Flames grew in the sea of vines in the basin, and countless tongues of fire poured forward, burning the vines that had stopped growing.

The dazzling flames cascaded into the sky, the rolling waves of air flew forward, and the moonlight dimmed again, and only the flames that rose to the sky flickered endlessly. The blue night sky was instantly reflected in a fiery red.

Song Dingbo, standing above his head and surrounded by endless vines, stood on tiptoe and looked ahead. After seeing a fiery red in the distance, and thunder and flickering electric light falling from the sky through the gaps between the vines, I suddenly felt bad in my heart.

His nose moved, and he could smell a pungent smell of smoke from the slowly warming air.

"It's fire!" After a while, Song Dingbo's heart sank, and he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat in his palm, and hurriedly exclaimed loudly to the ghosts around him: "Chop the vines and retreat!"

"Don't just retreat. Huang Zu, who was still standing in the air, suddenly stopped performing the operation and fell, sweating profusely on her head, she stood beside Song Dingbo, her eyes flashed with a little horror, and she said urgently: "Quickly let your sergeant remove the rattan armor on his body, and cut off all the vines around him, so that there is no combustible material under his feet and within a zhang of his surroundings." ”。

"The enemy is attacking?" Song Dingbo, who asked knowingly, heard this, forcibly held back the anger rising in his chest and grabbed Huang Zu's collar, looked directly into the other party's eyes with an angry and incredulous gaze, and asked coldly: "Can't you take these damn rattans back?"

Huang Zu used to always see the dragon but not the end, mysterious and secretive, even Song Dingbo, a loyal fan of Du Ziren, and senior cronies only knew that she would control birds and trees, but they didn't know if she could take back these vines and trees?

But seeing that Huang Zu was a little ashamed and shook his head silently, Song Dingbo's heart instantly seemed to have fallen into an ice cave.

If the ancient god was still there, she might be able to take back the rattan, but her Huang Zu was only a human soul, and the wood spirit technique she had learned was not complete, so it could be said that she was a half-ass. Therefore, the grass seeds can only be turned into vines and grow infinitely in the moonlight, but it is completely impossible to turn the vines that have already formed back into grass seeds.

Song Dingbo stared at Huang Zu who was silently bowing his head for a moment with wide eyes and stunned, and scolded in a deep voice: "Asking you to support our army is the biggest mistake. ”。 After speaking, he looked around with a cold gaze, and the large and small vines that crisscrossed and were almost impermeable to the wind suddenly smiled.

There was bitterness in the smile, and a hint of despair.

Among these vines, the thinnest is as thick as the thighs of a male soul, and they are layered and scattered, even if the soldiers are cut with knives and axes, they will not be able to cut them all in an instant.

Soon after, the smoke became thicker and thicker, and Song Dingbo, who still had a glimmer of hope in his heart, said weakly to his heralds: "Order the whole army, do what Huang Zu said." After that, he sat down on the podium with his legs limp, looking up at the vines that arched and intertwined overhead.

At the same time, the feather people and the people of the Nine Shadows Army were dispatched in unison. They flew in pairs and in twos carrying the bulging oil drums over the Southern Barbarian Army, opened the lid of the oil drum and pointed its mouth downward, circled in the air, and threw the oil drum into the vines below.

The strong smell of fire oil mixed with the smell of death emanated from the thick ink liquid that had been sprinkled on the vines.

Song Dingbo's pupils dilated, and there was a huge burst of gunfire in the air, and countless * and Zi Gong roared down, submerging into the vines that were doused with fierce fire oil.

Around the command platform where Song Dingbo was, several flames rose in an instant. The waves of air swept through the splinters, and the vines all over the ground turned into flaming dragons one after another, rotating their direction with the rising and falling night wind.

The tongue of fire suddenly jumped up several feet high, licked along the unlit vines around it, and spread rapidly. The burning vines "crackled" one after another, and soon became a dozen flames undulating, and the waves of fire crisscrossed the sea of fire.

