With Zhong Zheng's order, the battle array of more than 18,000 ghost cultivators spread out in an instant, with 3,000 elite Yin Difference as the core.

The strangulation formation is the most accustomed move of the three thousand yin differences.

They led the Qucheng ghost cultivators behind them, flew out, and when they were running, they quickly combined into a battle array, and the sword of Fang Cai made their hearts surge, and the Yin Luo Corps in Xudu was almost completely demoralized.

They follow their experience in training for combat, and they only fight against a single enemy in groups of six.

The move is very simple, a thrust burst formed by a siege of people.

This is the tactic developed by Zhong Zheng in the face of a routing enemy.

Crash!

The sky seemed to suddenly bloom with countless cold plums.

The six Yin Cha, together with the subordinates behind them, a total of thirty-six ghost cultivators, formed a basic formation.

Then with thirty-six against an enemy who has lost his will to fight.

With the continuous lighting of the spell streamer, one by one Hanmei swirled and changed in the sky, accompanied by a scream, a famous ghost cultivator fell, and his soul collapsed in the air, and five hundred Hanmei continued to open, hover, and wither.

In the face of this kind of small battle formation for the purpose of strangulation, the Yin Luo Corps was almost directly wiped out.

The Yin Luo master who was hit hard by Zhong Zheng's formation with a sword turned pale, and he could see the foundation of this formation at a glance, if his formation was intact before, this formation was not in his eyes at all, but now that the general trend has gone, this kind of old-fashioned, indifferent to efficiency formation, but it presents a kind of insoluble destructiveness.

More than 10,000 ghosts repaired and dismembered more than 2,000 remnants.

Then kill directly with an absolute numerical advantage.

Old-fashioned, ridiculously harsh, but as precise as a machine, never greedy for work, looking for targets, cooperating with cutting, forming formations, assassinating, retreating, regrouping, constantly repeating, and the overall combination brings a shocking oppressive force in people's hearts, like a huge grinding disc, throwing the Yin Luo Corps into it and crushing it into powder.

The Yin Luo Lord spit out two words from his mouth.

"Retreat!"

In the end, the more than 1,000 members of the Xudu Yin Luo Corps, who had not yet been chewed, barely formed a formation.

It can still do this when the morale of the army is broken, and it is worthy of the name of the Corps.

Then directly abandon the rest of the monks, this move, even if they survived, Yin Luo lost his heart and lost his name as an elite, but at this moment they just wanted to live, quickly changed their formation, and quickly fled into the distance, without being hindered, they almost thought that they were going to successfully get out of the battlefield When Qingyue's roar came from the sky.

A team of Beast King Yin Souls also formed a situation with five ancestors.

The Beastmaster has been able to communicate with the Terrans.

A ribbed and two-winged lion-like soul stepped in the air, its amber pupils cold, overlooking the battle array.

That's the prey, the new prey.

It was born in the forest, died in the forest, and was ready to dissipate silently, they are all like this, and the dead soul will stay in a huge cave, and die there to prevent its body from being used by the human race or demon race.

Because the beasts do not have a method of cultivating the soul, they only rely on their body instinct to fight, and the soul cannot survive for too long.

No matter how powerful they once were, they would be forgotten when they died, and even if they formed a life soul, they would collapse, and they themselves accepted this ending and dissipated like withered grass.

The forest has its own rules of the forest, and the dead cannot compete with the living for this land.

All for the survival of the race.

It is the strongest, watching its enemies and friends die, and its soul dissipates and returns to the heavens, the earth, and the forest.

For this habit, even his own consciousness is about to dissipate.

Until that day, a huge pale gray wolf king appeared in the place where the beast clan sought death, the blue wolf's turquoise pupils had a touch of white, cold and majestic, he still remembers that day, what the wolf king said to him, there was a slight smile on the face of the lion soul, ahhh......h How arrogant.

On that day, the wolf king walked on the rocks and covered in the moonlight, overlooking them.

