"Where are these 10,000 ghost disciples!" Chilu said loudly, "I'm afraid there are 100,000!"

"Can you hear me!" Tell me your location!" Sanskrit said loudly, taking out his letter card.

The two of them rushed into the enemy army, and their swords fell, and they had already cut a clear path with a ban. The ghosts dissipated.

"Sanskrit! Hold the front of 1,300 miles!" Mu Cang sent a message.

In front of him, there was a dark place, the ghosts were rampant, the body was covered in pitch black and broken, the feet did not touch the ground, the whereabouts were extremely fast, and the phantoms shuttled.

"Beware of the Blackthorns!Beware of Three-Finger Assassination!" Sanskrit said loudly.

The whereabouts of the Spirits are secretive, and only a few officers in the Ministry of Military Affairs have seen the Spirits. Even Chilu, who has been in the army for many years, is the first time to fight against ghosts and ghosts in actual combat.

Sanskrit and Chilu stabbed forward together. Suddenly, a sharp shadow struck the face, cutting the Sanskrit sound and the red Lu interval. Before the two of them could see clearly, they only felt several Yin Owl spiritual powers attacking each other.

Fanyin's steps were shattered, and she retreated again and again, only because the opponent's attack was fierce, and her steps were temporarily out of order. Turning sideways, Fanyin opened his palm, and the ice defense shield could be opened, only to see a one-person-high cold shield lit up in front of Fanyin. A strand of her sideburns black hair was cut off from the cold shield. The dark spiritual power was thrown on top of the cold shield, and the cold shield collapsed instantly.

Fanyin made a sharp leap and soared into the air, and dozens of black thorns on the ground and underground struck again, and where Fanyin was standing, the solid ice surface had cracked. A bend in the air will dodge the attack.

Huo Di, a punch of spiritual power came to the side of Sanskrit. Sanskrit sound turns and lands.

"What the fuck is this!" Chiru cursed. Fanyin looked over and saw that the cloak of his half-body military coat had been cut.

"Ghost disciples!" Sanskrit replied.

"I didn't even even see my fucking face clearly, so I ripped Lao Tzu's clothes!" Chiru screamed angrily. The punch just now was swung by Chilu, not because he saw the attack route of the ghost disciples, but because he saw Fanyin flashing in the air, and with his combat experience, he swung a punch in the direction of Fanyin to relieve her.

"Watch the top of your head!" Sanskrit shouted urgently. A sword light slashed towards the Chilu Noodles Gate.

"Holy shit!" Chiru scolded. Sanskrit Yin's sword aura has arrived in an instant. I only heard a "poof", followed by a rough roar, and a ghost shattered in front of the tip of Chilu's nose, five inches away.

Fanyin's sword qi pierced the ghost disciple in front of Chilu's body, and his spiritual power did not decrease, and he slashed straight towards Chilu. Chilu hurriedly flashed to the side, only to hear another howl behind him, and another black-faced ghost disciple was cut down by Sanskrit, killing two birds with one stone.

"Boss, you almost cut me down!" exclaimed Chiru.

"You were almost cut by it!" Van Yin yelled, "Hurry up! Stay on guard!" Just as the two eight-foot-long ghosts came forward, like a torn sack piece, with four horns thrusting, strange appearance, as if hands and feet, fiddling indiscriminately, pinching Chilu, and instantly enveloping him.

"Why didn't I see that thing just now!It's too fast!Or is my spiritual magic too weak!How did you see the boss!" Chilu was surprised all the way.

"The spiritual power of those two ghost disciples just now is much higher than that of you and me! The action is secretive! I saw it because I set up the Bafang Ling Mirror around me, otherwise I wouldn't have caught it!"

"Are they going to eat me? Such a powerful guy! How did you become a ghost! I fucking obeyed! Thank you for saving me, boss!" Don't look at the Chilu eight-foot man, but I always think that ghosts are ghosts, and nine times out of ten they are dead people, and it's a little crazy to think about it.

"No one is afraid! You are still afraid of ghosts! Are you ashamed!" Fanyin knew that he was afraid of ghosts, and teased him.

"Who said I was scared! Didn't I never see it!

