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Pan Lang was angry, but there was no way, thinking about the soldiers who were still trapped in the Void Realm, and on the other hand, he had to deal with the ugly guy in front of him who made people vomit.

"Are you a human or a ghost?" Pan Lang said angrily.

The laughter was like a cold wind, and the abscesses rolled all over his body, and the pus dripped to the ground, and he became an ugly imp like him, prostrate on the ground.

Those imps don't have eyes and can't discern directions. They are like newborn babies, completely incapable of living alone in heaven and earth.

Crawling, crawling, aimlessly.

Pan Lang tiptoed back a few steps, it was okay not to move, once he moved, there was a sizzling sound on the wet hillside.

"What are these?" asked, taking a few steps back from the back.

"I can tell you, you Emperor Liang don't dare to beat me, don't mess me up, don't take out these ghost things to scare people. ”

"Hmm, hmm, hmm. ”

The sound of devil crying is endless. The sky is dark, and the ghost phosphorus is shining.

"Don't come, I warn you, don't come. ”

Pan Lang knew that he had no way out, but the hideous ghost master standing in front was not in a hurry.

The two of them just stood, the pus flowing more and more, almost as an army.

Suddenly, the ghost lord sobbed and sang.

The world is full of mountains, hell is closed, and the heart is turbid and extravagant.

The soul is continuous, the return is long, the wandering and forgetting, and the thousand-year-old sound is continuous.

"Don't think that you can show off your power here if you have Emperor Liang's demon vein, let me tell you, although I may not have an advantage in fighting with Emperor Liang, it doesn't take much effort to beat a little ghost like you who can't gather in size. ”

The ghost lord had a humble face, and there was neither a smile nor a disdain on his ugly cheeks.

It was an expressionless face.

After looking at it for a long time, I can't suspect that this is not a human face.

Hidden behind the hideous, it was indeed a human face.

How many layers of hell are there, and how much of the fire burns in hell?

What kind of torture is there in hell to shatter a good and decent person, the body is shattered beyond recognition.

No, after the body was shattered, it was randomly made into the appearance of a person walking upright.

He thought of the people he had buried, the bodies of those who, for various reasons, had reopened their coffins years later.

The bones were soaked and swollen from the flooding, and the stench lingered for months.

Look at the person in front of you again.

This ghost.

The voice of the ghost singing was also clearly a human voice.

If it is a ghost, there will be no voice.

In a trance, Pan Lang couldn't see clearly.

Think of the various stories about ghosts in folklore. In the end, he thought - the flesh that devoured people in life turned into a ghost and a cannibal soul after death.

Could it be that these ground are growing ghost babies who want to devour people's souls and grow into real ghosts?

If so, they now have only one goal, and that is him.

"If you have the ability, let's have a good fight, don't let these imps disturb the situation. You see that I am alone, and you have a group of little ghosts, even if you have grievances, you can't take me on your back, although I have more meat, it is not enough for you to share so many ghosts. Besides, if you really want to eat my soul, it's only enough for a little ghost to eat. ”

Although Pan Lang was still stubborn in his mouth, he had already retreated in his heart, thinking about why the military division hadn't arrived yet, he had sent a signal to go out as early as dusk, coming from Suishan, even if the army couldn't arrive, could the military division still arrive?

Yuwenchang, we will be miserable by you this time.

As he spoke, the wind swept away, the sad wind gusted, and the cold mist fluttered, making the coffin master also frightened and sad.

The murderous aura filled the air, the Devil May Cry blade, the sword light passed without leaving a trace, and the mountain peaks on the side had been cut in half.

Pan Lang was dumbfounded, standing in place, unable to move, in front of him were the dead people he had buried, as well as the bodies of his dead wife and children.

"No, it's all fake, it's an illusion, an illusion. ”

Focused on the moment, his left fist swept, and the little imp wailed and died.

Although these newborn ghost babies are numerous and reproduce very quickly, if they do not pass through the wind, they will turn into dust at the touch of the palm.

It is difficult for ghosts to be reborn, and it is difficult to take an inch at a time.

The pus flows again, and the ghost baby regenerates.

The ghost lord was not in a hurry to attack Pan Lang, but blindly cut off the nearby peaks. Pan Lang couldn't figure out why the ghost wanted to do this.

It wasn't until I heard the voice of the princess that I woke up.

"Stop the ghost master, these ghost soldiers want to borrow the bodies of the soldiers to resurrect their souls. ”

It dawned on me, but it was too late.

Xiaoyu is still mourning the snow in the air, and the sunny day is not open.

The veins of demons fill the heavens and the earth.

Chu Wuwu's iron cavalry is brave and good at fighting, not afraid of water and fire.

It is no different from the legendary Battle of Lingyun twenty years ago.

But now, the help of the water tribe has come, and it is still unable to repel the enemy soldiers, and there is still a group of evil spirits haunting, and there is nothing to be done.

How can it be such a mess.

said that it was okay as long as he held Lingyun Peak.

Strategist, you know how to bully honest people, and bully me to look better than you.

It is naturally not difficult to escape the attack of the ghost master.

But since the princess spread the word about his resurrection, she naturally wanted him to find a way to stop it.

But what can he do?

If the resurrection is successful.

Pan Lang looked into the distance, and the ghost baby grabbed the soldier's leg and climbed onto the soldier's shoulder, biting their necks like a huge, ugly, skinned frog, and then the ghost baby disappeared, leaving only the wailing soldiers.

When Chu Wuwu's soldiers saw these soldiers, they turned their guns and halberds, and did not fight, cut, stab, or kill.

Could it be that Chu Wuwu caused the deception to cause chaos in his formation, and 30,000 soldiers were dedicated to the ghost clan in vain.

Where the hell does all this filth come from?

"Who knows where these guys came from?" asked Pan Lang.

I saw the Lingyun River rolling waves, and a burst of green smoke rose.

"Or are you chasing it?"

After the ghost lord finished speaking, he turned around and turned into black smoke and headed towards the river. Pan Lang was left standing in place.

Pan Lang was also tortured and red-eyed, and chased after him regardless of his own safety.

"Ghost master, don't run, we haven't fought yet?"

As soon as he took a step, a dragon halberd was picked in front of him.

"What's the matter?

Pan Lang said defiantly.

"No, no, just won't let you pass. As I said, you're not worthy of letting me do it. ”

"My surname is Pan Ming'an, but I am one of the most beautiful men, how can you slander my appearance like this. ”

Chu Wuwu looked up to the sky and laughed, as if he had never heard such interesting words for thousands of years, and it seemed that this person who spoke really said the most interesting words in the world with his heart.

"Interesting and interesting, I said that people can't all die, interesting people still have a little beauty, and the skin is really not all of a person. ”

"Of course, there are people who have good faces, but whose hearts are uglier than ghosts. Although some people are not good-looking, they are very smart and kind-hearted, but Emperor Liang said look, who is more beautiful?"

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