind, and the hand that held the sword of the wind burst into turmeric-like bones. He barely tried to muster a little strength, but his body sank like a stone.

The sword, still hopelessly, fell from his hand and fell to the ground in a pool of blood.

The sword fell to the ground, but it struck with an earth-shattering sound.

Yu Feng was startled by this sound and opened his tired eyes, and saw that the sky was full of shining stars like fire trees and silver flowers. There was a star that happened to be shining in his eye. Yu Feng realized that the sound just now was not the sound of the sword falling to the ground.