In the woods, the two of them galloped forward, and half a month had passed since the battle. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info they turned back to Guyun Five Mansions from Shixiang Mansion, and then went south to the land of the Four Mansions of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect.

Looking at the front Yang Su took out a pear and took a bite hard: "In front of Brother Wen is the southernmost county of my Guyun Five Mansions, and after this county, it is the land of the Four Prefectures of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect."

"Complete this matter early, go back early, the ancestor has a word that the war is about to break out." He looked ahead, his mind back to half a moon ago. Master Bai Yuping gave him an explanation.

Thinking of this, a chapter of talismans appeared in his hand with a thought movement, and a trace of luster flowed on it.

Yang Su looked at this talisman with a hint of worry in his eyes: "Brother Wen, this time I went to the Ten Thousand Demon Sect, and the head of the City God and the Heavenly Dao Sect would not make a move. Can this talisman alone really keep us safe?"

"You have to believe in the master and the master, they will not joke with our lives." After speaking, the talisman in his hand turned into light and flew into the Qiankun bag.

Yang Su thought about the big battle for a while, and then nodded: "I hope."

Xuan Wen smiled at Yang Su and strode forward.

A county seat appeared in front of him, and the city gate said the five southern counties.

The city gate was closed, and thousands of county soldiers held bows and arrows, staring at the outside of the city with solemn expressions.

Looking at this scene, the hearts of Yu Wen and Yang Su couldn't help but tighten, and they only felt a sense of oppression rushing towards them.

"Woo......".

The sound of the horn resounded in the sky, followed by rolling black clouds covering the sky and the sun, and for a moment there was a feeling of black clouds pressing the city.

Under the black clouds, a flag waved in the wind, hunting in the air. Ten thousand powerful ghosts held swords, forming one phalanx after another and marching towards the county seat with neat steps.

Yang Su's lips moved, and there was a hint of panic in his eyes, looking at the lines: "How, how can there be so many powerful ghosts."

"Where is this powerful ghost, it is clearly a regular Yin soldier who has been blessed by the luck of the netherworld." Xuan Wen whispered to Yang Su.

Yang Su looked at the five southern county towns under the black clouds, and suggested to the ghost: "The ghost is coming, Brother Wen should find a way to sneak into the county town and help them meet the enemy."

"Camera acts". The pattern replied to Yang Su.

Torches were lit on the walls, and a figure appeared on them. When Yang Su saw it, he immediately recognized it: "Brother Wen, look who that person is."

"Why is he here? I don't seem to have asked him to come to the five southern counties." The wrinkles slowly frowned, revealing a puzzled gaze.

After thinking about it for a while, he looked at Yang Su: "Maybe it was the ancestor who did it."

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"Step, step on ......".

The sound of dense horses' hooves sounded, and more than a thousand powerful ghosts outside the city gate galloped quickly on Yin horses.

A powerful ghost at the head, wearing armor and carrying a bear's waist, pointed to the front and said violently: "This king will give you three breaths to consider, if you don't beg to surrender, this king will let you and others turn into blood food."

"It's a big breath, don't think that you can make this county succumb by using the luck of the netherworld to turn things upside down." A man dressed in the uniform of a prefectural magistrate stood on the city wall and shouted at the Nanshang Ghost King below.

The ghost king of the south was furious, and yelled at the ghosts around him: "Stubborn, pass on the king's order, kill."

"Kill". More than 10,000 ghosts shouted in unison, and then rushed towards the city wall.

With the footsteps of more than 10,000 ghosts, countless ghost qi intertwined and circled, and the black clouds in the sky became a little thicker.

Mo Hua, who was standing on the city wall, looked at the dense ghosts under the city wall, and his scalp was numb. However, at this moment, a virtual interface appeared in front of me, followed by a very simple two lines of words.

Race: Millennial Ghost.

Repair: Building the foundation.

Looking at the word Zhuji, Mo Hua subconsciously took a step back. The sky can be seen, and there are endless foundation-building ghosts below, and how can they kill these ordinary county soldiers by themselves.

It's good to complete a daily task, how can you encounter such an unlucky thing.

"Roar ......".

A roar exploded in the sky, countless fortunes tumbled and intertwined, and the Turtle of Fortune Xuanshui appeared in the sky.

The Turtle of the Mysterious Water took a heavy step forward, as if a piece of ice had been crushed, making a crisp sound.

The fortune of the county takes the turtle of Xuanshui as the center and gradually spreads in all directions.

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, only to feel that the aura in his whole body was sealed, and then the official seal issued a light, and the aura returned again. Looking at the virtual interface in front of him again, lines of text emerged.

"Suppressed by luck, temporarily become mortal".

"The official seal has lifted the suppression of luck and repaired it."

"During the foundation building period, the ghosts were suppressed and became ordinary ghosts."

"Luck increase, the weapon temporarily has a ghost killing effect".

Mo Hua looked at these handwritings and was speechless in surprise, he didn't expect luck to have so many effects.

More than 10,000 ghosts seemed to have been prepared for these changes, and there was no trace of panic.

"Shoot the arrows". The order of the five counties in the south shouted violently at the thousand county soldiers on the city wall.

When the thousands of county soldiers heard the order, they immediately released the bowstring in their hands, and in an instant, the arrows flew out of the city like raindrops.

Dozens of powerful ghosts were shot and turned into nothingness, and at the same time, the Xuanshui Turtle in the sky also faded a little.

Mo Hua couldn't help but be taken aback, and an ominous feeling slowly emerged from the bottom of his heart. It seems that these special effects are performed at the cost of consuming luck.

A new round of arrow rain flew under the city wall again, and Mo Hua looked over with wide eyes.

I saw one of the arrows off the string, and then a trace of luck flew towards the arrow in the sky, and the arrow hit the ghost with luck. Then the ghost wailed, and then disappeared.

The ghost king of the south flashed a sneer, and shouted at the city wall: "This king has more than 10,000 powerful ghosts, I don't know how many powerful ghosts can be killed with the power of luck in the five southern counties."

"If you put aside the power of luck and wait for mortals, this king can let you go to the netherworld." The ghost king of the south shouted at the county seat.

The five county commanders in the south were anxious, but they couldn't be timid in front of the county soldiers in the whole city, so they shouted violently: "The county's luck is prosperous, and it is just an overnight time to kill more than 10,000 ghosts in all districts."

"Don't do anything". The Southern Five County Commander shouted at Mo Hua.

Mo Hua's heart tightened, and he hurriedly stepped forward and bowed to the five county orders in the south: "I don't know what the county orders are."

"This county asks Mo to immediately bring the official documents of this county, go to the Chenghuang Temple, and burn the official documents to the Chenghuang." The Southern Five County Commander took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and handed it to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua hurriedly took it: "Obey."

"The lives of more than 100,000 people in the five counties in my south are in the hands of Mo Zhi, and I hope that Mo Zhi will quickly burn the letters. At that time, Chenghuang sent troops, and this crisis was naturally eliminated." The five county commanders in the south told Mo Hua, looking at the powerful ghosts who climbed the city wall, and a sense of urgency rose in his heart. I hope that all this is still in time, otherwise once the county seat is captured, more than 100,000 people in the county will not survive.

At that time, the ghost king in the south practiced the ghosts, and his momentum would be unstoppable.

Mo Hua bowed again to the Southern Five County Order, then turned around and walked in the direction of the city. It's obviously a very light paperwork, but at this time it's as heavy as Mount Tai.