After returning to the room prepared for his team, Mo Jun found that the atmosphere of the scene was somewhat solemn, as solemn as the tomb group found thousands of years ago during archaeology.

"What's wrong?" Mo Jun asked Cang Yuan, because only the expression on his face was like that of his dead parents—a 10,000-year-old glacier face like Rhodes was like Cang Yuan's dead parents.

The Chicken Nest Head Mage didn't reply, and the Sword Forger sighed and threw two things at him, "See for yourself, what I just opened from another killing relic." ”

The items in his hands were a magic scroll and a glass bottle that Mo Jun almost threw out with a trembling hand. He began to carefully examine the properties of the two items, and the information given by the terminal indicated that the scroll inside was a third-order enchantment-type illusion scroll, and the glass bottle was filled with a thick black mist, and the black mist was constantly tumbling as if a ghost was haunted.

【Ghost Order of the Green Dead Town】

[Quality: Rare.]

Type: Mystery side item

Used: Unleash the Oni Clan sealed in the Immortal (now sealed: Oni Soldier 16/16)

"Ghosts, tricks"]

As if a chill had submerged into his hands holding the glass bottle, Mo Jun couldn't help but shiver, he kept searching for all the information about "Qing Ming" from his memory, because it was these two words that made him feel great pressure when he meditated, as if looking directly at this name would be a great disrespect to him. However, even the memory of the young master of the Mo family had no information related to this name, because the existence of Qing Ming was too long, and perhaps only an immortal like a Confucian immortal would know about this supreme and great existence that had been sleeping for thousands of years.

Who is Qing Ming, everyone in this place did not think deeply, they expanded their thinking to another long-term perspective.

"At worst, the trialists of the hostile camp have a ghost suppression order in their hands." Fang Yu's lips squirmed, as he had a cigarette in his mouth, "When the time comes, it will lurk in the fortress like a Trojan horse, and finally cooperate with the enemy who is besieging the city to take the battle." ”

Zhao Qiuhan was the first to retort: "Impossible, the fortress is guarded by an enchantment, and the ghost clan can't enter..."

Halfway through her words, she understood the flaw in her words - the enchantment could keep the ghost clan out, but the trialists who were also humans couldn't tell the difference, not to mention that they could enter the fortress with the ghost order of the Qing Hades Town, and those hostile trialists could too!

Mo Jun instantly understood the stakes, so he knocked on the table: "Don't forget that this fortress is now a place guarded by the Nightingale Warband, and there are strict entry and exit restrictions and management for people coming and going, if there is a living face, it will definitely be discovered at the first time." ”

"Monk."

The silent necromancer said indifferently: "There are a group of guys in the house who don't know the details. ”

"Oh, Boss Rod, do you still know the word 'house'?" Cang Yuan seemed to have found some common topic, and excitedly wanted to step forward to talk, but was slapped back by Zhao Qiuhan, "Be serious, discuss business." ”

Ignoring the living treasure-like Chicken Nest Head Mage, Fang Yu said, "But we can't rush into the house of those guys and question them one by one, what will you say to others when the time comes?" People are meditating and cultivating, and you rush in and say, 'Don't mind, this guest officer, we're just killing you and seeing if we can burst out and kill the relics...', the ghost will believe it. ”

"What about a thousand dreams?" Mo Jun realized that there was still a figure in the team that had not appeared, so he asked the people around him, "Where did she go?" ”

"As soon as I turned these two things out, she went out and didn't know what to do." Fang Yu pursed his lips and signaled that this girl had nothing to do with him. As soon as he finished speaking, there was a creaking sound at the door, and someone pushed the door in. Everyone's eyes converged on the shadow of the Dao who reflexively closed the door, and Wu Qianmeng, who had just returned, came to the table panting, and drank two cups of tea before saying quietly: "I just went to visit those monks' premises one by one, and I didn't find anything abnormal, if you are suspecting that there are rival camp trialists lurking among the monks, you can rest assured." ”

After finishing speaking, the second daughter of the dancer found that everyone at the table was looking at him with strange eyes, and Mo Jun, who had just remembered the background of Wu Qianmeng's family, smiled: "Well done, you are simply the great monk of the Tribulation Period in the Ladies Realm." ”

There were no idle people among the monks left behind in the fortress, and there were very few places where the trialists of the rival camp could hide. Everyone just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but they all felt a violent palpitation, as if some great disaster was happening around them.

Mo Jun's heart palpitations were particularly intense, and he only felt that there seemed to be countless waves of dead souls in front of him constantly lapping towards him, and the waves of dead souls in these illusions disappeared as soon as they touched Mo Jun's body, leaving Mo Jun alone in the same place and drenched his back in cold sweat, only to feel that he was as cold as falling into an ice cave. And the souls of the dead began to sweep away as if they had found their prey, and he could only watch it happen, knowing that it was an illusion, but it was so real.

In the end, all those dead souls faded, and Mo Jun thought that this illusion was over, but at the end of those undead disappeared, a huge blurred figure suddenly appeared, and the figure was wearing a wide gray robe, and it was impossible to see his face. Mo Jun found that his body was suddenly unable to move, and he actually lost the ability to move under the pressure of this figure.

The figure turned around, and the hood was all black, but the scarlet dots in the ghost soldier's eyes flashed, and he seemed to be looking at Mo Jun, and then he heard him say.

"The last one has been found."

