The rain needles fell, fell on the Qingxi uniform, and then slid to the ground.

If these rain needles hadn't touched the flesh and bones of those demons, they wouldn't have given birth to those weird flesh and blood balls that crawled on the ground. They only slowly seep into the dirt, through the gaps between the soil and the rocks, and gradually sink into the soil layers, returning to the spring veins that have long been thirsty.

This is the truth of the world, no matter how sharp the rain needles are, when they fall to the ground, they are free from the constraints of magic, return to their silent nature of moisturizing things, and return to their promised land underground.

Just like Wei Ye and Mrs. Diyi, who have been fighting in the air for a long time, they will eventually tear apart all the boring greetings and solemn pomp and circumstance, and meet officially.

Large and small flesh and blood balls like mounds, baskets, and buckets, wriggled wantonly, split, and devoured each other in front of Wei Ye. However, on the stone steps of the viewing platform, in the middle of the flat platform, there was a water mass that had not been mixed with any monster flesh and blood and raised slightly. Immediately, the rain stretched towards the sky, standing up like a semi-liquid mass of extremely malleable mass, and from the surface of the water mass first surfaced the facial features, and then the hair mustache and hairpin ring.

Finally, layers of water waves emerge from the water mass, decorating the posture of an earth god who can be called graceful.

Wei Ye stared at the water image of Mrs. Diyi floating on the platform, and couldn't help but spit out: "At this time, I still play these useless pomp and circumstance." ”

However, after spitting, Wei Ye still showed a mocking face to Mrs. Diyi with his usual smile. The only thing that's not beautiful is that he still has one sleeve to protect his head, which makes the Sven face who laughs like a mockery seem sincere.

"Mrs. Diyi, or rather, the lord of the demons in Huaili County, Mrs. Luo, you are finally willing to come and meet me, the evil guest—although, you still use this water elephant incarnation. ”

Mrs. Diyi's rain-condensed figure also carried a bleak cold rain-like chill, and a pair of cold eyes glanced at Wei Ye, who was standing under the platform and in front of the stone steps, and asked calmly: "At this moment, Mr. is still unwilling to retreat?"

"Why do you want to retreat?" Wei Ye asked directly, and then said as a matter of course: "The ghost army led by Mrs. Diyi has been all put into reincarnation by all the monks of this inch, and the ghost army of the right guard has been abolished. Under this fatal rain needle, the demon department under the rule of Ah Luo Niangzi was almost dead, and only these mud monsters were left to support the scene. ”

Looking at the crystal clear and crystal-clear false shape, Wei Ye snorted and made up for it: "You ghosts and gods, who have lived for more than a hundred years, have only learned two things. One is to promote demons and be good at prestige, and the other is to enjoy extravagance and willfulness. As for the military battle, an incense moth with a noble status like Madame doesn't know and doesn't dare to understand. At this moment, in front of me raising my sword and asking about the sin, let me ask, should you retreat?"

In a word, Mrs. Diyi's incarnate body condensed by the rain made it more transparent and cold.

However, it is too unrealistic to ask a human priest who has not even cultivated the body of a half-immortal to let go of her dignity and pride, and to be slapped in the face with a human monk who has not even cultivated the body of a half-immortal.

Mrs. Diyi no longer wanted to talk to Wei Ye, she raised her hand slightly, and a black object slipped out of her rain-condensed wide sleeves. As soon as the object touched the stone surface of the platform, the rain on the platform was dyed a deep black.

The black current surged endlessly, converging towards the side of Mrs. Diyi.

A dark iron armor emerged from the black stream, and those black rainstreams immediately poured into the iron armor. A tall and mighty armor soldier appeared beside Lady Diyi.

And with this change, another Western Regions war horse condensed by black rain appeared on the side of this armor soldier.

The armor soldier came out, the war horse appeared, and the Xuanjia knight, who was covered by the rain curtain and the iron can't see clearly, immediately turned over and got on the horse, and glanced at the immortal warlock under the platform with a reckless attitude.

The knight who came out of nowhere grabbed the reins of the horse with one hand, and let the war horse, which was already full of attack consciousness before exerting his strength, step uneasily, and said loudly: "Where is the battle flag of our army?"

There was a big black flag, solemnly unfurled behind this knight, in the cold wind and rain, but fluttering and dazzling. It seems that this is not a viewing platform where ghosts and gods live, but just in the middle of the fine willow camp.

Wei Ye stared at the flag, although the black military flag was a magic spell to resist water, but above the military flag, there was a faint flow of genuine military air overflowing!

It is not a rabble like the Right Guard Ghost Army that uses the Dongyue Bronze Fish Soldier Talisman to control the powerful ghosts, but the high-spirited military spirit that can only be found in a strong army that has really built an army and experienced blood and fire!

As if inspired by the military spirit on this military flag, the groups of flesh and blood on the top of the Mangshan Plain, like mounds and fences, also began to beat uneasily. There are armor, ordnance, and war horses, all kinds of virtual forms, and they begin to emerge from the surface of these ooze monsters full of the flesh and blood of the demons.

"I see, forming an army with the flesh and blood of demons, this is your biggest reliance?" Wei Ye sneered, and Tao Qianjin waved a ring of red light with his backhand: "Monk, Xiao Gao, go on the expedition!"

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Just when Mrs. Diyi used the blood sacrifice of a group of demons to turn into a chaotic real army, in the viewing platform, in an inconspicuous hidden pavilion, there was a soft sound of iron chains and shackles touching from time to time.

It's a torture cell, and of course it's not going to be very good. On a stone wall was inlaid with iron chains and shackles, and the little mute had his hands hung from the stone wall, and his wrists were fastened by the fine iron handcuffs embedded in the wall.

Due to the design with ulterior motives, the height of this shackle is very subtle. Not too high, not too low, the little mute has to stand on tiptoe to make sure his wrists don't hurt from the downward tug of his body's weight. And the tiptoe made his whole body strength compete with the weight hanging on his wrist, so that he had no more strength to struggle.

The little mute no longer remembered how he was brought to this torture chamber by the monster maids under the command of Lady Diyi. However, there were still bursts of fighting sounds, which came into his ears slightly through the chilly wind.

Losing the ability to express one's mind in words, correspondingly, the little mute has much better hearing than the average person. Among those fighting sounds were the voices he was most familiar with in these nightmarish days.

His listening to the sounds of fighting outside the auditorium was interrupted at this time. The door to the torture chamber creaked open, and two youkai maids in apricot-red shirts broke in, standing carelessly on either side of the entrance.

The foreman of Mrs. Diyi's monster maids, Wang Liuniang entered through the door.