This tower seemed to have a special check and balance on ghosts. The people in Heaven and Lingshan acted as if nothing had happened. Only the ghosts were being pulled toward the sky.
...
A group-sealed magic weapon?
In comparison, the soul lamp in his hand seems to be particularly rubbish.
Wang Ye couldn't help but complained in his heart.
However, logically speaking, no matter how powerful the sealing magic weapon is, there will be an upper limit. For example, when your own soul lamp reaches a certain number, you need to relax.
Although the overall storage space inside is still very empty.
I don’t know how high the upper limit of this tower is. If it is not as good as my own soul lantern, or if it is consistent with my own soul lantern, if I get more ghosts out, can I burst this tower...
It's an experiment worth trying.
But... wouldn't it be a pity if his tower, which was in good condition, burst.
As the ghosts below continue to be sealed, some ghost kings have begun to escape, using different methods.
But 80% of the ghost kings still resisted the baptism of this tower and disappeared into the wasteland.
This scene made Wang Ye feel a little regretful.
If you can't kill the Ghost King, the value of this tower will decrease a lot in an instant.
But it's still okay.
Generally speaking, it is still comparable to my own hammer.
Thinking about it, Wang Ye quickly became excited again.
But with the tower's action, the chaotic situation below quickly stabilized.
The long-bearded middle-aged man in Tianting looked as calm as ever, as if he had just done a trivial thing. He waved his hand, and the tower returned to his hands.
And the people in Tianting and Lingshan who had been reorganized soon brought huge pressure to Tianzhu.
"By the way..."
"Heaven and Lingshan all have their own soldiers."
"Where are you from the underworld and the Taoist sect?"
"Why are you so weak?"
Seeing that something was wrong, Wang Ye had retreated again and returned to Po Meng's side in the distance, complaining.
Po Meng glanced at him: "Those guys from the Taoist sect, as long as they think they have some level of skills, they all go to make elixirs. They are a bunch of lunatics. How can anyone come out to fight?"
"As for our underworld..."
"There are soldiers."
"But...it's not time for them to recover yet."
When she said the last sentence, Po Meng gave Wang Ye a meaningful look.
Wang Ye did not comment on this, but still stared at the battle situation in the distance, frowning: "In this comparison of strength, it doesn't look like the Tian group has an advantage. Could it be that Zhang Ziliang made a miscalculation? .”
"If we lose this battle, the Tian group will be in disgrace."
Mrs. Meng became more interested and couldn't help but ask: "You actually care about others? Why, go out to help?"
"No!"
Wang Ye shook his head calmly: "Let's see again."
"If the situation is not right, even with the three of us, it is unlikely that we will come back, it will just be a few more dishes."
"Although I also want Tiangu to win."
"But the situation is really not right. The three of us leave as soon as possible."
"The further you go, the better."
"I know that on an island, Tianting and Lingshan will at least not spread their power there in a short period of time."
Wang Ye had no expression on his face when he said this.
"So...you have no feelings for Tianzu?"
"I'm still just scared."
Po Meng said quietly.
Wang Ye was still paying attention to the battle situation in the distance and continued: "This is not a question of being cowardly or not. I have invested almost all my resources in Tianzhu. I don't mention my feelings for Tianzhu. I just focus on these resources. For me, it’s already distressing enough.”
"but..."
"If Tianzhu is really going to fall, then I am the last hope for a comeback. If I just go out and give it away, I believe that old brat Zhang Ziliang will scold me to death."
After speaking, Wang Ye hid his figure more secretly.
Po Meng's expression when she looked at Wang Ye was a little complicated. After a long time, she followed Wang Ye's example and truly let go of her dignity as a strong man. Together they lay on the ground furtively and looked at the situation over there through the grass from a distance. .
"Now, do you have any other trump cards?"
Maitreya floated in the air, calmly looking at Zhang Ziliang in front of him, and said: "Oh, by the way, there should be a Meng Po, Wang Ye, at the gate of hell."
"This wave of operations just now should be carried out by Wang Ye."
"It's not clear why they arrived so quickly, but it's no big deal."
"Now..."
"Can the game be over?"
Maitreya exuded a powerful energy pressure, which shocked Zhao Hai and Zhang Ziliang and took a few steps back: "Indeed, if you two join forces, I may also suffer a loss, but... you are just two people without talent. It’s just trash.”
"but me..."
"A true genius."
"Are you envious of this strength?"
There was no mocking tone, it was more like stating a fact. The energy pressure on Maitreya became more and more obvious.
Zhang Ziliang suddenly laughed: "That's right, when it comes to strength, I admit that I am a waste."
"But... I have always been curious about one thing. If there are too many ants, can they kill an elephant?"
"What I'm really good at...is using small things to make big things happen."
Zhang Ziliang said the last sentence in a murmuring voice. He didn't know if he was talking to Maitreya, Zhao Hai, or to himself.
As the words fell, he suddenly let out a loud shout: "Brothers of the Suicide Squad, in the next life, I, Zhang Ziliang, will die for you!"
The sound was like thunder, echoing in the air with an inexplicable momentum.
Wang Ye in the distance was startled for a moment, as if he thought of something, and inadvertently clenched his hands...
then...
The gate of Jiangning City suddenly opened at this moment. There were about a hundred people, all of whom were just second-awakened superpowers. On this battlefield, they might not even be as good as cannon fodder.
These people all had cold expressions on their faces, and exuded an aura of life and death. They stepped forward without flinching at all.
"I honor the mountains and rivers with my blood!"
"Here comes the sword!"
Yang Chen didn't know when he appeared beside Zhang Ziliang, with a kind of corpse stain unique to corpses. There was not much reason in his eyes, but he still stood firmly in front of Zhang Ziliang, guarding against what might happen. Maitreya who can kill suddenly.
Zhang Ziliang, on the other hand, let out a shout!
After hearing Zhang Ziliang's roar, the faces of the one hundred superpowers below suddenly turned red and they were very excited.
It seems that I have been looking forward to this day.
No one knows how much pain and effort they have put into this day.
Even an eye roll.
Just a psychic with no talent, timidity, and fear of death...
This is the label they are given.