Even on the land where there were no vines, as long as it was drenched with fierce fire oil, it burned with the sparks that fell from the burning vines.

The flying soldiers of the Nine Shadows Kingdom did not give up, and then airlifted many oil drums, continued to pour fierce fire oil from the barrels among the vines, and also threw countless burning canisters with high flames at the mouth of the canister to the bottom.

In less than a moment, the pungent smell of smoke filled the sky outside the pass in the firelight, and countless rattans became charred in the rise of black smoke, and gradually turned into bits of ash and fell with the wind.

This time, the Southern Barbarians no longer had to slash and axe through the dense cane around them, as the flames would help them burn up the stout plants, but the Southern Barbarians also had nowhere to hide under the increasingly fierce flames.

The terrible and incessant screams also resounded in the night sky.

The Southern Barbarian Army was either burned by the flames, or the vine trees that fell to the ground after being burned were smashed into the ground. And all these disadvantages were caused by Huang Zu, who gave hope to the Southern Barbarians not long ago.

When Song Dingbo was already desperate to the extreme, Huang Zu took advantage of his inattention and took off again on tiptoe.

"Huang Zu, don't run!" When Song Dingbo reacted, Huang Zu was already in the air, overlooking Song Dingbo, who was so anxious that he stomped his feet, and smiled proudly.

Just when she was very proud of her escape and ascension to heaven, suddenly a feather man fell quickly from the top of her head, and when she stepped forward in an instant, the feather man picked up the three-eyed long gun in his hand and gave Huang Zu, who was still looking down at Song Dingbo, a blow to the head.

There was a muffled sound above Huang Zu's head, and his eyes suddenly burst into flames. Like a kite with a broken string, it swayed and fell from the sky. In a blink of an eye, it smashed heavily at Song Dingbo's feet, his throat was sweet, and he spit out a mouthful of blood gushing like a spring.

Huang Zu looked up at the air, the feather man who had already raised his gun and aimed at her chest, his eyes showing a little despair.

Song Dingbo, who was choked by the smoke and coughed a few times, did not help her, but shouted while fleeing from her: "Retribution, retribution!" The tone was full of pride and excitement.

"Bang!", a flame erupted from the muzzle of the gun at the tip of the fire gun in the feather man's hand, and shot towards the chest of Huang Zu who was lying on the ground......

In Yuque City, today can be described as an empty alley. The news that Xiao Si lost the fragrance in order to save Xiao Shizhu quickly spread to the middle of the Nine Shadows Kingdom. Then Jiang Ziwen secretly instructed the storyteller to arrange it into a legendary story, and told it in turn in the storytelling shed every day, and in less than three or five days, this matter was well-known in Yuque City.

On the walls of the inner and outer cities today, as well as on the palace walls of the Yuque Palace, the flags of the Nine Shadows Kingdom that used to hang high on the pole in the past have all been lowered to the middle of the flagpole at this moment. On the doors of every house in the city, white silk and black paper flowers are hung.

And almost all the people in the city, along with the ghost mother Yingying and the black and white impermanence, and the ghosts in the court, poured outside the north gate of the city, waiting quietly.

The eyes of each ghost were filled with heavy sadness, and the expressions on their faces became serious. Heaven and earth are filled with an oppressive atmosphere.

For a long time, the people and officials of the Nine Shadows Kingdom, whether they are human souls or demon souls, as long as they are not traitors, they have been taken care of by Xiao Shizhu, and they have lived a very comfortable life. In the past, the ghosts of the Nine Shadows Kingdom had long revered Xiao Shizhu as a god. After learning through the storyteller that Xiao Si didn't care about his past suspicions and sacrificed his life to save Xiao Shizhu, who was about to die, they also respected this little ghost who was only twenty-six years old, and mourned.

A hero of the people and the country was successfully portrayed by Xiao Shizhu, so every household in the city hung white silk on the door to express their sorrow for Xiao Si.

