Huang Fuhan looked up at the back in front of him, slowly lifted the hammer with both hands, and was silent.

He has a generous personality and extraordinary strength since he was a child, and he is famous in the township for his ability to carry the tripod when he was just more than ten years old. Later, when he joined the army, although his command ability was lackluster, every time he attacked the city, he would always raise the giant hammer without saying a word and rush first.

The weight of the hammer, combined with his burly stature and heavy armor, made every step leave a deep footprint in the blood-stained land.

The direction of the footprints is always towards the enemy, without exception.

The giant hammer was swung down, sometimes smashing the enemy, sometimes smashing the war horse, and even sometimes smashing into the small city gates, which were not thick, and it was shattered when touched.

In this way, he was promoted step by step, and finally sat in the position of the captain of the pro-soldiers.

Huang Fuhan followed his generals, and always ordered and forbade him, and even asked him to set fire to the camp and hold the city gates, and he did it.

On that day, he smashed three disobedient soldiers to death under his hammer, but he still could not stop more soldiers and civilians from flocking to the city gates.

They knelt on the ground and begged, wailing, and with their hungry and weak bodies, they rushed against the line of his own soldiers.

For the first time, his hammer and footprints were directed towards his camp.

It was also the first time that he began to doubt the back he was following.

In the following thousands of years, he, like other ghost generals and pawns, could not be a person in the yang world, nor could he be reincarnated in the underworld, trapped in the lifeless Sifang City, training day and night for the ideals of the general.

Since then, he has no name, no self, he is just a ghost general with a hammer.

1 in 10,000.

The sledgehammer finally slammed down on his back.

He thought, even if his soul is scattered, maybe then someone will remember that his name is Huang Fuhan.

……

The old demon of Montenegro is already furious.

The mysterious puppet and the bearded man were just that, and he had been wary of them for a long time. What I didn't expect was that the ghost generals and ghost pawns who had been following me since their lifetime turned out to be reversed at this time.

Why the opposite!

It's almost time to make a difference!

Although he couldn't figure it out, he still stood up straight with a roar, and the ghost qi in his body suddenly came out, densely spreading on his puppet body, like iron armor.

With a wave of his right hand, Qi Zihuan and the peachwood sword were thrown out by the old demon of the Black Mountain and smashed straight towards the trees not far away.

At the same time, he held it in his left hand, took out a black spear around his waist and slammed it hard, forcing the ghost generals and ghost pawns behind him to retreat.

Yan Chixia's volley sword slashed firmly at his back, and the golden Buddha light continued to erode the ghost qi on his body, making his soul feel scorching and scorching.

The body of the puppet that has just been made has a scar added.

The tip of the spear stabbed silently from under the ribs.

Yan Chixia desperately twisted her limbs, but she could dodge.

Fortunately, I got some experience from Qi Zihuan a few days ago, otherwise I would be seriously injured if I didn't die.

The old demon of Montenegro turned around, although the expression on the puppet's face remained unchanged forever, the ghost soldiers and ghost generals who had followed him for thousands of years still felt that there was a pair of fiery eyes staring at them.

"Why!"

The spear tore apart the three ghost-pawns, connecting the body of the faceless puppet with the soul within.

"Why!"

The barrel of the gun was held horizontally, knocking away the incoming knife and hammer, and then spun and stabbed out, piercing the bow-wielding ghost general at the moment when the bow was ready to be fired.

"Why!"

The rest of the ghost pawns were shattered by the gun, and the ghost with the knife was in a different place.

Huang Fuhan, who had lost an arm, held the hammer on the ground with one hand, and spoke for the first time since his death.

"Because, my name is Huang Fuhan, the one with the knife is called Lin Song, and the one with the bow is called ......."

The spear sank into his skull, as simple as inserting a watermelon.

"I don't care what you call you! I only ask, why betray me! ”

The old demon of Montenegro still couldn't figure it out, and roared angrily at the sky.

Qi Zihuan and Yan Chixia tried to attack close again, but the black spear danced extremely densely, and they could never get close to the old demon of Montenegro, but could only rely on flexible maneuvering to dodge constantly, which can be said to be full of dangers.

In the midst of the mess, a few small paper figures quietly approached.

They are too weak, there is only a faint breath on their bodies, and the material is just the most ordinary paper. The old demon of Montenegro was so weak that he didn't bother to turn around and destroy them, so he simply let them approach and trample them to death with one foot at a time.

The paper people approached slowly, and they were really trampled to death and crushed by the old demon of Montenegro while dancing with a spear.

Only one paper man seized the opportunity created by the death of his companion, jumped up, and climbed on the back of the old demon of Black Mountain.

Yan Chixia with the full strength of the Buddha's light can only cut out a not deep scar with a sword, what can this small piece of paper man do.

The old demon of Montenegro snorted disdainfully, and the gun in his hand was a little more fierce, vowing to kill the mysterious puppet who pretended to be a ghost first.

The little paper man groped twice in the back of the brand-new body of the old demon of Montenegro, as if he had finally found his target.

Gently, a pluck.

The flying spear stopped abruptly, and the old demon of Montenegro stiffened as if all its joints were stuck, and he fell to the ground due to the unstable center of gravity.

In the whole body, only the head can turn.

Of course, this is Qi Zihuan's ghost, in the face of a super boss like the old demon of Montenegro, he doesn't dare to leave something like a soul mark in the puppet's body, but this does not prevent him from using physical means to play some tricks.

This is in Marie. Xiao's puppet technique is actually very simple, making a small mechanism that involves all the joints in a non-eye-catching position in the lower back.

If you don't touch it, be flexible and you won't have any problems.

But as soon as the switch is turned on, the puppet will completely freeze like a gear inserted into a pencil.

Qi Zihuan calculated that no matter whether grandma died or fled, this old demon of Montenegro, who was bent on leading a large army to counterattack Yangshi, would definitely not worry about them, and he would definitely follow them.

Now that I'm here, I'm sure I'm going to try out my new body.

The old demon of Montenegro thought that there were still his three ghost generals and a team of ghost pawns here.

As everyone knows, after Qi Zihuan's observation in the city of vain death for two days, the faint mark left on the puppet bodies of these ghost pawns and ghosts was dangerous, and a message was released from the moment they entered the Yang World.

Under the locust tree, hands-on.

None of the ghosts will report this information, which makes Qi Zihuan, who has been silently calculating the steps to run, breathe a sigh of relief.

Of course, in the heart of the old demon of Montenegro, these ghosts will follow or rebel, and they can only affect his mood.

Impact on strength?

He's an old demon of Montenegro!

He's the strength!

Qi Zihuan and Yan Chixia gasped and leaned closer to the fallen puppet and waited quietly.

A stream of black qi rushed out, condensing in the air like the old demon of Black Mountain before his death.

The old demon of Montenegro smiled when he saw the bearded man opposite......

Only then did I wake up to what I had been ignoring......

He's out of body now, like those today's deals posted on the door of the supermarket.

Black Mountain Old Demon, 5% off!