On the wall of Lin'an, shouting to kill the sky.

The Japanese ghost warriors are equipped with spiritual energy, each with divine power, and the tall city walls can block all kinds of strong soldiers in this world, but they can't stop these guys.

There are ghosts with wings on their backs, or ghosts who can resist the wind, constantly harassing the city wall, and there are guys who cause fire and thunder, making a mess of the defenses on the city wall.

Ordinary arrows are difficult to keep up with their flying speed.

Often when the black wind flashes, a soldier is caught in the air.

In the midst of the wails, the corpses were brutally dismembered, and the flesh and blood were sprinkled on the city walls, which was almost a devastating blow to the morale of ordinary soldiers.

Not to mention, there are ghosts below who are driven to the city, and these abandoned sons of the Japanese kingdom don't care if they are used as cannon fodder or not.

They can smell sweet flesh and blood, they can smell the soul of fear in front of them, and their hearts are chaotic and thirsty for life, even if they want to die under the knife, they have to fight, eat meat and drink blood.

Ryoma threw these ghost martial arts here and gave them to Zhang Lan as an outcast, which was really an action to "purify the garbage".

There is no salvation for these creatures who have fallen into the darkness.

"Ahh

A captain held a halberd, shouted and encouraged the soldiers, desperately pushing down the ghost warriors who climbed up to the city, but he didn't guard against the evil wind behind him, and his arms were in severe pain, and the whole person was carried into the air by a bat-like monster.

He shouted.

The people next to him wanted to go to the rescue, but they were also taken into the air.

In the midst of the fight, I saw that it was another tragedy.

"Collapse"

The sound of the bowstring and the sharp arrows flew.

The arrow wrapped in true qi swept into the sky, piercing the waist of the bat ghost martial arts, and the stinky blood was scattered across the sky, and as soon as its claws were loosened, the soldiers it brought were thrown back to the city wall.

One was unlucky enough to hit his head first when he fell.

Poof.

Fell and cracked his skull.

The rescued lieutenant endured the pain and looked back.

The warriors with war bows are shooting one after another, arrows are flying, and there are a group of fierce Jianghu guests.

Slash left and kill right, extremely brave.

The place on the city wall is small, and the military array cannot be opened, ordinary soldiers are naturally not as lethal as the warriors, and then look down, there is a steady stream of warriors, rushing to the city wall.

The addition of this new force has given the precarious city defense another guarantee.

But he couldn't see the elite under the command of Wei Hou, or the Tiger Benwei to come to help, and only relied on the ordinary soldiers of these city guards.

Under the onslaught of the ghost martial arts regardless of attrition, it is absolutely impossible to hold it.

With the help of warriors, it's the same.

Could it be that even veterans like Dinghai Shenzhu such as Weihou have given up?

The Lieutenant stood up.

With a knife, he looked at the bustling zombie-like ghosts under the city wall.

He felt a chill in his heart.

This is just cannon fodder sent by the northern army to send them to death, the elite demon soldiers of the northern country, this has not yet appeared!

Lin'an City.

Can it really be kept?

A big question mark, with a chill to the bone, rose in the captain's heart.

Seeing the city ahead, climb up a monster with two horns.

The lieutenant didn't care about anything else.

With a shout, he stepped forward with a knife and slashed.

Fly the hell out of the way.

Since he is here, he does not think of him.

The people of the city are counting on the protection of the city wall, and now the battle line is scorched, and they can't withdraw if they want to, so the captain wiped the blood on his face, gritted his teeth and shouted.

Kill!

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This foreign enemy attacked, and the city was naturally in chaos.

For example, Lin'an City, there are nearly one million people in the city, and the panic after being disturbed naturally does not need to be said, and the streets and alleys are all chaotic.

There were soldiers who hurried through and went in the direction of the city wall, and there were also wounded soldiers who had withdrawn, and they wanted to find a place to recuperate.

Many houses have been demolished to be used as rolling stones, and some people have been conscripted to cook in pots, and the city has been peaceful for almost 30 years since the chaos of the night Zhao Hu entered the city.

Whether it is the war in the distance, or the change of the general trend of the world.

These creepy news will be blocked out by the tall city walls and will not reach the ears of the people.

Nowadays, it is very similar to the reaction of the northerners when Weihou led troops to besiege Yanjing before.

War.

It has never been so clear in front of the public.

Life is better than death.

The rumors that only caused a wave of lamentation in the past have now been thrown in their faces like a slap in the face, but what can they do?

In Lin'an City, an elegant place.

This is the Green House.

But it's not a green house.

The girls here don't do the work of selling skin and meat to make money.

On weekdays, the girls are only welcome when the gentlemen are here.

The peddlers and pawns, no matter how rich they are, can't enter this door, but right now, the most popular and famous Qing Qi people in the building are three or two together, serving an old Taoist priest.

Dressed in a cyan robe, his hair and beard are all white, two white eyebrows fall on both sides of his cheeks, and he smiles very gently, just like a kind old grandfather.