What's the last one? Mo Jun was a little puzzled in fear, and the next moment his spirit was relieved, and all the illusions in front of him dissipated, revealing a group of teammates who cast puzzled glances at him. Wu Qianmeng frowned slightly, stepped forward and asked, "You were a little emotionally unstable just now, what's wrong?" ”

"I..." Mo Jun just wanted to say what he had just encountered, but he felt that there was suddenly something more in his hand, he hurriedly spread out his palm, but the next moment, his face changed abruptly.

A crystal clear diamond lay quietly in the palm of his hand.

The swordsmith, who was also aware of Mo Jun's strange appearance, stepped forward and said inexplicably: "What is this, it is a little familiar to the black and autumn." ”

And Mo Jun was shocked in his heart at this time, how could this abyss crystal run out of his personal space to his own hands?! He hurriedly wanted to put it back into his personal space, but the abyss crystal lay in the palm of his hand without moving, and the next moment the illusion struck again, but it was to bring Mo Jun's consciousness directly into the air, fly out of the fortress, and float directly in front of the huge figure. The figure stretched out its arm and threw a token-shaped object beneath it.

"Edict, 100,000 ghost troops besiege each fortress in five ways, four ghost marshals entangle Confucian immortals, and twelve ghost generals will lead troops to attack the city."

Mo Jun, who lived high in the fortress, found that the color of blue and gray began to gush out from the depths of the battlefield, which was the color of the skin of the ghost clan, which indicated that countless ghost soldiers were rushing from the depths of the battlefield and rushing towards this monk fortress. Then he saw the figure stretch out his arm and drop a token.

"Edict, the foreign visitors will increase the number of people in two ways, and bring their abyss crystals back to the ghost world night capital after killing."

After finishing speaking, Mo Jun's heart was cold, because he was the one who held the abyss crystal! He was just about to look back to see what the other Abyss Crystal Holder was, and his consciousness returned directly to his body as if he were falling into the air, and then there was a fiery pain in his palm like coke in the palm of his hand.

"Mojun, look at the top of your head! What's that?! Cang Yuan shouted loudly, drawing everyone's eyes to the position he was talking about. And Mo Jun also looked up, and was stunned to find that a cyan pillar of light appeared above his head at some point, and the pillar of light ran through the roof and went straight to the sky, and three feet away from the top of Mo Jun's head was the word "kill" with an iron painting silver hook, which was as narrow as a sword, and under the tip of the sword was Mo Jun's head, like a sword of Damocles hanging above him.

A series of accidents caught Mo Jun off guard, but there were people who were even more caught off guard than him - Li Xia, who was guarding the fortress formation, triggered the alarm ban in the formation at this time, and for a while, the fortress was filled with chaotic spiritual power fluctuations, and the monks who were forced to interrupt their meditation and cultivation moved towards the city wall, they did not curse or complain, because Li Xia did the most correct choice, because they saw the ghost army that was surging towards them like a blue-gray tide!

"Open the guardian formation, the people who have cultivated above the ascension stage will follow me to the wall to guard, and the rest will provide spiritual power for the formation!" The leader of the monks cast a spell in the air, constantly issuing orders above everyone's heads, his face was calm, but his heart was shocked, because he had never seen so many ghost army attacking a fortress, with his experience of participating in the battle of sealing ghosts in the Seal Realm twice, he had encountered thousands of ghost soldiers at most, but the ghost soldiers who attacked this time were roughly estimated to be at least ten thousand! This is not only a difference in numbers, if it is only a low-strength ghost soldier, it is not enough to be afraid, but so many ghost army must have one or more ghost generals in command!

"Ming Shifei."

Someone behind the grooming leader called out for his name, but it was Idric who stepped forward and asked, "What do you need us to do?" ”

"The situation is urgent, so I won't be polite, anyway, thank you in advance." Ming Shifei's expression was relaxed, and he secretly said Fortunately, there were still these foreign visitors who suddenly appeared as comrades-in-arms, and after thinking for a while, he said: "This ghost clan army is fierce, and it doesn't give us time to react to open the formation at all, I need you to stop those ghost clan troops at least half an hour three miles from the fortress, can you do it?" ”

"What if we can't?" The mage said lightly, this condition is indeed too difficult, it is equivalent to the leader of the monks asking the Nightingale Wargroup to use his human life to stop the unstoppable silver-gray wave.

Ming Shifei sneered: "Then I'll go, as the only great monk of the Tribulation Period among the monks here, who will go to hell if I don't go to hell?" ”

"That's an allusion to the Buddha's family, you use a basket for a cultivator." Idric gave him an angry look, "I took this job, who let me have a master behind me who plays with his life." ”

"Prepare a quiet place for me, I don't want to be disturbed when I cast my spells."

The Grand Monk Ming Shifei bowed and bowed, and then landed on the ground to prepare the place for Idric to cast the spell. And the mage looked at the battlefield outside the fortress, the ghost army that had only seen a line of cyan was already in the tide at this time, the night was gloomy as if it could squeeze out the ink, and the iron-gray clouds above his head had a little more oppressive power that he didn't have in normal times, as if he was going to crush the fortress standing in the great array of the Indian realm with the sky behind him.

"This is war." Idric's face was expressionless, like a bodhisattva looking down on all beings, and then he turned and left.

"Let's hope we can survive this war."

(There was something wrong with the computer, it was late, forgive me)