Under the dim moonlight, this circle of city walls emitted a faint yellow light, and it actually felt a little sacred.

The surrounding Yin soldiers couldn't help but take a step back, as if they were restrained by the city wall.

Chen Haonan stepped forward with some concern and asked, "What now?" ”

Lin Mosheng sneered, "Illegal construction, demolish it for me!" ”

He took out a document with the seal of the Hong Kong government and tied it to a flag.

Then the arm muscles swelled up like a coiling dragon, and with a strong throw, the spear-like flagpole with red light and shadow cut through the narrow interval between yin and yang, and directly inserted into the city wall.

Long Po smiled slightly, and handed the prepared bucket of cinnabar to Lin Mosheng.

Lin Mosheng raised the knife in his hand, like a big pen, stirring a few times in the bucket, covered with cinnabar.

The whole person soars like an eagle falcon, falling into the narrow space of yin and yang, the pen walks the dragon and snake, and the pen is frightened.

Dismantle!

Public opinion is surging like a tide, converging in one word.

Thousands of Gangdu people who were sleeping in their dreams saw the gloomy path, saw an earthy yellow city wall, saw the demons and monsters in the city wall that were blessed by the ghost king, and saw the capitalized characters.

"What the hell is this!"

"Tear it down!"

"Hurry up and tear it down!"

"We can't let this scourge linger!"

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Public opinion is boiling, gathering in this split, even if everyone's ideas are small, but when tens of thousands of people, hundreds of thousands of ideas converge.

Public opinion is like a knife.

The moment when Lin Mosheng turned off the knife and stopped writing.

Thundered!

Under the earthy yellow city wall that enveloped the temple was like a mine, the mountain collapsed and the smoke and dust rolled up!

The violent vibration directly shook the main hall of the City God Temple, and the plaque of the great duke's selflessness fell, and with a bang, it smashed the courage of the remaining Yin soldiers.

"Impossible!"

"It's absolutely impossible!"

Li Mingli, who had already regained some of his mind, looked sluggish, he couldn't believe all this.

At the same time, the City God Seal in his hand that he had managed to grasp desperately repelled him, and the divine power condensed in his body began to run wildly.

Ma Mian also couldn't accept the changes in front of him, but he was still a little sober, and pulled Li Mingli's arm, "Run!" ”

Suddenly, Li Mingli turned his head to look at the horse's face, and the escaped Chenghuang divine power slammed left and right from his soul, making him feel like a group of snakes crawling under his body.

The souls of Liangkun's mother and son, who had just been devoured, turned into hideous grimaces, trying to escape from Li Mingli's face.

"Run?"

"Where to run!"

"Death to me!"

Under the conflict of divine power, Li Mingli could no longer control his evil ghost mentality, and looked at the Yin soldiers in the main hall, and suddenly his whole body swelled, turning into a terrifying black yin qi, enveloping everyone.

Lin Mosheng demolished the city wall and strode into the City God Temple with the Yin soldiers behind him.

He looked at the buildings around him with satisfaction.

This Yin Yang Ghost King is still good at cultivating things, at least better than that idiot of Yanagi Jiro.

Just as he observed.

Suddenly, a terrifying yin wind erupted from the main hall not far away.

A mass of sarcoma was like an inflated balloon, squeezing out of the hall with twisted hands and feet and bright flesh.

"Not good! He's enchanted! ”

Long Po's expression was solemn, looking at the six-meter-tall ball of flesh composed of dozens of hands and feet.

It's as if the flesh has just grown out of the mother's womb.

However, this 'growth' is not a natural law, but the product of some kind of aberration.

Eyeballs, internal organs, hands and feet, and various organs desperately tried to rush out, but they were frantically squeezed inward by a mass of twisted flesh.

Originally, ghosts and creatures could condense the yin body through cultivation.

