The book is picked up again

"I throw in the towel!"

Gu Siming almost screamed with all his strength, sweat had soaked through his clothes, and at that moment, he only felt that the blood in front of him was stained, and he felt that his soul was broken.

Under the pressure, he couldn't afford to resist at all, so he could only raise the flag and surrender.

Not only him, but also all the corpses of Luluo Mountain under him, the earth-destroying force has completely broken the defense line in their hearts.

There is only surrender, only surrender.

"Good."

Midnight walked out, came to Gu Siming, raised one hand, and pointed to his eyebrows.

Shout!

A cloud of silver flames flew out from Gu Siming's eyebrows, and he couldn't resist in the slightest, so he could only let Midnight pull out his soul fire and imprint his soul imprint.

"Lord Night!"

Gu Siming knelt on the ground and surrendered.

"Lead your army and join me in the battle!"

Midnight said lightly.

"Dare to ask your lord, who is the next target?" Gu Siming followed behind Midnight and asked after a moment of contemplation.

"Do you have a plan?" Midnight turned to look at him.

"It's not like I have a plan, it's just some ideas."

"Tell me about it."

"Yes. I have always lived in a simple place and don't ask about the world, but as everyone knows, my Luluo Mountain is the largest intelligence organization in the nearby area, and I often make a living by selling all kinds of intelligence. I know the distribution of the major forces within a radius of millions of miles, and even the distribution of forces, if the adults are aiming for a million miles, they can provide the best expansion roadmap below. ”

Gu Siming said in one breath, then stared at midnight, waiting for his reaction. According to the Witch King's edict, following the person in front of him should be quite promising, and after seeing the powerful power of Midnight, he has been completely convinced.

Now this kind of plan is to let Midnight see his value, let Midnight value him, reuse him, and finally can't do without him. As long as you succeed in showing your worth, I believe that it will be a matter of time before you become Midnight's henchman.

"Well, that's good. The tactical aspect will be handed over to you to be responsible, and the actual combat aspect will be dominated by the Rakshasa King, and you will assist. ”

If he arranges it in the middle of the night, it is best to be a hands-off shopkeeper, but he really can't adapt to these things.

And at present, there is indeed no one available around Midnight, there is such a shrewd guy, there is no need to use it in vain, and with Luo Xiaoyu's means, he is not afraid of what waves this guy will make.

Leaping into Luo Xiaoyu's deputy, controlling the layout and control of the entire strategy, Gu Siming was excited in his heart, and a small seed of desire took root in his heart.

This trace of greed, he hides it very well, but his mind is as delicate as a rain, how can he not detect it?

"The midnight of this life is more like a human after all."

In the following days, under Gu Siming's tactical commander and Luo Xiaoyu's terrifying combat power, Midnight's army was like a bamboo, successfully pulling out one copycat Tu King after another, reshuffling the forces in this area, and establishing the absolute dominance of the Shura King in this place.

Gradually, Midnight's followers grew more and more, and King Shura's power gradually expanded. The name of Shura is remembered in every inch of land that the Midnight Iron Rider has trodden.

On this day, the army at midnight was steadily advancing according to the established plan, and Luo Xiaoyu was taking Gu Siming and dozens of corpse king-level powerhouses to attack a dangerous place.

Suddenly, Midnight's heart moved, and he opened his eyes suddenly, with a hint of worry in his eyes. I saw him leave a transmission note, and then he tore open the void and hurried away.

Just now, the spirit bead containing Lin Zhen's soul silk that he made suddenly cracked a thin crack, which was a warning that Lin Zhen was in danger!

Seeing that there were more and more seams on the beads, Midnight's heart sank, his face also sank, and the killing intent in his eyes had risen.

Sensing the direction of Lin Zhen's soul silk, midnight turned into a streamer and shuttled through the void with all his might.

Lin Zhen, you have to hold on!

About tens of thousands of miles away from the southwest of the Night Palace, there is a very tall mountain, this mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist all the year round, and the sun is not seen, and the inside is even more gloomy and terrifying, it is a Yin Mountain.

It was named Yin Mountain, firstly, because it is more consistent with the temperament of this mountain, and secondly, someone once got lost in this mountain, and inadvertently bumped into the Yin soldier to borrow the road, and almost did not scare to death.

Later, this man accidentally crashed out of the mountain, and after pouring out all the sights in the mountain, he went completely insane, and the matter was spread by ten, ten, and hundreds of places.

But it is difficult to distinguish between the true and the false, but the mountain with such a heavy yin qi will always make people have some associations of respect and distance.

In this way, the name of Yinshan is settled.

At this time, in this foggy Yin Mountain, countless black smoke ghosts fought and bit each other in the air, and dozens of little ghosts disappeared every moment.

The ghosts in the brawl can clearly be seen to belong to two camps, and at this moment, neither can suppress the other, and the war has fallen into a stalemate.

"Hehe, Dream King, where are you still running away?"

The sky and the ground are two levels of battlefields, and at this moment, I saw a cloud of black smoke in the air chasing a cloud of blood-colored light.

In the midst of the black smoke was an old man with an ugly face, and in the midst of the blood was a pale-faced woman. The sharp laugh just now came from the mouth of the old man in the black smoke, and seeing that the blood still did not stop, the old man smiled fiercely, and the black smoke sped up a few points again.

This old man is none other than the owner of this Yin Mountain, the ghost ancestor of Yin Mountain.

The Yin Mountain Ghost Ancestor has existed for a very long time, so far away that he can't remember when he came here to occupy the mountain as the king.

Perhaps, since the opening of Yinshan, it has existed.

Among the ghost kings of the four directions, the identity of this Yinshan ghost ancestor is extremely high, there are many small ghosts under his command, and his power is extremely wide, and almost no one dares to provoke him.

I saw that the black smoke of the Yinshan Ghost Ancestor continued to grow, and finally blocked in front of the blood mang, the blood faded down, turning into a woman in red, looking at her face, it was Lin Zhen who fought for midnight.

It's just that Lin Zhen at this time is pale, and his soul power is erratic, adding a sense of weakness and can't help it.

"Now, where are you going to run?" The Yin Mountain Ghost Ancestor sneered, and then waved one hand.

"Bring it on!"

As soon as the words fell, several black smoke flew behind Lin Zhen and turned into evil ghosts in Yinshan costumes, smiling fiercely while escorting out several captured ghosts, one of which was the old ghost of the hundred ghosts, and several others, all of whom were subdued by Lin Zhen.

"Now, how else can you struggle?"

Lin Zhen was silent, his gaze was as cold as a cold mountain, like a sharp knife out of its sheath.

The retreat was broken, Lin Zhen raised his head to the sky and screamed, his eyes were bloody, and then he threw out three inconspicuous black beads.

"Bang!"

Before the Immortal Bead could take effect, it was grabbed by the Yinshan Ghost Ancestor and held it in his hand full of contempt.

"That's your last resort? Oh, that's it! ”