The relaxed mood of the immortals did not last long.
There are only a hundred immortals in Beichen, and there are more than a thousand common monks in the city who are harassed by the lanky ghost.
With the natural ability of defeating and suppressing enemies through blood, it stands to reason that the descendants of the Beichen Immortal Clan should be incomparably braver than one against a hundred.
Although the ghosts win with numbers, they should be as easy to deal with as a bunch of ants in front of Beichen Immortal.
Why are those Beichen Immortals still being separated by those ghostly monks who are attached to them, and then they form a siege, surrounding the scattered Beichen Immortals.
They began to defeat the slender ghosts one by one, and the immortals were still able to do so with ease.
Now that they were surrounded from all directions, they gradually became panicked and had no idea how to deal with it.
Those slender ghosts attached to the monks' brains perfectly controlled the monks' emotions to become extremely violent and aggressive.
The slender ghost shadow was afraid of the moon orchid branch in the hands of the Beichen Immortal Clan, and that fear and fear was naturally assimilated to the attached hosts.
In addition, the Beichen Immortals were fully armed and attacked the slender ghost behind them, with the original intention of saving these monks, but the monks could not see the slender ghost lying on top of them at all.
So it looked like they were being attacked and expelled with hostility by the Beichen Immortals.
As a result, the original objects of conflict between the monks turned against the immortals.
The slender ghosts are not aggressive, but they possess the power of evil gods and can squeeze out the potential and power of those monks infinitely.
Make it more fierce and cruel.
The immortals of Beichen, who had never experienced fighting on the battlefield, were deeply shocked by the appearance of those monks covered in bloodshed. They entered the battlefield with timidity, but now their arrogance was even weaker.
They suppressed their trembling arms and numb nerves and tried to use the blue moon to drive away the ghosts, but who knew that this move angered the monks even more.
The monks' anger surged, and they roared and drew their swords, slashing the orchid moon branches that were waving lightly to pieces.
Although the Orchid Moon Star Grass is an immortal weapon, its defense is not very strong due to its special attributes. This sword attack caused the aura to collapse, causing the immortals to cry out in distress.
The spiritual glow of the Orchid Moon Star Grass collapsed, and its spiritual power suddenly faded. Seeing that it was no longer a threat, the slender ghost figure lay on top of the monks' heads and suddenly opened a large, pale mouth, and laughed ferociously and silently.
The immortals were laughed so hard that their scalps went numb, and the fear in their hearts surged up densely.
This time the flaws were really exposed.
Those slender ghosts lying on the human heads seemed to smell something extremely delicious.
The Beichen Immortals were bitter to them, but equally, their fear was extremely deep.
After passing that critical point, it will be like fermenting into sweet pulp. For 'them', it is an extremely tonic!
The cracked crescent mouths of those slender ghosts are getting bigger and bigger, and they are almost greedily swirling around the immortals to absorb.
The pitiful immortals were clearly fighting against the enemy, but they were trembling at the moment, surrounded by these monks carrying ghosts, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, being sucked in fear and desire by those ghosts.
As those slender ghosts opened their mouths to suck in, the fear seemed to have been broken open, and it flowed out crazily like a dam bursting.
So, the next scene happened...
The Beichen immortals who were originally ordered to drive away the ghosts created by the evil gods were driven away by the mortal monks like they were driving away chickens, ducks and sheep.
Perhaps they still maintained a trace of clarity in their fear, knowing that they should not act too cowardly in front of the Immortal Saint.
After all, they still knew how to maintain their own dignity. They roared a few symbolic threats and tried to resist with weapons and fight their way out of the encirclement.
But they had just emerged, and the monks' anger increased by three points. With a fierce look in their eyes, they screamed and swung their swords mercilessly, slashing at the immortals who had emerged.
Under the blessing of the power of the evil god, these monks were all extremely brave, and the spiritual swords in their hands were even more sharp. They split these golden and noble bodies and opened a huge bloody mouth.
The immortals who stuck their heads out screamed in pain, feeling angry, anxious, in pain and scared.
They scolded a few times with tears in their eyes, but the scolding was too loud and a few more swords fell, and they became completely honest.
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." They hugged each other in pain, trembling and crying like crazy, whimpering and sobbing.
After all, when they grew up, they had suffered, they had experienced pain, and they had experienced such bloody disasters.
