This grim smile made everyone present feel a chill in their hearts.

Seeing that the blood in the barrel was about to bottom out, the blood was completely absorbed by the hedron that had just been placed, and not a single drop was missed. The black fog attached to the black light became thicker and thicker, and it seemed that the picture beyond the black light was about to be lost.

In the last moments, there was a picture in their eyes that was difficult to drive away in their minds.

Jing Shun's body finally collapsed after the blood completely drained in the barrel. He also seemed to have completed his final mission, lying down on the ice.

Jing Shun's limp body turned green at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye, his body was complete, and it was full of blisters, expanding, and there seemed to be something in it that opened his eyes full of ferocity, and clusters of ghostly fires kept beating in them.

Jing Shun's body is actually a place to raise ghosts! This may be the meaning of feeding ghosts. He fed all his blood and soul to the ghosts.

"Bang", the blister bursts. Two of the clusters of ghostly fires finally regained their sight, swaying into the air, and between the squirming of the black mist, a powerful ghost revealed its body, and its green eyes stared directly at the city wall, revealing its murderous intentions!

"Bang", another blister swelled, and another ghost came out.

The black mist above the light curtain condensed, and they could no longer see the scenery outside, but at this moment, just when they saw the fierce ghosts crawling out of it, there were no less than ten.

And Jing Shun has long since turned into a cloud of smoke and passed away, leaving no trace in this world.

All the barbarian legends are ugly, these ten powerful ghosts join the sky to the little ghosts, that will cause a qualitative change, can their people resist it?

"It's hard. Wang Zai shrugged his shoulders helplessly, listening to the screams that sounded one after another in Beiliang City behind him, and he was extremely puzzled. Didn't you just want Nangong Fan to risk her life? Why did it suddenly develop into the current appearance?

Nangong Fan didn't have any intention of blaming Wang Zai, knowing that his caution was all for his own sake. The devil knows what will appear when he goes to break the hedron himself, will it be eaten by the energy in it?

These are all unknowns.

The light curtain is like a real thing, as if it is really a huge and incomparably large lid, covering Beiliang City under it, blocking all the ice and snow falling from the sky, and the snowflakes slide down the arc of the light curtain and are deposited under the city wall.

Of course, the people in these pictures are completely invisible.

When this light curtain was formed, two worlds were formed inside and outside Beiliang City. Inside it became an island in the sea, which was the real isolation. Unlike the soldiers on the city wall before, at least they can look into the distance, and there are still some unrealistic thoughts in their hearts.

Although he did not expect that when this idea was realized, it would bring even more terrifying and terrifying scenes.

Nangong Fan stood proudly in the sky, moving forward with his sword, he had to try how many catties and taels of black light curtain formed by this ghost city without knowing how many resources it spent.

Nangong Fan's eyes gradually became deeper, and under the light dance of the long sword, the whistling wind gathered out of thin air.

At this moment, there were more green streams flying in the sky above Beiliang City, which had darkened all of a sudden, gathering together from all directions, like a small bird flying happily in the dark night, and it was estimated that the entire northern territory had never seen such a celestial phenomenon.

Suddenly, a little red light lit up, and it became bigger and bigger.

The residents below subconsciously gave birth to this feeling, and in the next moment, they reacted that this was a strong man's strong attack, and the panic in their hearts couldn't help but decrease a lot. They held their breath and paused, hoping for the light to return.

The sky in the north is not very pretty, it looks the same all year round, the sky is full of deep clouds, and snowflakes are constantly falling. But nothing could be more comfortable than this endless darkness.

The flames grew hotter and hotter under the strong wind, and the wind seemed to change, the cold snap was prominent, and the blue, red, and blue light shone brightly in the sky.

Nangong Fan moved, and as soon as he moved, he appeared next to the light curtain and slashed down with a sword.

Countless afterimages loomed in the middle, and Nangong Fan could see every movement very clearly. Raise your sword, gather momentum, and slash down.

It seems that a full hundred Nangong fans appeared out of thin air all of a sudden, and they were working together.

A whole hundred brilliant sword lights appeared in the sky, merging into one, and the monstrous sword light seemed to divide the sky in half.

The sword slashed above the light curtain in countless expectant eyes.

Time seems to have stopped.

The wind stops, the flames go out, and the snow melts.

The sword light was annihilated in the brilliance, and a ray of blood loomed from the brilliance, seamlessly connected.

The blood slashed down from the top of the light curtain, against the light curtain.

This blood ray is intimidating to see, and there is a terrifying demonic nature mixed with it, and even Hu Teng felt his hard skin tremble. His proud body doesn't seem to be able to stop this slightly evil blood?

The sound of slight friction came one after another from the sky to everyone's ears, making people have goosebumps all over their bodies.

Nangong Fan slid from the sky all the way to the city wall with the black dragon sword in his hand.

A white light loomed over the light curtain, and was soon drowned out by the wriggling black mist.

The sky returned to darkness, and the monstrous sword light, as brilliant as fireworks, also disappeared quickly like fireworks, without bringing up a little dust, and came to an end in splendor.

Nangong Fan shook his weak right hand helplessly, and this way down, the black dragon sword was unscathed, but he himself was tortured by the anti-shock force.

Even if Wang Zai was so unguarded and let him slash with the black dragon sword, he would have to lose half his life for it. However, this extremely sharp black dragon sword had a feeling that he had no idea what to do with this light curtain that seemed to be only a thin layer.

Wang Zai's eyes were clear, and he carefully observed the light curtain, and did not make a random move.

Hu Teng is not as calm as Wang Zai, Nangong Fan's shot inspired him, and he lost his temper together, half squatting, sprinting, punching, all in one go. The power of the golden light was amazing, but it was only thunder and rain, and it did not set off even a single wave on the light curtain.

