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Kuofeng Town, Ghost Gate

The flame envoy seems to like the dress of the monk very much, at this time, he is still sitting under the lotus, floating on the ghost gate, and the lotus Buddha under him has mixed grievances.

The Buddha's praise is bursting, as if to overcome all kinds of sufferings in the world. The ghost cried to the sky, as if he knew the pain and still couldn't help but be greedy and obsessed.

In the ghost gate, the giant hand of the earth still probed the four fingers of his hand, only the thumb was still stuck in the crack, and the whole sky was filled with gold, and it was peaceful, but under the peace, it was full of rotting ghosts.

The release of nature was originally a three-petal lotus flower sitting on Jizo, and this time he inherited the will of the previous person, determined to make Jizo the supreme person.

For this reason, he fought hard to cultivate, and listened to Shenwei to plot against the Wudao generals, and finally killed him, and now he occupies the ghost gate, even if he lets the Wudao generals run away, what can it be?

If today's opportunity is exhausted, even if it is the Emperor of Dongyue, he does not know the changes in this place, just wait for the earth to hide the present world, his hundred-year plan will be completed, and my Buddha's grand wish is about to be fulfilled.

And he will be the one who has personally lifted my Buddha to the Buddha's throne, and he will be... Well?

Shi Shi looked at the clouds that gradually gathered under the light of the Buddha, and his kind face squeezed out disdain.

"How to open the altar? Oh, at the end of the road, the donkey skills are poor, with your way, in this place where there is no heavenly opportunity, what gods and ghosts can be summoned? ”

Shi Xing carried the Buddha's power, gathered his eyes, directly through the fog, and stared at the small Dharma platform outside the town, where the Buddha's qi was about to cover, the city god broke the temple.

Jingchen, the demon Dao Gu, is changing into a big purple robe, stepping on the seven stars like a decent foot, pinching the law with his hands, and reciting words.

Long Jiu and that Bai Wuchang were still in the same group, staring in their own direction, as if they were protecting the Dharma?

That Liu Katsuo... Hey, at this time, there are only the remnants left, doing a futile pre-war mobilization.

The old city god king? The golden body is destroyed, the mana is exhausted, it is not easy to maintain the body, what else can it be of great use?

Shi Xing searched and searched, and suddenly smiled disdainfully, "What about Zhang Sheng?" Heh, the sound of the east and the west? Carving insect Xiaojier, why should this envoy be transferred by you? In more than an hour, I will be a Buddha..."

When he was proud, he suddenly frowned, "Huo Ran got up", his eyes glowed with golden light and looked at the rolling thunderclouds that broke through the Buddha's light and gathered in the air, and it didn't take long for him to grit his teeth and clench his fists.

"Dragon and Tiger Xuantan Cloth Soldier Summoning Method? Good cub, no wonder there is the confidence to attack the west, and there are really two brushes. ”

"Hey, since you are asking for a quick death, the envoy will have mercy and fulfill you."

A moment ago, outside the town, the city god was ruined

Gan Lingling and Sun Xueyao stood in front of the legal platform, and the boss was unconvinced.

Before the "little uncle" left, he whispered to Cao Chengcheng and Sun Xueyao for a long time, and even explained to the old city god Wang Hong and the two yin judges for a long time, but she was the only one.

There is only one sentence, "In times of crisis, my brother, I'll leave it to you." ”

Hmph, take the old lady as an outsider, and I'm afraid that the old lady will feel that she is being excluded, so I deliberately have nothing to say, right?

Gan Lingling took out a small cloth bag from her waist bag and frowned, "Pretending to be a ghost, and talking about opening it at a critical moment, do you think you are Zhuge Wuhou?" ”

Thinking about it, she saw Sun Xueyao on the side looking at her with a gloomy face, and she was suddenly half stunned, and after thinking about it, a little confusion suddenly appeared in her eyes.

For Sun Xueyao, he dared to enter this SS+ with only the strength of the early stage of level 2, and this alone is enough to make most women excited.

In this ghost city where there is no distinction between friends and enemies, and there are murderous opportunities, he and Sun Xueyao have also been in danger several times, and it is not easy for him to come to this point, he actually relies on himself...

