Compared with the thrilling tension on the ground, the silent confrontation and hidden killing, Lingzhi is rooted hundreds of meters underground in the City Lord's Mansion, cautiously hibernating, expanding thousands of branches, weakening the overall aura as much as possible, and better concealing himself.

He started from the periphery to 'close the net' to the inner courtyard, and at first he did not find the target, until he noticed the tight defensive lineup of the inner courtyard, out of caution, he did not overprobe, it was a careful feeling, but he soon discovered the abnormality of the Kupo clan.

If you don't understand the weirdness of the bitter woman, and you don't know the existence of this kind of ghost thing, no one will care, let alone consider this aspect. But Lingzhi was cooperating with the bitter woman, so when his branches appeared on the edge of the inner courtyard and searched carefully, he quickly noticed the shadow of the bitter woman hidden among the branches.

They were all still, blending in with the darkness, but they were all preoccupied with the courtyard guarded by the 'Imperial Guard' drought.

Lingzhi took the risk to take a closer look there.

Sneaking around and observing in the place where the Half-Saint and Martial Saint are under martial law, the whole scene is thrilling enough. But when he found out the real situation in the courtyard, he was also shocked into a cold sweat, and froze in place and didn't dare to 'mess' - the bitter woman was actually confronting the drought soldiers?

"What is she doing?"

With the childish 'temperament', I still feel a thrilling coolness.

"Is that a dry day?"

Lingzhi noticed the weak and thin man lying on the altar again, and the more he looked at it, the more it looked like a dry day.

"Huh?" the Drought Soldier looked back at the silent inner courtyard with a slight alarm.

The faint green eyes swept over the dark ancient trees, and even more swept over the lurking clansmen and the four half-saints.

Faintly, he sensed that something was snooping on him.

The mind and soul power of the Corpse Emperor Clan are indeed weaker than those of the Terran and Demon Clans of the same level, but the weak Cheng Dù is limited, not to be too weak and outrageous, not to mention that the strength of the Drought Soldiers ranks in the top five in the Corpse Emperor Clan, and they are one step away from the peak Saint Realm, how terrifying their strength is, even if they are immersed in their thoughts, they still remain vigilant.

So when Lingzhi was frightened, he noticed something was wrong.

The other demi-saints in the courtyard were equally alert, vague but real.

Lingzhi was immediately alert, weakened his breath, and evacuated all his branches from all the hidden ancient trees, and fell slowly and silently underground.

The Kupo people were also alarmed, and evacuated the inner courtyard with the help of darkness, but they did not go too far, and still stayed in the outer courtyard area, separated by dense forests and darkness, paying attention to their patriarch.

The courtyard was silent, but it seemed to have experienced a fierce battle, which made the Kupo tribe and Lingzhi feel uneasy.

The bitter woman in the courtyard was secretly vigilant, cautiously paying attention to the reaction of the drought soldiers.

The drought soldiers carefully searched all corners of the inner courtyard, and found no suspicious signs, just as there was a violent blasting roar in the distance, and they couldn't help but set their eyes on the increasingly 'fierce' Sacred Realm battlefield.

But in the next moment, the sense of vigilance sprouted again, and the source seemed to come from ...... Body*Hospital?

Lingzhi was silent underground, recovering all the vines, surprised by the behavior of the bitter woman, silent for a moment, thinking for a moment, suddenly woke up, crossed the ground at great speed, evacuated far away, and rushed to the lurking area of Du Yang and others outside the city lord's mansion.

At the same time, the drought soldier's face became more and more heavy, his brows became more and more wrinkled, and he slowly turned his head, his mind was like a 'tide', enveloping his body, like a silent giant 'wave', rolling and drowning it, from the periphery to the inside, and the power was superimposed.

The bitter woman was not frightened, but at this moment, she suddenly made up her mind, like a dormant cheetah, secretly crouching, ready to go, ready to give it a go.

Killing Hanchen is her most determined obsession at the moment, and the huge benefits are worth the risk she has to take all kinds of risks.

"What's wrong with the Commander?" one of the clansmen noticed the anomaly of the Drought Soldier, and the others looked at him as well.

The Drought Soldier raised his hand to stop them, and turned towards the courtyard, and his mind suddenly swelled to fill the courtyard.

But at this moment, the heavens and the earth suddenly burst into a dull drum beat.

Airplanes!!

The drums are melodious and dull, echoing the world. The space within a radius of more than ten miles trembles lightly, and the sound 'waves' are like layers of ripples of materialization, brushing through the clouds and the earth, past the ancient trees and buildings, and over all the objects that exist.

The City Lord's Mansion bore the brunt of the attack, and all the strong people were refreshed, and the ocean of consciousness fluctuated with a wave of 'waves', and the uncontrolled 'chaos' and 'chaos' caused bursts of stinging pain, and there was even a fierce killing 'desire' that suddenly 'stirred' up and filled his mind.

