Ziye is the nemesis of the ghost clan. To be precise, it is the talisman she made that specifically restrains evil ghosts.
Everyone has a concealment talisman stuffed in their arms. This kind of talisman may not be of much use to the spiritual master, but it is very effective for the ghost clan.
In the mountain forest, a patrol of ghost soldiers passed by them without even seeing it. Ling Han was so angry that he didn't dare to breathe. It was so exciting, like an invisible man.
This is the reason why it is dark under the lamp. The concealment talisman may have been specially made for them.
At the entrance of a windy valley, five people were hiding in the grass nearby. The little witch whispered: "This is the entrance to the ghost tribe's base camp. We will sneak in in a while, and remember not to attract their attention." "
Ling Han couldn't help but sigh: "Sister Ziye is so amazing, it's hard for them to find out!"
The little witch immediately hit Ling Han's head with a thunderclap and lowered her voice: "Stop flattering!"
"This is a heartfelt compliment!"
Xuanyuan Xingwei whispered: "Ahem, the four of us have cooperated many times and have a very good understanding. If there is no trouble, this mission will not be difficult."
Ling Han rolled his eyes at him and said quietly: "You just don't want me to hold you back!"
Xuanyuan Xingwei immediately defended: "I didn't say that."
The little witch's face was extremely serious, and she struck mercilessly: "That's what I mean, if you dare to hold back, I will break your legs!"
Xuanyuan Xingwei answered silently: "Three..." Under the majestic gaze of the little witch, he honestly closed his mouth.
The little witch looked outside. The bright moon hung high, and the entire mountain forest was hidden in darkness, shrouded in mist and thick with gloom.
There was still half an hour before dawn, so it was still early. We should wait until the yin and yang intersect in the early morning before taking action. At that time, the ghosts would return to their nests and go to bed, so it would be the best time to attack if they occupied the sky.
"During the operation on the ruins of the Heavenly Demon Sect, the four of us cooperated flawlessly." The little witch began to tell Ling Han about their deeds, stimulating Ling Han to prevent him from slipping up at the critical moment.
"The three of us attracted young talents from various ancient tribes. Sister Ziye went to Sima Mansion in Qingyun City alone and successfully rescued our uncle!"
"Then he left quietly without being noticed by anyone."
"I know, I also put in a lot of effort that time, so I must take credit for it! Haha!" Ling Han muttered in a low voice, proudly claiming credit.
After auctioning the black cloth, I got a sum of money to buy the essence and blood of the fire-marked earth dragon, and gave half of it to the purple leaf girl. Then the purple leaf girl made the powerful fire dragon talisman and successfully completed the task!
"Okay, I'll give you a credit!" the little witch said casually.
"Don't worry, there's still one more achievement left!" Ling Han stretched out a hand to stop the little witch from speaking, and continued speaking righteously.
"In the mysterious space of the main hall, it was the stone tablet I opened with the Sky Demon Sword and the contribution of all my spiritual stones that allowed us to escape!"
"Look, I not only indirectly participated in the rescue operation, but also participated in the task of finding the demon tablet. I also seized six stone tablets recording the fifty-five moves of the demon, four of which were found from the Sky Poison Sect."
"Okay, okay, after this mission is completed, I will give you a reward based on your merits!" The little witch said helplessly, and then she wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Ling Han and couldn't say anything for a while.
"Don't ask for clear rewards and punishments, just ask for a little reward from the Holy Lady." Ling Han reminded him indirectly, fearing that he would not get any benefits.
Isn't that right? Both the magic power and the fifty-five forms of the Heavenly Demon are extremely powerful. The magic power was found by oneself, and the fifty-five forms of the Heavenly Demon were obtained by contributing to the space alien crystal.
Ling Han fantasized happily that it would be better if he could get some martial arts skills from the little witch.
"Shut up!" The little witch pouted and hit Ling Han on the head with her wand.
Ling Han grimaced in pain and did not dare to shout.
The little witch calmed down. She originally wanted to share some mission experiences with Ling Han so that they could get to know each other better.
But Ling Han opened his mouth to ask for credit, but the little witch didn't say what he wanted to say, so she slapped him, turned away and stopped talking.
Soon, the eastern sky was filled with purple light, the sky gradually became brighter, and the fog in the mountains and forests faded and light returned.
The little witch waved her hand, and the four of them followed closely. There were ghost soldiers guarding the valley, and there was a shrill ghost howl from all around, which was very scary.
Seeing that they continued to move forward calmly, Ling Han didn't pay much attention. It was probably some kiddos making a fuss, and he walked deeper into the valley until a rock wall blocked the way.
Ziye took out a yellow magic talisman and said silently: "Bahuang Liuhe, God does not violate the law, break the formation!"
A golden light flashed, and a crack opened in the rock wall. It was pitch black inside, with a cold death air that was unbearable to the bone. The gap slowly widened. The little witch walked in first, followed by Xuanyuan Xingwei and Cangyunbu.
Ling Han murmured: "Is this the Gate of Hell?"
Ziye said angrily: "It's just a special space. The ghost clan's base camp can't even be called hell. I told you that the road to hell is the place leading to hell. That is purgatory on earth."
"Oh! We're in. How did the Xianyang City coalition forces get in?" Ling Han asked curiously.
"You don't have to worry, just go in!"
"Okay!" Ling Han jumped in lightly.
This is a dark space, with a biting cold wind and a sinister evil spirit. His heart has always been a little depressed. Ling Han muttered: "It's so dark that you can't see anything!"