They suddenly missed the time inside the Silver Gate, where there were no fights, no diseases, and no such scary and ferocious ghosts that would hurt or sting them.
They didn't understand why they had to experience such cruel and horrific things, and why they were summoned to deal with these deadly monsters.
Hundreds of thousands of years of excellent and stable years have cultivated each of them into golden and delicate bodies. However, when they were hit by a few swords and saw blood, they completely collapsed and could not stabilize themselves.
The extremely powerful hoe and pickaxe in my hand is used to defend against enemies. It can compete with immortals and subjugate demons. However, it feels heavy and cold even if I hold it in my hand.
Throwing them aside, he hugged his fellow tribesmen and cried loudly: "These people are so vicious... Wuwuwu... I am clearly here to rescue them, but they actually slashed me with a sword..."
"So the evil god is such a terrifying thing? Woohoo...Brother, I want to go home..."
The elders who were replaced as brothers were grabbed by their own clansmen. Instead of portraying a stable image of a good brother, they were frightened to the point of panic, and tears burst into their eyes instantly.
While wiping his tears with the back of his hand, he tried to hide his body in the crowd.
Everyone wanted to hide themselves with the bodies of their comrades. You were next to me, and I was squeezing you. The huge hundred-person immortal actually squeezed out a narrow space in the city.
Looking at this scene, Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan said: "..."
The immortals watching this scene said: "..."
So just now, Lord Immortal, what kind of reinforcements did he bring here...
Could this be the legendary nest of generals and cowards?
It’s amazing that there isn’t even a single character that I can look past!
So what was the point of Lord Immortal being so secretive in protecting Beichen Fuyuan's lineage of immortals, regardless of his status, but sneaking into the Silver Gate?
Just to raise such a batch of waste?
The Baili Sword Master in the human world is a mortal who has gone through a calamity, and has no power to suppress the evil gods. The sword bones are still clanking at the moment when those ghosts entangle them, and the rugged sword energy alone can force the ghosts back.
This group of people has unique abilities, but they are suppressed so cruelly that it is unbearable to watch? !
What's even worse is that they were actually sucked into fear by some ghostly soldiers.
I saw that the black hole like ink stains on the ground in the city spread bigger and bigger in the city, and its color became darker and darker. Thunderstorms in the sky were deafening.
The heavy rain hit my skin, leaving huge pit marks on my skin, which was extremely painful.
The mournful sounds of swords and swords kept coming from above the clouds!
There was another sound of thunder that shook the sky and split the sea, and a blazing white lightning disappeared as if it had struck something heavy.
Heaven, earth, mountains and seas all echoed with the sound of metal and stone cracking.
Fang Geyu, who was in the old house, turned pale for an instant, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, and there were dots of scarlet on his snow-white cuffs.
At the same time, the Shifang Sword, which rested on the sky, fell sadly. The gems between the hilts were cracked, and the originally bright sword was mottled and charred after thunder, and was heavily rusted.
The fear of the Beichen Immortal instantly filled up the power of the evil god, making it difficult for even the Shifang Sword to suppress it.
Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan watched the Shifang Sword fall silently with lowered eyes, showing no intention of catching the sword. He just let the sword fall into the sea, as if he was waiting for something.
"Still not leaving?" Fang Geyu said coldly with a sidelong glance.
Fang You didn't move, his hands folded in his soaked sleeves, and his brows soaked by the rain looked increasingly gloomy and cold.
Fang Geyu coldly withdrew her gaze and stopped talking. She raised her hand and waved lightly. The Shifang Sword that fell sadly from the rain curtain was immediately endowed with some kind of power, and the dim spiritual power suddenly became brighter.
The sharp sword cut through the rain and flew from the sky to the silver scabbard on Fang Geyu's waist.
This was one of the few relics left by her mother in the world. She could not let it be thrown into the sea after being used.
The Shifang Sword drew a bright silver sword light in the dark sky above the city, flowing into the city.
Fang Geyu knew that she had summoned the Shifang Sword, which also meant that her deception of the Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan had been exposed.
Sure enough, the eyes of the Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan, who had his eyes downcast, suddenly glowed coldly, and his body turned into a handful of golden mist in the rain.
The next moment, he appeared in the small courtyard of this ancient house.
Fang Geyu's expression showed no emotion, and he just touched the Shifang Sword at his waist soothingly, causing the mournful sword chant to gradually weaken.
