"Demon Law!"

Yang Shou stood on top of the city wall, his eyes coldly looking at the chaos below, and his face was full of disgust. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

As Zeng Duo devoured life, the color of the black mist became deeper and deeper, and the broken battle flag seemed to be dyed red with blood, and countless ghost soldiers brandished long knives under the leadership of the battle flag, harvesting fresh life.

"Help me!"

"Help me!"

Those who were burned by the golden juice, as well as the disciples who were shot in their limbs by stray arrows and had no way to move, looked at the black mist that was getting closer and closer with desperate faces, Du Laosan and the other gangs had already been frightened, where would they care if they lived or died.

The wounded watched in horror as the black mist approached, and they were a little crazy to slash with the steel knives in their hands, but the strange thing was that the ghost soldiers were like invisible things, and the knife soldiers passed through their bodies without any obstacles, and they could not be injured at all.

How can it be?

There were a few bandits who didn't believe in evil and slashed back and forth, but the ghost soldiers had no physical body, and ordinary weapons had no way to inflict substantial damage on them.

Listening to the miserable and painful cries of the bandits below before they died, the faces of the soldiers at the head of the city were also a little pale, and their hearts were worried, and they didn't dare to look at the tragic situation below with their eyes for a while.

"Mix the black dog's blood and cinnabar. ”

Yang Shou looked at the soldier whose face was a little pale because of fear, and shouted loudly.

"No!"

"No!"

The two soldiers ran quickly down the wall, and in a short time they ran up with two large barrels. The bright red black dog blood and cinnabar were mixed together, reflecting a faint red light in the firelight.

"Today, when Shinto is manifesting and ghosts are rampant, how can we soldiers have no means of restraint?"

Think about it, too, in the world of ghosts and gods, if humanity does not have the means to suppress ghosts and gods, wouldn't it be reduced to a Shinto subordination?

Looking at the black fog that was getting closer and closer, the crimson battle flag, and the dense ghost pawns were already clearly visible. Yang Shou didn't have any look of fear on his face, but a sneer.

Using ghosts and gods to interfere in the yang world, really don't know whether to live or die, so you are not afraid of being jealous of the dragon's energy, and people and gods are condemned together?

After the black mist devoured a few lives, he burped a little unsatisfied, and rolled towards the city.

"Under the rule of Daqian, Lang Lang Qiankun, how can you allow ghosts such as Er to be presumptuous. ”

As Yang Shou's eyes widened angrily, the qi and blood of his whole body rose, as if it was a huge furnace, and there was a rare warmth in the space that was still cold just now.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The soldier straightened up, his muscles bulging, and shouted angrily with the spear in his hand.

The qi and blood around their bodies burned, and a trace of blood qi rose from the top of their heads, although it was not as obvious as Yang Shou, but the qi and blood of more than ten people were linked in the air, and they also condensed into wisps of mist.

A trace of warm breath floated on the city's head, and the black mist was pushed away by the qi and blood, and the cold instantly subsided a lot.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Seeing that it was effective, the courage of the soldiers was greatly boosted, and five people formed an army, ten people formed a column, forming a military formation, and the beginning and tail corresponding.

The qi and blood of the whole body are more vigorous, and the courage is stronger.

A trace of red glow floated in the air, like burning blood, blazing, bright, and righteous.

The ghost soldier looked at the mist floating in the air with some disgust, although this mist was thin, but it was condensed by the qi and blood on the soldier's body, and it was surprisingly hot.

That is, Situ Mansion is sparsely populated, and the soldiers have not been in the army for a long time, and the evil qi around them has not been condensed.

If it is a large capital, a place with a large population.

Or a battle-hardened military camp, with murderous blood, and under command, it will condense into foreign beasts such as the Green Dragon, the White Tiger, the Vermilion Bird, and the Xuanwu to suppress the Quartet.

Not to mention that it is just a mere ghost, even if it is a god with profound cultivation, he does not dare to approach it easily.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Biqing Lao Dao stood on the top of the mountain, his hair had long been scattered, his bare feet were scattered, and he was beating the ancient drum face a little madly. The sound of a huge drum echoed in the empty valley, and this drum seemed to have some special magical power, and the night birds flew in terror, and the feathers fell off, and the beasts seemed to be frightened by some unbearable fright, and they scurried around in fear.

A herd of yellow, fat wild goats, led by the head sheep, did not care about the emaciated lambs, and desperately jumped and ran in the mountain stream.

The head sheep made a mistake in judgment because of fear, and in a panic, he jumped off the cliff and fell to his death. The other sheep did not know that there was a cliff in front of them, and they all jumped off the cliff one after another, and all of them fell to their deaths in the valley.

"Kill!"

There are faint traces of blood oozing from the mouth and nose of Biqing Lao Dao, and the humane backlash, harnessing the ghosts and gods to interfere with the yang world, will definitely be eaten by the humane luck.

Situ Xing is not only a talented person with meritorious reputation, but also has obtained the token of the Great Cadre Martial Artist, and is favored by the dragon's spirit, and his humanitarian luck is naturally stronger than ordinary people.

Biqing Lao Dao controlled the ghosts and gods, stormed Situ's mansion, and tried to kill Situ Xing, so he would naturally be injured by human luck. This is also the cause of his bleeding from the nose and mouth.

"Situ Xing, you are not an official, nor are you a person with strong luck. Even if you risk the evil dragon qi today, Lao Dao will kill you here. ”

Biqing Lao Dao didn't wipe the blood in his mouth and nose, his eyes showed a ruthless and resolute look, and his fists fell down without hesitation.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The sound of drums can command the ghost soldiers, and it can stimulate the ferocity of the ghost soldiers. Urged by the war drums, the ghost soldiers formed a group and slammed into the city.

Burst!

The black mist and the crimson qi and blood collided, making a squeak, like the sound of snow melting. A trace of black mist was ignited by the blazing qi and blood, and it was instantly evaporated.

"If it is a densely populated place in a big city, the connection of qi and blood is like fire. Not to mention this ghost soldier, even if it comes ten times more, it will be fueled. ”

"But it's a pity that this place is deep in the mountains, and the population in the mansion is only a few dozen, how long can this bit of blood be stopped?"

Looking at the thin blood, a sneer of disdain rose on Biqing's mouth.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The drums of war sounded again, and the battle between the black clouds and the flesh was also divided.

The soldier stood tall at the head of the city, holding his spear tightly, and looked at the ghost soldiers in the black clouds without fear. However, their qi and blood were consumed by yin qi, and they could still feel a little chill on their bodies.

"Soak the arrow in the black dog's blood. ”

"No!"

"No!"

The arrow branch was soaked in the blood of the black dog, whether it was the arrow shaft or the arrow was already faintly red, Yang Shou let them take it out, and used a knife to carve a few special symbols on the arrow shaft. A red light swam around the arrow several times before it finally vanished.

Yang Shou carried an iron tire bow, stretched out the bow and arrows, and looked down with a solemn face. The other soldiers were even more nervous, and sweat was already faintly visible on their foreheads.