Hey, old fellow.

Want to make another big fuss?

If you want, would you like to come with me?

The throat of the male lion let out a low roar, only the beast king can understand the beast king, the wind and tiger, running through the mountains and forests, this is the reason for the existence of the beast king, at this moment, the edge of the mountains and forests is infinitely eyed, his heart is surging, like a new life, raising his head and letting out an earth-shattering roar.

Formations.

The roar of the Beastmaster resounded through the heavens and the earth.

The Yin Luo Ghost General shuddered, raised his head suddenly, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

One by one, the beast kings used the most powerful ones as their arrows, turned into a crescent-like formation, cut down at a terrifying speed, swooped, dived! No race can compete with the beasts for mountains and skies, this is the instinct hidden in their bodies.

Dive! Dive!

Hunted for the first time after death.

The roar resounded through the heavens and the earth.

The long dragon formation formed in order to leave quickly was cut off.

The expression on the face of the Yin Luo Lord General had frozen.

In order to leave quickly, he abandoned his subordinates who had been cut and scattered.

And now, those subordinates have been resolved.

In the sky, the soul of the beast king is roaring and circling, occupying every corner of the sky with the predatory nature of wild beasts, and on the earth, more than 18,000 ghost cultivators in the underworld, holding their blades obliquely, look indifferent, slowly approaching in the form of a battle formation, the chains roaring, and Fan Wusuo, who is the strongest combat power, hovers in the distance.

The siege is over.

..................

Slaughter.

The entire Qucheng Ghost Domain, with a radius of thousands of miles, is all the lords of the Ghost Domain who are watching this scene.

Even the city lord of Qucheng came to such a conclusion, and his face was a little pale.

They looked at the sky, as the first-class corps of ghost cultivation Yin Luo was cut, scattered, strangled, and fell like dumplings, the dignified Yin Luo Corps, now it seems to be a miscellaneous card, don't slaughter, and the earth was torn out by that sword ray like an abyss-like terrifying sword marks, and the edge could not be seen at a glance.

The city lord's palm holding the teacup trembled slightly.

His heart was beating wildly, and he was frantically searching in his mind for which force there was named Taishan Mansion Jun.

Where was there ever a famous genius named Zhong Zheng?

And the reaction of the rest of the ghost kings was even more violent.

Especially the ghost king who had been ruthless and refused and even humiliated the yin before.

They stared blankly at this horrific scene, their bodies trembling uncontrollably and their eyes distracted.

Monsters, madmen!

Famous generals?

However, how could someone who could be called a famous general appear here? If he is not a famous general, how can he command 10,000 people to send a sword?

This corps ...... Where the hell did the monster come out?!

They thought of their previous attitude towards the underworld, their faces became two points whiter, and they didn't have the slightest idea of being an enemy of the underworld in their hearts, but they were just frantically thinking about how to repair the relationship with the underworld in their minds, and at this time, the Yin Luo ghost was directly defeated by the soul hooking rope.

Yin Luo Corps, destroyed.

Nearly 20,000 ghost cultivators stood in the air, first sluggish, and then filled with ecstasy and excitement, they didn't know who their opponent was, but with the final collapse of the enemy, there was always a guy who shouted out the identity of his honor guard.

They were indeed frightened by the name of Xudu at first, and their scalps were numb.

But then I found out, Yudu, isn't that all?

Fighting according to the arrangement of his boss, there is no difference between those elites who blow to the sky?

It's all cut and gone, and it's a proud fart.

In the back, when those elites collapsed and moved out of the capital.

Many ghosts don't even drive it.

Huh, that's amazing......

Hello, great.

No, it's still cut?

But when the great force corps, whose reputation once resounded in the ghost cultivators, was completely destroyed by them, for them who were once only low-level cultivators, there was still an extremely strong feeling of unreality, as if a dream was spreading out in front of them, and then it was an indescribable, even unjustified sense of ecstasy.

They struck the armor on their chests with their weapons.

