"Where did the wild ghosts come from to make trouble under the rule of King Dade" Before they could take a closer look, they heard a loud shout in the space, and then a fierce ghost holding a spear, with a hideous face and a bloody mouth appeared.

This ghost must have been a general in the army before his death...... Looking at the powerful ghost in front of him, Chang Jin instantly guessed the other party's foundation.

But any sergeant who has seen blood, after death, his soul is born with a bloody aura, and it is condensed like substance, just like in front of him, faintly visible black gas through the armor, and the top is also stained with stained blood.

There were bursts of evil qi scattered from the body of only one ghost immortal, but those grass-headed gods hurriedly stirred up the incense fire and whispered.

"Be bold, stare your dog's eyes wide and see clearly, this is the city god of Wanshan Mansion. What a great virtue king, but just a rogue ghost. The Lord of the City God is here today, just to ask your master to come out and surrender" Seeing the arrogance of the ghost on the other side, Wang Yan immediately stepped forward and reprimanded loudly.

"Chenghuang, are you the Chenghuang of Wanshan Mansion?" The powerful ghost stared at Chang Jin, and then roared angrily: "What about Chenghuang, eat my spear first"

Before the words fell, an awe-inspiring killing intent had already fallen on Chang Jin's head.

"Hmph, don't measure yourself," Chang Jin's wrist moved slightly, and followed the sword back to the sheath.

The ghost screamed, followed by a half-body gurgle, turning into a black mist.

"For the time being, spare your dog's life, hurry back and report it, and let King Dade come to see me," Chang Jin said coldly.

"You wait," the ghost suffered a big loss, and hurriedly turned around and ran.

After a while, I saw the gate of the palace flashing, and hundreds of ghost soldiers appeared from it. Seeing these sergeants, Chang Jin's eyes couldn't help but stare at each other: they were all already in the realm of ghosts and immortals, how could it be possible?

If Chang Jin was only slightly shocked, the faces of Wang Yan and the other gods changed greatly. They didn't expect that in this inconspicuous Yin Sealing Space, there were so many powerful ghosts hiding there.

Moreover, as these powerful ghosts marched, they formed a phalanx, and a trace of bloody aura emerged from them, gathering more and more, getting thicker and thicker, and soon formed a thick cloud and mist.

More than a dozen feet away, they could also feel that the huge killing intent was like cold ice, as if it was about to freeze them completely on the spot.

"Kill" These sergeants suddenly burst into a loud cry and stopped.

With their shouts, a bloody light scorched, and it seemed to be accompanied by countless shouts of fighting.

Affected by this momentum, many gods suddenly shook their heads with incense and luck, and there were signs of falling.

Before the war began, they had already taken away their momentum.

I really stood up later, and I was afraid that the strength on this side was not an opponent at all. Thinking of this, Wang Yan couldn't help but show a little worry on his face, and turned his head to look at the city god lord at the front.

"It turned out to be the capture of the soul of the comrade, no wonder there is such a big evil qi" Chang Jin snorted coldly, and the sword was drawn again.

In an instant, a sword light flashed in the void, and the condensed evil qi like ink was cut off, and in a moment, it slowly dissipated. If his guess was not wrong, these powerful ghosts had such a realm, naturally because they had devoured the souls of their comrades. It is recorded in the "Chronicles of Wanshan Mansion" that when Liu Yuan invaded Wanshan Mansion, his subordinates coerced more than 100,000 homeless people.

After the defeat of the army, there was not one out of ten displaced people, and the battlefield was full of blood.

Although the souls of most of the displaced people will slowly dissipate over time after death, those sergeants are different, they have strong minds, and with the blessing of military luck, most of the souls can be preserved.

If there are no accidents, this space will at least have a soul.

But just now, Chang Jin released his divine sense, and there are only hundreds of powerful ghosts in the current space, not even a thousand. If you look into the blood on their heads, you can feel that there is a grudge between them.

"Thank you, Master Chenghuang" Many grass heads came to their senses, and they were cold.

"The king has arrived," and then another voice came.

Only the sound of horses' hooves was heard, and twenty or thirty yin horses formed a military formation and rushed to the gods. The leading Yin Horse was obviously much taller, with a majestic weapon, hissing with a wide open mouth, and glowing ghost fire erupted from his eye sockets.

On horseback, a fierce ghost in armor sat upright, although it was transformed by yin qi, it had completely condensed into substance, and it looked like it was no different from the flesh.

The other party's color was slightly yellow, his beard was more than a foot long, and there were a few black and white charms on his forehead, but at this moment, he just turned his head slightly and glanced over, and his eyes burst out with boundless killing intent.

"You are the city god of Wanshan Mansion Yin Si? just a city god, but it is equivalent to a five-grade official in the world, why don't you kneel when you see this king?"

When the gods heard the voice, they couldn't help but feel the urge to bend their knees.

"A former dynasty rogue, who also dares to call himself the king of great virtue, and dares to let the city god kneel, he really doesn't know whether he is alive or dead. Chang Jin also responded with a spell when he spoke.

This powerful ghost is just a true immortal, and his realm is much worse than Chang Jin, and the power of the spell cannot be the same.

As his voice came out, an invisible vortex naturally swept up in the void, blowing the boundless coercion without a trace, and then like ripples, it swept towards King Dade one by one.

The Yin Horse under the Throne of Dade was a rare good horse in his lifetime, and he can endure this heavy oppression at this moment. It's just that the rest of the yin horses are uncomfortable, and they are neighing one by one, and even spinning in place, trying to take off their masters.