But Li Mingli, who was enchanted, didn't have so much time, he borrowed the remaining Chenghuang divine power in his body to directly contain the remaining Yin soldiers, and forcibly condensed such a terrifying Yin body in front of him.

Lin Mosheng looked at this ball of meat and couldn't help but complain, "Sure enough, the big monster will transform into a second stage." ”

Chen Haonan, who had been following Lin Mosheng, had a flickering look in his eyes, stepped forward and handed over a piece of rune paper, and said, "This is the Little Five Thunder Talisman of Dragon and Tiger Mountain that I found, and it can be activated by sticking it on the demon ghost." ”

He was indeed as Lin Mosheng expected, and had several opportunities.

Originally, this time he participated in the war, he wanted to observe the situation, and once something was wrong, he used the small five thunder talisman to escape from the battlefield.

And now, Lin Mosheng has clearly won the game.

Although the sarcoma in front of him is terrifying, no matter how powerful the monster that has lost its mind, it is not as dangerous as before.

That's why he took out this little five thunder talisman, wanting to solve the matter completely.

Lin Mosheng's eyes lit up, and he took the talisman, the whole talisman was pale yellow, and the ethereal cloud patterns were outlined with cinnabar.

Good guys, there's really something good.

The speed of the meat ball seemed to be moving slowly and fast, and the already crazy and erosive sarcoma smelled Lin Mosheng's breath.

In an instant, dozens of bloodshot eyes trembled wildly, and one by one the eyes full of malice looked here.

"Lin Mosheng, I want you to die!"

"Die, you hurt our mother and son so badly!"

"It's all your fault!"

"You are so strong, fuse with us, we will become stronger!"

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The sound emitted by the meat ball was like a howl of thousands of ghosts, even if there was a military flag to protect them, the Yin soldiers behind Lin Mosheng couldn't help but change color, and they felt that their entire soul body began to shake, as if they were about to be sucked in by the sound in front of them.

And Lin Mosheng, who was standing in front of everyone, was under even more pressure, and his temples were beating suddenly, as if he had been hit on the head by a hammer.

Lin Mosheng stepped onto Hei Biao again, his expression cold, "Is there enough trouble!" ”

Behind him, the half-virtual and half-real golden body of Zhangliu is manifested, with twelve arms holding knives and guns, sticks, and flags.

In the next moment, Hei Biao rushed to the meat ball with his whole person.

Fleshy whips like umbilical cords shot out of the sarcoma, but this long whip was more than ten times more than the ghost baby that Liangkun turned into.

Left and right, up and down, almost all blocked Lin Mosheng's way.

"Kill!"

The [Spring and Autumn Knife Technique] turned into brilliant moonlight in Lin Mosheng's hands, and these moonlights rose and merged into a round of perfect moon.

Up and down, left and right, everything.

The umbilical cord of flesh and blood turned into a mass of flesh in the light of the knife.

Gan Zitai and the thin monkey rushed left and right, with the Yin soldiers who had gradually condensed the heart of the army, rushing left and right to distract the attention of the meat ball.

At the same time, their weapons were wrapped in a layer of soldiers, piercing into the split flesh ball, like maggots on tarsal bones, preventing the opponent's flesh from regenerating.

On the front, Lin Mosheng cut the umbilical cord that surged up, rode Hei Biao, and pounced on the top of the sarcoma.

Suddenly, a hole opened in the middle of the meat ball, turning into a huge mouth of a black hole, and Li Mingli's terrifying voice came from it, "Lin Mosheng!" ”

He wanted to repeat his old tricks, use the soul dementoring technique to freeze Lin Mosheng's soul, and then swallow him directly!

Lin Mosheng glared angrily, "Who are you!" ”

This voice contains a six-character mantra, with the power of a slap in the face.

Who am I?

I'm Li Mingli, the king of yin and yang?

Wrong!

I'm Liangkun, the master of Hongxing Hall?

No, no.

I'm Li Rong?

No, it's not!

Who am I?