I don't have the slightest affection for these flock-like fellows who sacrifice the lives of their fellow sheep to survive.

Today's events seem to have displaced them, but in fact they have given them a new lease on life.

Escaping from Beibi Mountain and taking root and surviving independently in the outside world can make them always at peace.

When the ghost king is defeated, they can still rebuild the former village in the ruins.

Murphy was no longer entangled, and his beautiful eyes were staring at the center of the mountain, the location of the altar.

"Hidden Dragon, when are we going to do it?"

The escape distance of the villagers was too close, and it did not lead the eyes and ears of the ghost king away.

I replied, "No hurry, wait."

This is a whole day and a night.

Murphy and I were condescending and could survey every move in the entire Beibi Mountains.

In just one day, half of the people in the entire Beibi Mountain have retreated to the border of the Beibi Mountain.

There are even people with mules and horses at home who have run out of bounds.

Originally, Murphy and I thought that today's Beibi Mountain would be a river of blood.

As I imagined, the killing spree didn't happen.

The people of the North Mountains are extremely intelligent, and they can easily detect that whether it is a walking corpse or a ghost, it is extremely easy to deal with a single person.

Once people form a group, they dare not approach easily.

Hundreds, thousands of them formed a group and marched along the avenue, and even put on a simple battle formation.

Murphy was puzzled, "Hidden Dragon, you said that these people clearly have a way to escape, why didn't they want to leave before?"

I thought for a moment, "Probably...... It's the equivalent of boiling a frog in warm water."

"If the temperature rises slowly, the frogs in the pot will not struggle desperately and will be thoroughly cooked all the time."

"But if you throw a frog into boiling water, it'll be so hot that it will jump out immediately."

"Misfortune and blessing are relied upon, and blessing and misfortune are lurking, this is their life, and it is also our life."

The people have run to the periphery, and these hands and feet of the ghost king have also been transferred out of the central area, and I should start to show my skills.

"Let's go!"

Murphy and I mounted the Bone Spirit Horses and immediately rushed forward.

Judging from the map, the terrain of the entire Beibi Mountain resembles a long snake with four claws stretched out.

With his head facing east and his ass facing west, there is also a large river running through the east and west, which is a natural place for the dragon to ascend, no wonder the ghost king can live so nourishingly.

With a concealment charm, we rushed all the way to the source of the water due east and east.

Without the help of his minions, the Ghost King is like a blind beast that doesn't even notice our existence.

Directly east, under a mountain cliff, there is a lake covering an area of almost one hectare.

In the middle of the lake, there are nine springs, gurgling outward.

Running nearly 1,000 kilometers from east to west, almost all the rivers flow from here.

I said, "You're in charge of protecting the Dharma, and I have to refine some gadgets."

I sacrificed the Qingyang Ding and began to refine the weapon for the first time in my life.

Among the treasures taken from the Jin family, there are many spiritual weapons, all of which we don't need.

I took out a good grade spear, threw it into the furnace, and urged the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Fire to shorten.

Compared to alchemy, the refining weapon is slightly easier, and it is not the skill of climax, but the purity of the flame, and the understanding of the formation.

A truly powerful spiritual weapon, which has a spiritual power amplification, or the blessing of special effects.

The long sword with sufficient strength and ability to absorb spiritual power is branded into the ice formation during the refining process, and the sword light slashed out has a freezing effect.

I have inherited the mantle of Prime Minister Zhuge and am extremely proficient in mastering the formation, and I have countless heaven and earth spiritual fires in my body, which can refine these extremely strong spiritual materials.

The spear was wrapped in flames, and after smelting about a stick of incense, it turned into one

Molten iron.

Under the control of my soul power, the molten iron was evenly divided into nine parts, cooled and solidified into long strips.

The temperature in the furnace continued to rise, and the runes outlined by my fingertips fell densely, merging into the long strips that were still deforming.

A full hour passed, and nine delicate blue-black short spears swirled in the air.

On the short spear, there are floating patterns of swimming dragons, and there are dense dark patterns of charms, flashing with strange light.

I grabbed one of the spears and threw it into the river.

"Let's go, next!"

It took me a full five hours for the whole nine short spears, until the next day, when they alternated in drowsiness, and then they were inserted into different parts of the river.

The last short spear fell at the tail end of the river.

Murphy had been tossing and turning with me for so long, his hair tossed on horseback, his eyes full of fatigue.

"Hidden Dragon, what the hell are you doing?"

With no one to disturb me, I opened the door to the world of Sumeru and dodged into it to rest.

It's refining again, and it's locking the position with the gossip disk, and I'm too tired to be clear.

I lay on the ground and said with some exhaustion, "If you want to destroy the ghost king, you have to imprison this world and destroy its feng shui terrain."

"The feng shui here is dominated by the dragon vein, and if I destroy the dragon vein with the dragon cutting array, I can severely damage the ghost king."

"It doesn't matter if we can kill the Ghost King or not, as long as we hit it hard and weaken the formation here, we can take the opportunity to escape."

Murphy couldn't help but be surprised, "You're going to destroy this land with the power of one person?"

"Why, can't you?"

"Uh...... It's not that it can't be, it's just a little too whimsical."

I explained, "I'm going to destroy the entire Beibi Mountain, not by personal strength, but by formation."

"Formation, use strange things to array, turn heaven and earth and ten thousand laws for one's own use, and use heaven and earth to fight against manpower."

"When we recover, you will know the mystery of the formation."

The crowd all fled, and there were still five hours left at most until the Ghost King turned his back on us.

There was no time left for explanation, and I slowly sat up from the ground, closed my eyes and concentrated on recovering my depleted body.

Murphy no longer asked, but silently cultivated with me to restore the spirit and spirit in his body.

A full hour had passed, and when I opened my eyes again, I was refreshed.

Murphy, who didn't have much to consume, was waiting for me early.

I whispered, "With all the preparations over, it's time for us to fight to the death."

"Are you ready for death, or for life?"

Murphy held the nameless sword in his hand, and said with a fighting spirit, "When have I ever been afraid!"

"Good!"

I waved open the passage, and the two of them reappeared at the end of the river.

Directly ahead, the yellow sand area outside the blue light curtain is the safe area outside the Beibi Mountain.

But this thick barrier is a barrier that we can't cross.

If you want to leave, you will kill the ghost king!