In the center of the Crazy Spirit Land, eight hundred cultivators gathered in a circle, silently listening to the terrifying words.

"Living people are a delicacy that ghosts can't refuse, it's an instinct determined by nature, including Ben Shuai, I want to eat you too. You must realize that from the moment you enter the underworld, there are only two kinds of relationship between you and the world: comrades-in-arms and enemies. ”

"Except for Ben Shuai, and those who fight side by side with you like Ben Shuai, the whole world will be your enemy, more accurately: you are food, they are predators!"

"Don't think that the underworld is a barren land, Ben Shuai can sue Sùer and others, there are chances, and there are rare treasures that you can't dream of in the yang world, just see if you have the ability to take, rob, and grab. ”

Looking around, Mei Shuai's gaze swept over the faces, and he said in a condensed voice: "No matter what the reason, it has become an unchangeable fact to enter the underworld. If you want to live, you need to fight, if you want to grow, you need to work hard, if you want to find an opportunity in the underworld, you need to exchange your blood. ”

Abandoning the "judgment" and picking up the "handsome", the Mei Shuai knows that for a long time to come, the significance of his judgment will be close to zero, and leading the army to fight is the mainstream. With his almost perverted command ability, even Thirteen Lang was convinced and deserved.

"From today onwards, you will wait for the Yang-body monk to be the ghost general under my command, and play the wind and rain in all directions. ”

Bafang Fengyu is not a rhetoric, but a real military killing formation, its power and beauty are extremely boastful, claiming that it can be ten when it is performed to the extreme, Thirteen Lang doesn't know much anyway and has no time to study, and soon reached an agreement with him to hand over the eight hundred mad spirit monks to him for command.

It is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice, and the ancient emperor divided his soul into a battle, and the three major ghosts were defeated in one move. Now even the ghost spirit essence has been dedicated to King Agu, in terms of ghost pawns, the Yin soldiers of thousands of miles, the loss of about 10% of the encirclement and suppression of Luo Sang, 30% to Elder Cheng, and the remaining 6000 miles of Yin soldiers are dead, which is all the power that Mei Shuai currently has.

It is not possible to have soldiers without generals. In terms of strength and mentality alone, the eight hundred mad spirit cultivators combined were much stronger than the three major ghost generals, and two of them were more worthy of reliance. Almost all of them flew from the Nether, which one is not a thousand years of experience, and the combat experience is even more abundant.

However, they are all living people, and the living people are mixed with ghosts, and even Meishuai himself feels unreliable.

There is no way around that.

"The war in the underworld is better than the number, and the battlefield of 100,000 miles is only ordinary, and it can't be compared to the quantity, so I have to start with strength and tactics. There are ghost Ganoderma lucidum as military rations. Ben Shuai can improve a few grades in a short period of time; as for you, you can cultivate to a person who has cultivated more than one life, has a variety of supernatural powers, and has excellent minds, plus the ghost pawn will never retreat from death, so it can be regarded as a catastrophe. ”

"The drastic changes in the underworld are already known to you, and to put it mildly, the future of the human race is in your hands. ”

The situation is sinister. The struggle is difficult and glorious, and the future is bright. The so-called mobilization is generally inseparable from this kind of trap, and after a passionate speech, Mei Shuai waved his hand regardless of whether everyone had different opinions.

"Know people well, know people well, make room for one by one, and let Ben Shuai see your ability. ”

The end of the world is not a road. Rather, it is a passage of regular transitions, through which you can feel the great difference between yin and yang at every moment, and of course bear the pressure of it.

Life and death are gradual, and this kind of experience is not suitable for everyone. Now, it has the land of wild spirits to bear, with its strong "body" against the unruly will and rules, and to protect the people in it. Looking around, the eight-hundred-mile wild spirit land presents two landscapes, the inside is quiet and tranquil and the breeze is slow, and the outside is surrounded by a layer of gray fog that is up to 100 zhang thick, and occasionally there is a firelight bursting, such as the brilliance of the spark in the moment, revealing the truth inside.

It was the result of the invasion of the rules of the earth, the condensed body of the mad spirit of the earth with unimaginable strength, but still hurt by the change of rules between life and death as if time accelerated, specifically, the earth from the outside to the inside layer by layer loose, brittle, sandy, and finally detached into the gray sea of fog.

From a distance, the mad spirit land looks like a gray comet, and the tail flame dragged by it is not bright, but it has a different kind of generosity.

Replaced by a monk to face it directly, he died a long time ago.

This process is irreversible and can be replaced by the power of the formation, but no one does it. Everyone knows that the land of the wild spirits has become an isolated world, and it has never entered the real world - even before the underworld, there is no longer any supply. Therefore, although we have just experienced a great war and have gained a lot, we still need to save money.

Time, distance, enemies, battles, and the future are full of uncertainties, and as a family member, Thirteen Lang must make a choice, as long as the mad spirit land can be maintained, and he can't use his limited resources to "protect the land". In order not to hurt Qiuqiu's heart, he glorified this process as a life and death experience, claiming that it could help him grow.

