Outside the Yincao Jiangbei Branch, the old security guard who had guarded the place for nearly a hundred years carried the coffin on his back, bringing the impending disaster to a distant place.

This was the last time he sheltered the Bureau.

The four Grand Masters followed closely behind, their eyes revealing complexity and solemnity.

The breakthrough of the last ghost cultivator in the world has undoubtedly attracted the attention of all forces, some people want to prevent the emergence of such a powerful existence in Kyushu, some people are staring at the evil corpse after his defeat, and some people have unknown purposes......

All parties converge.

This is a chaos that is destined to end in blood.

The old man seemed to understand this, carrying his coffin on his back, unwilling to bring any trouble to this place, and walked towards the outside of the city little by little, taking this "chaos" away from the city.

His old body was a little rickety, and every step was extremely difficult.

After the Soul Suppression Coffin was moved, its suppressive power was cut in half.

There was an eerie noise in the coffin.

Uncle Wei's waist was also bent more and more, and every step he took was a deep footprint.

Several Grand Masters couldn't help.

The battle between the evil corpse and the old man has already begun at this moment, and it is not for them to interfere with life or death.

All they can do is stay on the left and right and eliminate all external factors!

At four o'clock in the morning, the streets were empty and cold, and the street lights suddenly began to flicker on and off, and then completely extinguished, and under the shadows, figures in black fur appeared silently.

"Send Uncle Wei!"

"Send Uncle Wei!"

“……”

The old man carried the coffin on his back and walked forward step by step, and a famous yin and a sad person yelled and joined the team.

Some people spontaneously lit the lantern of longevity, which has no special effect, but is just a prayer.

Someone sprinkled yellow and white money paper to open the way, begging the Yin soldiers to open their faces and let the old man have a way out.

The old man carried the coffin and smiled helplessly when he saw this.

"A bunch of stinky boys, this is the etiquette of sending the dead, do you really want to send me away from the old man?"

"That's right."

He thought about it, stepped on the yellow and white paper money, and his steps were much brisker.

After a few steps, Uncle Wei's forward movements did not stop, but on his face, the expression was already deep and incomprehensible.

"Master...... Or the captain? ”

He had the impression that these two were the only ones who had something to do with him and could do such a thing, although theoretically they were both long dead.

Because all these yellow and white paper money are all produced in the forbidden area!

Otherwise, it would be impossible to have this kind of help for his own crossing, and the suppressive power in his body was half lighter.

To obtain so many forbidden things, it was almost impossible for King Chu Jiang to do it.

Uncle Wei raised his eyes and looked around.

The bleak autumn breeze blew, and there was no one else on the streets.

"Alas~"

In the end, he sighed heavily, and it could only be attributed to his own misjudgment.

This is most likely a means that King Chu Jiang prepared for himself at a great cost.

On the street at four o'clock in the morning, the yin team walked by, and the atmosphere of slaughter was permeated, as if a group of veterans who regarded death as if they were at home, going to carry out a mortal battle!

Every time Luo Ji took a step, the invisible sound would sweep out hundreds of thousands of meters, and ordinary people who heard this sound would fall into a deeper sleep.

The streets are deserted.

The old man carrying the coffin looked resolute and kept taking a step.

Yellow paper opens the way, worships heaven and worships God;

The green lantern hangs the soul, and people survive!

As the party reached the outskirts, a thin layer of mist appeared around them, and a murky wail came from outside the city, as if some monster was already waiting there.

Uncle Wei's face was pale at the moment, his spine was pressed to the point of deformation, and every step he took, he had to pause for a while, and his steps became more and more difficult.

The weight of the soul coffin is not just talking.

What's more, the evil corpses inside are still in trouble, and all kinds of crazy scratches, cries, wails, and impacts are making this coffin more and more heavy.

One by one, the talismans attached to it automatically fell off and turned to ashes.

The Evil Corpse has fully awakened, and it is stronger than ever.

Thou shalt not be suppressed, king!

By the time the team walked on the road on the outskirts of the city, it was already nine or ten o'clock, but the sky was still in a state where it was about to dawn.

