The ghost boy snorted, and ten ghost warriors more than two meters tall walked out behind him, looking much stronger than Wei Ling's personal ghost warrior.

I saw that they were all in black suits, their faces were ugly, and some of them had insects coming in and out of their faces. His body was covered with black and red lines, and with a sweep of his fingers, the rune paper on the ghost warrior's body flew into his hand.

And the ghost warriors also lost control, their eyes were full of rage, and the corpse poison on their hands also spread quickly, growing long gray-black nails, extremely sharp.

Ten ghost warriors smelled the blood and frantically joined the battle, and although the army was brave and forward, they also felt a little difficult. Because the person who was scratched by the fingernail of the demon samurai chief quickly became paralyzed and could not move.

It won't be long before it mutates, and the corpse poison enters the body, and the ordinary detoxification pill has no effect at all. The berserk soldiers, indiscriminately slashing with their swords, impacting the otherwise orderly formation.

Seeing that there were more casualties, General Xuzhou didn't care about his back, and directly took out a snow-white rune paper and threw it into the sky.

I saw the golden light falling from the sky, and the undead creatures all let out bursts of wails, and soon their physical strength was exhausted. Although the ghost samurai is strong, they have also been greatly affected.

"It's not good, it's a light rune!" The ghost boy seemed to be very jealous of the rune, and he was originally sure to win, but he didn't expect to encounter a natural enemy. This ghost cultivator is afraid of the power of light, and now that the undead creatures are affected, I am afraid that they will not be defeated.

When the ghost boy saw that four or five ghost warriors had been cut down by the tall woman and the Shadow Slayer, his heart ached. He bit his finger, only to see bright red blood spurting out.

The blood filled the air, smelling the sweet blood, and the undead became fanatical.

The ghost boy sprinkled his blood on the undead, and when Wei Ling saw this, he also followed the master's example, bit his finger and smeared the blood on his ghost warrior.

The ghost warrior who was originally quiet in Wei Ling also became excited, and Wei Ling played the flute, making her join the battle.

And the ghost boy still let the blood spill into the air, and slowly, he became weaker.

At this time, the red light in the valley soared into the sky, and the black qi was frenzied, forming a strange magic circle, which was unusual at first glance.

The light emitted by the black-red circle and the golden light in the sky confronted each other, but the army was miserable in the middle, but the undead creatures had no vision and pain, and they still infected other normal people in the army.

When Lan Xin saw this scene, she felt sour water in her heart, and felt that the smell was very disgusting. But she didn't dare to take this matter lightly, although her strength was low, and she couldn't help much.

But she saw Wei Ling overworking and crumbling, still playing the flute to control the undead. She walked over and supported Wei Ling.

"Take care of him. The ghost boy said a word, and flew into the battlefield. I saw him walking among the corpses, in the rain of blood, with the blood on his fingers, issuing all kinds of commands.

The soldiers who could still fight wanted to kill him and avenge their comrades, but they couldn't get into him. The corpses and undead creatures all seem to have eaten some kind of panacea, and they are upgrading and becoming more and more powerful.

And the army is no longer in formation, and most of the ordinary soldiers are infected and are still standing on the enemy's side. Soon there were only a few high-ranking generals left in the official.

"It's just this nondescript, incomparably ridiculous rune, although it's a bit interesting, but it's too laborious to use it once. Can you still fight me now?" there was still a trace of blood on the fingertips of the ghost boy, and the man looked weak.

But the infected soldier, who was still wearing a military uniform, was like a little child, trying to drink the blood from his hands.

This scene made the tall woman from Lanzhou, the general who led the troops in Xuzhou very angry, but his subordinates have now become a thing that is not a ghost or a ghost.

"Hahaha" The strange male voice laughed maniacally, and his servants obeyed their master's orders, and the golden light in the sky became extremely dim at this time.

"Garbage runes. The ghost boy said disdainfully.

"Kill him and avenge his comrades. "General Xuzhou just used the rune of chicken ribs, but she didn't expect the rune that cost most of her strength to be so unbearable, resulting in a dilemma now.

"You three, it seems that you still have some strength, it is better to stay, be my ghost warrior, maybe I can upgrade one of you to a ghost warrior. The arrogant voice of the ghost boy made several big women burn with rage.

The three of them joined forces and rushed up from all sides, trying to fight their way out to end this disgusting big devil.

The oni warriors immediately greeted them and fought with the three of them. And Lan Xin saw that the battle situation was clear, and hurriedly asked Wei Ling, who was already a little mad beside him, and said, "Stop, stop, stop blowing." ”

The ghost boy also looked back at Wei Ling, who was covered in black gas, but said nothing.

Wei Ling has been blowing that disturbing tune, combined with a ghost cultivation method.

Wei Ling seemed to have returned to the Lan Family School Palace, and at that critical moment when the fire was soaring, he and his classmates ran out desperately. When they saw the army, they were delighted.

But he didn't expect to usher in the bow and arrow of the god of death, he saw his classmates lying in a pool of blood, and the expression on his immature face was still happy when he died. He may not have died thinking of why his trusted army would kill him.

That little child is only 4 years old, and two days ago I asked him to teach him to play the flute, so cute, so fragrant and soft body is now forever cold.

And the bow and arrow that shot at him, he still remembered that it was shot by a cavalryman wearing a protective shield and riding on a horse, and he could never forget the cold eyes and the pain that pierced his heart for the rest of his life.

He remembered that night, his parents quarreled, his mother was rich, and his father had always been strong. But that night, my mother fell ill in a blink of an eye, and my father let himself hide in the box, and then they were both taken away by officers and soldiers.

He sneaked out, followed, and saw where his parents were locked. Every day, I pick up something on the side of the road that others don't want, or eat some weeds, and whenever I have time, I look at the place where my parents are locked up to see if they have been released.

But what he was waiting for was fire, and he had no relatives. He was desperate, came to the Lan Family School Palace, played the flute with his father since he was a child, and easily entered the Lan Family School Palace.

Wei Ling was in a trance, he saw his father's eager face, saw his mother's gentle appearance, saw the scene of his classmates learning to play the piano and dance, and heard their laughter.

Wei Ling's heart was full of anger, he was going to kill these officers and soldiers. The instructor who bullied Lan Xin in an official uniform, he regretted that he didn't kill her with his own hands.

Lan Xin was very scared when she saw such a scene: "Brother Wei, Brother Wei, what's wrong with you?"

Lan was so anxious that she couldn't help it, and suddenly she took down the flute in Wei Ling's hand and covered Wei Ling's mouth with her hand. And Wei Ling also fell into Lan Xin's arms.