After saying this, it sighed softly and ignored Qin Ye, chanting words in its mouth. As its words appeared one by one, countless talismans spread under its feet, and like butterflies, it disappeared in all directions. Qin Ye was stunned to discover that the earth began to tremble.
It's like a low-level earthquake, and in contrast, the voice of listening to the truth is getting louder and louder, like a thunder: "...something is mixed, innate and born. It's lonely and lonely, independent and not changing, traveling around without being dangerous..."
The Yin Fu was like a spring, submerging into the entire mountain, and the vibration of the mountain range became more violent. After a few minutes, it had turned into a tsunami-like roar. In all directions, countless thick fogs surged up the top of the mountain, and the tide was coming towards them. Following the truth, he said, "Open!" Qin Ye clearly felt the difference.
"The door to tearing the world has opened." Ting Ting walked in front: "Follow me, and enter from here, where the Zhao Guiwang is."
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This is an ordinary village.
If there's a difference, it's the location.
The village is located on the top of a hill.
Looking down from here, there is a vast sea of fog below. And... this mountain is a single peak.
There is no way to go.
The village is very old. There are wooden houses from the Ming and Qing Dynasties everywhere, which are very dilapidated and many collapsed. The ground is covered with dust, all kinds of weeds have grown to people's knees, abandoned carts, chairs, and farm implements are everywhere, and the whole village reveals a deadly and desolate atmosphere.
Originally there was no one here, but now there are seven people gathered in the center of the village. They were yellow-faced, skinny, ragged, and their hair shawls, looking like prisoners who had been in exile for several years.
But... each of them has a weak infuriating energy, the weak ones haven't started yet, and the strongest... actually have the level of restraining the soul.
It was four-fifty-five now, and no one spoke. They stood in a circle back-to-back with dignified faces, their bodies trembled slightly, and their teeth were chattering.
"It's coming..." One of the middle-aged men with a yellow face said in a fluttering voice: "He... he's coming soon... "
He didn't say too much, as if all the strength on his body was saved. Next to him, a teenager who looked to be in his early twenties gritted his teeth and said, "He... looks less human every day than before... I-I don't want to die..."
His voice was sobbing. However, no one answered him.
I can't get enough to eat, how can I speak
Boom!
At this moment, the entire mountain was shaken, and the sound of war drums that shook the sky and the earth continued, as if under the thick fog of the single peak, thousands of troops were gathered!
"Kill!!" With a cry, the sea of fog surged. Jin Ge iron horse, shouting to kill Zhentian, that terrifying murderous aura, even the top of the mountain was blown to the point where their hair and beard fluttered, and their breathing was almost stagnant. In the next second, thousands of horses galloped, killing them from all directions!
rumble! The horse's hoof shook the sky and rushed all the way to the periphery of the village entrance. The vegetation in the village rattled and swayed wildly. A woman opened her mouth slightly and said in a trembling voice: "Come in... They advanced another half a meter!!"
Her chapped lips were about to bleed: "Two months at most...they will be able to rush into the Martyrs' Shrine...we...we'll be dead by then!"
"Let's die..." An old man, with only numbness on his face, sighed slightly and looked up at the sky: "We should have died a long time ago... aren't we half-dead now? Hehehe... After so many years, what is the difference between us and dead? If We have the courage to commit suicide and still stand here?"
There are optimistic, brave, and naturally sad.
He looked around in a heartless heart, how shocked when he first came in, but now, there is only endless terror.
That monster in the Hall of Martyrs... is simply an inhuman existence. Instead of letting them go, not killing them, but instead giving them food and water, he has been completely numb for so many years.
Maybe... let the monsters from outside come in, not bad
He didn't even mention the infuriating resistance, he just heard the air outside shouting to kill Zhentian, and he didn't know what to fight with. And his eyes looked around calmly, just when he was about to withdraw his gaze, he was suddenly stunned.
The next moment, he suddenly rubbed his eyes and looked there in disbelief. His mouth suddenly grew, and his lips trembled, pointing in one direction, as if he wanted to say something, but couldn't say anything. Only issued: "Ah... ah, ah!" sound.
"Old Li, what's wrong with you?" A man beside him turned his head and looked at him in amazement. Old Li opened his mouth wide, as if he had had a stroke, but pointed his hand desperately at one place. The short breath was getting faster and faster. However, the man followed his hand and looked over, and was immediately stunned.
Two seconds later, he suddenly screamed: "Look! Here! Here!! Look!!"
This time, everyone turned their heads and looked around. In the thick fog outside, a figure appeared at an unknown time. Came slowly.
anyone
Newbie
Everyone looked at each other, and even the numb Old Li had infinite hope in his eyes. In an instant, there was only heavy breathing left in the village, and several eyes stared at the figure. A few seconds later, a boy with a dog appeared calmly in his field of vision.
Just as he appeared, everyone let out a long sigh. Old Li seemed to have his bones removed, and fell to the ground with a wry smile: "I knew... another... another! Yes... how could the investigation department send the highest Combat to save us?"
Silent. Only sadness all over the place.
Qin Ye embraced the truth and slowly walked in front of everyone, no one looked at him, as if he had accepted his fate. He smiled: "You are still alive, the vitality of people is really tenacious."
