"Your Highness, has something happened to the Land of the Dead?" Soul Eater asked nervously.

200 people, not much, but definitely not a minority.

"Nothing has changed, it's just that there is a magic weapon against the sky here, which can allow the people of our Netherworld Temple to quickly improve their strength." Nightshade said calmly.

"If there is such a thing, how can 200 people be enough? Why don't we send 20,000 people over? ”

"Are so many people here not showing their stuffing? After all, it's someone else's stuff. We can only quietly transfer back the people who brought here before and replace them with a new batch, so that God doesn't know it. ”

"Your Highness is brilliant. I'll go and transfer troops right away. Right away! Soul Eater walked much faster with excitement.

He thought to himself, wouldn't it be a loss if he didn't follow the past before? I've heard for a long time that there are a lot of good things in the Land of the Dead, but this time I don't know what kind of magic weapon against the sky is, so I have to take a look at whatever I say.

After he came to the barracks, he didn't even look at it, he directly took out the roster, and dragged away 200 people from high to low.

All the soldiers were confused, what were they doing when they were transferred to the Land of Death? Could it be that what's going on over there? It can't be a war, right?

Some boldly and cautiously asked Soul Eater: "General Soul Eater, did these two hundred people make any mistakes?" Why transfer to the Land of the Dead? ”

Soul Eater sneered, "What do you know? Pull them to be blessed in the past. What a mistake! ”

Then the man asked, "What blessings can be found in the land of death?" General Soul Eater, although I am lonely and unheard, I also know that the land of death is full of yang energy, and the ghost energy is cut off, it is the Jedi of ghosts, where will it be tormented, how can it be happiness? ”

Soul Eater replied angrily, "Then you are really lonely, that is all before. Now the princess has built a city there, and the place of the dead has been renamed the underworld. There are more ghosts than we do. It's a pity that you don't have this blessing, and your cultivation is not up to the standard of going to the land of death. ”

The other ghosts gasped when they heard this. Building a city in the Land of the Dead? That's a Jedi, ordinary ghosts really can't think of it, what is the structure of the princess's brain? How many ghosts can survive in that city called Difu? The blessing that General Soul Eater said, it's better not to want it.

"Okay, after all the nonsense, don't waste any more time, the 200 ghosts just named will set off with me immediately."

The 200 ghosts all looked as if they were going to die, and their faces were tragic. What kind of bad luck did today?

Inside the underworld, in a clearing near the eighteenth layer of hell.

Wang Yuankui took Mo Ran's oracle and brought out the 500 new ghosts.

He looked at the 500 people, and sure enough, as the princess had described, cowering, timid as a mouse, and panicked when some of them were in trouble. How can such a ghost become a great thing?

Nightshade stood not far behind him, seeing him bring out the 500 new ghosts he had brought with him, not knowing what to do.

"Ahem." Wang Yuankui cleared his throat, took out the special loudspeaker in the department store, and said to the group of ghosts, "Ladies and gentlemen, we are fortunate to meet in the underworld and become a member of the underworld, so we are a family.

I have heard all about what you have happened to you in the yang world, and I deeply sympathize with you. Who ruined your happy life? Who destroyed your beautiful home, who broke up your wife and family? Don't you hate? Don't you hate the demons who killed you? Are you willing to let them continue to wreak havoc on the Three Realms? ”

The group of ghosts below was silent for a long time, and finally a young child's voice spoke: "Hate, of course hate, but what can we weak ghosts do?" ”

"There's so much you can do. First of all, not everyone is very strong at the beginning, you have to keep sharpening yourself and make yourself strong.

Secondly, as long as you have the heart, the power of one person is small, and when everyone unites, the strength will be condensed and become strong.

In the end, the purpose of the demon race is to subvert the Three Realms, if we don't work hard, then there will never be a chance to turn over. Because the demons don't even let go of our ghosts in the underworld. If you don't explode in silence, you die in silence. ”

All the ghosts were silent, quietly thinking about Wang Yuankui's words.

Night Shadow was also silent, are all the ghosts under Mo Ran's consciousness so high?

Wang Yuankui was secretly proud, those words were arranged for me by the princess early in the morning.

Wang Yuankui exerted his strange body in front of the ghosts, and the ghosts only felt that there was a flower in front of them, and the people in front of them floated into the distance like a gust of wind.

"Princess Shadow said, if you want to take revenge, you can learn from me. If you don't want revenge, please learn from me. Why? Because I learned my skills, I can run a little faster when I encounter demons. ”

Night Shadow laughed at Wang Yuankui's words. But think about it, the words are not rough, and if you are not afraid of no firewood, this can't be wrong.

"Okay, if you don't want to learn from me, please take a step forward, I'm not reluctant." Wang Yuankui said calmly.

The group of five hundred ghosts was silent, and no one moved a single step.

Wang Yuankui was beating a drum in his heart, did he dare, or was everyone willing?

"Ahem, then I'll put it another way. If you're willing to learn from me, please step forward. ”

Although everyone's steps are inconsistent, they can clearly see that everyone has taken steps.

Wang Yuankui made up his mind, he was afraid that there would be many people who would quit, and he would not be able to explain to the princess.

"Since everyone is willing, let's start with the first one on the left. I'm going to test your speed. ”

Nightshade's eyebrows twisted, measuring speed? How exactly did Mo Ran plan it?

Wang Yuankui took out a flat and round object from his arms, and there was a bulge on the top of the item.

"The first one on the left steps forward, and when they listen to my command, they will run to the place where a flag is planted in front of them."

The first one on the left is a tall, lanky man with slightly protruding eyes.

"Ready, run!" Wang Yuankui shouted.

All the ghosts were stunned, and the tall and thin man instantly came to his senses and hurried forward.

Wang Yuankui pinched off the stopwatch the moment he ran.

"The princess said that the distance is 100 meters. The time of this stopwatch is 314. It's fast. ”

So fast! Nightshade exclaimed. These ghosts don't usually pay much attention to them. Generally, the speed of new ghosts is not much different from that of ordinary people, but the body is lighter.

Could it be that speed is the racial talent of this type of ghost? But I didn't know that these ghosts could run so fast, and how did Mo Ran know about it?

In the Land of the Dead, there is a new surprise every day. I'm starting to understand why Blastwind loves staying here so much.