In the mournful shout, a ball of white light hurriedly escaped from Shaozong Yu.

But before he could find a way out, Wanyan Mala choked it with one hand, and the ghostly qi that kept tumbling up and down entwined around the white light.

Under the gnawing of the ghostly qi, the white light gradually dimmed, and the face hidden in the white light was also exposed in front of Wanyan Mala.

It was a miserable white face, with a round head that made people feel very honest and honest, and his facial features were very joyful, but at the moment he was staring at Wanyan Mala viciously.

This white light was the remnant soul that Sun Buer had placed in the Shaozong Jade.

"Dirt Chicken Tile Dog." Wanyan Mala didn't care about the hateful gaze of the remnant soul, and sneered coldly, "A waste like you is only worthy of being a pre-dinner meal for Ben Shuai." ”

As he spoke, Wanyan Mala took a big mouth, and this wisp of soul belonging to Sun Buer was sucked into Wanyan Mala's body before he had time to resist.

The white light in Wanyan Mala's mouth gradually dimmed, and after a while, there was no trace of it.

This time, Shaozongyu completely became an ownerless thing.

Looking at the black Shaozong jade in his hand, Wanyan Mala seemed to see a national color and fragrant naked. Female, greed is dripping in all shapes.

With a big gulp, Shao Zongyu no longer had the slightest obstruction to it, and all the soul power accumulated for thousands of years was poured into Wanyan Mala's abdomen.

With the continuous nourishment of soul power, the aura on Wanyan Mala's body is also growing exponentially......

The ghost soldiers around each looked at Wanyan Mala in front of them, and their saliva flowed to their chins with envy, but no one dared to say a word because of Wanyan Mala's majesty.

Wanyan Mala glanced at the many ghost soldiers, even though he was reluctant, he still laughed loudly after taking a breath of soul power: "All the soldiers woke up together today, this is a great joy. Overturning the Han family and killing all the Han people is beyond the power of my Wanyan Mala alone. Obtaining this treasure is not a blessing for me alone, it is all contributed by everyone, and it should be shared with the soldiers! ”

Wanyan Mala's words were impassioned, and the ghost soldiers below were also enthusiastic when they heard it.

Wanyan Mala waved his hand, and the soul power accumulated for thousands of years in Shaozong Yu washed towards the tens of millions of ghost soldiers like a spring.

Although nearly half of the soul power in the jade has been ingested by Wanyan Mala, the remaining fountain of soul power is still full of temptation for other ghost soldiers.

I saw that the ghost soldiers who were arranged in a neat arrangement were suddenly chaotic, and all the powerful ghosts were vying to fight for food, for fear that if they were one step slower, they would not be able to taste the delicious soul power delicacies.

Looking at the chaotic scene in front of him, Wanyan Mala laughed, stepped out with the ghost head knife in his hand, and shouted loudly: "The warriors of my Dajin Kingdom, although these soul powers are pure, how can they compare to the nourishment of the flesh and blood of the living!" ”

Wanyan Mala's voice was louder than thunder, and there was an explosion, and the ghost soldiers who were fighting for soul power were stunned for a moment, looking up at their commander, with a confused look in their eyes.

It is true that these soul powers can improve their cultivation, but they are not rare compared to the flesh and blood of a living person.

If these soul powers are altar wine, then a person who is in the middle of his youth is a bowl of old ginseng soup. It is clear which is better and which is inferior.

Wanyan Mala pointed to the north with the ghost head knife in his hand, his face was sadistic, and he took a deep breath facing the sky and said, "The flesh and blood of the Han people have not been tasted for a long time. The warriors of the Jin country, Ben Shuai has already felt that there is a group of Han people not far from here. ”

"There are thirty people, all of whom are young. Most of them are girls, and they are all beautiful girls! Wanyan Mala smiled wildly, and the ghost head knife slashed into the bluestone slab under his feet, "Warriors, follow me to capture these inferior Han people." Eat their flesh and blood, imprison their souls, men as servants, women as maids, and enjoy themselves tonight! ”

After hearing Yan Mala's words, the ghost soldiers below began to be restless.

There are more than 10,000 ghost soldiers here, and it is estimated that the thirty corpses are not divided into all the populations, but the souls of the thirty or so Han women that Wanyan Mala said are full of temptation for them.

The Jin people have lived in the north for a long time, and they are nomadic people, the local climate is harsh, and the living standard is low, so if you talk about appearance, the women of the Jin country are no match for the Song women who grew up in the southern water town Zeguo.

Among the many ghost soldiers below, some of the ghost soldiers had also captured Song women during their lifetimes, and that kind of taste was something they couldn't even forget if they tasted it once.

The Song women are all white-skinned Saixue, and they are as smooth and tender as if they are about to be squeezed out of the water, but the Song women are petite and delicate, not as burly and tall as the women of the Jin Kingdom.

Especially these women of the Song Dynasty who are like chickens, each of them regards chastity as more important than their lives. They will resist desperately, using their petite bodies to resist their own intrusion, but this will only stimulate their bestiality even more......