"Come out!" the drought soldier turned his head suddenly, stomped on the ground, and the violent force shook the city lord's mansion, cracking dense cracks in the ground, expanding hideously, and also awakening all the clansmen. At the same time, the drought soldiers slid back and collapsed directly on the altar of the dry chen, guarding the young master tightly, which was his first task.

"Protect His Royal Highness!" The eight corpse royal family demi-saints, the four scattered cultivators and half-saints, all retreated, scattered around the courtyard where Hanchen was. Their battle intent surged, the eight black coffins fell to the ground heavily, cracking the rocky ground, the coffin lid opened, escaping the corpse qi, and a low gasp appeared, filled with an invisible killing and sadistic aura.

Buzz!!Buzz!!

The drums were silent, echoing the heavens and the earth, filling the city lord's mansion.

Heavy and depressing.

The sound 'waves' vibrated the space, causing dreamlike ripples, and the sound seemed to contain strange powers, making the vigilant people more vigilant, making the cold state of mind even colder, and making the blood of the people full of murderous intent boil.

This is not a good thing, they can clearly feel that the desire to kill in their hearts is rapidly expanding, and the layers of 'agitation' are getting stronger and stronger. The blood in their bodies became hot, and the feelings of murderous intent filled their minds, although they did not lose their minds, but the excessively strong killing thoughts and reactions made them feel bad.

"Since you are here, come out. "The drought soldier looked coldly in the direction of the 'door' of the mansion, secretly clenched his fists, steadily suppressed the killing 'desire' surging in his body, controlled the excessively hot blood, and the drum sound was weird, but it was not enough to affect him too much.

It's coming fast enough, it looks like it's menacing!

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!!

The 'door' of the mansion roared open, shaking the city lord's mansion.

The black-robed ghost monk strode in, majestic and 'yin' cold, with a scalp drum in his left hand and a white bone mallet in his right hand.

The loose black robe was windless, and strange runes crawled all over the body.

A 'yin' wind gushed in with his arrival, stirring up the ancient trees in the mansion to fly, quickly withering, and the temperature of heaven and earth plummeted.

He lowered his head and frowned, and muttered to himself, like a black Buddha chanting, but in fact he silently recited a strange death prayer.

After each pause in prayer, the right hand vibrated as if it was slowing down, and the white bone mallet fell heavily on the scalp drum, and an invisible 'wave' pattern was struck, sweeping the heavens and the earth, filling the space, and causing the strong people in the house to churn.

If there were ordinary people here, I'm afraid they would have gone crazy and out of control.

If there is a dead body here, the consequences are unimaginable.

This is the scalp drum, the treasure of the Great Dao nurtured by the formation of the world of hell!

"Hell ghosts, fighting against Terran zombies, ghosts against corpses, giggles, today's battle really makes the slave family look forward to it. ”

The silver bell-like smile echoed the 'Swing' City Lord's Mansion, as if it appeared in various areas, and it seemed to echo in everyone's ears.

A bewitching and charming peerless beauty 'girl', dressed in red, with long hair up to the ground, barefoot, with the black-robed ghost monk into the house 'door', one step and three shakes, charming, endless style, endless 'temptation' and 'confusion'. But the black pupils are like endless black 'holes', ready to devour life.

Rakshasa followed the ghost and stepped into the city lord's mansion, dancing lightly in red clothes, 'stirring' up the endless illusion 'fog', setting off the 'gloomy' ghostly language, she walked softly, her posture was elegant, but it gave people a piercing cold.

The snow 'female' and 'yin' divisions appeared on the left and right walls one after another. They are like lonely ghosts, fluttering and flickering, 'gloomy' and cold.

One is miserable white and cold, and the other is 'damp' with an umbrella, they each restrain the scope of their own realm, and they do not fully show their strength, even so, the snow 'girl' steps forward, leaving a frozen footprint, and the 'yin' division holds an umbrella into the house, and everything dies and melts.

Prajna, the tomb boy, and other ghost lords from all walks of life all came, entering the city lord's mansion from different directions, each of which attracted a death crisis, a cold 'yin' wind, and a terrifying gaze.

They advanced step by step, showing their power layer by layer, making the 'yin' wind become a 'tide', making the ghosts talk endlessly, making the dark environment even darker, as if they had dragged the hell of death, enveloping the inner courtyard area.

"Beware!There are weird!!" The Corpse Emperor Clan considered themselves to be high and belonged to the supreme race of heaven and earth, and the power of the bloodline gave them a strong aura. But when the major ghost lords stepped into the city lord's mansion, their aura seemed to be suppressed again and again, and they felt uncontrollable.

What is this?!

Resentful, cold, 'gloomy'!

How do you feel like you're falling into hell?!