Because of the hell-level penance and tribulation, even this action is uniform.

Dangdang!!

The sound of cheers resounded through the heavens and the earth.

Xu Jianxing, who was also a member of the Raiding Formation, felt the excitement of these ghost cultivators, as well as the fanatical morale that erupted in an instant, which made people can't believe that these ordinary cultivators who were once just looked down upon by all the family forces.

The Yin Luo Legion has a very strong prestige reputation.

But now it is this kind of fame that breeds fanatical morale in the hearts of these shady ghost cultivators.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, feeling that this indulgence and ecstasy was also the reward that the ghost cultivators deserved.

Under this frenzied atmosphere, there was some chaos, but at this time, the three thousand yin chasers all blushed their faces, and one by one raised their big feet and kicked the ass of those ecstatic subordinates, their faces were very stinky.

"Fuck me, shut up!"

"Be quiet, how did I teach you?"

With the rapid spread of this gang of bad guys, shouting and scolding, the sky after the victory gradually quieted down, I don't know why, because of the angry scolding of the top boss, as well as the 'competitors' next to them, they also felt a little embarrassed, according to the standards of the past, they were quiet again, silently and quickly lined up the most basic battle formation.

His body was as straight as a javelin, and he held the blade in one hand.

Twenty thousand yin differences, quiet again, all stood indifferently, as if the ecstasy of that great victory was only vented in a simple cheer, and the killing intent they exuded at this moment made the ghost kings' scalps tingle and their mouths tremble through the picture.

All the yin are wearing the same suits.

Their bodies were as straight as a forest of spears, their faces were indifferent, and their eyes were sharp.

As required in training these days, it's rigorous.

Dead silence.

The battlefield that suddenly quieted down, the sense of slaughter became stronger.

Except for the wind, not a single sound could be heard.

Xu Jianxing's face turned pale.

The city lord of Qucheng swallowed with difficulty.

In the dead silence, the young man in the red robe wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stood with his sword, the red robe on his body was a little shabby, the cuffs were stained with the 'blood' of the soul body, and the bun looked a little messy because of the extreme operation of Fang Cai.

But his expression did not twist for half a minute, he stood in front of the hosts, the light was dazzling, his expression was cold, and he said indifferently:

"Preparation. ”

The five ghosts are one army, the five soldiers are one tael, the five taels are one pawn, the five pawns are one battalion, the five battalions are one division, and the five divisions are one army.

The elite ghost cultivators selected by Zhong Zheng all led thousands of ghost cultivators.

Fan Wusu stepped forward, the chains roared, and he saluted solemnly:

"The strikers are resumed, and the enemy has been captured alive. ”

One of the tall ghosts took a step forward, his eyes were fanatical, and he saluted solemnly:

"The first battalion of the left front of the underworld has been reinstated, and seven hundred and fifty ghost cultivators are all here, and none of them have died!"

A gentle-looking young man stepped forward and said solemnly:

"The second battalion of the left front of the underworld has been reinstated, seven hundred and fifty ghost cultivators, thirty-seven wounded, and none of them have died!"

Figures stepped out.

Either low, or fanatical, or trying to respond calmly to the main general.

"Left front of the underworld...... Not a single die!"

"Difu...... Not a single die!"

"Not a single death!"

"Resurrection!" "Resurrection!" "No death for a while!"

With a frenzied response, morale rose again and again, and even skyrocketed.

The momentum that had been bred because of the great victory was constantly strengthened, so that all the beings who saw this scene were shocked to the ground pale and speechless.

The young general raised his hand, and his voice was calm:

"The rearmament is over. ”

"Return to the city. ”

PS: Today's ...... Three thousand six hundred words.

Slow down,...... Pushing the outline a little bit also gives me a break, it's really not advisable to stay up late to catch up with the draft.

said that it was yesterday's three watches, but in fact, the two days were connected, as if it was two days and two watches

Zhong Zheng's character card is online~