"God King, have you really decided? Can just a few of them do it? There are hundreds of thousands of horses on the other side!" Yan Meng'er followed Changping all the way to the Yanwu Hall, only to see twenty black-clothed people standing neatly in the center, at first glance, everyone was neither strong nor able to see that there were outstanding martial arts, presumably the black tiger sergeant on the side was much thinner, Yan Meng'er saw it in her eyes, and her heart couldn't help but worry.

Looking at Yan Meng'er's sad face, Changping's face was relaxed, and he smiled, "These are all the best in the dungeon of the Southern King." ”

"Dungeon, isn't that ......" Yan Meng'er was taken aback, and became even more puzzled.

Changping smiled slightly, turned his head to look at the black-clothed man in the center of the field, and said coldly: "That's right, they are all prisoners, and they are death row inmates who have been imprisoned for more than twenty years, what I fancy is the rancid smell emanating from their bodies, each of them is already a living dead, and life and death have no meaning for them." ”

Looking at Changping's strange appearance, Yan Meng'er couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart, "Since they are already like this, can they use it for you, once they are released, they won't run for their lives?"

"Hehe" Changping sneered a few times, "Escape, the entire Eastern Wilderness Continent, how can there be a place for them, besides, what they want is not to survive, they have been in that kind of life for more than twenty years, what they need is a chance to be reborn, this opportunity is only I can give them." ”

Yan Meng'er seemed to understand what Changping meant, and nodded silently.

"Come on, give them something!" Chang Ping gave an order, and four black tiger sergeants walked up from behind, each holding a wooden plate in his hand, on which five black masks were placed, and the four of them walked in front of the twenty black-clothed people, each black-clothed person did not hesitate, and picked up the black mask from the plate. Straight to their faces.

"Raise your head" Changping shouted, and the twenty black-clothed people raised their heads in unison, and Yan Meng'er on the side looked at their masks and almost shouted in fright.

It turned out that these black masks were all made of black iron, and they were carved with various facial patterns, and these patterns were either crying, laughing, struggling, or painful, and the faces were twisted and hideous. It was extremely terrifying, which really made Yan Meng'er gasp.

She looked at Changping again, but she still had a cold smile on her face.

"From this moment on, you are no longer the walking dead in the dungeon, but the Shura ghosts under the command of my god king, your past, your sins, and your grievances will be forgotten at this moment. Complete the mission, and I will make you human again!" Changping stared at each of the people in black, and looked at each of them.

A resounding reply echoed in the Yanwu Hall: "Thank you, God King!"

Yan Meng'er looked at these Shura ghosts and listened to their firm answers. I couldn't help but look at Changping in front of me again, the god king in the hearts of the human race, maybe this is his divine power, so that the lowly soul can rekindle the hope of life. And pay for it, even life.

"Changping" Yan Meng'er couldn't help but shout.

"What's wrong?" Changping turned his head and stared at Yan Meng'er. Looking at the slightly adoring look on her face, Changping couldn't help but smile.

Yan Meng'er didn't say anything, just smiled in return.

"Listen, everyone, pack your equipment, and set off tonight!" Changping glanced at everyone with a cold face, and all the Shura ghosts quickly left the martial arts arena and prepared to go.

"Are these people all?" Seeing that the Shura ghosts had dispersed, Yan Meng'er asked Changping in a low voice.

"They are the pioneers, and there was backup that day," as he spoke, Nanwang and Changfeng, as well as Qiushui Boyang and Qiushui Wanshan of the Qiushui Clan, also walked into the martial arts arena, and the four of them walked straight in front of Changping.

"It seems that the God King's Shura Ghost is ready!" Nanwang looked happy, looked at Changping, and then looked at Yan Meng'er on the side.

"It's a little shorter, but it should be enough for this time. Changping looked confident, "Are your men and horses ready?"

"All are ready. King Nan also looked affirmative, and Qiushui Boyang and Qiushui Wanshan on the side echoed: "It's all ready according to the requirements of the God King." ”

Changping nodded: "Very good." That qiē went according to our plan, and three days later, it was the day of the decisive battle. ”

The four of them bowed their hands, all with grim faces.

Seeing that Changping had finished arranging all the deployments, Yan Meng'er was a little anxious, thinking, "Why doesn't it seem to be used for me at all?"

At this moment, Nanwang and the others had already been ordered to leave, and only the two of them were left in the Yanwu Hall.

"Yan'er, it's just the two of us now, I have some special things to tell you, it's important, you must keep it in mind. Changping suddenly looked at Yan Meng'er with a stern face, and Yan Meng'er was shocked unconsciously.

I saw Changping slowly approaching, leaning his face to Yan Meng'er's ear, and suppressing his voice very low, and the entire Yanwu Hall seemed extraordinarily silent......

The night shrouded in the Nanhuang Castle, and Changping stood alone on the platform on the top floor of the ancient castle, and there was a loud sound of the water of the Ganges River beating against the walls of the ancient castle.

"God King, everyone has arrived" Changping's voice came from behind him, and he saw him standing beside Changping with a solemn face.

Changping turned his head to look behind him, and the twenty Shura ghosts were already standing there in full armor, with strange black masks on their faces, and their whole bodies were even tighter in black, all carrying a black burden behind their backs, which were full of things.

Changping stepped forward, carefully looked at everyone's equipment, nodded at everyone, and finally walked in front of everyone, with a cold smile on his face.

"They are still two days away from us, but tomorrow the victory or defeat will be decided, and we are the key to this victory!" Changping said coldly, but his eyes shone brightly. Changfeng on the side saw it in his eyes, but he was excited in his heart, he was also a veteran who had led troops for many years, but this was the first time he had seen this kind of formation, if it weren't for the idea of the God King, he would definitely not agree to such a risky, even suicidal attack, and even robbed a large camp of hundreds of thousands of people with only twenty people. Such a risky method is probably something that no general would even think of it.

"Changfeng!" suddenly heard Changping's voice in his ears.

"En, here!" Changfeng came back to his senses and hurriedly responded, "The subordinates are here!"

"Remember, after we leave, we will immediately straighten out the people, and we must arrive at the predetermined place at the scheduled time, understand!" Changping stared at Changping, his face unusually solemn.

"God King, rest assured, your subordinates will definitely complete the task!" Changfeng bowed, his face full of determination.

"Okay!" Changping nodded, turned his head to the Shura ghost, "Let's go"

In the Nanhuang Castle at night, twenty-one black figures, like bats in the night, rose in the wind and flew into the boundless darkness......

Looking at their distant backs, Changfeng's face was full of surprise, and it wasn't until all the people melted into the night that he hurriedly turned around and left, his steps showing extreme eagerness...... (To be continued......)