Hu Teng retracted his fists and stood up, no longer shooting, and this light curtain did not seem to explode as easily as imagined.

Therefore, I have to admire the methods of the ghost town, as long as they are willing to pay their blood, it is not difficult to imprison the legend of consummation.

When the smart people saw the magnificent momentum of Nangong Fan's shot, and Hu Teng's punch did not make waves, they had already given up their plans to make a tentative move. I began to think about what the ghost city should do next, and it would never just trap them and finish it, the resources consumed in vain were too much, and the gains outweighed the losses. No one believed that a ghost town would make such a loss-making deal.

So what will be the goal of a ghost town?

Nangong Fan had already thought of it, the quality of the cultivators of the original Zi Niu Xing, how could the quality of Beiliang City be so high at this time? Zi Niu Xing could give birth to dozens of powerful ghosts, so what about here? Maybe a legend can be catalyzed into a powerful ghost. Even the fierce ghosts that are better than the fierce ghosts have some chance of being bred here.

This is a great temptation that cannot be resisted by ghost keepers who use ghosts as a means.

There are also barbarians who are unwilling to be trapped like this, and they can't see the familiar sky in the past, even if the ice and snow are shaky, it is more comfortable than this black eye. Or is it the panic that is spreading in their hearts that makes it difficult for them to help themselves?

They struck, punching and bombarding the light curtain, without even a ripple, and continued to bombard.

Nangong Fan ignored this meaningless struggle, took a few steps back and stood with Wang Zai and Hu Teng, and glanced at the Beiliang City together.

"This ghost town has such a big appetite, and we haven't even come to the door to ask for an explanation, so we are delusional about serving us to a pot. Hu Teng's eyes were full of golden light, like a god of war standing here, bringing a trace of anger to the slightly flustered Beiliang soldiers. With such a powerful and reckless man by his side, he felt more at ease.

"The appetite of the famous city has never been small. Wang Zai's face was indifferent, without the slightest hint of surprise.

Who dares to say that there is no shadow of a famous city in the overthrow of the dynasty in the past? Even the 10,000-year-old famous gate of Zhongtianzong has felt a mortal threat and closed the mountain gate for more than a few hundred years.

"What's next?" asked Hu Teng. It would be too difficult for him, a reckless man who has always only paid attention to subduing people with his fists, to use his brain to study what a large number of people should do next.

As soon as Wang Zai was about to speak, Nangong Fan suddenly said, "Wait, isn't it darker than just now?"

"Hmm. It seems to be a little darker. Wang Zai looked around a few times and said softly.

"It doesn't matter if he is secret......

Before Hu Teng's words had completely fallen, terrifying waves of sound sounded from all directions of the ghost city.

"Whew. ”

The ghost cries and the wolf howls, which can make the child stop crying.

These sounds converged together, setting off a monstrous wind and waves, and there was also black fog all over Beiliang City, which was covered by the light curtain and permeated the sky over Beiliang City.

Boundless black mist surged, filling all gaps at a speed visible to the naked eye. It's black in front of you. Even the three people who were standing very close to each other looked in a haze when they looked at each other at this time.

The black fog is flourishing, and at this time, not to mention that you can't see your five fingers, it's not far away. It's only a matter of time before you can't see your fingers.

"Can you still hear me?" Wang Zai's voice sounded beside him.

Several "cans" sounded together.

On the occasion of the change and rebirth, Uncle Qian took everyone under his command and came here with the location in his memory. The thought of hugging the thighs is unmistakable.

No one knew what would come out of the black fog in the next second, and they were all very worried.

"Legendary ghosts. It should all be ghost-level existences. Wang Zayouyou said, "No wonder there is no trace of the big guy outside Beiliang City." ”

"Huh. We always thought that Beiliangcheng was safe and sound, so we kept playing leather there. Hu Teng laughed to himself.

"I don't blame you, no one expected this to be so serious. Wang Zai said indifferently, "It seems that the ghost town wants to cover up its own deeds of manipulating people with ghosts, and it has been fully prepared since the matter was revealed." Now he can only kill it by his own ability. ”

"I felt a little uncomfortable. A slightly old voice rang out. Nangong Fan remembered this voice, he was the farthest person in the barbarian clan except for the priest of Zilong, and it was said that he was only one line away from breaking through to consummation.

"Ice Bear Priest, please speak clearly. Even Hu Teng is a little jealous of it.

"It seems that something is pulling at the old soul, it can't be that we die here and turn into ghosts, right?" the Ice Bear Priest's slow voice was very uncomfortable, "No wonder Brother Zilong said that this is the biggest crisis of the barbarians in ten thousand years. ”

"It's possible. Wang Zai said, "The ghosts that roared just now must be dealt with, and if they are allowed to slaughter the inhabitants of the city, it will not end well." It looks like it's time to score heads. ”

"Well, the old man won't go with you, and it's not too difficult for the old man to subdue a few powerful ghosts. After the Ice Bear Priest finished speaking, Nangong Fan saw a ghostly light disappear in the black fog and disappear without a trace.

Except for Xiao Ran, Nangong Fan didn't find a priest who was not eccentric.

"I'll go in one direction, too. The rest of the Zilong tribe except Xiao Ran and the barbarian walked forward in a group. Uncle Qian's voice sounded, "Brother Wang, you are also familiar with these two guys, so please leave it to you." ”

One after another people left.

Just a moment, there was a sound of fighting not far away.

"The ghosts here seem to be stronger. Wang Zaiguang easily made a judgment just by listening to the sound of the fight.