Under the "complicated" gazes of Chang Huaiyuan and others, Chang Baye regretted what he said.
While secretly cursing Chen Daji, this little brat who had harmed him, he nodded and sneered.
"How about...how about I let the bosses run three steps first?..."
The other immortals couldn't laugh or cry, but Chang Huaiyuan shook his head helplessly.
After Hua Jiunjian Baizhan Soldier Soul reorganized into formation, Li Guang led them towards the ancient tomb and shouted immediately.
"General Li, wait a minute. This junior has something to tell you."
Li Guang had already sensed the extraordinary qualities of this young man, so he did not neglect him.
Leading Bai Zhan Soldier Soul, he rode his horse to a stop a few feet in front of Hua Jiunan and the others.
"It's difficult to be polite on the battlefield. I wonder if you have any advice?!"
Hua Jiu Nan will tell everything that happened around the ancient tomb.
"General Li, the things in the tomb woke up early. You can't go in hastily."
After Hua Jiunan finished speaking, before Li Guang could speak, the mountains at his feet suddenly shook violently.
A black and red altar, composed of countless corpses, slowly rose from the ground.
Standing around the altar were three-meter-tall yellow scarf warriors with muscles all over their bodies squirming like strange snakes.
Surrounding the Yellow Turban warriors were tens of thousands of Yellow Turban ghost soldiers.
In the middle of the altar, a blood-red sarcophagus was suspended in the air by eight iron ropes.
There were constant cries of ghosts and howls from the coffin.
Twelve black, red, fishy flags were placed on all sides of the coffin, making a sound in the cold wind.
The blood on the flag has turned black because it has been too long.
There are words such as "Taiping", "Jiazi Daji", "General Renggong" and "Zhang".
With the appearance of the human bone altar, the night sky instantly darkened.
The air was filled with the smell of corpses, and red snowflakes were floating.
Chen Daji stretched out his hand to catch it. He felt the red snow was bitingly cold and couldn't help but shiver.
"Damn it, uncle, this is really bloody!"
"Grandma, this thing has more cards than your appearance!"
If the ghost sedan hadn't been floating in the air, Chen Daji would have had another pipe blow on his head.
"Jie Jie Jie, you little bastard, if you sacrifice tens of thousands of people to grandma, I will become the king of ghosts immediately!"
"It won't be a problem to bring you a ghost country by then!!"
After Chen Daji listened, he counted on his fingers carefully:
If grandma becomes the King of Ghosts, will dirty people dare to bully me in the future? ! !
But tens of thousands of people is a bit much!
There are only three people in my family.
Even if we include Fatty Zhao and his family, there are only six people, which is a bit far from the goal!
It should be difficult to recruit workers for this kind of thing. No one is willing to come no matter how much you pay.
forget it......
Just when Chen Daji was thinking wildly, Chang Huaiyuan and Hui Laoliu took a step forward to protect Hua Jiunan.
"Sure enough, it's him, 'Ren Gong General' Zhang Liang!"
"The blood is filled with blood, and the evil spirit is soaring to the sky. He is worthy of being the 'fierce god'!"
General Li Guang’s face was solemn and he held his sword high:
"Brothers, line up!"
"Get ready to kill the enemy with me!"
Bai Zhan Soldier Soul turned his horse's head to face the altar and struck the breastplate with his weapon, making a loud clang sound.
They all shouted: "No!"
When the two sides were at war with each other, the coffin on the altar suddenly opened.
A zombie wearing black armor and disheveled hair floated out.
Then it landed on the altar with a thud.
This person is none other than Zhang Liang, the third of the three Taiping Dao brothers!
Zhang Liang holds a copper coin sword in his left hand and a blood-stained soul-calling flag in his right hand.
The face is dry and the fangs are turned out.
When he spoke, black air kept coming out of his mouth.
"The sky is dead and the yellow sky should be established. May the world be blessed with good luck at the end of the year!"
Zhang Liang's voice was as harsh and unpleasant as a shovel rubbing against sand.
After he finished shouting, all the Yellow Turban warriors and Yellow Turban ghost soldiers also shouted:
"The sky is dead and the yellow sky should be established. May the world be blessed with good luck at the end of the year!"
This sentence completely angered Li Guang, a loyal minister of the Han Dynasty.
"Rebellious officials and traitors dare to act recklessly in front of this general, and they will be killed without mercy!"
After speaking, he took the lead and rushed towards Zhang Liang like an arrow from a string.
"Follow the general and kill the enemy! Kill!"
The souls of the soldiers from all battles shouted in unison and followed Li Guang without hesitation.
Hua Jiugang looked worried:
Hundreds of people in front of tens of thousands of people, the gap between the two sides is really huge:
That way, it's like a stone thrown into a vast lake. I'm afraid it won't make much waves.