And this person, Gan Lingling thought of him scolding and scolding, and at the same time turned around and snatched himself out of the ghost tide, she was careful that her liver trembled a little.

That's the danger of dying if you don't pay attention, he...

Gan Lingling glanced at Sun Xueyao on the side, at first glance, it was the temper of the young lady of the family, the old lady wanted to snatch a man from this kind of Nizi, it was not too easy, if she could really get out alive...

Grab TM's!

On the other side, Cao Chengcheng washed his hands and cleaned his face, took a deep breath, slowly stepped onto the stage, looked around, and nodded.

Considering that as bait, it will inevitably attract a wild attack by ten thousand ghosts, and the location of this Dharma platform was chosen to the east of the City God Temple, at the mouth of a gourd that is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

With Gan Lingling and "Sun Xueyao", and "Liu Shengnan" leading 300 Yin soldiers to guard the only entrance, they should be able to delay some time.

Cao Chengcheng held the wooden sword in his hand and picked up a golden talisman on the offering table, "Next, Lao Tzu this time, it can come in handy." ”

"It's up to you whether you're dead or alive, Fengzi."

He took another breath, closed his eyes, concentrated, and said something in his mouth, and the gold-based talisman in his hand spontaneously combusted without fire, and instantly turned into ashes.

Cao Chengcheng's original light gray robe seemed to be covered by the aura of the group, and from top to bottom, it gradually turned purple.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes seemed to be embracing yin and yang, and everything was all-encompassing, and it disappeared in a flash.

Even the steps under his feet were already unconsciously stepping on the sky, stepping in all directions, just when he took his sword and bowed to a wooden statue on the desk, the old city god Wang Hong slowly spoke.

"Dare to ask the master, what is this altar called?"

Cao Chengcheng did not return his head, nor did he open his mouth, but the air and wind were like human words.

"Dragon and Tiger Mountain, Zhengyi, Dragon and Tiger Xuantan Cloth Soldiers Summoning Dafa."

Wang Hong was stunned for a moment, bowed back, and said no more.

The Taoist altar ritual is a very complex knowledge, but fortunately, although Cao Chengcheng only understands the skin, but... He invited the upper body, but it was the Dragon and Tiger Mountain Zhang Tianshi.

Draw the sword, and the wind rises. Pinch, Yunsheng.

This place has been isolated from the heavens, but the Great Heavenly Master can still stir up the sky and clouds, leading thunderclouds to appear, it can be seen that the Dragon and Tiger Mountain, the head of the three mountain talismans, is by no means in vain.

In the thunderclouds, swords and guns are like forests, and iron armor is like walls, as if millions of soldiers are hidden inside, rolling down and pressing the sky.

Cao Chengcheng felt two burning gazes in the distance, as well as the malice in them, and he didn't even blink his eyes, let alone look at them more.

Although he did not speak, there seemed to be thunder in the heavens and the earth to speak for him.

"Thunder and fire fly gold and electricity, shaking Mount Tai and destroying it. The hand pinched the Nine Heavenly Stars, and the body straddled the fire rhino essence. Sanchen Lang Eight Poles, all gods bow to welcome. Anxious as the Jade Emperor. ”

The wind suddenly rose, the clouds were rolling, and the Tibetan soldiers thunderclouds were half a day away.

And in the distance Kuofeng Town, the Buddha's light rises to the sky, and the horizontal bar clouds.

In the roar of ten thousand ghosts, a surging sea of ghosts is like water flooding the golden mountain, rolling from the town.

Cao Cheng has no time to care about him, he picks the Beidou with his left hand, and he is ugly in the middle of the day. The right hand picks the south bucket, and the ugly middle is in the morning and afternoon. The left hand picks three sets, and it is not at noon. Lips slightly opened.

Subtle vacuum, pinching the name. God is the same. Kunwen. Lightning and electricity, shock. Going off the rails. Modest. He God does not make, Chinese. Why the hell don't you follow. Sycalypse. Shenhu shouted, Yin. All ghosts are gone. Tough. Hearing my call, it has been. Great luck. Noon. Anxious as the old ancestor Heavenly Master Liuhe infinite and wise emperor law.

