Xiqi

The whole of Xiqi was covered with white flags and white cloth, and the city was constantly wailing, and everyone was crying bitterly.

It turned out to be the great sage of the female middle school, the mother of Xibo Hou Jichang, and Mrs. Taijiang died.

Guan Shuxian, the third son of the prison country, had a black face throughout the whole process, without showing even a trace of sadness.

Before Mrs. Taijiang died, she forced Uncle Guan Xian to make a heavy oath not to harm Ji Fa, which made him feel like a fish in his throat.

And looking at that waste Ji Fa, Guan Shuxian felt extremely annoying.

As soon as Mrs. Taijiang died, there was no one to check and balance him.

Ji Fa hid in the crowd and grieved, and several thick and strong men, directly holding the life of the third prince, came to get people.

Only then did Ji Fa exclaim, he was already like a waste, and his body was extremely weak, where was the opponent of these big men, he was cured in a few clicks.

These big men were not polite, holding iron hooks, which directly penetrated Ji Fa's collarbone, and then they were dragged away.

Ji Fa wailed in pain and shouted, "Ji Xian, don't forget your oath. ”

It's just that there is no response, and the message sent by Ji is completely closed.

And Guan Shuxian said hatefully, "Naturally, I won't want your life, but if you die in prison, you can't complain about me." ”

Uncle Guan's eyes flashed with coldness, and then he went to greet the guests from afar.

Mrs. Taiji, Ji Changzheng's wife, who is far away in the country of Shen and practices and prays for blessings, is restless these days, and it seems that something big has happened.

Since Bo Yi Kao died, Mrs. Tai Ji returned to her parents' house on the grounds of praying for blessings, and he had long had a grudge against his mother-in-law, Mrs. Tai Jiang, otherwise he would not have let his eldest son Bo Yi Kao die the most.

But Mrs. Taijiang, who is in power, where can she tolerate her, so the defeated Mrs. Taijiang can only go back to her parents' house for refuge.

At this time, news came that Mrs. Taijiang had died.

When Mrs. Taiji heard this, she immediately set off, she was going back to Xiqi.

……

When Di Xin went down the mountain, he saw Wu Wenhua, covered in blood, half standing at the gate at the foot of the mountain, and beside him was a group of Razor giants, all of them were wounded, some of them died, but more of them were burned by a kind of ghost fire.

The smell of the scene was extremely unpleasant, the smell of burnt human flesh, the smell of stench, and the smell of blood mixed with it.

On the opposite side of this group of giants are large and small ghost figurines, these ghost figurines have different shapes, and the paintings on their bodies highlight the wild beauty of the wilderness.

It's just that the real power of this ghost figurine is not his weird appearance, but every time the giant uses a weapon to strike, it will bounce off a greater power and act on his body.

The big and small injuries on the giant's body were actually attacked by this rebound.

What's even more terrifying is that Wu Wenhua, the young master of the Razor giant, uses a row of wood to attack a ghost figurine with pure physics, which seems to usher in the upper limit of the ghost figurines, and the ghost figurines should be shattered.

After the shattered ghost figurines, a kind of mist acting on the divine soul poured out, and the attacked Wu Wenhua was a little crazy, frantically attacking these fogs.

And when Wu Wenhua was exhausted, the fog suddenly exploded, and there were large and small particles, which were attached to the soul of Wu Wenhua, and the sudden explosion made him wail.

But fortunately, whether it is Wu Wenhua or the Razor giants, they have rough skin and thick meat, and they will also block these secret magic and ghost figurines in a short time.

……

"King!"

Wu Wenhua's voice was hoarse and seemed to be very excited.

Di Xin didn't know that Wu Wenhua, who was so big, needed a few strong pills, so he threw it over, and Wu Wenhua opened his mouth and swallowed it.

A magical scene appeared, Wu Wenhua's injuries recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Di Xin was very happy.

But then Wu Wenhua may have been too strong with the medicine, his eyes were bloodshot, there was a hint of heat in his breath, and the skin on his body was dark red.

"Roar!"

Roaring like a beast, Wu Wenhua looked up to the sky and roared, and there was a faint electric light and thunder on his dark red skin.

"Huh? Awakened? ”

The giant leader of the Razor clan looked at the suddenly awakened Wu Wenhua in disbelief, and the expression on his face changed from shock, to disbelief, and then to excitement.

The Lei Ze clan already has the blood of the great god of Lei Ze, and the watchman of Emperor Xin's Xuanji Yuheng is a complete Lei Ze, and although this Lei Ze clan has the blood of Lei Ze, it is more of a human race, which is essentially different.

After awakening, Wu Wenhua is like a thunder giant, and the row of wood in his hand is even more powerful, and because of the thunder and lightning on the row of wood, he looks extremely heroic.

Wu Wenhua swept away, and suddenly a ghost figurine burst in response, and then a large amount of fog poured out, but the thunder and lightning on Wu Wenhua's body directly dispersed this fog.

Subsequently, Wu Wenhua was like a thunderbolt god of war, and a large number of ghost figurines were wiped out.

Di Xin's face was full of smiles, and this Wu culture was crazy, like the legendary berserker.

And Di Xin's eyes were looking behind, riding a black horse, the ghost-faced ghost man, under the leadership of his ghost witch, moving in an orderly manner, as if he was going to do something.

"Not good! This is the magic circle of the ghosts and gods! ”

In the dark, Di Xin sensed the power of the ghosts and gods.

Immediately, the divine beast Vermilion Bird rose into the air, with raging fire, and directly impacted away.

In the ghost and god circle, a black-armored warrior rose from the circle, holding a scimitar, and slashed directly at Suzaku.

There seemed to be a strange aura on the scimitar, a cold aura, as if it came from the depths of hell.

This black-armored warrior is the ghost god worshiped by the ghosts, and it is also the totem of their faith.

Di Xin smiled, quite disdainful of this black-armored warrior.

At this moment, the divine beast Suzaku directly collided with the scimitar, and the sound of tearing and pulling was like water encountering boiling hot oil, and a thick fog was suddenly produced.

In this thick fog, Suzaku's figure flashed, and a mouthful of phoenix true fire directly erupted.

"Roar!"

This phoenix true fire burned directly on the body of the ghost god black-armored warrior, and suddenly the sound of wailing resounded in the sky.

This is a howl from the soul, a throbbing that directly hurts the soul, this howl makes the ghost army take several steps back, and the ghost witch keeps using the totem method in the hope that it can help the ghosts and gods.

The phoenix true fire burned more and more, and the ghost god black-armored warrior was difficult to resist, looking at the ghost witch who used witchcraft, he stretched out his hand and stabbed it, and the head of the ghost witch flew sideways, and the blood was like a pillar.

The sudden death of the ghost, and out of this blood, a soul was born out of it.

The real purpose of the black-armored samurai was not the head, but the soul of the demon witch, and the black-armored samurai tore his soul apart when he opened his mouth.

The black-armored warrior who seemed to have regained some strength and was still on fire on his body stomped his big foot and fled into the magic circle without looking back.

As soon as the ghost army saw that the ghost god was defeated, the ghost witch died, and immediately the birds and beasts were scattered, and they fled in a hurry, while Wu Wenhua killed many ghost Rong people with the weapons in his hand.

……

It's really vulnerable.

Di Xin really looked down on the ghosts.