"Ling Fei, if I just want to help Snow Fang fight against the Demon Clan, I have enough ability to bankrupt his attack plan right now. The Writing Section spoke.

And after listening to the words of the Writing Department, Di Ling knew that he was referring to the true identity of the big leader of Doukui, so he said: "But you can't do that!"

"Why?" Ling Fei asked, puzzled.

He couldn't figure it out, the embers of Doom kept saying that it was his mission to save the common people, and he could obviously stop the attack of the demon clan, but why did he abandon the Snow Fang King City!

"Because our ultimate goal is not to save the Snow Fang, let alone the Demon Exorcism, but to ...... in the Snow Fang Treasure Pavilion Midnight Magic Lamp!" muttered the Writing Section.

"Midnight Magic Lamp?" Ling Fei was still puzzled.

"You're talking about the soul lamp of the Midnight Light God five hundred years ago?" said Aozhong suddenly.

Seeing that the Writing Department nodded in affirmation, Aozhong frowned, and continued: "I have heard some deeds of the soul lamp, and the legend is that the vessel of the Nine Demons was made five hundred years ago, why is our purpose ...... Is that something like that?"

"Because the root cause of this disaster is not the demon clan, but the demon clan wants to break the seal...... Nine Demons Five Hundred Years Ago!" Di Ling said coldly.

Hearing this, Dong Ergou seemed to have suddenly realized, and said, "I understand, the Nine Demons broke through the seal and returned again, and this created their soul lamp, which can just restrain them, right?"

"It can be understood that way...... Only by stealing the soul lamp and taking the lead in releasing the nine demons in it can we hope to end this turmoil, which is also one of all the ways to save the world, which is also what I said. The Writing Section explained.

"So......" Ling Fei also sorted everything out and said, "Snow Fang and the Demon Clan must go to war before we have a chance to steal the Soul Lamp?"

"That's right, if the demon clan's plan is bankrupt now, the Snow Fang Treasure Pavilion will inevitably strengthen its defenses, and when the time comes, it will want to steal the soul lamp...... But it's hard......" the Writing Section continued.

But Ling Fei didn't think so, he still retorted: "But now the snow fang is passive, once the war starts, it will inevitably be defeated and retreated, can we just watch it like this?"

"Ling Fei, don't worry," the Writing Section smiled and reassured, "Even if we all go to help Xue Fang fight, it may not have any effect......

"What then, is that the last hope of the Terrans so dashed?"

"Naturally not, so...... I called in reinforcements. The writing department smiled mysteriously, as soon as these words came out, even Di Ling, a guy whose IQ was not weaker than him, was a little confused.

"Reinforcements, where did the reinforcements come from?" Ling Fei asked in confusion.

"Well...... You'll know then, hehe......"

Di Ling thought about it for a long time, but his thoughts were still a little confused, but he sorted out a little clue, but he didn't want to ask more, so he said, "Could it be ...... That's what you call a two-percent certainty?"

"Alas, in fact, I'm not sure, it's all gambling, after all, the so-called reinforcements, the temper is a little unclear, and I don't know if people are willing to help, but ......" The writing section said while sly, sly, and continued to speak, "He will definitely come!"

Di Ling looked at his confident appearance, shook his head helplessly, and muttered, "I really don't know what you guys think." ”

Subsequently, according to the information transmitted from the text domains scattered all over the Snow Fang King City, in response to the actions of the demon clan, arrangements were made for the people of the Doomsday Ember.

When everything is ready, just wait...... It's the day of war!

......

At the same time, the ghost camp in Huangsong Mountain ......

The old thing from 10,000 years ago, the end of the abyss, was sitting on a high platform at this time, and the three elders and the six vanguard officials of the ghost clan all stood under the stage and listened to their arguments.

"In the primeval period, the corpse clan looked down on the world, and all the clans worshipped, if you want to enter the corpse clan, you must first become a corpse, and the blood of my corpse clan can be drip-fused, so that the righteous path can be respected...... Yuan Kun shook his head and waved his hand.

All the ghosts in the audience yawned again and again, to be honest, listening to this old ancestor who jumped out of nowhere all day long, it was really useless and delayed time.

But fortunately, his appearance has freed the ghost clan, which has always been oppressed, from the control of the demon clan, which is a good thing, and the ghosts will no longer have any complaints, and they will do their best to listen to him all day long.

According to the private words of the six pioneer officials: "Play with the ancestors." ”

However, a few of them are only full of people, just stand and listen, and it doesn't matter if they sleep, what Yuan Kong really tossed was the three elders of the ghost clan.

The name is beautiful, the ghost clan in the present world, the head of it, it is necessary to learn to be rich and rich, only to be high and eight buckets, do not be willing to be illiterate, do not know the words, this is the taboo of the rise of the ghost clan!

Therefore, Yuan Kun asked the three of them to write all their words (nonsense) every day, and memorize the full text, and check it in class the next day, and if they can't memorize it, they will be punished for copying it twenty times.

This series of rules has made the three elders suffer, and their daily studies are extremely heavy, so that they can't breathe, and the most desperate thing is ...... Yuan Kong asked the six pioneer officials to supervise......

You know, it's just that you are suffering and tired, and you let your little brother stand next to you and watch the jokes, alas, I have to look up to the sky and sigh, the ghost is born in the world, what a sad thing to do!

Although the ghosts have expressed their complaints to Yuan Kun more than once, Yuan Kun seems to care about that, and says every time: "This is for your good, for the future of the ghost clan, you must persevere, I ...... Well, according to this speech, write a paper of no less than 2,000 words, and turn it in tomorrow!"

“......”

Everyone doesn't know when such a hard day will end, and finally one day, an uninvited guest ignited the flame of hope that is about to be extinguished in the hearts of all ghosts!

On this day, while the Tao was being discussed, a ghoul suddenly broke in and whispered to the red-haired demon.

Then, it clenched its fists and said respectfully: "Old Ancestor Yuankun, outside the camp, someone asks to see you!"

"Oh?" Yuan Kong, who was checking the recitation of the full text by the three elders of the ghost clan, waved his hand and said, "Bring him in." ”

When the three elders heard this, they couldn't help but feel happy in their hearts, turned their heads and glanced at the red-haired evil ghost gratefully, and said secretly: No matter who comes, he is a great benefactor who saves us and others from the sea of suffering!

However, as the so-called benefactor appeared, all the ghosts showed anger and cold eyes, and for a while, the murderous aura in the ghost camp was pervasive.

Yuan Kun looked at the visitor fixedly, and asked with interest, "Hey, why are you here?"

As if he didn't feel the murderous aura around him, the uninvited guest stared directly at Yuan Kun Ancestor, and said with a fist hug without squinting: "Junior Writing Department, I've seen Yuan Kun's senior!"