After learning that Xiao Shizhu would personally escort Xiao Si's body back to Yuque City, they tacitly organized, and stood in the open space outside the city gate to look at the north silently along with the ghost mother who went out of the city to greet Xiao Shizhu.

In the silence, the dark clouds covering the sun quietly rolled in, the cool breeze whistled, and then fell from the sky was a curtain of rain beads made of a series of raindrops.

None of the ghosts held up an umbrella, not even the ghost mother herself, so they stood silently in the rain, looking out at the end of the official road that stretched north in front of them.

Under the wind and rain, after a while, when all the ghosts' clothes were completely soaked, a group of souls carried a chariot with an umbrella cover on their shoulders and appeared at the end of the official road.

As the group of ghosts got closer and closer, the waiting ghosts saw through the dense rain and fog that the leader of them was a tall soul like a jade tree.

The waiting ghosts suddenly tightened their hearts.

In the wind and rain, the souls of the group of people carrying the chariot on their shoulders are getting closer and closer. Many ghosts with good eyesight have already seen clearly that the human soul at the head is the Nine Shadows King whom they admire incomparably.

Xiao Shizhu, who was soaked all over, had no regrets on his rain-soaked face, and all that was left was sadness and regret.

Sitting cross-legged on the chariot was Xiao Si, who had a delicate complexion, thin eyebrows and thin lips, and his clothes were neat and clean, without even a trace of wrinkles. Only the slightly innocent face, the eyes tightly closed.

The umbrella on her head shielded her from the wind and rain, and kept her at peace.

Ying Ying, who was not far away, looked at it fixedly, and suddenly felt dizzy, and her body leaned and almost fainted. Fortunately, Su Su, who was following her, hurriedly reached out and helped her.

The steps are getting closer and closer, and the sadness in the air is getting heavier and heavier. Choking and whimpering came one after another in the sound of the rain, mixed with the sound of the dripping rain, and played a sad song.

The electric light crossed the sky to illuminate the dim world, and then a thunderclap sounded, Xiao Shizhu lowered his eyes, and took the dozen or so souls to carry the chariot, and stood in front of the ghost mother and Ying Ying without saying a word.

His face was already red, and the rain was constantly falling, and he couldn't tell whether it was mixed with tears.

Xiao Fuling, who was following him, held the Five Spirit Sword left to her by Xiao Si in both hands and lowered her head slightly, deliberately avoiding the grief-stricken eyes in her master's eyes.

She blamed herself and felt guilty, if it weren't for her clamoring to go to the battlefield, Xiao Si wouldn't have accompanied her. And if Xiao Si doesn't go with him, today's result will no longer exist.

Xiao Shizhu was even more heartbroken, even though the scene of thousands of empty alleys in the city showed that he had successfully shaped Xiao Si into a great hero admired by thousands of ghosts in the Nine Shadows Kingdom. But this modest effort failed to save Xiao Si's life, and Xiao Shizhu felt very incompetent for the first time. Obviously he is the son of God, and he clearly says that he exists to protect the ghosts, but he can't even protect a female ghost doll who has not yet reached adulthood.

Looking at Xiao Si's face under the wind and rain, the tip of his nose was sour, and the mouths of the people were full of sad cries, he looked at the ghost mother silently, and the ghost mother also looked at him silently.

Each saw the grief and regret in each other's eyes.

After a long time, Xiao Shizhu, who had not put down his steps for a long time, mustered up the courage to slowly turn his head, and moved his gaze to Yingying, who was standing beside the ghost mother, her body trembling under the wind and rain, and her eyes were so heavy that she couldn't lift them at all, she opened her lips and squeezed out a sincere voice from between her teeth: "I'm sorry." "Three words.

"Smack!" rang out as his voice landed. Ying Ying recklessly raised her right hand like a jade shoot and slapped Xiao Shizhu hard.