"Ling's body and spiritual power are all different from human beings, their whereabouts are erratic, there is no routine track, they are done in one go, we can't catch it for a while, and it's normal that we can't adapt to it. ”

"It's like a ghost!"

"If it's really as you said, the spirit was a human before it was born, maybe we can deal with it better. Chilu pondered Sanskrit's words and seemed to make sense, "Tell everyone! She killed as she spoke, and countless ghosts approached and retreated. Many ghost disciples had already sensed the great lethality of Fanyin and Chilu, and they did not dare to approach it easily.

"Ghost disciples are most afraid of hitting with a single blow! Their spiritual power is not renewable, cannot be repaired, and the degree of consumption far exceeds that of us humans, and once it is exhausted, it will be wiped out in an instant. Chilu, tell the warriors. If you can't fight hard, you can use a war of attrition!" said Sanskrit Yin, but he felt empty in his heart. How could there be so many of them!

"Boss, could it be that all these things came from the Great Desolation?" Chiru shouted.

"Great desolation?" thought to Fanyin, "and that's the only place to go." The great desolation, the cliff of the end...... Nine Weeks ......"

"Boss, what are you talking about?"

"Nothing, I just, I just thought of a legend that my father said to me. ”

"It's all at this juncture, let's not think about uncle first. I'll see you later, I'll kill you and it's over!" Chilu said, already thinking about it again.

"I know, I just!" Sanskrit said somehow. Just now Chilu asked her where she came from, so many ghost disciples, maybe people are in a hurry, thinking of many small things that they ignored before, and the more anxious they are, the more stringed they up. "Red Stone, Lonely Cliff, Great Desolation, End Cliff, Nine Weeks!

"What are you talking about!"

"I'm talking about the legend of Jiuzhoutian! Have you heard of it?"

"No!" said Chilu, who had already mistaken his eyes. With his years of military career and combat experience, Chilu quickly adapted to the number of ways in which the ghosts attacked. Coupled with the full power of inspiration, he was gradually able to detect the direction before the ghost attack, which greatly increased the effectiveness of his attacks.

"No?" Sanskrit was puzzled. At this time, the ghosts around them suddenly withdrew, and the two of them were empty for a while and gathered together. "Haven't you heard the legend of the Nine Weeks?" Sanskrit didn't believe it, "Think about it again!"

"You really don't have it! Don't you know my human brain? It's so sober! I've heard it, and I'll never forget it. ”

Fanyin said in his heart, that's right, this person Chilu looks like he usually has a big face, he never makes mistakes, and he has nothing to say about his military literacy, tactical ability, and memory ability. is diametrically opposed to his appearance of five big and three thick.

"Why don't you know, I'm going to send a message to the lieutenant general immediately!" said Sanskrit, who had already pinched the letter card and passed it out.

"What did you just say about the Nine Weeks, and the Disciple Cliff mentioned by the Lord before, what are they?"

"Lord?" Sanskrit Yin paused in his mind, and suddenly opened his mouth, and suddenly realized, "That's it! It's like this! It must be like this!"

"What's wrong!" Chilu followed.

"You don't know, I know, and the Lord will know. What I know is what my father told me! It was the story that my father told me."

"Don't say tongue twisters!

"Red Gold Stone! Hidden Cliff! Beautiful Face! Nine Zhou Tian! I remember!" Fanyin shouted, while opening the shadow screen in his hand, he hurriedly connected with the deputy general! "My father is a descendant of the fifth family of the Military and Political Department of Jiuxiao Kingdom! He knows this legend! Eighty percent, eighty percent is not a legend! It must be like this, it is the countries that have blocked this secret! But! But our fifth family secretly wrote down this secret and told it to future generations!"

"Uncle Muxi, did you hear me?" Fanyin looked at the shadow screen and said hurriedly, and the signal gradually connected, "Uncle Muxi! It's the legend of the Nine Weeks! The red stone and the ghost wall have appeared! It's the legend of the Nine Weeks!" Fanyin had a hunch that she didn't have time to finish all the words with Beitang Muxi, the signal on the shadow screen was getting worse and worse, and she couldn't see the shadow of Beitang Muxi anymore. I only heard a "click", and the film screen shattered.