Regarding Fang Geyu's deception, Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan had no intention of settling the score with the queen.
He glanced over indifferently, without saying any nonsense, and already struck Fang You with a destructive palm.
In an instant, both Fang You and the Qin Tower standing behind Fang You, as well as the entire old building of the ancient house, exploded into dust in an instant.
Under the terrifying residual power, the smoke, dust and heavy rain, which were like flying flowers in mist, once again disintegrated into finer particles, and then the particles decomposed infinitely again until they returned to nothingness.
The heavy rain washed away the dust, and the space in front of Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan was directly pressed out by this terrifying palm to create a huge sunken vacuum space of nearly a hundred feet.
Rainwater cannot penetrate into it for a long time.
Fang Geyu raised his eyebrows, but then quickly lowered them.
Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan slowly retracted his palm.
In the middle of the broad palm, there was an extra black ink dot at some point. It was like a needle eye, very thin and black, so small that it was almost invisible.
But what kind of person Xianzun Zhuzhan is, you can tell at a glance that he is...
Marked by the evil god.
When he destroyed the two puppets just now, they were marked? !
He is the Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan, the true god of dominion. How can he still be plotted against two puppets?
But soon, Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan realized that the evil god's assassination methods were never physical, but spiritual assassinations that were nihilistic and incomprehensible.
The moment he took action, he must have been caught by the Evil God with a hint of emotion, and only then was he marked by the Evil God's aura.
He calmly rubbed his palm with his thumb, and the inky black spots felt a slight pricking sensation. It didn't hurt, but it couldn't be erased.
Wet raindrops fell from his dark eyelashes. Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan looked at the scene in front of him that dispersed into nothingness without saying a word.
Captured the vague residual fragrance of sandalwood in the air.
His eyes were cold and his voice was cold: "Puppetry."
There was no trace of nervousness or guilt in deceiving the Immortal Lord on Fang Geyu's face, and there was even a hint of regret in his voice:
"He actually deceived me, turned out to be a fake person, and disappointed Lord Immortal?"
Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan wiped the rainwater from his sleeves: "I'm not disappointed, at least I can see clearly that this person's appearance is exactly the same as your father's.
So, he is your father's twin brother, right? It's just a matter of time to find him. "
Fang Geyu has a sharp mind.
Although Immortal Zhu Zhan looked calm and calm, Fang Geyu still felt the raging anger of being fooled from his body, and he could hear the hidden threat even in his words.
It's a pity that Fang Geyu has never been threatened by anyone.
Even if the target is the Emperor who dominates the world.
She looked helpless and said: "But it's a pity that the time left for Lord Immortal seems to be running out..."
After absorbing the fear of hundreds of Beichen immortals, the evil god recovered even more power.
Above the sky, along with the wind and rain came the faint and mute moans of the immortals.
As Fang Geyu looked forward, behind the countless immortals sitting on the lotus platform in the sky, the same strange and slender black ghost appeared at some point!
No, the ghost shadows are very different from the ghost shadows attached to the monks and mortals in the city. Their colors are richer. Although they are still thin shadows, the deep shadows give people an extremely sticky feeling. Thick and heavy texture.
The sense of presence is extremely strong!
They did not dig out the brains of those immortals, but hugged them from behind, and their slender bamboo pole-like arms sank into their bodies inch by inch from the back.
At first glance, it looks like the immortals have swallowed up those slender ghosts.
But in fact, it was their bodies that were invaded by it.
No one knows how those shadows appeared.
The immortals kept moaning in pleasure and pain.
Until those ghostly shadows completely entered their bodies, in the space below them without any solid body to rely on, a long, thin and strange shadow appeared for no reason, hanging below them like a crushed piece of water. Like a hanging corpse.
They were in the form of shadows, swaying under them, and at the same time they were baring their teeth and claws. Their heads were partially split into a huge mouth in the shape of a waning moon, which was opening and closing silently, as if they were sucking something from the immortals.
In the end, Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan's trump card that he had sworn to cultivate for hundreds of thousands of years, the elite soldiers and generals who were pure and pure in his mind, ended up accelerating the spread of this evil god's disaster.
Feed my soldiers and fill your stomach.
The evil god became so powerful in an instant that he was able to plot against him.
Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan raised his eyes and glanced at the sky as dark as the abyss. For the first time in thousands of years, he felt a trace of confusion in his heart.
So...how to solve today's situation?
(End of chapter)