It stands to reason that it is impossible for such a guest to be appreciated by the Qing people.

But now, they are playing the piano and dancing in the room, and there is no displeasure on their faces, as if they want to show the best and most beautiful side to the old man in front of them in this chaotic season.

This one-armed old man.

It is also very elegant.

He sat by the window, with one arm on the mahogany table, his fingers flicking over the table.

The eyes were half-squinted.

It's like being immersed in singing and dancing.

On the table in front of him, there was nothing other luxurious, just a pot of fragrant tea, and a plate of ordinary fennel beans.

It's just a lot of fun.

Outside the window, there was the chaos that was close in front of you.

But it seems that with him here, everything in heaven and earth is as stable as Mount Tai.

"Bang, bang, bang"

The sound of stepping on the stairs quickly shattered the reassuring tranquility of the place.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella and wearing a veil, the mountain mover stepped on the fifth floor, and his movements were rough, which made the ancestor open his eyes.

"It's all burning eyebrows, the ancestor is still interested, what does it mean to enjoy this mortal song and dance, soft?"

The fairy girl glared, just like a tigress coming out of the mountain, and the Qingqi people she saw were all scared like quails.

Pity.

The two people present were not the kind of people who would appreciate this kind of weak beauty.

"Get out!"

The fairy girl said.

One by one, the Qingqi people quickly left this elegant room with various musical instruments.

After they all left, the fairy aunt stepped forward and sat opposite the ancestor, and the sunlight shone in from the window at this moment, shining on the two of them.

It's warmer.

"Why is it so hurried to move mountains?"

The ancestor picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea.

He said:

"A thousand years ago, I let you cultivate your mind and cultivate your mind, but now, you are still such a reckless character, that song, it sounds good, the changes in the world in the past thousand years are also ingenious, there are always things that make people's eyes shine."

"Ancestor, I'm not in a hurry, no matter how many people they come, I have one person and one umbrella, which is enough to destroy it, and I am enough to protect this city."

He grabbed a few fennel beans and threw them into his mouth.

She said:

"It's just that you don't allow me to make a move, and you have to accept Zhao Ming as a beginner, or you want to use the immortal family's means to help him retreat from the enemy, Zhao Ming is anxious, and in an ignorant mortal state, he seems to be panicked, and he asks me repeatedly, which makes me very annoyed.

Ancestor, when will you make a move? ”

"What's the hurry?"

The ancestor basked in the sun and said with a smile:

"This city on earth is a stage, heroes from all walks of life, all walks of life have to take turns to appear, I told you before, this trip, is to see their quality, enough to wait for my Penglai Xianshan feast.

This thousand years later, the era of a hundred flowers of warriors is just like that little song of Fang Cai.

Let the old Taoist also have some fun.

The new scenery, how good, I am reluctant to say goodbye to it, and I don't know if I can see it again in the future.

It's easy to see, but it's hard to don't. ”

The old man smiled, he sighed for a few breaths, and said:

"But since the little baby is in a hurry, let him, and those who are waiting to step on the stage, see the methods of my immortal family."

He said so.

Stretched out his fingers, dipped them in the tea in the cup, and reached out and flicked them lightly.

"Wow"

The cloudless sky suddenly changed.

Thunder streaked across the sky.

Just like the day the ancestor arrived in Lin'an, the storm was full of storms.

The drops of water flew into the sky and turned into thousands of them.

In just a moment, heavy rain fell.

The lightning and thunder, the wind howling, illuminated the entire Lin'an as if from day to night, without the slightest light.

Everything seemed to be suspended.

The panicked people in the city, the soldiers and warriors who fought bloodily on the city wall, and the ghost warriors who roared outside the city to attack the city, everyone was hesitant by the changes in the world.

Those ghost martial artists with more acute senses felt their hearts tremble even more.

It's like a brilliant sky, all overhead.

Just repeat, the sky and the earth change color.

Less than ten breaths.

The rain became heavier and heavier, like a torrent, quickly flooding the whole city.

The wind was like the palm of a hand, blowing the torrential rain towards the city wall, and the raindrops the size of beans hit the soldiers, making them cry out in pain. hit the ghost thing, but it was like sulfuric acid dripping, and white smoke rose from the blood curtain on each body, and they screamed indiscriminately.

But heaven and earth are like cages, where do they flee?

The sound of rain hitting the plantain came from the window.

The Moving Mountain Jun smiled slightly flatteringly.

She said:

"A thousand years later, looking at the ancestor's Yunyu Immortal Mantra, it is still so wonderful, it makes me really tremble."

"If you don't know how to praise people, don't praise them, I'm embarrassed to hear."

When the mountain mover wanted to finish speaking, he heard the ancestor sigh and say:

"You're really not fit for these delicate jobs."

"yes."

The moving mountain gentleman disagreed.

She propped her chin on her hand and watched the rain fall wildly outside the window.