Even though these soldiers of the Jin Kingdom have now turned into powerful ghosts, after hearing that Yan Mala will imprison these Han women, a greedy light appeared in their eyes.

Thousands of years of grievances will all be vented on these Han women tonight!.

Han Xiang, who was running towards the class camp, suddenly felt a chill in his back, and the fear brought about by the five senses was even stronger.

As the night fell, the ghost energy in the mountains and forests was gradually decreasing, but Han Xiang knew that this was not a good sign.

The ghost qi here is gradually decreasing because they are all converging towards the Niangniang Temple in the middle of the mountain, although Han Xiang doesn't know what happened in the Niangniang Temple in the middle of the mountain, but so many ghost qi gathering in one place will definitely cause a huge disaster.

The camp of English 252 class is not far from the location of the Niangniang Temple in the Mid-Levels, but because of the dense forest, what happened in the Niangniang Temple in the Mid-Levels and all kinds of strange noises did not attract anyone's attention.

Everyone was still immersed in the joy of autumn walking, eating barbecue and drinking drinks, and discussing many strange things.

Just when Tao Jie was taking a single-lens reflex camera to take pictures of everyone, there was a "rustling" sound in the woods, and the sound was very rapid, like a gust of wind rushing into the woods.

Tang Song's ears moved, and he rushed out of his tent with an arrow step.

The spirit of the apocalypse in the skull operated, and the vitality turned into a stream of exercises lurking in the palm of his hand, and Tang Song quietly squatted under a big tree.

A black shadow also burst out of the woods in the next moment, so fast that it even brought the sound of wind howling.

Tang Song glared at his feet, and a hungry tiger rushed towards this uninvited guest, and at the same time, the blade containing vitality also slashed at the opponent's head.

"Tang Song!" The other party shouted Tang Song's name at a critical moment.

Tang Song was stunned. The night was dark, and Tang Song didn't see the other party until he was less than half a meter away from the comer.

It was impossible to retract his offensive at such a distance, Tang Song straightened his hand blade against Han Xiang's face and slashed at the trees on the side.

With a loud "boom", an old tree stump was directly split into a deep gap by Tang Song's palm.

"How are you?" Tang Song glanced at Han Xiang and said helplessly, "It's because I'm too sensitive, I feel a spiritual power fluctuation outside and think it's ......."

Before he could finish speaking, Tang Song realized that something was wrong.

Han Xiang is not a reckless person, something must have happened when he ran so quickly at this time, and the other party's eyes had a hint of fear.

Although he and Han Xiang have known each other for a short time, Tang Song can see that the other party is a calm and stable person. When the three of them were fighting against Qiangpa Gyatso before, he had never seen Han Xiang so flustered.

Sure enough, before Tang Song could ask Han Xiang, he had already hurriedly started.

"Tang Song, something big is happening here. I don't have time to explain to you right now, we need to get everyone down the mountain as soon as possible! ”

Tang Song didn't ask the reason when he heard Han Xiang say this, and even went with Han Xiang to the girls' side to persuade everyone to leave the middle of the mountain.

"Leave now? But it's getting dark, how are we going! Tao Jie asked with a wink after hearing Tang Song and Han Xiang's words.

"Yes, the teacher said that the fall apprenticeship will last for two and a half days, and we won't be able to leave until noon tomorrow." Squad leader Wen Xue also spoke out to stop Tang Song and Han Xiang's request.

"Tang Song, why do you two want us all to leave?" Liang Yuqi looked at Tang Song with several large bags of snacks, she was just eating snacks and gossiping with everyone, but Tang Song and Han Xiang suddenly came to persuade everyone to hurry down the mountain.

"This ......" Tang Song was speechless for a while, he only learned from Han Xiang that something was going on in the middle of the mountain, but he didn't know exactly what happened, and if he said it truthfully, he would have to expose his identity as a spiritual cultivator.

It is understandable that Tang Song has such concerns, after all, the rules of the spiritual world are like this, and Samuel and Paloon have also told Tang Song many times to keep a low profile.

But Han Xiang, who knew the seriousness of the matter, couldn't manage it so much.

Even the Xuanyin Sect has similar rules, and the disciples of the Xuanyin Sect who have entered the world are not allowed to easily reveal their identities and not easily perform the Dao methods of the Xuanyin Sect.

But the ghost aura of the mountain covers the sky and the sun, and the black mist skull above the Niangniang Temple in the middle of the mountain grabs people's souls, all these signs are heralding the occurrence of a catastrophe.

Now, there is no way to manage so much.

"Because this mid-mountain is full of ghosts, if you don't go out of the mountain now, I'm afraid you'll have to stay here for the rest of your life when it's late at night." Han Xiang's tone was very serious, and his eyes stared at all the people present.

What do you mean by that? What does it mean to stay here for the rest of your life? Liang Yuqi was really frightened by Han Xiang's serious expression, in her impression, Han Xiang was a gentle Korean version of the cream boy, but now the other party's appearance is really a little scary.

"That means if you don't go out of the mountain now, everyone will have to die here tonight!" Han Xiang's eyes flickered, and the Taoist spiritual power was agitating up and down Zhou's body, invisibly adding a sense of immortal majesty.

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