Chapter 10021 Black Hole Frisbee

"Haha!"

"The two of you are the savage ghosts mentioned by the soldiers of the Prince's Camp Chaser Regiment? Oh! No, the two of them have already surpassed the list of lowly souls in the five-person world, and they should be called immortal souls! It must be that the brothers are ignorant and have annoyed the two of them! It was all a misunderstanding just now, don't be angry, the two immortals should not be angry, this matter is over.

Now the fortifications of the people in the northeast are important, and the ghost slave military workers in the left and right frontiers are already in place at this moment, and we can't delay it, brothers and sisters!"

After a fluctuation of the pitch-black light in Xuanyang Peng's ghost palm, he glanced at the white bone soul ring under Liu Lianlang and Song Zhen's feet, and finally did not make a move, but laughed and said the above words.

Then, tens of millions of ghost slave armies were escorted by thousands of soul-pumping ghosts and walked farther away from the sea of bone tides. The whole team, all the soul-pumping ghosts are divided into three teams from head to tail, and a team is arranged on the left, middle and right sides of the ghost slave military team.

Such an escort layout arrangement, of course, is to facilitate the beating of these ghost slaves at any time.

Every time he went to the construction site, he was personally postponed by Xuanyang Peng, and if there was a lazy person in the back, Xuanyang Peng would die a large number of people if he shook his palm.

However, today's trouble between Liu Yinglang and Song Zhen has completely changed the scene of the soul whip flying in the sky in the past, and all the ghost slaves have a white bone soul soul that weighs at least a thousand pounds under their feet, and some of them are as many as tens of thousands of pounds. They can't go fast and walk like turtles. Normally, you'd be relentlessly whipped with the Soul Whip for this, but not this time.

Not only did all the soul-pumping ghosts just fly in the air, shaking the soul-pumping whip and shouting, but even Xuanyang Peng was just silently holding the pitch-black handsome flag, walking with a gloomy face, although he looked at the snail-like moving team, full of fire, but he never dared to make a move.

Xuanyang Peng squinted, staring at Liu Xianlang and Song Zhen in the center of the team, thinking in his heart. Of course, he also knew that these two strange monks in the world were also wandering around their bodies.

How did they manage to kill their fellow ghost people, did they discover the mysterious existence of the soul of life and the heart of life of the people of the ghost tribe? No, this is the secret of life and death that only the people of the ghost clan know. They would never have thought of it, let alone know that any ghost clan would never say it even if they died.

Xuan Yang Peng has been thinking about this question, but he has never figured it out, and at the same time he is thinking about how to deal with these two difficult ghost slaves.

Liu Lianlang was on the move, his mind was running rapidly, and he knew very well that he and Song Zhen had killed hundreds of soul-pumping ghosts at the same time, and the matter could not be settled like this, but how would the other party deal with himself and Song Zhen next? At this moment, for safety, the best way is to run.

However, if they run away, it means that he and Song Zhen are completely exposed to the sight of the ghosts, so that the two of them will become the targets of the entire Southwest Soldier and Xinjiang Three-Way Army everywhere, and there is not much blood red wind in his hands, how can so many Yang soldiers be killed, and the final situation must be extremely embarrassing.

Besides, so many ghost slaves in front of him have been implicated because of their own and Song Zhen's actions, if they escape, how can they survive. Simply, don't do it, don't stop it......

Liu Lianlang thought about it before and after, and finally made up his mind not to leave, and formed a sinister plan in his heart.

Tens of millions of ghost slave soldiers move very slowly, every step they move, it is extremely difficult, because the white bone soul circle under their feet is too heavy, their bodies are constantly consuming soul power because of fatigue, every day, some have survived for up to 10,000 years, but most of them can't survive for hundreds of years, and the soul power is exhausted, and then the soul is completely scattered and can no longer be condensed.

Today they feel infinitely relieved and comfortable in their hearts. The two new refugees, who don't know which human world they came from, and who didn't know what spells they used, actually killed hundreds of lifecriminers, which was something that had never happened before. Of these hundreds of soul-pumping ghosts, each soul-pumping whip did not know how many unjust souls were sucked to death. Now that they're dead too, it's a relief.

It feels so good to walk without being whipped by the soul whip, and tens of millions of ghost slave soldiers feel that not being whipped is the greatest enjoyment of life in the Netherworld and Hell, and a smile appeared on their faces.

The smiles on the faces of the five human souls were the most terrifying thing in the eyes of the countless demons of the Netherworld, because it meant that what they feared most was beginning to happen.

Tens of millions of ghost slave foremen raised their heads at once, smiling together, and moving slowly.

"Kid, you'd better run away, our monks can't fight them!"

The messy old man with white hair and thin hair was walking between Liu Lianlang and Song Zhen, and he also had a comforting smile on his face, looking very content. But he comforted the two of them with his heart.

"No, we're not leaving, Uncle Dreamer!" Liu said with some moisture in his eyes.

"Master!?"

Hearing the third brother Liu Yinglang call the thin old man on his side as Uncle Dream, Song Zhen's heart throbbed, and as soon as he thought about it, he immediately determined that this poor old man was the mentor he longed for. I always thought that the teacher had completed his cultivation in the Xuanling Gate Immortal High Realm. I didn't expect my teacher to ......

"Master!"

Song Zhen was about to kneel down with his teacher in his arms on one side, his eyes suddenly burst into tears, looking at his teacher with mixed feelings, and his heart was like a knife.

"Zhen'er! get up quickly, don't let them find out that we know each other, then you will be in a worse situation! They are most afraid of ghosts and slaves knowing each other. Therefore, every night only one ghost slave needs to build a white bone tent as big as one person to live in, and every other year, all the ghost slaves in the southwest military territory have to be exchanged with each other in large quantities to prevent ghost slaves from having bad intentions!"

