While Yun Song was arranging his troops on the sand table of Zichen Palace, Ghost Shuo and the Demon Realm soldiers led by him suddenly found that many pale people in red clothes appeared in the surrounding dense forest. Those people have similar faces, they are all dressed in red clothes and red pants, and the cinnabar mark on the center of the eyebrows is a little inverted triangle, which makes them even more bloodless. Coupled with the dull eyes in his eyes and the slightly stiff movements of the coordination of his limbs, Ghost Shuo instantly understood that these were not real living people, but just puppets made of human essence and blood aura!

"What kind of famous and decent man he claims to be, a master of the Immortal Mountain, he actually uses such inferior and despicable means! A few puppets are just a few puppets, how can they stop my ghost general!" Ghost Shuo's eyes flashed with blood, he grabbed the nearest red-clothed man beside him, held the Dragon Tomb Thorn high and stabbed him in the chest!

In the Demon Realm, Ghost Shuo is known as a divine general, and his strength is so great that it is comparable to Pangu, which separates heaven and earth. Coupled with the incomparably sharp Dragon Tomb Thorn in his hand, even if it was an iron body, it would be pierced instantly.

"Dang!"

A metallic crash was unexpectedly remembered, and Ghost Shuo felt a shock from the tiger's mouth, and the Longling Thorn almost fell off his hand and fell to the ground. And the man in red who was caught by him was only pierced by a hole in his chest, and the skin and flesh underneath were intact, and not even the slightest wound was left!

"How so?" Oni Shuo was taken aback, he had seen a lot of puppets, and he would even make some simple ones. But most of those puppets are commonplace, and can only be used to delay the opponent, even ordinary people with kitchen knives in their hands, as long as they are cut properly, they can "kill" them. But this time, it seems that what he encountered was not an ordinary puppet. These puppets are invulnerable, and ordinary methods may not be able to deal with them.

"Fire, torch!" Oni Shuo shouted at the soldiers behind him, and someone handed him a burning torch, and he didn't hesitate to set fire to the puppet's red clothes. The flames quickly burst into flames, enveloping the puppet in an instant. Onishuo looked nervously at the body under the flames, the bronzed skin showed no signs of being burned, and it seemed that the fire would not work.

"Damn, what the hell is this!" Oni Shuo shouted frantically, and the eyes of the puppet he had just burned suddenly lit up, and he stiffly stood up from the ground, and slowly moved closer to the other companions, forming a "human wall" that blocked Onishuo's way.

It turned out that this was the case, and Onishuo suddenly understood that these puppets must not have powerful attack power, and they appeared here only to stop them from moving forward. Ghost Shuo wanted to curse a few words loudly, but thought that these puppets were just tools to be manipulated, and he couldn't understand what he said at all, and the anger in his heart had nowhere to vent, so he turned around and punched the trunk of a towering ancient tree, and a fist-sized hole immediately appeared in the trunk. Ghost Shuo held back his anger and was about to turn around and command those Demon Realm soldiers to remove these puppets, when he suddenly saw a little light flashing in the tree hole, attracting Ghost Shuo's attention.

"Giggles!"

"Giggles!"

Inside the hollow of the tree, the innocent laughter of a child came out, attracting all the attention of the ghost. In the Demon Realm, every child will be constantly instilled by their parents from birth not to laugh at will, and even if the corners of their mouths are smiling, they will be tightly covered with their mouths. What they have lost is not only freedom, but also happiness!

Too much or too much laughter will cause the ground under your feet to crack and gush out hot magma, which is another punishment from the Divine Realm for the Demon Realm. After that battle, Onishuo couldn't remember how long it had been since he had heard a child's laughter.

The soldiers behind Onishuo also heard the laughter coming from the hollow of the tree, and their faces showed intoxicated expressions. The sound in the tree hole was gradually increasing, the laughter was both boys and girls, Ghost Shuo was stupid to listen, he put his ear close to the tree hole, wanted to hear more realistically, at this moment, those soldiers watched, Ghost Shuo seemed to be grabbed by something in the head, and fell into the tree hole in an instant!

"General!"

"Ghost General!"

The soldiers of the Demon Realm panicked and wanted to rescue the ghosts, but they were stopped by those puppets. No matter how much you chop and chop, you can't defeat those puppets. And the ghost in the tree hole was also fully awake at this time, and the laughter he heard was just bait, and now he had fallen into the trap, and those laughter disappeared with it.

"Pretend to be a ghost, have the ability to come out, and fight with General Ben for three hundred rounds!" Oni Shuo roared loudly in anger, his voice quickly hitting the surrounding barriers, and then coming back, shaking his ears buzzing.

Ghost Shuo hurriedly covered his ears, and it took a long time for the voice to disappear. This time, he carefully stretched out his hand and groped around, the rough and hard feel gave him the illusion that he was still in the hollow of the tree, but the tree was not standing, but more like it was upside down.

He tried to take a few steps forward, and the space seemed to grow larger. Ghost Shuo clenched the Dragon Tomb Thorn, trying not to make a sound under his feet, he knew that most of the illusions here were deliberately created by someone, as long as he found a suitable exit, he could get out of the illusion.

"Ghost general, I've been looking up for a long time!"

A crisp man's voice came from above his head, and Ghost Shuo looked up violently, only to see a vague figure of a man wrapped in a cloud of white light, the man was dressed in white, although he couldn't see his appearance, but there was an inexplicable feeling of coldness, which made Ghost Shuo feel that this person must be a bad talker!

"Who are you from the Fog Xuan Palace?" Ghost Shuo was not as flustered as before at the moment, he played with the Longling Thorn, and said domineeringly, "This general only talks to people who are worthy of the status, if you are just an ordinary disciple, it is better to change someone!"

The other party said unhurriedly, "Since ancient times, the king has been defeated and defeated, and the general has fallen to this point, and he is so arrogant, which is really commendable." But what I want to say is that the general is only afraid that he will return home in vain. ”

"How can you see that?" Oni Shuo has always refused to admit defeat easily. The voice said, "The 20,000 soldiers brought by the general are less than 5,000 at the moment. Even so, you have not even reached the mountainside, and if the general is willing to withdraw his troops at this moment, these 5,000 soldiers can still survive. If the general insists on going his own way and the whole army is annihilated, won't it hurt his heart?"

"Five thousand, that's enough!" the corners of Ghost Shuo's mouth twitched inexplicably, "Even if General Ben is the only one left, he can take back Yuan Ding from your hands and bring it back to the Demon Realm." ”

"As I said, the general is arrogant and commendable. But if it were me, I wouldn't be so persistent, because the attachment is too much and becomes an obsession. The voice didn't seem to want to convince Ghost Shuo immediately, "I know, this little illusion may not be able to trap the general for long, but the remaining time is enough for the general to think about it!"