"Tear down the door!" the horse-faced ghost king raised his hand with five fingers, and the giant halberd nailed to the door panel twenty zhang away was like a loyal dog. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info almost exactly follow the trajectory of the flight again and again, and accurately fall in the grip of the giant.

With this hand, he envied the peeping Pu Sila a little. She opened her fingers and looked at her hand, and then pondered how to put away the spear and use it again.

The two thousand ghost soldiers of the advance team continued to swarm when they heard the order, almost covering a hundred steps. At this moment, out of nowhere, a dull bell rang, and the entire Lingpei Mansion began to show signs of recovery with this soulless hum.

Really, it's like there's life. The huge, dark majestic structure began to tremble, tremble, and straighten its backs.

Yes, it's a straight back. Because it is significantly elevated......

This "black house", which looks like the White House, the presidential palace of the American Republic in the world, seems to be grabbed by an invisible giant hand and began to pull upward. The house itself did not become taller as a result, but the stairs in front of the door began to lengthen.

From the 100th order of the initial state, it grows rapidly, and the number of orders does not increase, but the distance between the orders is infinitely expanded. That feeling...... Zhang Liao couldn't help but tapped his head, yes! That feeling was clearly the feeling of the accordion being lifted sideways, letting the bellows hang to the ground.

It seems to be deliberately cooperating with this synaesthesia, and the infinitely elongated staircase suddenly emits a "pronunciation" sound of "Dulai Mifa Saulasi", which has resonance and echo.

The note is combined with the lingering afterglow of the bell, leaving everyone who hears it!

Zhang Liao, Pu Sila, and even Pei Min covered their ears together. This harmony is not a stimulus. It's the cold, it's the soul......

The three thousand ghost pawns who had not yet started were also unstable, and they all took three steps back, half of them squatted, and like those who did not squat, they all hugged their heads and covered their ears.

The two thousand on the steps were not so lucky, their feet were instantly floating, and they were still walking with their feet just now, but at this moment they kicked on the bedrock that suddenly rose, and there were even those who had not yet gained a stable foothold, falling backwards, and a heavy armor smashed on the back row of comrades.

The only one who resisted this was the ghost king himself.

Meixi just called the horse face as a rakshasa, not a general reference, but a special name. Ma Mian's real name is Rakshasa, just like his eldest brother Niu Tou is called Ah Fang, which is the official registration of the large number on the underworld ID card.

As for the general name of the evil ghost in later generations, Rakshasa actually comes from the long-standing notoriety of the horse-faced ghost king. This lord has always been irritable, but in comparison, the bull-headed Ah Fang is like a humble gentleman.

Tempered and grumpy need capital, otherwise he won't live to fifteen after the first year of junior high - Ma Mian is this kind of ghost, he has a lot of arrogant capital.

In the era when the Ten Palaces monopolized the power of the capital of Xuan, the two brothers Niu Ma were the pioneers, specializing in cross-border arrests. But if there are those in the mortal world who do not obey the call, they will wear a fork and a halberd, and wear it in strings. Before you wait to go to hell, you will be punished without wrongdoing.

The stars are changing, and the world is changing.

These two veteran-level ghost kings were promoted, and they began to abandon working alone and focus on commanding troops and preparing for war. The Bull Head Division is the gate of the ghost city, the horse face treasurer, and the soul material treasury. If you talk about oil and water, there are more old cows, and you can pluck the goose. But when it comes to weight, it is still the old horse that takes the lead.

What is soul material? The most basic unit for building a soul. The entire library is his, which can be described as a monopoly on Baoshan.

But it just - the Lingbei Mansion has appeared. He can understand the intentions of the Supreme Jizo King, the art of balancing the royal family. Don't let one head dominate, Fang Shi sits high on the fishing platform.

However, for Mao Jing, he chose some human demons to garrison here? Could it be that the ghost path of my generation is not ruthless enough? Could it be that we are all old, and the underworld is going to change the sky?

Today, the Lingbei Mansion committed the crime on the head of the Ten Palaces, and actually killed Zhang Xianzhong, did not punish the murderer, and refused to reinstate Lao Zhang as a reprint official. What does this mean? Oh, the surname Zhang and my Ten Halls have just gotten closer, so you guys are going to use him?

Lao Tzu is worried that he has no handle to attack once, and you will send the truth. Then Lao Tzu came to the door in a hurry, and simply asked for an explanation! Settle the account well......

Just now, he knew in his heart that it was the death knell and the death piano that sounded in unison. These two magic weapons originally came from the hell torture chamber and were sent to the town hall of the Lingbei Mansion by the King of Jizo.

Boss Tie didn't come out to see me, and directly rang the bell and played the piano, obviously meaning to demonstrate with Shang Fang's sword. Will Lao Tzu be afraid? If you are afraid, you won't come!

Others cover their ears, but I carry it hard. It's uncomfortable and what can I do—

Emma, don't talk about it, it's really embarrassing...... The horse-faced ghost king's blood was churning, forcing the dejected notes out of his eardrums.

I understand, if you don't come to the meter, it's just hair, which is equal to not 123, only one 4. Hehe, this thing scares the living—in the underworld, it's too tender to talk about life and death.

"Battle howl—" Thunder's voice rang out again.

