In Jinyang City, the soil in the corner of the wall suddenly gathered, forming twelve people, they killed people when they saw them, and then jumped on the city wall, the exorcist couldn't pass three moves in their hands, and kept shuttling on the city tower, as if no one was there, and their goal was the soul bell.

Just in front of the big bell, with a loud bang, they were shattered by the soul bell, the bell stopped and they returned to their original state, and stabbed directly at the bell ringer, Yue Hui was next to the big bell, took the lead in drawing his sword to block, avoiding the first blow but not avoiding the second blow, seeing that the enemy's sand sword was about to stab his own vital point.

Poop!

With a crisp sound, a stone scattered the sand sword, forcing the clay man back, and the other clay men quickly destroyed the three bells, and the formation of the exorcist was chaotic, and a hole appeared, and the demon alliance took advantage of this time to attack, Wang Jingze stepped forward and pulled Yue Hui down, and the clay man knew that Wang Jingze knew it.

"Save this city, save your home, save this beautiful and harmonious city" Yue Hui begged Wang Jingze, who could be appreciated by his godfather, affirmed it, and now the soul bell is broken, and the demon alliance army is attacking the city tower, but he is powerless to protect it.

Wang Jingze didn't speak, pushed him away, and the twelve clay men held sharp blades in their hands, surrounding Wang Jingze, here he is the danger, the defender of the city is not as terrible as him, controlling him is equivalent to controlling half of the victory in Xicheng.

The bell rang loudly, and the wave did not stop and the wave rose again and again, but the bell of Xicheng was gone, and the big array broke a corner, and then the big bell was broken one after another.

Each knock seemed to make a final cry, telling heaven and earth that they had never been afraid. Zheng Yan stood still on the wall of the North City, his eyes kept staring at the impenetrable black fog, and the same was true of the twelve soldiers beside him.

Now the outdated soldiers who come to attack the city, attack the city tower, but they can't attack this big Jinyang City, the city has to have an exorcist enough to deal with it, but those who have not yet come forward are terrible, Zheng Yan will hold the big enemy to hold this Jinyang City, dare not easily move, the giant python in the sky is not false.

Twelve clay people launched an attack on Wang Jingze, Wang Jingze came up head-on, smashed a clay man with a punch, and recovered in the next second, there was a more remarkable, when Wang Jingze's fist hit himself, he consciously turned into scattered sand, and then attached to Wang Jingze's fist, a hard axe was formed, if it weren't for his hard arm, he would really be cut off by the axe.

Wang Jingze shook it hard, threw the clay man out, and continued to meet the attacks of the other seven, seeing their positions and moves, Wang Jingze remembered little by little, and wanted to quickly destroy the clay man's heart to become kind, from the mentality of the enemy to the competition, Wang Jingze said to himself: "It turns out that this is the secret of the sword mystery, the way of the sword is three thousand, there is only one sword, the length of a hundred schools, and the great simplicity of the road." ”

Wang Jingze grabbed the sword on the ground, the sword was sure to hit, and the twelve clay people were always two sections under Wang Jingze's sword, and they couldn't kill him, so they continued to attack him after the coincidence.

This kind of entanglement will cause a big incident, the demon alliance is approaching the inner city step by step, and it has to be resolved quickly, and it is anxious to destroy the twelve clay figures, only to find that they can be virtualized, and every time they attack Wang Jingze's sword is always in the air.

Until Wang Jingze smashed the head of a clay man, there was a cloud of black gas hidden in the sand, and he quickly grabbed it with his hand, it was an ink talisman, that is, a ghost painting talisman.

Wang Jingze instantly understood that it was the masters outside the city who controlled the twelve clay figures, and Wang Jingze said to Yue Hui: "Protecting yourself is the greatest contribution to Jinyang City." Then he turned out of the city, and instinctively went into the black mist, if he could get this ghost talisman in his hand, wouldn't he be like a fish in water when he practiced the sword, no matter what, he had to go and see it.

The long-awaited Zheng Yan also set off, followed by the twelve exorcists, who were going to catch the controllers behind the scenes, and finally be able to annihilate them in one fell swoop.

When they arrived in front of the black mist, there seemed to be thousands of ghost hands stretched out, wanting to pull them in, and the exorcist with a knife raised his knife and slashed vertically, splitting the black gas in half in diameter, and the thirteen people did not stop, and quickly rushed in.

Soon I saw a person sitting on the Taishi chair, giving people a devastating body that could not last long, if he did not turn into a ghost, the old man who was paralyzed on the bed and could not move, looked like he was dying, there were demons and ghosts under him, all of them were strong and strong, and several of them had broken through to the level of the earth, and the contrast with such a commander was very great.

"Zhang Bingyao, you were also an exorcist, have you forgotten the oath of the exorcist?

When he was still a human, he had a share of the construction of the Ten Thousand Fu Wall, and he should have thought that it was he who helped the ghost army break through the Ten Thousand Fu Wall, and no one except him had this ability.

"Oath, gods?" Zhang Bingyao sat on the Taishi chair and whispered, and then laughed sadly: "Oath? I have paid so much for the human race, in exchange for the destruction of my family, the gods? When I bow down and ask for help, where are the gods? If I kill my wife and children, I will be buried with the whole human race." ”

Zhang Bingyao's past Zheng Yan had heard that when he was young, he did his best to repair the Wanfu Wall, and when the Wanfu Wall was completed and went home to see his wife and children, he found that they were no longer alive, and the children were sent by the people to sacrifice to the demons, saying that it was given to the gods.

The child's mother committed suicide due to depression, Zhang Bingyao was grief-stricken, and wanted to seek justice for his wife and children.

Zhang Bingyao was mad, and the second half of the crazy time was really distressing.

"The Terrans are immortal! Zhang Bingyao's thin fingers were raised slightly, and his vicious eyes stared at Zheng Yan, he was on the left and right ghosts, entangled with the twelve exorcists, Zheng Yan said loudly: "The exorcist is the easiest, death is also life and death, if you don't do demons, you don't turn ghosts into ghosts, you don't harm people, you are not used by demons, and the world is clear." ......”

This is to tell Zhang Bingyao the oath of the exorcist at the beginning, everything is considered from the standpoint of the human race, he is an ancestor, and his ideological consciousness is many times higher than that of the younger generation, hoping to wake him up and stop the siege of Jinyang City.

"Kill!" Zhang Bingyao shouted heavily, not wanting to give Zheng Yan a chance, watching the destruction of the human race, he seemed to have some comfort in his heart.

"I'm sorry!" Zheng Yan picked up the flute, lightly brought it to his mouth, and as soon as he opened his mouth to play the flute, the strong flute sound instantly blew away the surrounding black fog and was unreasonable.

The sound of the flute made the world sad, and the ghost soldiers who attacked ten steps disappeared in an instant, Zhang Bingyao frowned, and sighed: "What an onmyoji, but it's a pity that Zhifeng can't move forward." ”

As soon as the words fell, the pen in his hand moved lightly, and four or five grains of ink dripped from the brush fell to the ground, instantly turning into a ghost general, attacking Zheng Yan, the momentum was surging, and it seemed that he was not affected by the sound of the flute.

When the twelve exorcists saw it, they hurriedly returned to guard and guarded Zheng Yan in the middle, he kept staring at Zhang Bingyao, not affected by the sound of the flute in the slightest.