"You know us?" A young man in his twenties, with disheveled hair, let out a sullen laugh, sighed deeply, put his hands on the ground, and looked at the sky dully: "The new investigator of the investigation department? You are unlucky... Under this mission, but there will be more funerals in a few months."
The others ignored Qin Ye at all.
Qin Ye was too lazy to talk nonsense with them. The fragments of Yan Luoyin transformed Yin Qi and concealed their strength. Of course, the other party would not think that he could save them at his age. He looked around and raised his eyebrows calmly.
In the thick fog... what is there
Many... The number is terrifying, at least more than 100,000, and the individual is not strong, but I don't know how to condense it into a force. Continue to impact the enchantment here.
At the same time... there is a yin qi that is so powerful that it makes people tremble!
Right in the innermost part of the village!
"Brother Zhao... I finally found you..." He licked his lips and walked towards the village.
"Are you looking for death?" Just after taking a step, Old Li Dead Sky said sluggishly and hoarsely: "Treasure life, child, there... there lives a monster whose highest combat power is not an opponent... He is the mountain god of Dama Mountains. ... Heh... If you want to die, just go."
Qin Ye ignored them at all. Looking from here, there was a dilapidated building at the end. There was only one road. The surrounding weeds are covered with cobwebs. And that suffocating Yin Qi was emitted from inside.
Crash... As he took a step towards the Martyrs' Shrine, the bricks on the ground shook violently. The farther they went, the more the bricks vibrated, and the people who were like wooden carvings just now turned their heads and looked at Qin Ye in disbelief.
This road... it's not that they haven't traveled.
But... no one caused this change!
Yes, change.
In this dead place, in this unseen hell, any change is exciting.
"Little brother..." A middle-aged man stood up suddenly, his lips trembling slightly: "You are..."
boom! ! !
Before he finished speaking, Qin Ye and Di Ting's body completely erupted with yin energy! Like mountains and seas, like stars falling down, like rivers bursting their banks! The surrounding houses couldn't bear this violent Yin Qi at all, and they all burst!
"This is!!!" "My God!! What level is this!?" "He, how old is he! This, this is definitely not a judge!! I, I, I have seen a judge! The judge is not as good as one thousandth of this. One!!" "Specious ghost... This, this is a thousand-year-old ghost!! Master of Huashengfu!!"
rub rub! The people who were still numb just now jumped up instantly, and they all looked at Qin Ye's back in shock. The yin qi of Fu Jun and Yan Luo erupted at the same time, and even formed a vortex of yin qi around them, and even the ground began to become blurred. Qin Ye stared at the Hall of Martyrs. Just as their yin energy erupted, two golden ghost fires in the Hall of Heroes lit up at the same time!
"King Zhao Gui." Qin Ye bowed and said, "This king is here to take you home."
Rumbling... The majestic Yin Qi swept the hair and robes of everyone behind, and the surrounding weeds bent nearly 90 degrees. Their faces, from sluggish, to shock, to ecstasy, to now incredible.
Fu Jun... and... The legendary Fu Jun and above...
I... I can actually see this magnificent scene!
So, to make these two people... not the two ghosts personally... They have lived with the legendary Yama for a few years
No no no... The most important thing is that here... the result is about to come out!
After several years of waiting, from the excitement at the beginning to the ashes at the back, the results are finally coming out today! Zhao ghost king? Who is that? No... it doesn't matter, they... it's possible to get out! How could Fujun and Yan Luo look down on these little shrimps? Even if the other party is a ghost, it is possible, maybe, should, they will be spared
After Qin Ye finished speaking, no one responded for three minutes.
He raised his chin toward Di Ting, and when Di Ting opened his mouth, he spit, and the head of the gentian bright silver spear suddenly flew out and stuck on the ground. Makes a tinkling sound.
"Do you still remember it?" Qin Ye said slowly, "Your weapon, the gentian silver spear, as one of the six ghost kings in the underworld, how could you stay in such a place?"
"You're in a daze now, it doesn't matter, the underworld has time for you to recuperate. Let's go with this official..."
Before the words fell, the entire mountain shook, and with a roar, a figure suddenly rushed out of the Martyrs' Shrine. Like lightning, he rushed in front of Qin Ye, picked up the gun, and muttered, "Gentian bright silver gun..."
"So familiar name..."
"Why... I can't remember... Where have I... seen him?"
Qin Ye suppressed the excitement that was almost screaming in his heart, and looked at the other side intently.
This is a man.
And it's a man in modern clothes, wearing a camouflage uniform, about 1.85 meters, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, a dignified nose, and a tall stature. Even the camouflage uniform can't cover the other's bulging muscles. , but a wild masculine beauty full of aggression.
So handsome... Qin Ye's mouth cocked up, and he clenched Di Ting's hair tightly: "This waist, these long legs, this hormone... Playing eggs... What should I do if I can't even close my legs together?"
"You are serious!" Ting Ting stared at the other party: "Zhao Guiwang... Sure enough... It is indeed him. Look carefully, between his eyebrows."
"Someone is taking the house... What a boldness!"