After listening to the story of the Flying King, I realized that the feelings are that this is a troll who has escaped the imprisonment of the eighteenth hell.
There is a legend of this demon among some Yinling masters, saying that this guy has been trapped in the most terrifying eighteenth hell for tens of thousands of years. One day, he suddenly broke through the cage and fled to the sun.
And after that, the Yinsi Difu could not find the trace of this demon at all, let alone arrest and bring him to justice.
This is the great hero in the hearts of countless evil spirits, because its image is a deep blue devil, so the ghost masters in the underworld call it the'Blue Demon Lord'.
"The Blue Devil?"
I murmured, feeling very unfamiliar with this nickname. It is possible that this is just the content fabricated by the Yinsi Planning Department, embedded in the hearts of the Flying Kings, and there is no Blue Devil King.
But it is also possible that it really exists, but it only circulates in a small area within the underworld.
In any case, this allusion has become a spiritual sustenance to inspire a group of evil spirits who have been thrown into hell, and they all dream of breaking through the cage, evading arrest, and gaining freedom like the Blue Devil King.
From this, it is not difficult to understand why a group of ghost kings made it into a banner, this is a spiritual leader!
"It's amazing!" I sighed from the bottom of my heart.
"Right, bow down to such a hero, and don't wrong you. How, have you considered it? This king has limited patience."
King Wangjun began to urge.
"If I surrender to you, will there be other benefits besides living? For example, what rights do I have in the Yin Army Corps? Can the time limit for me to be commanded by you be shortened to less than ten years? Time limit gives me freedom, or..."
Without forgetting my mission, I opened my mouth and asked for the details.
Anyway, as long as I can delay the time, I don't care if this will be regarded as neurotic by the ghost kings.
The mouths of all the ghost kings were wide open. They never dreamed that I would have asked dozens of questions in a row. The details were not so serious, right
Will I take care of that? As long as I can procrastinate, I will talk, talk, and talk shamelessly.
As for whether people characterize me as a nervous talker? I don't care.
When face conflicts with lizi, of course lizi is important. To save face is to seek death!
"Shut up, are you playing a slow-down strategy? Do you still have reinforcements?"
The Flying King gave a sharp roar, interrupting my endless chatter.
"Aha, you're right, I'm delaying time. In less than ten minutes, there will be a group of squad soldiers here, who will throw away your armor and run away in embarrassment!"
I climbed up along the pole and started talking nonsense.
"Brother, this kid doesn't mean to surrender at all, he is just procrastinating."
The Flying King was full of anger, and yelled at the King anxiously.
"Flying
The virtuous brother stays safe and restless. Does this handsome know his thoughts on delaying the delay? However, don’t you think it’s like a clown with poor acting skills, performing to his heart’s content? Watching a clown show is also a pleasure. What if he delays it for a few minutes? What we have time is. "
"However, the reinforcements in his mouth will never appear. In the end, it will be the end of surrender or being killed. It is very interesting to watch him struggle with all his heart."
Wang Jun smiled and responded like this.
"Brother's great opinion. Jiang Du, don't stop, isn't it just a slow-down strategy? We let you do what you want, but your clown performance can't stop, continue, the performance is complete, the king has a lot of rewards, hahaha."
King Fei Tian turned on the ultimate satire mode, and his words were awkward. Even the thickness of my face, which I have experienced for many years, could not resist such ridicule.
Suddenly I remembered the scene in which Yuanbo strongly suggested that I go out for a dialogue.
My mind was stunned: Yuanbo had long expected that the ghost kings were extremely hot and would inevitably see through the delaying tactics. Therefore, those who went out would face a situation of verbal humiliation. Therefore, he did not stand up, but instead encouraged me to come out and take the humiliation.
"The evil monk is damned!"
He cursed Yuanbo's shamelessness in his heart, but his face was calm and calm.
Isn't it just mutual satire? Who is afraid of whom
"A lot of rewards? Just rely on you, what can you reward? Those boots are good, they can let you fly in the air with this thing. If you have a seed, reward it to me! Just say no to practice the fake handle , Who won't brag? You are rewarded."
