The Ghost King's attack was extremely continuous, like a gust of storm, dense and non-stopping, and it hit Di Cheng hard in just a moment. From attacking again to stabbing the sword into Di Cheng's body, it was less than two minutes before and after!!

Fang Zhongshou had already rushed to the side of the ghost king, and the assassination operation was about to begin, but after all, it was still a step too late, in the chaotic and noisy battlefield, the sound of the sword piercing the flesh should have been inaudible, but at this moment, it was clearly like a thunderbolt, and he was frozen in place!

Tong Min, who was not far away, was like being struck by lightning, and instantly stiffened in place. Looking at the sword body that sank into Di Cheng's back, looking at the dripping blood, his brain fell into a blank, completely lost the ability to think, and a touch of deep despair and fear rose in the bottom of his heart, unprecedentedly clear and intense!!

At the moment when the sword body pierced into the back, Di Cheng's body stiffened, and there was no pain, only coldness!! It's like being in a cold ice cave, the coldness starts to spread little by little from the wound, little by little, and then it is weak, suffocating weakness!

It's true...... It's over...... Di Cheng's heart was full of despair, and there was deep nostalgia.

At this moment, all the fragmented memories and all the hidden emotions poured into my mind, and there may have been many places that were confused before, but now they are clear. It was as if the lost soul had returned to the body, truly merging.

The current Di Cheng is the real Di Cheng!

It's a pity...... Consciousness fell into a drowsiness, cold and weak like a rising tide, mercilessly devouring Di Cheng. Kneeling on the ground, his hands subconsciously wanted to support his body, but in the end he was weakly paralyzed, his eyes opened hard, and slowly closed.

The short sword was pulled out of his back as Di Cheng fell, and scarlet blood gushed out like a column of blood, as if he was crying silently as the emperor fell.

"Ghost King, you killed the person you shouldn't have killed." Fang Zhongshou's voice did not change, but his eyes were unprecedentedly cold. "As soon as Di Cheng dies, who will control the out-of-control beasts of Tianmen, who will stop the hundreds of thousands of underworld gangs in Huaxia, who will pay for his death, and who will bear the wrath of Tianmen. Who's coming? Who can? Who would dare!! ”

Tong Min was full of excitement and recovered from his loss of consciousness and sluggishness, but the fear and despair in his heart suddenly intensified at this moment, like an out-of-control flood frantically impacting his soul.

His eyes swayed, his teeth trembled, his face turned pale, and a moment later, a heart-wrenching roar suddenly exploded!! "Brother Cheng!!"

The voice was sharp and desolate, with a strong and strange tremor, which clearly stirred throughout the battlefield and reached everyone's ears.

Yang Jing and the others were fighting frantically, but this terrible roar mixed with despair made their hearts tremble, and they had an ominous premonition in vain.

"Brother Cheng?" Da Han's original wild and fierce attack slowly calmed down, and he didn't care about the danger of the battlefield he was in, so he stood in place, the hideousness on his face had not yet dissipated, the giant axe in his hand was still in a half-raised state, and his big copper bell-like eyes were staring directly at the direction of the sound source.

"Brother Cheng?" Yes!! Tong Min held his head in his hands, his eyes were blood-red, and under the stimulation of despair, he suddenly burst out with a terrible wail, his head hit the ground heavily, making a dull crashing sound, and two lines of turbid tears rolled down silently.

This scream once again aggravated everyone's doubts and speculations, most people didn't care about it before, but at this moment...... The heartbeat suddenly accelerated, or the crazy or ruthless momentum involuntarily weakened, and gradually lost the mood to continue fighting. After breaking free from the enemy's restraints, he retreated four or five steps in a row to open a safe distance, and stared at the source of the sound with a frown.

In less than five minutes, the chaotic and irritable battlefield calmed down little by little, even if the Skynet monsters wanted to continue fighting, they had no interest in the opponent's blind dodge.