Song Zhen's body was just bent, and he was immediately stopped by the real person of the illusion, and then said the reason. Hearing this, Song Zhen quickly wiped away his tears and pretended that nothing had happened. Then the three of them continued to speak.

"Uncle Dream Master, how did I find out that all the ghost slave soldiers are human monks and warriors?

Liu Zhilang has been observing these ghost slaves for a long time. It was also because of such careful observation that he discovered that this thin old man was a real dream, because there was a little trace of the spirit of the peak master Huanchen bead unique to the world as a disciple of Xuanling Sect on his waist.

Liu Lianlang was shocked, and then looked at the complicated eyes of the real dream, and finally confirmed his discovery. Fantasy Dream Zhenren originally didn't plan to recognize his beloved apprentice and apprentice nephew, because he was so depressed and didn't want to make the two children sad, but he was recognized by Liu Lianlang, so he naturally had to admit it.

"What the nephew of the Wandering Master said is good, the people who can come here are all monks in the world, and there are very few martial artists, even if a few come, they are about to enter the Tao with martial arts.

In this netherworld, the hierarchy of souls is very strict, from high to low, it is divided into ten types: immortal, superb, beautiful, good, high, high, medium, good, flat and poor.

From the best to the best is their food, and the immortal soul refers to the soul of us monks, which is the most powerful of all the souls in the world, but I don't know why they don't make food, but instead get us to the military frontier to be coolies!

Those inferior souls are the souls of ordinary people in the world. They were all exiled to the Floating Ghost Domain in the 100,000 Ice Plains Snow Domain, and only a few of them later became strong and became what they called wild ghosts, and they could get to the inner frontier to be all kinds of ghost slaves.

If they disobey individually, they will issue a Sun-Absolute Order in the entire Barbaric Ghost Territory, and after being caught, they will be sent to the two major prisons of Netherworld and Hell, the Poison Abyss Domain and the Absolute Sun Maze Domain, where they will suffer all kinds of unknown tortures. These two prisons are the eighteenth layer of hell rumored in our world, and the details are not known. ”

After listening to his teacher's words, Song Zhen was very puzzled, and just after crying, the rain was clear, and he said with a smile: "It's also strange, let the immortal soul not eat, let us do coolies, but eat those lower souls, haha! If they weren't afraid of the souls of our monks?"

"Well, what Zhen'er said seems to make sense, for more than ten years here, I have been paying attention to observing and pondering, they keep whipping the ghost slave with the soul whip, as if urging the ghost slave to do things on the surface, and there are deeper reasons, but I can't figure it out. They are afraid that we are strong, and the more our soul power dissipates, the happier they will be. ”

Song Zhen's joke, the real person of the dream did not deny it, but felt that it made sense.

Liu Lianlang silently pondered the conversation between Dream Real Man and Song Zhen, thinking as he walked.

An hour later, a very huge saucer-shaped black giant disk suddenly appeared in front of the entire ghost slave sapper team, as black as ink, blacker than Xuanyang Peng, and it looked very evil.

"What's that, Master?"

Song Zhen saw the huge black disk, didn't know what it was, and asked.

"It's a black hole flying disk, which is equivalent to some teleportation circles in our immortal world, and it's a means of transportation. After a while, we walked in, and after a short flight, we arrived at the construction site of Rencheng. ”

This huge black hole flying disk, all the ghost slaves have long been familiar with it, so there is no strange feeling at all, just habitually walking towards it, and the team in front of it has begun to have ghost slaves walking inside.

Liu Yinglang looked at the huge black hole flying disk, like a demon lying in the dim netherworld, opening an incomparably huge mouth that devoured light, hideous and cruel.

Tens of millions of ghost slaves kept disappearing in front of the huge darkness, how many companions would disappear in the sight of the ghost slaves behind, and the black hole flying disk had no entrance, but all the ghost slaves walked into it one by one.

I've been riding countless times, but I never know where I got in or what door I came out of. Anyway, I walked into its darkness and went inside.

Liu Lianlang and Song Zhen also felt the same way, and inexplicably entered the black hole flying disk.

However, the black hole flight disk is not dark, it is as bright as day, the space is huge, Liu Zhilang visually measured it, and there are about 3,000 zhang in radius. The black hole flying disk is obviously black, but when you look out from the inside, everything is extremely clear, the originally dark sky outside has become daytime, and the sky is black and the sun has become like a red sun on earth.

The height of the black hole flying disk is also extremely high, about more than 1,000 zhang, and when you look out, you have the feeling of seeing the mountains at a glance.

Standing inside, you can clearly see the ghost soldier camp of the Marshal of Zhongjiang and the crown prince of the underworld, as well as the vast sea of bones in the distance. This black hole flying disk is plate-shaped, and the bone tide sea looks more similar from a distance, and their shapes are very similar.

However, Liu Lianlang and Song Zhen have another feeling, that is, they are also very similar to the Chaos Luo Xiang Wuji Disk Heaven and Earth Disk.

This time, Xuanyang Peng didn't ride a tall horse to send all the ghost slaves and soul-pumping ghosts to the black hole flying disk, so he couldn't wait to turn the horse's head, and a puff of smoke disappeared. Instead, he rode steadily on the dark horse and stood proudly in front of the ghost slave ordnance.

The black hole flying disk shook suddenly, and took off with a roar, and everything in the bright world outside instantly became a thing of the past, and then everyone saw that the black hole flying disk as bright as day flew into an infinite dark space world.