Looking at the imposing Yin soldier, Elder Jiuli's mind was at a loss.

He had never heard of such a force, but judging from the picture he saw in front of him, this was by no means, let alone a small force that was nameless, and it was already considered an elite with two hundred ghost pawns, which was equivalent to two hundred cultivators gathered together to be the commander of one person.

The power exerted is enough to fight against 300, or even 400 scattered monks.

But now it looks like it's just a chicken, and it's not qualified to be compared with this sudden appearance of power. It can be said that even comparing them together is an insult to the underworld, and the white-haired elder felt that his scalp was numb, and beckoned a disciple to go down to find the general of the Jiuli Commander Monk.

He was already a little undecided.

The area where the fighting took place, no one knows what is happening here.

Zhong Zheng straightened his body, and the ghosts under his command all raised their heads blankly, looking at the majestic battle formation in the sky, I don't know if it was because of fear or excitement, their bodies were trembling slightly, and the beast king's reaction was even greater, and he was already lying on the ground, not daring to move at all.

Fan Wusuo's raised arm slashed down.

Crash.

The two black flags in the front danced, and the Yin soldiers behind them began to line up.

They stepped on the black clouds, the clouds and mist were transformed by Fan Wuxuan's own ghostly energy, it was clearly just a life soul, and the footsteps were silent, but the movements were almost identical, neatly and uniformly, so that this silent procession came with a huge sense of oppression, there was no sound, but there was a heavy and neat footsteps that exploded in the hearts of all onlookers.

Bang bang bang.

The sound of footsteps was dense and short, and it only took a few breaths to change the formation.

There is no superfluous movement, as if it were the most sophisticated machine.

Every Yin soldier, stepping on, raising his arms, is almost exactly the same, his face is solemn, his eyes are straight ahead, the long sword is obliquely held, and the hem of his battle clothes moves slightly, when the number of such an existence exceeds thousands, the momentum that seems to be overwhelming like a black cloud can barely breathe.

As heavy as a mountain, as deep as an abyss.

Hiss......

Jiuli, the generals who rushed forward couldn't help but gasp when they saw this scene.

It was not the first time he had seen such a solemn battle formation, but because of this, he understood what it meant, and looked at the ghost pawn on the opposite side who even threw his weapon, his eyes were dark, and he almost had the urge to scold his mother.

The battle formations became more dispersed and larger.

Every Yin soldier stands as tall as a gun, the weather is solemn, silent, they no longer roar, silent, but there is an invisible evil aura, as if the essence is flowing wantonly, one by one the eyes are cast straight down, locking all the enemies below, holding the sword in the right hand, holding the sheath in the left hand, as if in the next moment, the long sword is cut out, and the battle array evolves into magical powers.

There will be a terrifying sword slashing down, tearing the heavens and the earth apart.

No one doubted that a military formation with such a strong presence could not do this.

The sound of the drum became softened, but it became heavier and heavier, resounding through the sky and the earth, making people frightened, in the face of such a terrible formation, almost all the enemies lost their fighting spirit and fighting spirit, and in the Jiuli Xuanbu, there were several extra guards, at this moment the scalp was numb, and they were frantically searching for memories in their minds.

Is there a person named Fan Wusu in the world, commanding such a terrifying Netherworld Battle Array?

Underworld?

What the hell is the power that came out of the hell?!

The ghost general with the sword was so powerful in front of him, his already pale face became even more pale, but he did not lose the idea of survival, his pupils swept over in an instant, gritted his teeth, suddenly raised his long sword, and slashed out in front, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, extremely domineering, and it was wrapped in an extremely large amount of yin qi and vitality.

When the sword was at its peak, the long sword came out of his hand and turned into a hideous silver dragon, shaking his head and tail, chanting loudly, and rushing towards a Yin soldier battle array, while he himself turned into a streamer, abandoned his magic weapon and all the ghost pawns on the ground, and fled frantically.

Fan Wusu looked flat, raised his hand and grabbed it.

The mighty ghost qi erupted and directly grabbed the silver dragon.

He is a whole realm stronger than the ghost general, and his strength is strong, this move directly makes the conjured dragon turn into a long sword magic weapon again, and the ghost will be connected to his magic weapon with his own magic weapon, and when he noticed what was happening behind him, his heart was cold, but the look in his eyes was becoming more and more crazy.

A huge amount of mana appeared in each of his hands, and the rainbow soared into the sky, and said angrily:

"Get out of here!"

Exhaled and spoke, with a strong momentum, just when he was about to directly break through the Yin Soldier Battle Formation, there was an incomparably clear chain sound in his ears, and his heart was cold, and then his body could no longer move forward, and a silver chain directly restrained all around him.

This ancient artifact naturally restrains the soul, and the ghost will feel that his body is frozen to the ground.

Before he could break away, Fan Wusu had already stepped forward and raised his hand and pressed heavily on the ghost general's shoulder.

In an instant, the huge and incomparably large ghost qi, carrying the majestic and upright qi, directly penetrated the ghost general, scattering his whole body, and with a bang, the pure yin qi almost triggered a storm vision within a radius of more than ten miles, and when the storm vision finally dispersed, the ghost general's breath had languished to the limit.