Under Qiu Guchun's command, the 'Southern Sword' and the Yang family's bodyguards also stopped, gathering together in twos and threes, concentrating on vigilance. Hardly any of them pay attention to the 'sound source', and as long as there is an order, they will resolutely obey it, never asking why!

When the focus of the audience began to gather in the center, the ghost king did not rush to announce Di Cheng's 'death', and there was no sense of excitement and excitement.

Because his short sword didn't really penetrate at all, it probably only pierced the flesh and blood, and did not destroy the internal organs, at best it only hurt a little!

In other words, Di Cheng did not die, but fell into a coma due to excessive blood loss and multiple traumas.

The ghost king wants to kill Di Cheng, there is no doubt about it! The attack just now didn't spare any hands, according to normal circumstances, it could definitely pierce Di Cheng's chest and kill him!

However, at the most critical moment, at the moment when the blade penetrated the flesh, he hesitated and stopped!!

It's not that he relented, and it wasn't because of Fang Zhongshou's sneak attack, but ......

The ghost king stared at the roof in front of him, staring at the slightly dim place, the ordinary indifference, the previous calmness, and the former arrogance all turned into solemnity at this moment.

There was a faint hint of incredulity between his tightly furrowed brows...... Aghast...... Surprised......

Maintaining the posture of the previous attack, the Ghost King remained motionless in place, as if he had been immobilized, and only his eyes were shaking slightly.

Fang Zhongshou gradually noticed the strangeness of the ghost king, and followed his gaze to the top of the classical pavilion in front of him, which was also a dim and quiet place.

Someone? It seems to be quite a lot!!

One person staring in one direction may not attract too much attention, and two people staring at the same time will arouse the curiosity of others, some of whom will involuntarily follow the gaze, and then gather more and more.

Soon, most of the tripartite tribes around this battle circle raised their heads and looked at the roof strangely.

On the floor in front of the lobby, the snow lion shook its drowsy and tingling head, and slowly stood up "Roar!!" The snow lion's head was high, and he roared loudly at the scene, and his golden right front paw slammed into the ground, with a little sonorous, with a little dullness, and the roaring sound complemented each other, with a strong heroic temperament!

Many people were startled by the snow lion's abrupt and loud voice, but the next moment ......

On the rooftops of the pavilions, in dim and quiet places, louder, more manic, thicker roars and roars suddenly erupted. It's like a superposition of a lot of sounds, like the collective roar of lions and tigers.

The sound shook the sky, tearing the silence and the night.

"What!!" Everyone's hearts trembled, and their eyes were fixed on the roof, and this strange roar gave them a lot of shock, and no one thought that there was a herd of wild beasts hidden on the quiet roof?!!

The Yang family's bodyguards looked at each other, and after quietly taking a few steps back, they found the switch that linked to the lights on the roof.

Click! The switch closes, the current is turned on, and the dense red and yellow light bulbs flicker collectively, like neon lights all over the top of the house. The light may not be too bright, but it is enough to illuminate the scene above.

The first thing that caught their eyes, or what caught their attention, was undoubtedly the eleven huge 'lions' with snow-white bodies, heroic appearance, strong figures, like eleven white statues, so eye-catching under the flickering lights, invisibly exuding a strong might.

But soon, his gaze began to shift, and he successively shifted to the figures next to these white lions. Ordinary linen monk's robes, slightly closed eyes, barefoot, and bare head are somewhat strange in the cold winter moment.

But when he saw the appearance of these people clearly, the shaking of the ghost king's eyes suddenly and violently, tightly fixed in the center of these monks, there was an old man with his eyes closed, and his indifferent expression and aura gave him an incomparable impact and shock.

His lips twitched slightly, and a slightly trembling hoarse voice squeezed out from between his teeth: "It's you?" ”

Yang Jing snorted, his expression was full of shock: "I drop an ancestor, they ...... How...... Here it ......."

Tu Qingcang took a deep breath, his eyes swayed, and then he knelt down on one knee in the surprised gaze of many people, hit his chest with his right fist, and said in a trembling voice: "I...... Tu Qingcang, welcome the Living Buddha!! ”