Bai Ling on the city wall was condescending, only to see the hungry ghosts pressing the villagers backwards, and the junction between the two sides was full of red blood flowers, accompanied by the screams of humans and the screams of ghosts.

Many hungry ghosts jumped forward on the bodies of their companions, jumping directly into the human line and killing them. One or two heads are enough, and they will be wiped out soon, but what about dozens, hundreds?

Severed hands, severed feet, terrified human eyes...... Bai Ling subconsciously closed her eyes and couldn't bear to look at it again.

On this trip, she had expected all kinds of hardships and dangers, but this?

The scene of the humans in the city facing the evil spirits really broke through her imagination.

The years in the Heavenly Wolf Valley are not quiet, but no matter how much you fight openly and secretly, it is far from this.

More and more hungry ghosts poured in from outside the city. In addition to the hole in the city gate, more ghosts who smelled the smell of blood couldn't bear to wait in line, and went directly over the wall.

The soldiers at the head of the wall, under the command of the left move, quickly evacuated.

The gates were lost, and standing here could only be used as food.

Yan Saburo stood on the tree, only to see that the black pressure below was becoming denser and denser, and it was full of hungry ghosts. He sent a series of arrows, and there was a red lotus karmic fire attached to it, and one of them burned one, much faster than others wielded their swords to cut them.

However, more and more hungry ghosts entered the city, and their strength became greater and greater, which pressed the human race back step by step, and the defense line moved back again and again.

At this moment, dozens of hungry ghosts suddenly turned their heads, ran to the bottom of the big tree where Yan Saburo was, and began to climb.

He's being targeted.

As soon as the young man lowered his head, he saw the Seagod Envoy slowly pacing over, standing ten feet away from the big tree, surrounded by hungry ghosts.

She was very cautious, knowing that Yan Saburo would never approach danger in order to gain cultivation. The ants gnaw at the dead elephants, and all she had to do was stand here and watch the hungry ghosts devour his human companions.

He suddenly shouted: "Seagod envoy, why don't you and I cooperate?"

The Seagod Envoy glared at him without saying a word, but the corners of his mouth showed a sneer.

Cooperation? Pan Tugou is about to die, but this kid is going to talk about cooperation, isn't that called a dying struggle?

"Don't say Pan Tugou, even if you kill none of the living people in Taoyuan, the guardian will not show up. Yan Saburo continued, "You can't succeed either. ”

Poseidon made his face expressionless.

Yan Saburo made persistent efforts: "Taoyuan originally had a population of one million, but now there are only more than 100,000 left. Every few decades, there are major disasters or epidemics, either natural or man-made, and these past events can be verified. His calm voice was not only heard by the Seagod Envoy, but also reached the ears of the Wu City Lord and others, "More than 800,000 people died, and the guardians were indifferent, what is the use of you killing here?"

The Poseidon was silent.

At this moment, Chitose suddenly sighed: "Tong Xincha, have you seen him?"

Yan Saburo's gaze swept over the people behind the Seagod Envoy and shook his head.

He didn't see Tong Xincha's figure.

This is strange, I just saw this person freeze the moat, why did he disappear in a blink of an eye?

But at the moment, everyone's eyes are on the Seagod Envoy, except for Chitose, who has the leisure to pay attention to the seemingly insignificant Tong Xincha?

During the dialogue between the two sides, the army of hungry ghosts advanced more than five or six feet.

Their ferocity terrifies their opponents, and it is clear to humanity once again that flesh and blood cannot fight such monsters.

The front of the township army, retreating again and again, and the rear is the house of the human race.

Next, don't you want to turn to street fighting?

City Lord Wu suddenly raised his voice and asked Yan Sanlang, "Are they all in?"

The question was endless, but the young man condescendingly glanced out of the city, and said quickly: "Eighty!"

The army of more than 20,000 hungry ghosts is endless, and more than eighty percent of them have rushed in.

"Enough. The city lord of Wu shouted, "Get up!"

Huo Dongjin stood behind him, and when he heard the words, he took out a silver plate from his arms, rubbing it, and chanting it in his mouth.

The mantra is very short, only a dozen syllables. The sound fell, and the ground immediately appeared abnormal.

The ground that was originally hard suddenly became softer. The creature standing on the ground, whether it is friend or foe, feels a great suction coming from under his feet, and pulls himself down quickly!

The hungry ghosts looked down and saw what ground was under their feet, and it was clearly reckless yellow sand!

They instinctively want to jump out, but they can't lift their legs - quicksand is worse than water, and the water is buoyant, but these quicksands only pull people down!

Even the Rakshasa is not immune.

Just now, he rushed to the front with a giant halberd, invincible, and tore out a gap in the human defense line several times, if it weren't for the stubborn resistance of the aliens in the crowd, the township soldiers would have been unable to bear it.

Rao is like this, two of the strangers under the Wu City Lord were also killed, and one was seriously injured!

His heart was bleeding when he saw it. These good hands followed him to fight in the north and south, and their cultivation came second, but they were all loyal and professional, and every death was an immeasurable loss!

Now the Rakshasa has also suffered, and the bigger it is, the faster and deeper it will sink into the quicksand array. In the blink of an eye, the other imps couldn't lift their feet at most, but he had already sunk to his knees.

Zuo Qian shouted loudly, and the human army quickly retreated when he heard the order, and the city lord of Wu had already grabbed the Benlei bottle in his hand and recited the prayer.

This prayer is unpretentious and has only one request:

Be sincere!

City Lord Wu simply closed his eyes, ignoring the hellish scene on earth in front of him, and concentrated on reciting.

He is the city lord of Pantugou, who has done a good job in the past few years, and is a victorious general, and he is very popular with the people.

Halfway through the recitation, a pale white light glowed all around him, and he looked like a god from afar.

The effect was immediate. It was only interrupted once, and the electric wire in the bottle was directly dispersed, and then it re-aggregated at an extremely fast speed.

At this time, if anyone pays attention to the heavens, he will find that the zenith is rapidly gathering dark clouds. The more the city lord of Wu recited, the thicker the dark clouds became.

But its area is not large, and it covers the west of the city.

This vacant land area is not small, after the city lord of Wu took Pan Tugou a few years ago, he demolished a large area of houses behind the city gate and leveled it into an open space as a buffer zone for the battle.

Now is the time to prove that he has a vision—

The city lord of Wu ordered people to prepare a quicksand formation here in advance.

This is a large battle formation, which has the advantage of a large range and wide coverage, and the disadvantage is that it cannot be moved and costs a lot. To set up this array, Pan Tugou's income for two years has been subsidized, but the effect is immediate, and there are countless ghosts.

Enraged, the rakshasa grabbed the hungry ghosts around him and threw them ashore, and many of them were able to leap high and jump directly on the bodies of their companions and jump into the crowd.

The scene was chaotic for a while, but after all, there were only a few who could escape, and most of the hungry ghosts were stuck in the mud, and this cluster of ashore elements was quickly cleared.

The rakshasa is tall and long-handed, and on the edge of the quicksand trap, he stabs his halberd to the ground, and he has to use his strength to prop himself up and go ashore.