"You have some magical powers, no wonder you are so arrogant, this king looks down on you. If you are willing to bow down now, this king will spare your life. In the future, when this king's Yin Si Hades Mansion is fully developed, I can ⊥ you to be an emperor, how about it?" King Dade looked Chang Jin up and down before he spoke.

Listening to the other party's tone with a bit of charity, Chang Jin couldn't cry or laugh. He remembered that in "Wanshan Mansion Chronicles", he remembered very clearly that Liu Yuan was cunning, so why did he speak without going through his brain at all now.

Could it be the reason why the soul was severely damaged after death? A guess popped up in Chang Jin's mind.

"Interesting, really interesting, a powerful ghost who was sealed here by the Taoist Academy, and couldn't even break through this space, actually tried in vain to open up the underworld, should this city god praise you for being ambitious, or blind and arrogant?"

"You...... Damn" was exposed, Liu Yuan was furious, stretched out his hand and pointed at the other party and said: "Since I don't know whether to live or die, this king will refine the divine soul of you and others for me to kill today."

"Kill" got the order, and hundreds of ghost sergeants roared in unison, brandishing weapons and rushed over.

"You wait to stand back for the time being, form a magic circle to defend, and see how this city god kills the enemy" Chang Jin raised his sword in his hand and said loudly to the gods behind him. He made this tour to show his strength to the gods.

It was because he did not let Wang Yan organize the gods to resist, but instead fought with a sword to stop the fierce ghosts who rushed over.

Most of these sergeants are ghosts and immortals in one or two turns, and only a few are ghosts and immortals three times. When they were two zhang away, Chang Jin suddenly swung his sword and fell.

"Yin ......" The chilling sword slashed towards the ghost sergeant with the aura of mountains and rivers, and in an instant, the light filled the sky, and the evil qi in the entire space surged.

Everywhere he had seen, the twenty or thirty fierce ghosts in the front suddenly screamed miserably, turning into black mist and sizzling with a degree visible to the naked eye. Almost in the next moment, the waves rolled and the black mist was swept away.

The gods in the field, along with the remaining ghosts, showed a look of horror on their faces. Destroy dozens of powerful ghosts in the realm of ghosts and immortals with one sword...... What kind of cultivation is Chenghuang, and the sword in his hand is not an ancient treasure?

For a moment, the gods and the ghost soldiers on the opposite side turned their minds sharply, and they all turned their eyes to the sword in Chenghuang's hand.

It's a pity that even if they let out their divine sense to investigate, they could only feel that the sword was ordinary, without any signs of spiritual power surging. However, in this way, the sword became more mysterious, and it became a strange treasure that could hide its aura.

It's really several times more powerful than before...... Seeing that the powerful ghosts he killed with one sword hesitated and didn't dare to move forward, Chang Jin was also a little surprised in his heart.

He cultivated the way of killing the sword, which was originally awe-inspiring. A few days ago, when he fought against the Kunshan Daoists, Chang Jin had a new understanding, and integrated the momentum of the mountains and rivers, along with the incense and fire power, into the way of the sword.

A sword is swung out, and it has a magnificent momentum that sweeps all things in the world.

Now that he has unified the Wanshan Mansion Divine Domain, the power of this sword path has reached a higher level.

"It's really powerful, no wonder you can be a city god, but this space has the magic seal of Yuqing Dao, which can isolate the incense power, your sword should consume a lot of incense power, even if it is powerful, how long can it last?" King Dade said self-righteously.

"Really?" Chang Jin asked rhetorically, and the sword in his hand rose again.

Everywhere he went, he turned to ashes, and dozens of ghosts died again.

Even a yin horse on the side of the military formation felt that his soul had been cut off and could not maintain his form at all, so he neighed and dissipated into a blur of smoke.

King Dade's face changed again, and he hurriedly pulled out his double wedge from his waist and raised it, and suddenly a strong bloody aura came out of it, and countless black shadows faintly appeared on it, screaming miserably in his mouth.

"All the sergeants listen to the order, kill me, and see how long he can hold out" King Dade had a hideous face, like a crazy beast, and his roar shook the heavens and the earth.

"Kill" listened to the master's order, and the remaining ghost sergeants shouted in response.

"Huh...... What's going on?" At this time, Chang Jin felt that the other party's momentum had changed again.

At the moment after King Dade gave the order, the majestic bloody aura condensed into a cloud above the military array, and a black and red python entrenched on it, fangs and claws, terrifying.

As the army array rushed, a faint roar came from the mouth of the big python, and then it pierced through the void and rushed straight towards Chang Jin.

Looking at the military formation in front of him, it was very different from before, and there was an indescribable huge force rolling forward. In a trance, Chang Jin seemed to see countless mutilated bodies faintly in the bloody aura, screaming from his mouth, holding weapons, and the followers charged in unison.

Recalling the scene he saw when he followed General Yu Qi to the sea to exterminate the evil gods, Chang Jin immediately understood: this is the morale of the army...... There is no difference from the essence of the magic circle of the two realms of immortals and gods.

The magic circle is laid down with spiritual power or incense, and the military array is morale. Morale is a wonderful thing, you can't see or touch it, but once it is condensed, it is huge.

These hundreds of sergeants were gathered together, and they were already bloody. Now that he is led by King Dade, it has become even more murderous.

Layer by layer, Chang Jin only felt that his red silk was trapped in a viscous and pitch-black swamp, and there was invisible mud pulling his body tightly, and it was extremely difficult to make every slight movement.

Under the invasion of this killing intent, the gods standing behind the city god showed horror one by one, their luck swayed on their heads, and the power of incense quickly faded. It seems that he is going to fall off the throne in the next moment.

Chang Jin didn't flinch and dodge, straightened up, the long sword slowly drawn, and he also spit out one word in his mouth: "kill"

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