In the cold darkness.

The pavilions are like a fiery dragon, blocking the ghost land of Huangquan.

But at this time, not only the north of the long pavilion has undead souls emerging, but even the south of the long pavilion, there are countless undead souls emerging, frantically consuming the long pavilion's culture.

This made the scribes and even the scholars sitting in the Wenting Pavilion gradually overwhelmed.

"There are too many ghosts. ”

There were scribes in the pavilion who were miserable.

The first time I encountered this kind of situation, I couldn't help but panic a little in my heart.

If an evil ghost rushes out of the Huangquan ghost land later, the literary qi in his Wen Palace will be difficult to withstand the impact of several evil ghosts, and he may also die here.

"Dare to ask where the ranger is?"

The scribe in the pavilion shouted, and the voice was heard miles away.

In the 10,000-mile pavilion, there is a patrol envoy, whose duty is to tour the pavilion within a hundred miles, responsible for supporting, solving and other things that arise.

All of them are served by Wen Xiang.

After a while, the scribe's heart sank when he saw that the itinerant had not appeared.

He saw that the souls of the dead on the north and south sides not only did not decrease in the slightest, but increased more and more, so the blue bird sent the book back to the ghost hall of the town.

Generally, it is necessary to use the Blue Bird Book in an emergency.

And there is an emergency right in front of you.

At this time, the blue bird passed the book like a snowflake, and it was transmitted back to the town ghost hall one after another.

"Report, Zhongyi Thirteen Pavilion is in an emergency. ”

"Report, Zhongding Erting is in an emergency. ”

"Report, the fifty-third pavilion of Zhongjia is in an emergency. ”

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To the south of City One, the spirits of the Misty Ice Plains slay out and devour the souls of the dead that emerge from the darkness.

The souls of the dead have just broken free from the darkness, and now they are in the mouth of the fierce spirits.

"Wenshi Realm!"

There were soldiers on the city wall who were shocked.

At this time, many people saw with their own eyes that after a fierce spirit devoured countless souls, its strength actually increased from the realm of scribes to the realm of scholars.

Moreover, the more you devour, the stronger you become.

This frightened the soldiers on the city walls.

"General, how can this be done?"

A soldier asked anxiously.

"If you let the fierce spirits devour it again, I'm afraid there will be a lot of Confucian-level fierce spirits. Another soldier said worriedly.

"Shoot the souls. ”

A middle-aged general said coldly.

The strength of the Revenant is weak, and a single arrow can kill several, or even more.

At this time, the arrows on the city wall shot out like rain again, destroying countless souls that broke free. However, there are so many dead souls, and they do not appear in a line, but in one face......

How many soldiers on the city wall can shoot?

"Has the lyanist arrived?"

The middle-aged general said.

"General, there are not many violinists in the city, and most of them go to support the Wenting in the north. A soldier replied, "There are only more than a dozen piano players now......

The piano players listened to the order and played the war song "Heavy Rain". ”

The middle-aged general nodded, then turned to look at the more than ten piano players who came in a hurry, and immediately ordered.

More than ten piano players did not say much, and after being separated by two or three miles on the city wall, they began to play the war song "Heavy Rain" rapidly.

Zheng Zheng –

The sound of the piano suddenly sounded, turning into a rain of light and shooting out, slashing down countless souls.

The sound of the war song "Heavy Rain" can not only cut off flesh and blood, but also hurt the soul. However, more than a dozen piano players said in the mist that it was just a drop in the bucket.

It didn't help.

However, in the blink of an eye, more and more fierce spirits were killed from the misty ice field. Moreover, there are more and more fierce spirits at the level of literature and even at the level of Confucianism.

"Daxian-level fierce spirit!"

One of the generals shouted in horror, his face turning a little pale.

Although the first city has been guarded by a general and four generals for a long time, the southern wall of the first city is only managed by one of the generals.

In other words, the highest combat power of the southern city wall is only at the level of Confucianism.

Of course, if there is a great sage-level fierce spirit to kill, it is impossible for the general of the first city to ignore it, but now the situation in the north of the long pavilion is also critical.

And the north is more important than the south.

So now, it's up to them to defend it......

Maybe those more than ten piano players are all their reinforcements.

At this time, the northern city wall also knew about the southern city wall, and many literati and soldiers were stunned.

And so many evil spirits gushing out?

What the hell is going on?

Some literati and pianists were also a little puzzled, "The Conjuring" is so frightening, but they know that there is only one passage in the "Conjuring" song, and it is logically impossible for the souls of the dead to break free from the darkness and return to the world......

The canonization has been confirmed.

But what about now?

"Hurry up and ask the canonization to stop playing "The Conjuring". At this time, some literati or qin scholars finally realized the seriousness of the matter and had to say, "These dead souls are manifested because of the holy song "The Conjuring", as long as they are canonized and played, the dead souls will disappear?"

"What?"

"Why didn't you say it earlier?"

On the city wall, many soldiers were furious.

"Hmph, canonizing and playing the holy song "The Conjuring" naturally has a reason to be canonized. Some literati said disdainfully, "How can you understand a martial artist?"

"As long as you canonize and promote to a true saint, don't say that it is a small fierce spirit, it is 'weird', or even 'taboo', and you can suppress it at will!" said another literati proudly.

"Be careful!"

Some literati hurriedly reminded.

"What is a taboo?"

When some soldiers heard this, they were a little surprised.

They only know the "weird", and they don't know the existence of the "taboo". If it weren't for another literati who "spoke carefully", they would not have paid attention to the "taboo".

But at this time, the literati who knew it were silent.

"Where's the canonization?"

"Do you know where the canonization is?"

"Please also find the canonized ...... quickly"

At the city wall, both soldiers and literati are looking for canonization.

"The canonization seems to be heading east. ”

There are literati on the city wall to recall the sidewalk.

When many people heard this, they rushed to the east of the city, asking them to stop playing immediately.

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Cheng.

Feng Qingyan played the holy song "Conjuring" while frowning and peeking into the netherworld.

At this time, he didn't know about the existence of General Wushang, and he didn't know that because he played "The Conjuring", he actually attracted so many souls in the Wanli Long Pavilion.

This was something he would never have imagined.

"Humph!"

A cold snort was like a thunderbolt in the nine heavens, and it suddenly fell from the sky towards him.

Boom Boom –

The cold hum was like rolling thunder, rolling and shaking in his sea of consciousness, shaking his soul trembling, the qi and blood in his body were tumbling wildly, and the Wen Qi in the Wen Palace was running wildly, almost causing his meridians to burst.

Poof-

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

Feng Qingyan's face turned pale in an instant, and his body almost fell.

"You're looking for death!"

Zuo Shaozai was furious when he saw it.

He didn't expect that the dignified general Wushang would dare to make a move against the canonization.

The burly armored figure looked at Feng Qingyan coldly and said, "Those who dare to destroy the Ten Thousand Miles Long Pavilion will be killed." ”

"Even if it is canonized, it can't. ”

At this time, the burly figure turned his head, looked at Zuo Shaozai and said coldly, "Playing "The Conjuring" in Huangquan is to destroy the long pavilion ......of thousands of miles."

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