The clouds are red and hot, the thunder is bursting, and there are even some ignorant figures jumping on it, as if they will jump off the clouds in the next moment and kill the ten thousand ghosts, but...

Under the stage, Gan Lingling's forehead was covered with fine cold sweat, although her natal heroic spirit was Bai Impermanence-Xie Bi'an, and she had also been mixed in organizations like the Hundred Ghosts Night Walk all year round, but it was the first time she had seen a hellish scene of this scale.

The ghost tide is 500 meters apart, the earthquake trembles, the sky is hazy, and everything decays and cuts off the vitality of the place where the ghost tide passes.

300 Yin soldiers stood shields, spears, and their originally sluggish and dazed faces were instantly hung up with masks similar to bronze ghost faces.

The ghost tide is 300 meters apart, Gan Lingling's palm is sweating, swallowing saliva unconsciously, listening to the Dharma platform behind her, the method of deploying soldiers to summon is still continuing, but obviously... There are still quite a few processes to go.

The rise and fall of her breasts became faster and faster, and she scolded secretly in her heart, the relieved old bald donkey is still a knowledgeable person, but you can't know it later?

Let that big fairy recruit the soldiers and you know again, wouldn't that old lady be much easier.

Dragon and Tiger Xuantan, Marshal Zhao, who is that? That's the God of Martial Wealth! The fierce man who once beat the lamp and hugged the head of the rat... God.

The ghost tide is 100 meters apart.

Looking at the vast sea of ghosts with hideous grimaces and air-ground cooperation, Gan Lingling laughed instead, smiling with flowers and branches, full of charm.

"Although the old lady has never seen such a scene of hell, but... Hell on earth, but I have the privilege of witnessing it countless times. ”

Gan Lingling's mature and plump body instantly turned into a white coat and a high hat, a translucent floating ghost, a smiling face and mask grinning to the root of her ears, and ghosts howling again and again.

"Old lady, it's not a little sheep to be slaughtered! Come to war! ”

"Bang"

There was no splashing of flesh and blood, and there was no wailing and retreating, some were just 300 Yin soldiers standing at the mouth of the valley in formation, and they were "indifferent" when they bumped into the ghost tide head-on.

and the tragic battle of devouring flesh and gnawing souls under the smoke and dust in the sky.

Gan Lingling's body turned impermanent, and she fought against hundreds of ghosts with her level 3 peak strength, and in just a moment, there were dozens of ghosts on the soul hook rope, and naturally, there were countless scars on her body.

Sun Xueyao's face was gloomy, and she cooperated with Liu Shengnan seamlessly, and she was able to take the time to command the 300 Yin soldiers while working together to fight the ghost tide.

For a while, the small gourd mouth, the sound of killing shook the sky, but it still couldn't cover up the unhurried and unhurried summoning mantra on the Dharma platform.

Kuofeng Town, on the ghost gate

Shi Xing's eyes were golden, and he sneered and looked at the fight at the mouth of the gourd, "I'm quite good at choosing a place." ”

"However, this envoy only has more than 20,000 subordinates, if he summons the Black Tiger Xuantan, or the eight gods under his command... It's a big problem. Shengdong attacked..."

"Hmph, there is only a little Zhang Sheng, what can he do? Just as you wish... Tempting you to die! ”

"Liu Shengnan... No, General Wudao, hehehe, that gourd valley is where your soul is buried! ”

The golden light in Shi Xing's eyes was sheng, and the ghost thing that was originally hovering near the ghost gate suddenly stopped, and then looked up to the sky and howled, as if he saw some fresh flesh and blood, and rushed towards the small Dharma platform.

"Hey, Zhang Sheng, come on, most of the ghosts under this envoy have been dispatched, you... What are you waiting for? Come on, come on... Send it to death. ”

"Nothing makes this more enjoyable than destroying all the points of hope with your own hands. That's... A real hell. ”

Shi Xing turned his head suddenly, his eyes flashing with golden light, and the corners of his mouth smiled.

At the same time, in the south of Kuofeng Town, a tiger roar shook the sky.

Huang Lingfeng stared at Shi Xing, and in his eyes, the killing intent was awe-inspiring.