Fan Wusu raised his hand and grabbed it.

The ghost will be thrown behind.

Fan Wusheng's mana spread out dozens of black ghost energy chains on the soul hooking rope, which suddenly spread, and the yin on each black cloud grabbed a chain and burst out in unison, pulling the ghosts who had previously flaunted their might and majesty directly, like prisoners, unable to move, and were pulled into the black clouds, and could no longer be seen.

Jiu Li saw that several high-level expressions of this scene were a little ugly.

The gray-haired elder said, "...... At least the realm of real people, corresponding to the ghost king. ”

"If you really fight and kill, I won't be an opponent if I fight alone, if the other party controls the battle formation, I'm afraid the old man will even be in trouble to escape. ”

The rest of the people glanced at each other, they all had something to say, but they didn't know how to say it, and then they saw that on the screen, the Yin soldiers were scattered and formed a battle formation to the ground, using the weapons in their hands to separate and cut those ghost pawns.

Or rather, they don't need to do it.

Those drunken ghost pawns themselves had lost their will to fight and fled in embarrassment.

The Yin Cha of the Difu only needs to catch up with the front, and they can surround the ghost pawns, the Yin Cha is just a lonely soul and wild ghost in the wild, and its own strength is much worse than that of the ghost pawn of Xudu, and ordinary three or five can't fight against a ghost pawn of Xudu, but now, they are killing ten times the number, and they are even more enveloped and strengthened by Fan Wu's breath.

In addition, the ghost pawn of Xudu has already collapsed.

At the moment, they are all according to the training, silently remembering their numbers in their hearts.

One and two, silently reciting in their hearts, when they read one, half of the number of Yin came forward, drew their swords and stabbed forward, and when they read two, they retreated, and the remaining half stepped forward, and also drew their swords and stabbed forward, without any fancy, perhaps because of the ten days of tempering that can be called hell, they have cultivated a tacit understanding.

The movements of going up and down are all neat, and there is no gap.

Therefore, the picture that everyone in Jiuli saw was this unknown number of yin differences, forming a strange battle formation, the sword light was constantly cold, and the movements were uniform, like a cold and cold plum blossom that unfolded, constantly blooming and withering.

Then in unison, put the sword back into its sheath, and take a step back.

More than two hundred and fifty ghost pawns collapsed into the dregs of their souls in unison, and their souls were scattered.

Many of the gloom in the sky disappeared, and the rolling black clouds retreated, as if they came, Fan Wuxu stepped down from the sky, his expression was calm, and he was about to see Zhong Zheng, his steps were slightly stunned, and when he heard Zhao Li's voice in his ears, he raised his eyes and looked towards the southwest.

When the people of Jiuli saw the so-called impermanence of the ghost king, they were shocked.

Zhao Li was in the white space, held the Mixed Yuan Sword, and said calmly:

"Draw a sword. ”

Fan Wusu bowed slightly, and pointed like a sword, slashing down, and at the same time, Zhao Li also cut off a sword, Jiuli's means of spying on everyone were slightly similar to the principle of white space, but it looked rough and clumsy, and it was exposed clearly under Zhao Li's eyes.

He interfered from a higher level and directly severed the connection between the underworld.

Jiuli.

Everyone was shocked by Fan Wu's helpless movements, and suddenly saw him and slashed his fingers, and a thought of disbelief rose in their hearts, and before they could say it, there was a sudden clicking sound, and their thoughts were slightly stiff.

No, it won't......

The white-haired old man's expression froze, and his gaze moved down little by little.

On the bronze mirror, there was a dazzling crack.

This is a treasure handed down from ancient times, which can magnify the monk's divine sense, and can rely on this treasure to patrol the radius of thousands of miles day and night, to protect the Xuanbu, but the body is fragile and abnormal......

The old man's lips trembled: "Difu ......"

The people around him looked at him, and the old man took a deep breath and stroked the cracks on the bronze mirror.

The woman in blue who had previously asked if she would help Zhong Zheng said:

"Elder......"

The old man shook his head, exhaled, closed his eyes, and said, "I am responsible for this matter, and inform several leaders of the ministry about the underworld, King Xuan is in retreat, don't disturb him for the time being." ”

"Yes......"

Fan Wusu withdrew his fingers and looked at Zhong Zheng, who was wearing a red robe and holding a sword, with a gentle expression, and said:

"There is no help in Xiafan, I was ordered to come to the ......"

Zhong Zhengcai returned the salute, the greedy wolf next to him had already come out of the crowd, it was Zhong Zheng's back hand, just in case, but the momentum from the Difu was violent, too huge, it had no chance to play, at this moment, a pair of blue pupils looked at the black-clothed Fan Wuxu, full of excitement.

Fan Wuxu hesitated slightly, looked at Zhong Zheng, and said, "This is ......."

Zhong Zheng has not yet been introduced.

The greedy wolf had already spoken, it coughed, and lowered its eyes to look at Fan Wuxu.

In a low voice, he said with emotion:

"Eighth master, it's been a long time......"

PS: Today's first update.........