Chapter 112: The Divine Drum frightens the evil spirit, and the Demon Dao sets up a treacherous altar

The plague ghost, the pustules are rotting, and the plague is scattered...

The water ghost, with pale skin and blood-red eyes...

The knife is a ghost, roaring again and again, and the mouth is spewing poisonous smoke...

A hungry ghost with a needle, hair like basil, claws and armor dancing wildly...

Baby ghost, head as big as a bucket...

"Dayan Sou Shan Tu" records more than 800 kinds of ghosts and ghosts, most of which are uncommon and can only be born under certain circumstances.

It was the first time Wang Xuan had seen so many types.

What's even more strange is that as the military array approached the ghost city of Shanyin, the figures of these ghost creatures became more and more obvious, and some even swelled to a height of more than three meters, dancing ghost fires and roaring violently.

Da Da ...

At the same time, the sound of rapid percussion sounded, and it was very strange, but with the wild dance of the ghosts, it seemed to make people feel like they were in the ghost.

"Put this singing aside!"

The main general bowed, and Wang Xuan snorted coldly.

Yuan Teng, who was accompanying him next to him, said embarrassedly: "Don't blame, my lord, that's the sound of the night lantern of the hundred ghosts, and it's a means of hallucination with sound, that... This magic weapon was originally used to perform illusions. ”

Wang Xuan was speechless, he didn't expect that he was really singing.

It was also the first time for the sergeants to see this kind of scene, although they recited the "Great Yan Sou Shan Tu" every night, and knew all kinds of evil things well, but what they saw with their own eyes was another matter.

For a while, I couldn't help but feel a little weak.

When the veterans saw it, they immediately shouted angrily:

"I'm afraid of a bird, I forgot how I teach it on weekdays!"

"Ghosts are invisible, and everything you see is vain..."

"The military formation can break the evil spirits and cheer up!"

After being reprimanded by the veterans, the situation finally improved.

Wang Xuan's face was calm, and there was no anger in his heart.

Originally, he planned to let Xinding participate in the weekday exorcism mission and train his courage like a veteran, but now that the situation is difficult, he can only go directly into battle.

Fortunately, the performance of the veterans satisfied him.

Seeing that the goal had been achieved, Wang Xuan no longer rubbed and said in a deep voice: "Since we are singing on stage, let's have a good time." ”

With that, stretch out your hand.

The main general was behind Daxu, and the two sergeants lifted the red cloth.

The Eight Desolations Horror Drum buzzed and levitated.

The military array brakes all have a characteristic, as long as the spiritual material can support it, the more powerful it is.

In the eastern mountains before, when the forty-man army was in formation, the Eight Desolations Divine Drum had already shown extraordinary power, and the military exercises on weekdays were just for show.

Now that the power is in full swing, even Wang Xuan was taken aback.

On the drum surface, the three-eyed Taoist man has fully appeared, and the blood in his eyes is thick like fire.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The ground was trembling, and the transparent ripples were wrapped in air waves and surging outward, flying sand and rocks along the way, and when they swept over the city walls, those ghosts and spirits that were crawling randomly dissipated in an instant.

The city wall of Shanyin was originally infected by the Qi of the rich Yin Ghosts, and after a long time, it would turn into the things of the Yin and Evil Nightmare Town, but now it was swept by the sound waves of the Eight Desolations and Divine Drums, and cracks suddenly appeared.

Under the bright moon, the drums of the gods are sounding, the ghosts are frightened, and the six armies are fighting!

Guo Luquan stroked his beard and smiled, "These Eight Desolations are really the most terrifying ghosts." ”

Wang Xuan's eyes were like cold stars, and the steel gun in his hand waved forward, "Enter the city!" ”

Boom! Boom! Boom!

With the roar of the earth-shattering, the Yong'an Mansion army lined up and entered the city.

There was an eagle's cry in the night sky, and at this time, in Xiaobai's sharp eagle eyes, Shanyin City, which was originally shrouded in dark clouds, seemed to be torn open.

In particular, the Eight Desolations Divine Drum was very powerful, and those Yin Qi were completely shattered and dissipated before they had time to gather again.

In the eyes of the soldiers, it was a different story.

Wherever the army passed, the streets condensed by the cold and frost clattered and shattered, and the ghosts in the surrounding buildings were longing for them, but at this moment the tiles fell with a clatter, and the ghosts squeaked and dissipated.

When Guo Luquan saw it, he sighed slightly and shook his head.

He is an old man in the underworld, and he is used to seeing the suffering of life and death, so when he breaks the ghost cave, he puts requiem first.

But the soldiers who built the army formation to conquer and open up a way for the human race to survive would not care about this.

This is the method of practicing the hundred elements, each with its own way.

Of course, the soldiers of the government army did not dare to relax their vigilance.

Once in the city, the scene suddenly changed.

The exterior was lit by moonlight, and the streets inside were covered in mist.

The night lantern of the hundred ghosts disappeared without a trace after they entered the city, as if there was a pair of gloomy eyes in the darkness that coveted it from time to time.

And the direction of the City God Temple is as dark as an abyss.

Wang Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked in a deep voice, "If the law vein heavy weapon is obtained by the evil spirit, will it be more powerful?" ”

Guo Luquan shook his head and said: "It also depends on the situation, if it is the 'Guanshan Scroll' of Shanhai Academy, the 'Glass Nirvana Tower' of Sumeru Sect, no matter what powerful ghosts and demons dare to approach, if it is the 'Black Jade Coffin' of Taiyin Gate, the demons and ghosts are all salivating." ”

Yuan Teng of the opera color gate was silent for a moment: "My master said that the night lantern of a hundred ghosts is the most taboo for ghosts to hold the lamp, and people watch the play." If you can't fix your soul, you will be fascinated by the lamp. ”

Wang Xuan nodded slightly, realizing in his heart.

