Shen Luo's heart tightened, and he quickly put away the Ghost General and the Ink Armor Shield and looked towards the big pit.
I saw that the seven bone-studded mausoleums had all collapsed. Xie Yuxin was sitting aside to rest, with a hint of fatigue on her face.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that she was fine.
At this time, a cursing voice was heard, and the figure of Barehanded Immortal rushed over and said to them, "That bastard has escaped. Ghosts have begun to gather outside, and we have to leave quickly."
Ge Tianqing leaned over to pick up the storage ring and said, "We'll divide it when we get back."
Lu Huaming nodded.
"Don't do this undercover work next time." Shen Luo jumped down the pit, helped Xie Yuxin up, and said with a smile.
Just as Xie Yuxin was about to speak, the ground beneath their feet suddenly shook violently. A black whirlwind suddenly rose from the ground and turned into a huge vortex, swallowing the two of them.
Seeing that something was wrong, Lu Huaming rushed to rescue him, but as soon as his body tilted slightly, he was pulled in by the force.
Ge Tianqing and the other two knew something was wrong and wanted to escape immediately. However, before they could extricate themselves, they were swept up by the increasingly powerful force and swallowed up.
After a dozen breaths, the black whirlwind in the pit gradually dissipated, and the figures of Shen Luo and his companions also disappeared.
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In the huge city of Chang'an, the sounds of fighting could be heard one after another.
The Tang government sent out its entire army, and so did the ghosts.
On the ground, ordinary soldiers and some low-level monks were fighting with zombies, water ghosts and other low-level ghosts. Every street and alley was a battlefield, and the sounds of shouting and killing were deafening.
There was a dark cloud suspended in the air, as black as ink and as deep as the endless night sky, almost swallowing up half of the sky and seeming to sweep across the sky.
Under the dark clouds, high-level monks and powerful ghosts from Chang'an City, as well as monks from the Body Refining Altar, were fighting fiercely. Magical weapons of all colors flashed wildly, ghost shadows fluttered, sharp whistles and screams came one after another, and blood was splashed from time to time, and broken limbs fell. The battle was even more brutal than below, and the air above the entire Chang'an City seemed to be filled with the smell of blood.
Several huge and bright balls of light were suspended in front of the battle circle, fighting fiercely with each other. These were the most powerful people on both sides, and earth-shaking noises were heard from time to time.
At the front of the group, an old man in full armor stood in the air. It was Cheng Yaojin. He was holding two huge axes that were shining with golden light. He was fighting fiercely with a ferocious skeleton that was about 20 to 30 feet tall, blood-red, and had three heads, and a tall man in a black robe with a weird face.
The two axes in Cheng Yaojin's hands shone with dazzling golden light, and his swings were as smooth as flowing clouds and water, and as agile as a swimming dragon. Although he was fighting one against two, he had the upper hand.
The giant three-headed skeleton fought for a long time without success. Its six eyes gleamed with ferocity and its three mouths opened at the same time.
Three balls of blood-red flame shot out from its mouth and immediately grew rapidly. In the blink of an eye, they turned into three balls of blood-red fire that were more than ten feet in size and made a hissing sound.
The mouth of the head in the middle of the skull opened again, and a beam of blood shot out from it, splitting into three and injecting into three balls of blood-red fire.
The three balls of blood flames immediately grew stronger again and quickly merged into one, turning into a ball of blood flame as big as a hill, which rushed towards Cheng Yaojin like a meteor.