A large amount of gray-white mist shrouded the surroundings, and strange shadows seemed to be dancing in the fog.

They move stiffly, and their joints are very inflexible, jumping and jumping, jumping and jumping, jumping and jumping......

This is an ancient sacrificial dance, sometimes showing a circle of legs, two hands like a big watermelon, sometimes standing on one leg, one hand in front of the other hand, learning the appearance of a big goose, sometimes funny circles......

It looks like it's full of comedic effect.

But no one laughed, and everyone became serious.

The dance movements of these "puppets" are becoming more and more bizarre, as if imprinted in everyone's mind, even if they turn their heads away from looking, they will recall irrepressibly.

One action picture after another is becoming more and more profound.

It seems to have drilled into the soul.

Until the end.

Uncontrollable with his hands and feet any longer, he danced the same dance and strode towards the depths of the fog.

Letting the companion ghosts in their bodies roar and roar will not help!

"Smack"

A crisp snap of the fingers.

All the dancing movements were stagnant and froze in place.

In the crowd, a figure wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a light mouth walked out, and with each step, thousands of overlapping footsteps sounded at the same time.

It seems that under his feet, he is stepping on the lives of countless people!

"Yin Cao, Luo Ji, Lingjiao."

When the words fell, the puppets in the depths of the fog exploded violently, and their heads and limbs flew sideways.

And a sluggish yin cha also returned to normal at this moment.

"Keep going!"

Sun Zhengwen shouted in a deep voice.

In the mist, there was the terrifying sound of a great grandmaster-level battle.

A short distance away, there was a village next to the road, and one villager after another had been hanged from the roof, all staring at the road with wide eyes.

Strangely, they don't turn into ghosts, but they give people a creepy feeling, as if they're still alive!

After approaching.

In the mist, some figures could be faintly seen fluttering.

There are grudges, evil spirits, evil ghosts, and bloody clothes.

Hundreds of sneaky ones vaguely stood in some kind of ancient formation.

A terrifying cold aura suddenly began to permeate, dyeing the white mist a dark red little by little, and with a palpitating aura, it attacked the team.

Everywhere they passed, the grass and trees died.

Even the earth was covered with ashes.

Sun Zhengwen frowned, and when he came to everyone, he seemed to be very afraid of these evil spirits.

"Corpses, grudges, evil ghosts, evil ghosts, bloody clothes......"

Dao Xuan took a step forward, clasped his fingers, and muttered: "The Five Souls Chaos Array, such a vicious and evil array, has actually been passed down, I should clean up the portal for my Dao Alliance!" ”

A cold killing intent appeared on his face, pinched a talisman, and drew his hand in the air, and a half-meter-long, face-wide void talisman appeared, blasting into the depths of the mist.

Then he looked in a direction.

"Old Sun, I'm going to behead the evil head, let your group of boys kill from here, all the way to the east, don't look back, kill the hell, and then break the formation!"

Sun Zhengwen glanced around and nodded: "All the yin are obeying the order, kill!" ”

Led by Jiang Yi, the leader of the three groups, the group was killed.

They rushed in from the direction Dao Xuan said, and those ghostly spirits that made the great grandmasters jealous actually took the initiative to get out of the way.

If it's a formation, you have to leave a door.

Otherwise, if the array is strong enough to a certain extent, the caster himself will be trapped in it.

Dao Xuan, who is sloppy and sloppy on weekdays, has such a ability, he can see through the Shengmen of the method array at a glance, and it seems that there is a way to fix the eyes of the other party's formation, so that the Shengmen will not change.

This is completely a crushing of the understanding of the formation path.

As he plunged into the depths of the mist, an unbelievable sound rang out.

Jiang Chen glanced at the ghosts in the mist a few times, lit a few cigarettes, forcibly suppressed the impulse in his heart, and did not make a move for the time being.

Because he understands.

It's too early.

It's not time to make a move yourself.

The opponent's hole cards have not yet been revealed, so you naturally have to keep a trump card.

"Alas, Lao Wei, I broke my vows for you, an old boy, and gave up the duck to the mouth, and you will pay me another million points when you turn around."