Including Qiu Ping, the faces of all the gods changed drastically.

Everywhere you look, a dense mass of infernal ghosts shuttles through the space, frantically attacking them. If it weren't for the support of [Jiangshan Kanyu Tu], then none of them would have survived.

"Spread out!" The head of the Yin and Yang Division let out a long roar, and the fifty Yin Cha and a thousand shrimp soldiers and crabs who came with him quickly changed their formations and no longer gathered together.

Faced with an almost infinite number of infernal ghosts, they had no way to resist at the moment, and only in this way could they minimize casualties as much as possible.

If they were still together, it would only take a dozen or so ghosts to form a formation and kill them all!

Not only them, but the entire incense pillar gathered the power of the gods of more than 100 counties, but the number of gods is more than 2,000, plus the Yin Cha and sailors, there can be 100,000.

But these 100,000 troops are far less than the number of these resentful ghosts, and the individual strength is even more different.

It's not that the power of Shinto is not as good as that of Abi Hell, because this is originally a military training, so that the grassroots gods can get some training, so that nothing really happens in the future, and these gods will be embarrassed and useful.

If you really want to encircle and suppress these infernal ghosts, the Shinto will send at least seven gods and above.

"Which powerful being made the move? Such an act would be too despicable. The head of the Yin-Yang Division looked up at the sky, and the giant pillar of incense and the world diaphragm of the Abi Hell and Hell were still colliding, rippling out one after another.

There are unspoken rules in this world, and the forces of all parties tacitly understand that the high-level combat power will generally not go to the grassroots forces of others to kill others, otherwise it will be completely chaotic.

Moreover, the sum of these people and the giant pillar of incense may not be very valuable.

Obviously, there may be a deeper conspiracy involved, and they are just cannon fodder or ...... Bait.

"Whoosh."

Chen Jiaping's old turtle shrank his head, completely hid in the turtle shell, and rolled out of the bones.

The other gods also used their own magical powers, desperately dodging the attacks of the Infernal Ghosts, and now there is only one life, and no one wants to die here inexplicably.

The shrew got up at some point, and ran faster than anyone else.

"Smack."

It's not that everyone has a powerful ability to save lives, almost in an instant, three gods were slapped into meat sauce, and then never resurrected.

Among them is the Daping Mountain Spring God that Qiu Ping is more familiar with.

The other party was originally a koi carp, although the roots and feet were not as deep as Qiu Ping's, but they had an auspicious atmosphere.

A few days ago, in the autumn season, many literati held a poetry meeting next to the spring of Daping Mountain, which made this spring god famous. It is rumored that within a few years, Chenghuang will upgrade him to help him enter the ranks of the eight-rank gods.

But now, he is dying here.

But Qiu Ping didn't have time to sigh, because he couldn't protect himself.

More and more resentful ghosts gathered around the giant pillar of incense, and his space to escape became more and more limited.

……

At the moment when the [Jiangshan Kanyu Map] lost contact with the gods, all the city gods in the entire yang world sensed it in an instant.

This treasure is under the joint control of the Rank City God, and between breaths, they know what is happening.

Through this treasure, their gaze crossed the infinite space and saw the scene beyond the hell of Ah Bi.

Outside the world, a stone tower with a wide base and a masonry structure is above the Underworld, sealing off the space ahead.

On the octagonal side of the stone tower, it is decorated with skulls, bone swords, bone bowls and other netherworld treasures, which are constantly exuding black qi outward, looking at the evil spirit.

Many city gods saw this stone pagoda, but they couldn't tell what it was.

I can only recognize that this is the system of the Futu Pagoda, but it belongs to the treasures of Buddhism, and it stands to reason that it will not be so evil.

"Quickly report to the emperor and Fengchan Mountain, something has happened!" No matter what the origin of this Futu Tower is, the treasures that can block a layer of hell are not something that these city gods can solve at all, even if it is a five-rank city god.

It is up to the "King of Mingling" who has to sit in the imperial capital to save the trapped gods.

They sent out the message quickly, and they were anxious.

"Futu Tower...... Futu Tower, hum, there is a Buddha Gate in the Netherworld, and other forces may not dare to imitate this...... I've long heard that Yin Si is not peaceful, but I didn't expect it to come so quickly. "The county god of Changning County sits in the temple, like a clay sculpture, only his eyes occasionally blink.

He has a big clan behind him, and he knows far more than ordinary gods.

In this world, there are not many people who have the courage to argue with Shinto, or ...... Seldom.

"Qiqi Chenghuang, the monks of the Luohan Monastery came to pay a visit." A small official from the Courier Division walked in and whispered, interrupting Chenghuang's thoughts.

"Luohan Monastery...... You don't have to, right...... Let them give me some peace. ”

Cheng Huang was annoyed at the moment, and waved his hand to let the little official leave.

It didn't take long for the [Map of the Mountains and Rivers] that was originally suspended above the City God Temple to suddenly shrink out of thin air, and if you stood outside this world, you could see a middle-aged man in a bright yellow robe stretching out his hand and lifting it up, picking up the treasure that covered the entire Yang World Shinto system, and turning it into a picture scroll in his hand.

The city god of Changning County hurriedly bowed, to be precise, it should be the city god of the whole world to salute.

Because this middle-aged man is the head of the world's city gods, and the world's first-class city god - Chengtian Jianguo Simin Shengfu Ming Ling King.

King Mingling stepped out and came to the end of life and death.

In front of him is the deepest part of the vast and endless Netherworld, the Hell of the Nose.

He held the scroll in his hand and swung it forward, and in an instant, this heavy hell shocked, and the world diaphragm that was originally suppressed by Futu shook wildly, and cracks like swimming snakes appeared.

"King Mingling, you are the god of the yang world, and you also want to interfere in my netherworld?" I saw that in the crack, there were countless black imps pouring out.

These little ghosts quickly closed and turned into the image of a demon with a cloak hundreds of feet high and a bulging head.

However, King Mingling noticed at a glance that the other party's head was wearing a crown shaped like a prayer building, and his eyes couldn't help but become a little colder.

"Boom."

With a wave of his hand, the demon exploded in an instant, and then he was included in the map.

"King Mingling, it's just a few thousand little gods, a few months of incense, and some miscellaneous soldiers, and after those gods die, they will become the ghosts of my Abi Hell, which may not be a good thing for them. You have to think clearly, if you really tear your face with us, we will cut off the communication between your yang and yin! ”

Inside the Floating Tower, a deep voice came over.