I sneered.
"you this… !"
King Fei Tian's laughter was blocked, and then, pointing at me furiously, he was about to yell at me regardless of my identity.
This pair of flying boots is of great significance to him, are they all flying kings? I came here directly, it's strange that he wasn't angry.
Wang Jun raised his hand, blocking Feitian’s madness, and his tone changed solemnly: "Jian Du, whether you are playing a slow-down strategy or not, this king doesn’t care. It’s just that you have to answer this king now. Do you want to accept this kindness? To remind you, if you refuse, you and everyone in the circle will definitely die!"
He stopped talking, and the Yin soldiers stopped hissing, staring at me fiercely.
I knew it, it didn't make sense to continue to mess around, and the other party was not going to talk nonsense anymore.
I took out my phone and took a look. It was 20:08 in the evening, and the delay in the implementation of the strategy was fairly smooth, no matter what, it still had some effect.
"It's only more than fifty minutes before the end of the first round. You must hold it up!"
Thinking about it, I slowly put away the phone, I looked at the Lan Mojun banner, and after a while, I said in a solid voice, "Thank you for your love, Jiang Du cannot return. Your Excellency is sincere enough, but I am unyielding!"
"good, very good,
Quite good! Jiang Du, the bones are really hard enough. Go back to the circle. This commander is going to dispatch troops to attack. I hope you will carry it longer and don't let this commander down. "
Wang Jun is very demeanor.
I smiled faintly, and after nodding to him, I opened the entrance arbitrarily, stepped in, and returned to my camp. The entrance closed quickly.
"Thanks for your hard work."
Yuanbo's thoughts of squeezing a smile passed over.
I resisted the urge to scold him and said calmly: "Prepare to meet the enemy."
"I know." Yuanbo's tone became more cautious. We all know that the time to decide life and death is coming.
I returned to the formation, met the complicated eyes of everyone, and said in a condensed voice, "Prepare for war."
Two Qianjin, Niu Hong, and Jiang Qiba all responded, found their respective positions, and controlled the eyes of the magic circle.
Feng Luoyin came forward and looked at me eagerly.
I understand what they mean and want me to stimulate their potential and prepare to die desperately.
After all, after gaining some time to regain my breath, I felt that I could still do something. If so, I secretly signaled that Two Thousand Jin would take over the commandership of the magic circle, and I stepped out to perform operations for Feng Luoyin and others.
A talisman is drawn on the eyebrows of the strangers. I cast spells one by one to stimulate their potential. This is not a big deal to me. It only takes ten minutes to urge all the strangers present. Again.
Outside of the formation, the attack of the Ace Bow and Arrow Corps began.
Following the order, the arrows of migratory locusts came through the sky!
Its condensed energy was so strong that it instantly shook the magic array barrier.
Han Duo, hiding in the secret room, urged the inner core of the moving soul stone to provide supporting energy for the magic circle, so that the magic circle could support it.
Not only arrows, but also the energy attack of seventy thousand Yin Soldiers, constantly bombarding them.
In only five minutes, the eight-fold protection of the circle was shattered. Fortunately, there were a lot of weights in the circle. Otherwise, the defense had been defeated, and that would be a bad thing.
I speeded up the casting process, but only half of the people were drawn with talisman and urged to succeed.
"Everyone, I can't continue, the magic circle needs my support, so you can do it for yourself."
I stopped, reflexively joined the circle of resistance.
Feng Luoyin and others already have a certain amount of mana. Although they are exchanged for burning lives, it is better than being in a state of no fight back, right
The members of their team stood in front with weapons such as steel bars and bats.
These weapons already possessed a certain exorcism power, coupled with the potential of motivating individuals, Feng Luoyin's combat power level rose!
I hope this self-preservation power will allow them to live to the end.
Xu Fulong hates that his role is too small, and I don't have time to comfort him.
The impact of the magic circle suddenly increased, because the ghost kings shot to bless the Yin Army Corps' long-range bombardment.
(End of this chapter)