Woo woo –

It was like a fog falling around the first city, and there were weeping voices like complaints.

The soldiers or literati on the city wall can faintly see the hideous souls floating in the pervasive ghost fog.

"This is no ordinary ghost mist, it should have come from the Netherworld. ”

A literati stared at the ghost mist road, and soon found that it was not the ghost mist on the misty ice field, but the ghost mist coming from the netherworld, with a strong netherworld aura.

Otherwise, why would there be so many dead souls?

"From the Netherworld?"

Someone frowned, clutched at the pervasive ghost mist, and said, "Could it be that the Netherworld has changed again?"

"That's all there is to it. ”

There is humanity.

At this time, everyone's faces sank.

Could it be that the ghost emerging from the ghost fog is a harbinger of the "weird" attack on the Ten Thousand Miles Pavilion?

"All the soldiers obey the order, stick to the long pavilion for thousands of miles, and don't take a step back!" On the north city wall, a middle-aged general in armor stared at the emerging dead soul and said coldly.

"No!"

The soldier said in a loud voice.

The scribes and Wen Xiang sitting in the middle of the pavilion all had solemn faces and looked coldly at the darkness in front of them. At the same time, pay attention to the lanterns around you, and always be ready to inject the literary qi so as not to extinguish the lanterns.

The so-called Wanli Long Pavilion is composed of Wen Pavilions, and the Wen Light emitted by the Wen Pavilions blocks the Huangquan ghost land, so that the evil ghosts cannot pass through the Wen Guang.

Anything that is illuminated by the light will burn like a flame.

At this time, there were no evil ghosts, crawling out of the ghost land of Huangquan, but there were dead souls emerging in the darkness, struggling frantically to get out.

Zihyun –

At this time, all the souls that were irradiated by Wen were burned with a layer of white light.

"Ahhh

One by one, the souls of the dead were screaming, trying to burrow back into the darkness, but the white light flames could not be shaken off.

But in the blink of an eye, the souls that emerged were burned by the lamp.

These are just ordinary revenants, and they can't be compared to the evil spirits at all, and they can't even resist the time of three breaths.

But.

There are too many souls emerging from the darkness.

The light of the lamp burned off one layer, and another layer emerged, seemingly endlessly.

At first, the scribe who sat in the Wenting Pavilion didn't worry too much, after all, it was just an ordinary ghost. However, when he saw that the souls of the dead could not be extinguished, his face gradually became solemn.

The scribe extinguished a hundred souls through the lamp, and it didn't take long to consume the spirit.

Even a thousand dead souls could be easily destroyed by the scribes.

But what about a hundred thousand, a million, or even a million?

Can a scribe still handle this?

There is no need for millions, tens of millions, only 100,000 is enough to consume a lot of the scribes.

But at this time, there are more evil ghosts rushing out of the Yellow Springs ghost land?

How else could the scribes cope?

So at this time, many literati changed their faces greatly.

These suddenly emerging souls, is it "weird" specially used to consume the literary atmosphere? Moreover, the Ten Thousand Miles Long Pavilion is thousands of miles long, and I don't know which one of the literary pavilions lacks the literary atmosphere. Even if you know about it, you can't make up for it in the first place......

Although the people who guard the Wanli Pavilion are not only great sages, but also great Confucians, as well as Wenxiang.

But the main force sitting in the Wenting Pavilion is the scribes and scholars.

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On the misty ice field south of the first city, layers of ghost mist rolled in, accompanied by countless ferocious spirits, making the terrifying misty ice field even more terrifying.

"Kill, kill, kill—"

The roar of a ferocious spirit was heard from the ghostly mist.

At this time, the billowing ghost mist pressed towards the first city, bursting out with a terrifying murderous aura, which shocked the soldiers on the southern city wall.

"What's the matter with these spirits?"

A soldier asked in horror.

Seeing so many fierce spirits for the first time, I couldn't help but tremble.

These fierce spirits are also at the lowest level of scribes, and the highest is at the level of great sages, and there are quite a few of them. Originally, there were not many soldiers guarding the southern city wall, but now that so many fierce spirits are killing, how can they stop it?

Normally, the walls are strong enough to ward off evil spirits.

But at this time, there are too many fierce spirits killed, even at the level of Great Confucianism, and even at the level of Great Sage.

The walls were hard to resist.

At this time, the soldiers on the city wall, and even suspected that the fierce spirits on the misty ice field, were all killed.

"It's too much, and I ask for reinforcements. ”

A military general was shocked.

"Piano please. ”

There is a soldier's way.

The soldiers listened to the order, waited for the fierce spirit to get close to a hundred paces, and then assassinated them with arrows. The general guarding the southern wall said in a loud voice, his eyes coldly looking at the fierce spirits in the distance.

White light burst out from the city walls, turning into a rain of arrows and shooting towards the ghost mist.

However, the city wall can block the fierce spirits below the level of Wenxiang, but it is difficult to stop the level of Confucianism, while the fierce spirits of the great sage level can directly enter the first city.

However, according to the past situation, there were very few fierce spirits of the Great Sage level who killed the First City.

Don't say it's the first city.

But at this time, the middle-aged general saw several Confucian-level fierce spirits and killed them towards the first city. As for the fierce spirits of the great sage, they may still be hidden in the ghost fog waiting for an opportunity.

It makes it even more terrifying.

"Two hundred steps. ”

"One hundred and fifty steps!"

The middle-aged general said coldly, and when the fierce spirit approached a hundred steps, he shouted: "Shoot!"

Woohoo –

On the city wall, arrows shot out, bursting with white light.

Whether it is a revenant, a vicious, or even an evil ghost, ordinary feather arrows can't hurt it at all, but it's different after injecting Wen Qi.

The so-called literary arrow is an arrow that has been processed and injected with literary energy.

Poof-

A literary arrow bursting with white light, after piercing a scribe-level fierce spirit, did not stop, and even had the strength to shoot it.

When shot at the second fierce spirit, it seemed that the Wen arrow finally ran out of energy, and the entire arrow shattered.

However, the two spirits were only seriously injured.

And didn't die.

However, the arrows are like rain, and the fierce spirit is difficult to avoid, and it is possible to be shot by more than ten arrows......

A round of arrows was fired, and the middle-aged general frowned, hesitated for a moment and ordered: "Stop!"

Whew—

All the soldiers immediately stopped, all looking at each other with some doubts.

And on the misty ice field, it seems that countless fierce spirits and dead souls are fighting each other, which makes some soldiers on the city wall surprised.

That's why the middle-aged general stopped.

"Hey, why did they kill themselves?" a soldier said curiously, as if he couldn't figure it out, "Haha, kill well, let's kill it, it's best to die together." ”

"A fierce spirit is a fierce spirit, and a dead soul is a dead soul, and it is not to be mixed up. ”

Someone couldn't help but say.

At this time, the soldiers on the city wall were all relieved.

However, some people such as the middle-aged general frowned, and there was a faint worry in their hearts. Looking at it, it seems that the fierce spirits and the dead souls are fighting, but in fact, the fierce spirits are slaughtering the dead souls one by one......

And it's not as simple as slaughter.

It's devouring!

"Oh no, the spirits are devouring the souls of the dead!"

At this time, the general's face changed, and he hurriedly said in a loud voice: "After the fierce spirit devours the soul, it will become stronger!"

When the soldiers on the city wall heard this, their faces also changed greatly.

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