Say:

"If Hongchen is here, maybe he will sing a sour poem, I really don't know how to praise people, but Ancestor, you know me.

I don't lie, it's what it should be, such straightforward praise, but from the bottom of my heart. ”

"Well, that's right."

Old Ancestor stretched out his fingers and picked up another handful of fennel beans.

He said:

"The nature of moving mountains is honest and straight, which Penglai knows from top to bottom, well, the dragon energy in this city is transformed into aura, and it is very sparse, no matter how wonderful it is to move mountains and seas, it can't be done.

It is a pity that the spiritual treasures at hand were also destroyed thousands of years ago.

That's it.

Today, since it is said that the curtain will be opened, there will be another method to show this mortal dust. ”

In the next moment, the beans in the ancestor's hand were scattered out of the window.

The moment the shot was made, the beans disappeared.

On the city wall, the heavy rain was beating, covering more than 10,000 ghosts, like acid rain killing, and the terrifying wail was mixed in the wind, making the hearts of the soldiers tremble.

They saw with their own eyes that those untouchable ghosts were "melted" in this heavy rain.

If you run fast, you can still escape wrapped in white smoke wrapped in a bloody curtain.

Those who run slowly melt into the rain, and their flesh and blood are corroded, and in the end only a piece of blood is left.

And that's not all.

"Boom"

White light shines.

Thunder and lightning swept through the rain curtain and illuminated the gloomy earth.

It was like opening the gate of heaven, and bursts of golden light were sprinkled from the clouds.

The heavy rain that was still enveloping the heavens and the earth was all collected at this moment, and there were no more raindrops in the air, and under the golden light, the figure of the Dao Dao fell from the sky.

Wearing golden helmets and golden armor, wrapped in cloaks, and holding mighty blades, they are like heavenly soldiers descending into the world, falling from the sky to the ground, and in the light of the clouds and rain, they cut through the golden rays.

Hundreds of golden-armored heavenly soldiers smashed into the ground outside the city, like meteors falling to the ground, and the earth shook.

Without saying a word, he rushed forward.

One by one, they were extremely fierce, and their hands rose and fell, knocking those brutal ghosts to the ground.

There are also supernatural spells.

Or resist the wind and fire, or guide the mountain stone, or out of the illusion of Aomori, vines grow.

Just a few hundred people, and they killed through the enemy's ranks.

In less than ten breaths, more than 10,000 ghost martial arts were beaten and collapsed.

Wailing and fleeing.

It was like a black tide rushing to the city wall, slapping the embankment, and then quickly receding.

This scene is only half a pillar of incense, but it is like a human illusion, not only those soldiers who are still holding weapons are standing on the spot.

Even those warriors were stunned.

This...

Is this a retreat?

That's it?

What are they fighting for?

This is the power of the immortals?

A golden-helmeted heavenly soldier dissipated in a pool of blood on the city wall, turning into golden light and rushing into the sky, as if the war was over and he had returned to heaven.

The nearest warrior bent down and picked up something from the disgusting pool of blood.

Put it in the palm of your hand and watch.

A bean.

It's ordinary, and it seems to exude the aroma of cooking.

Fennel beans.

The best side dish to accompany the wine.

"Yards!"

The warrior clasped the beans in his palm and cursed.

The heroes who fought in blood just now will carry their swords and turn around and leave.

"Hey, why are you going?"

Someone behind him asked him, and the man said without looking back:

"Go home."

"Huh? Don't fight? ”

"This kind of supernatural, this kind of gap, it's a fart!"

The man muttered, and under the silent gaze of the warriors, he turned and descended the city wall.

He was routed.

The exterior is intact.

The heart is in ruins.

Definitely.

The warriors looked back at the muddy outside of the city, watching the sun shine in the air again after the rain.

In their hearts, something also quietly shattered.

Powerful.

and self-righteous strength, if it is really two things, the gap is so big, indeed, there is no need to struggle.

"The ancestor is really ruthless."

He held his chin with both hands.

Look out the window at the sun-drenched water stains on the street.

She said a little sullenly:

"Calling for wind and rain, scattering beans into soldiers, they are probably going to be scared out of their guts."

"Huh."

Old Ancestor did not answer.

He looked up at a rainbow in the sky.

Yoyo said:

"If it is said to be a stage in the world, how can everyone be qualified to come on stage? Ancestor, what I want to see is the scenery of the world, the clouds rise and the clouds are comfortable, not the various states of life, the ups and downs.

Even this kind of illusion can't be broken, even if you stay, it is also your life. ”

"Go, move the mountains, and send all the people in the city out of the city."

The ancestor was in the sun, with his eyes closed, like a nap.

Say:

"The so-called heaven has the virtue of a good life, seeing that the war is about to start at this time, don't let them, quarrel my interest, and also help the brave who dare to stay to untie the shackles, and don't have to worry about anything.

Let's just let go and have a fight. ”