Suddenly a hand covered his eyes, and then the world in front of him lit up. It was Xuanyuan Xingwei who dangled two willow leaves dipped in water in front of his eyes.
"It turns out to be this. I saw that Taoist priest use it."
"Stop talking, follow me!" Then the little witch walked forward.
This is also a forest, but the branches and leaves are sparse, the vitality is weak, and the eyes are full of gray death. This is where the ghost tribe lives.
"If you stay here too long, your life span will be shortened!" Ling Han said softly.
"Shut up!"
Not long after, there was a city not far away, lined with tall palaces, magnificent models, majestic and majestic, even more spectacular than Xianyang City. It was endless as far as the eye could see, but the color was single, and the walls and houses were all plain black.
There is a tall city wall on the outermost perimeter. Except for the lack of a moat, it is exactly the same as the city outside. It has everything it should have. There are ghost soldiers patrolling and guarding the city wall. The leader is a ghost general with Zejing cultivation.
Generally speaking, those in the grass and wood realms are ghost soldiers, and those in the marsh realm are ghost generals, but ghost generals are also divided into upper and lower levels.
The ten ghost generals A, B, C, Ding, Wu, Ji, Geng, Xin, Ren, and Gui are directly assigned to the two guardians to command all ghost soldiers and other ordinary ghost generals.
The ghost general leading the team at the front only had the cultivation level of Ze Realm, and was obviously not one of the top ten ghost generals.
Ling Han was shocked in his heart, and was a little discouraged, because before he had even walked a few steps, he had already met a dozen ghost generals, all of whom were ordinary Ze level cultivation.
On this side of the city wall, there are already more than a dozen groups of ghost soldiers patrolling, and the defense is very tight.
If there are eighteen hundred ghost generals, I am afraid that the Xianyang City coalition forces will die in vain. Ling Han couldn't help but wonder, can they beat this?
The little witch seemed very confident and led the four people to the bottom of the city wall with high morale.
"superior!"
Following the little witch's order, Xuanyuan Xingwei stepped on the ground and walked up the wall lightly step by step. In the blink of an eye, he climbed up the six-foot-high city wall.
The little witch gave a soft drink and floated straight up. Cang Yunbu took two steps back, jumped suddenly, and somersaulted up.
Ling Han swallowed his saliva and stared blankly at the performances of the three people in front of him. Ziye smiled at Ling Han and asked friendly, "Do you need help?"
"It's a small thing!" Ling Han waved his hand and refused decisively.
Ziye smiled slightly, took out a blue magic talisman, muttered something silently, and two transparent wings grew out from behind, and then flew up easily...
The four little witches looked down at Ling Han, half-smiling but not smiling.
Ling Han doesn't care about them and can't even scale a city wall. Isn't it so embarrassing!
So Zhong silently calculated that when fighting the enemy in the past, he could only jump a foot high with all his strength, but now the devil's legs are perfect and he can jump twice as high.
The second foot can use the strength of the wall to jump up a foot, and then use the Sky Demon Sword to insert it into the gap in the wall. With another foot, it can probably go up.
So he took three steps back, rushed forward suddenly, then bent his legs and suddenly bounced up. The devil's legs exploded to the extreme and injected a lot of energy.
"Whoosh!" He jumped three feet high in one leap, and then kicked the wall violently. "Bang!" With a muffled sound, Ling Han jumped up more than one foot high.
Finally, he inserted the Heavenly Demon Sword into the wall with all his strength, "Pfft!" He pulled hard, and "Whoa!" He stood on the city wall.
"Who is it?" A group of ghost soldiers heard the noise and ran over quickly.
The little witch glared at Ling Han, quickly jumped off the city wall, and marched deeper into the city. Ling Han followed angrily, wondering if he was making too much noise...
Ling Han looked back from time to time and saw that no one was chasing him. Ling Han breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he was not discovered.
"After the last battle at the Soul-Suppressing Tower, the ghost clan was afraid that the Xieyang City forces would come together to destroy them, so they were very cautious. We all saw that there were many ghost soldiers guarding the city, and the sound of climbing over the wall just now might have alerted them!"
Ling Han remained silent and did not dare to say anything. The little witch continued: "After a while, we sneaked into the Black Mountain Palace. Sister Ziye sealed off the scene and controlled the situation. Xiao Xingzi and Xiao Buzi used their strongest attacks, and I assisted!"
"What about me?" Ling Han asked humbly.
The little witch glared at Ling Han and said casually: "According to circumstances!"
Ling Han curled his lips and turned his head away in disdain. Are you looking down on people so much? I didn’t plan myself into it at all…
"After killing Heishan, immediately escape far away and wait for the arrival of the Xieyang City coalition forces!"
After the little witch finished speaking, the three of them nodded in unison and then moved forward quietly, with Ling Han following silently behind.
The streets of the city are no different from the human world. The doors of shops and workshops are tightly closed. There are many ordinary houses behind. Ling Han guesses that there are probably ordinary ghost people among the ghost tribe.
Like ordinary human citizens, they get up early and come home late, live and work in peace and contentment, and live an ordinary life. They do not participate in the disputes in the six realms, fight and kill each other, and only pay attention to what they will eat tomorrow and what the harvest will be this year...
They may have been oppressed and exploited, but they were content with living like this, working hard for them to squander, becoming a stone brick to build up the world of the upper class.
The five people arrived at about the center of the city. A particularly large palace stood in front of them. The little witch stopped. She estimated that this was the residence of Montenegro.