Behind the ghost king, hundreds of ghosts poured out of the order, each with a big drum hanging from his waist, and hitting it with a sheep's hoof bone stick. The rumbling drums mingle like a wall, pushing directly into the air to fight the carillon. The two sides collided, and the dark gray sky appeared turbulent, and some seemingly nonexistent ghosts ran and howled in it, as if a little bit of cold rain was sprinkled ......

With the climax of the drums, thousands of ghost pawns pressed into the rhythm together, roaring and roaring. With each shot, morale is boosted. After a while, the arrogance was restored, and compared with before, there was a slight surplus.

The afterglow of the death knell was finally completely annihilated, and the dead harp stopped dragging - its end announced the end of the endless stretch. As soon as the invisible giant hand that was tugging at the Black Palace seemed to loosen, the entire building sank down again, and the stairs returned to their original height.

The black palace let out a cold snort very clearly, disdain and surprise, attention and contempt coexist.

The door opened again, this time not one half-open, but eight in unison. The black hole inside, like a brazier jumping ghostly light, flashed. Uhhhh

Hundreds of streaks of black smoke gushed out in the form of twisted silk wool up to ten meters long, separating left and right in front of the pillars, instantly condensing into a substantial image. All of them are uniformly dressed in black robes and black hoods. Some of those faces have been seen and some have not been seen. But it's all the same cruelty and ruthlessness.

These hundreds of people didn't make a sound, but lined up horizontally, standing silently on the spot, only using their eyes in the shadow of the hood to firmly lock on to the army of ghost pawns.

Woo – the second horn blows again. Two rows of black-clothed men walked out steadily carrying a solid wooden chariot. The chariot, two zhang wide and five zhang long, was smooth and uncarved, with only a layer of matte black lacquer.

The chalk was clean and slippery, with only a mat woven of primary-colored cattails.

There is one person sitting on the seat, dressed in white and snowy, with wide robes and large sleeves, a clear and fat-free body, and a long black beard under the chin, and as fine as silk.

The man was unmoved by the five thousand hunters outside, but stared intently at a thread-bound book in his hand. Looking at the speed at which his eyes move up and down, it seems that he is reading very slowly and seriously.

This...... Reading is a good thing, but if it is not out of place, it will lead to the suspicion of pretending.

Countless ghost pawns secretly slandered in their hearts, but no one spoke up. Look at the posture, this is a big man, first listen to the meaning of the ghost king? They all turned their eyes to the horse-faced rakshasas.

Ma Mian was also stunned, and he ...... What is the Western system?

Ever since you shot a halberd at me, you haven't been serious with me. First, I got a girl to come out and play sloppy, and then I played a sissy spell with two musical instruments, and I didn't dare to fight face to face with me. It's good now, I've got you guys stopped, you're bringing out a big Confucian, do you want to argue - or do you mock me for my low education?

Suddenly, he stopped thinking about it because of a surprising sight in front of him.

All the men in black knelt on one knee and bowed their heads in unison, "Holy Martial Emperor Genghis Khan is auspicious—"

With a bang, the skeleton war horse under the ghost king's crotch softened and almost sat on the ground. The horse-faced rakshasa was awakened by this moment. "What! Temujin?"

His huge body withered as the saddle sank, and when he barely picked up the war horse, the whole ghost was not good, and his heart was messy......

Not long ago, about two hundred and fifty years ago, the Ten Palaces and the Lingbei Mansion had a friendship, and the dead fat man still hooked up with Meng Pozi. I remember very well that Temujin was a fat man, with a big face, thin eyes, high cheekbones, and a beard...... Well, the beard is about the same as this man's beard.

No, it's not. This stand-in is so disrespectful.

The horse-faced ghost king made up his mind, and recognized that this guy in front of him was not the new Dark Red Temujin!

"Rhythm ......," he laughed. "Childish. Poor appearance, bad reviews. ”

The five thousand ghost pawns who were staring at him suddenly let go of their worries and laughed together, as if this was the funniest thing in the world. No, it has to be, the adults are laughing, aren't they?

The white-clothed "Great Confucian" seemed to be disturbed by the earth-shattering ghost laughter, his face was as light as water, he glanced up, slowly folded the page out of a corner, and then slowly closed the book.

"Who should I be, it turned out to be Rakshasa King. ”

The horse-faced ghost king shuddered, but the voice was exactly the same as in his memory. It's just that the tone is not well mastered, and it lacks the cruel and obscene taste of the iron boss back then.

He plucked up his courage and narrowed his horse's eyes tentatively, "Eighty thousand miles of the underworld, nine floors above and below, there is only one rule that remains the same. That's—"

"If you don't lie, you will be commuted, and if you lie will be sentenced to a thousand years. The man in white answered unhurriedly.

"It's good that you know. Quickly summon out the real body and give me a clear explanation of the Ten Palaces!"

The man in white stared at him, as if looking at a fly. After a long time, he swallowed a few times, and finally replied carefully every word, "Thank you for letting me understand the root cause of the decline of the Ten Palaces. Only knowledge is the medicine that changes everything. It is recommended that you read more books if you have nothing to do, and according to your current foundation, you can start with the [Three Character Classic] first......"

"......" Ma Mian almost scolded the three-character scripture.

The man seemed unceremonious, and continued to narrate, "Back then, I was invincible in the world, and there were nearly 200 million souls under the iron hoof—the world was falsely called the whip of God.

At its peak, it conquered more than 33 million square kilometers. But in ninety-eight years, a huge empire has been replaced, and tell me—why is that?"