The cunning and ruthlessness of human beings can be seen from this.

Whether the ball can benefit from the perception of life and death, no one can know, but the strength of the mad spirit land is really shown in front of everyone, first of all, the erosion damage comes very slowly, and then those gray sand that are separated are not willing to leave, and they still try their best to fight against the rules in the drifting, so that there are those brilliant fires.

It was the embodiment of the will of the mad spirit.

Although the mad spirit is dead, the will is not extinguished, and the dust accumulates too much, and the will contained in it is as if it is provoked, and it is declared to exist with the final battle.

"Boom!"

It was another burst of Xuanguang, and countless streaks could be seen in the firelight, shrouding the surroundings like a spider web, and the mad spirit earth was like a rampaging beast, constantly tearing the spider web. At the front of its head, a black and shiny ribbon was formed by the positioning of the judge's robe, straight forward, stretching out into the vast expanse.

The rules are invisible and traceless, only the mad spirit can force them to reveal their true faces, and the monks inside can only see the scene and grasp it when they are bursting out.

"Roar!"

The roar and roar echoed at the same time, and a figure swept out like lightning, crashing headlong into the center of the explosion, and the ensuing scene was somewhat terrifying, the figure dissolved at a visible speed, as if it had been piled up with dust.

It is like a suicidal act, showing the danger of the end of the world vividly, and it can be seen with the naked eye, those broken cobwebs are messily pumped over, and the figure uses all kinds of magical powers to intercept it, all of which are ineffective.

The avenue of life and death, yin and yang are the moats, if anyone can cross it, then what is it?

"!"

The figure yelled not because of pain, but because he was angry at his inability to crack it, and later, he simply gave up using the Dao method to protect himself, and let the strands of silk pull on his body, cutting it apart.

Really suicidal?!

The flash of fire was only for a moment, and soon, the confrontation between the will and the rules came to an end, and the ownerless will of the mad spirit was not defeated, but completely gone, and the moment before it disappeared, people could clearly see that the grid of torn lines quickly recovered, and soon became intact.

This is the real strength of the rules, even if a true mad spirit comes, he may easily cross this road to the end of the world, but he can't stay in it forever.

The mad spirit is long gone, and now it is the figure that is about to disperse against the rules, and as the fire gradually sinks, the power of the rules that slap on its body suddenly increases, and the speed of dissipation increases dramatically. Not only that, but some of those strands began to transform, turning into tears and pulls, pulling him out of the realm of the mad spirits, farther and farther away.

"Hey!"

A broken cry sounded, and there seemed to be twelve people singing together in the ears, and the figure that was about to dissipate and was wrapped like a zongzi by the power of the rules disappeared out of thin air, leaving a lot of tentacles in place like silk strips waving wildly, looking a little dazed.

As if they had eyes, they turned their heads to look at the stone that was flying away, waved and re-entangled, and slowly fell silent.

If they had thoughts, they would have been surprised at the moment, not only was the stone amazing, but the creatures on it were also so powerful that they had a way to fight against the Supreme Rules, and they were not defeated.

In fact, the creature won. Although he was greatly injured, he managed to escape and took something with him.

Something so precious that it's hard to get any other way

"Idiot, pervert!"

Looking at Boss Su's actions from afar, watching him rush out like a general on the battlefield again and again, and flee back like a water dog, King Agu took a bite of the ghost lingzhi and muttered secretly.

Will be in danger, the time is unknown, everyone is actively preparing, Boss Su uses his talent to fight against the rules, at the cost of constant injury, leaving a little bit of the power of the rules each time, and rushing to the real realm.

The talent of the body is strong, and the ability to recover is outstanding, but the courage cannot be denied because of this, in this process, the price paid by Boss Su is unimaginable, and every loss of the thirteen bodies has a heavy impact on its strength, and it also means that the power of the rules left by him is dissipated, and nothing is gained.

The process is long, the risks are huge, and it has a lot to do with perception and luck, in a word, the chances of success are slim.

"Its will can be encouraged, but its action is not advisable, alas"

In the past, although King Agu was not as strong as Boss Su, in his heart, he was somewhat disdainful of him. Now that the situation has changed, seeing with his own eyes the act of sacrificing his life and forgetting death, King Agu sighed again and again, and at the same time couldn't help but have some admiration.

"Thirteen is exact, he actually agreed with him to do this, one carelessly, lost a general in vain. ”

While reading and turning his head, he saw Thirteen Lang sitting under the Luosang tree, not knowing how to operate inside, with no joy or sadness on his face, indifferent like a thoughtless stone.

From a distance, Thirteen Lang's body seemed to merge with the ancient wood, sinking into it little by little, little by little.

Slow means long, cautious means risky, continuous means resolute, and gradually, Jusanro and Rosanne are intimately connected, no longer like they are coming from the outside, but growing out of a tree

(To be continued......)