It seems that it is the same as the Eight Desolations and Divine Drums, all of which are aimed at the soul.

Although there is a military array to protect them, the sergeants' spirits are not yet stable, and it seems that they will break the Hundred Ghost Night Walking Lantern for a while...

……

The pattern of Sanyin City is not like Yong'an County.

It is built according to the mountain, high in the southwest, low in the northeast, and the Chenghuang Temple is the highest place in the south of the city.

But as Guo Luquan said, breaking the ghost cave is like breaking the formation.

After the army entered, it immediately fell into a formation, although there were eight desolations and terrifying drums to suppress the formation, and the ghosts and spirits did not dare to approach, but the terrain changed.

It was supposed to be a climb, but it turned into a downhill slope.

Turn a corner, but go back to where you are.

"Stop!"

Wang Xuan frowned slightly, waved his hand and stopped the military formation.

Although the military formation is advantageous, it is supported by the consumption of sergeants.

Most of the soldiers have just entered the body, and they can't support a long-term battle, not to mention the eight desolation drums, which are big energy consumers.

If you are trapped in this formation for a long time, you will inevitably suffer heavy damage by the time of time.

Wang Xuan looked around, "Old Guo, it seems that the City God Temple is where the eye of the formation is, can you see through this formation?" ”

Guo Luquan stroked his beard and frowned, "The direction of the Sanyin Mountain Bureau will be reversed, and this ghost array is artificially arranged, I'm afraid that the key will be hidden early, and the old man will try it first." ”

With that, he rose up and crossed out of the military formation.

A coffin nail suddenly appeared in his hand, inserted it into the blue brick floor with a clang, and took out more than a dozen small paper figures and tied them to the coffin nail with a red rope.

A move, swift and sharp.

Call~

The wind was blowing, and the paper figures suddenly scattered.

Strangely, the red rope grew longer and longer, as the paper figure flew into the miserable white mist, but it never stopped.

The old man Yang in the formation muttered: "This old thing's qi and blood are declining, but the Yin Gate Technique is becoming more and more dexterous, and it is really alive and fine..."

Guo Luquan didn't hear it, and observed it carefully.

Every moment, bang, several red ropes broke in a row.

Old man Guo nodded, turned around and entered the military formation, "My lord, the old man has tried to find out where the portal is, just ......"

Before he could finish speaking, he turned abruptly and stared at the street on his left, his eyes full of horror and a mouthful of blood spurting out.

The red rope then broke.

"Guo Lao!"

Wang Xuan hurriedly dismounted and held him up.

Guo Luquan was still staring at the street on the left, and said in a trembling voice: "There are people over there who are guarding the formation, and they use the power of the Jiao altar, and there are also people in the Taiyi Sect who have entered the bloody clothes and thieves..."

"Optimistic about Guo Lao."

Wang Xuan turned over and got on his horse after giving an order, his face gloomy, "Row up and see who it is." ”

With direction, the military formation suddenly turned left.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Eight Desolations Divine Drums dispelled the gloom along the way, and the vision gradually became clear.

This is where the government of Sanyin County is located, and there is a large open space in front of the door.

A ten-meter-high altar was erected.

The yellow cloth on the altar is flying, a row of candles is glowing with a faint green light, and the three statues of the city god are placed in turn, but the black smoke is swirling, how can there be half a clear and peaceful peace.

On the futon, a Taiyi Taoist priest sat cross-legged with an indifferent face, and he didn't panic when he saw the military array gathering, and he shook off the dust, and said helplessly: "Poor Dao didn't want to do more killing, why do you want to kill yourself?" ”

The old man Yang next to him narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a low voice: "It's the City God Temple in Qucheng who wishes Liu Shouming, it seems that he is a traitor." ”

Wang Xuan nodded, his eyes solemn.

The identity of Guo Shouqing Daoist is mysterious, and even he can't see through the Tao, but he doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, it turns out that he was plotted by the same family.

The Taiyi Sect's Jiao altar is extraordinary, but now it is gloomy, and there is the statue of the city god...

It's just that what is this guy doing here?

Forget it, catch it first.

Thinking of this, Wang Xuan didn't talk nonsense, and stretched out his hand and waved, "Ruined his altar!" ”

Du Chunniang and the others immediately took a bow and led the arrows, and the arrows were swirling with blood-colored fire, and they were shooting out like a rain of fire and meteors.

The target is not an altar, but a wooden platform underneath.

The altar must be guarded, but the wooden platform is mortal.

However, Liu Shouming, a Taoist of Taiyi Sect, was not in a hurry at all, and the corners of his mouth showed a hint of mockery.

Rumble!

A rotating lantern suddenly appeared.

As the shadows of the lanterns rotated, the wind howled, and the flying sand and fallen leaves gathered into a huge whirlwind, deflecting the arrow rain.

A thin figure slowly appeared.

"Master?!"

Yuan Teng, a disciple of the Xicai Sect, was dumbfounded.

That figure was Luo Lao Crooked, wearing a shroud and suddenly becoming a ghost, his face was blue and purple, and black water kept dripping down from his hollow eye sockets...

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