"Where did the wild ghosts come to make trouble under the rule of the Great Demon King?" Before they could take a closer look, they heard a loud shout in the space. Then a ghost holding a spear in his hand, with a ferocious expression on his face, and a bloody mouth appeared from it.

This ghost must have been a general in the army during his lifetime... Looking at the evil ghost in front of him, Chang Jin instantly guessed the other party's foundation.

Any soldier who has seen blood will have a blood-like energy after his death, and it condenses as solid as the essence. Just like in front of him, you can see that the black air is filled with armor, and there is also stained with stained blood.

The evil aura emitted from the body of the evil ghost who had only one ghost immortal's second turn made the grass-headed gods quickly arouse incense and whisper.

"Bold, open your dog's eyes and see clearly. This is the City God of Wanshan Palace. What kind of great virtue is just a bandit and evil ghost. Today, the City God came here to save Duer and others, and quickly asked your master to surrender." When he saw the fierce ghost on the other side, Wang Yan immediately took a step forward and shouted loudly.

"City God, are you the City God of Wanshan Mansion?" The evil ghost stared at Chang Jin and then roared angrily: "So what about City God? Let's eat my spear first."

Before he finished speaking, a terrifying murderous intent had fallen down as Chang Jin took the lead.

"Hmph, overestimate one's own ability," Chang Jin moved his wrist slightly, and returned to the sheath with the sword.

The evil ghost screamed, and then half of his body sizzled, turning into black fog.

"Let's spare your life for the time being, hurry up and report it, let the King of De come to see me," Chang Jin said coldly.

"Wait," the evil ghost suffered a great loss and hurriedly turned around and ran away.

Soon, the palace gate flashed, and hundreds of evil ghost soldiers appeared from it. Seeing these soldiers, Chang Jin's eyes couldn't help but condense: They were all in the realm of ghost immortals, how could it be?

If Chang Jin was just a little shocked, the faces of the gods such as Wang Yan changed drastically. They did not expect that there were so many powerful evil spirits hidden in this inconspicuous Yin space.

Moreover, these evil ghosts formed a square formation when they marched, and a trace of blood-evil energy emerged from them, gathering more and more, becoming thicker and thicker, and soon formed a thick cloud.

Between more than ten feet apart, they could feel the huge murderous intent like ice, as if they were going to freeze them completely on the spot.

"Kill" these soldiers suddenly shouted and stopped.

With their shouts, a blood light came, and it seemed that countless fighting shouts were accompanied by them.

Affected by this momentum, many gods' incense luck suddenly shook and fell again.

Before the war began, they had been taken away.

When he really stood up later, he was afraid that his strength here would not be his opponent at all. Thinking of this, Wang Yan couldn't help but show a little worry on his face, and turned his head to look at the City God in front.

"It turned out to be the soul of the comrade, no wonder that it was so great evil spirit." Chang Jin snorted coldly and pulled out the sword again.

In an instant, a sword light flashed in the void, and the evil aura condensed like ink was cut off, and it slowly dissipated in a moment. If he guessed correctly, these evil ghosts had such a state, which naturally devoured the souls of their comrades. It is recorded in the "Wanshan Mansion Chronicle" that when Liu Yuan attacked Wanshan Mansion, his subordinates carried more than 100,000 refugees.

After the defeat, no one in ten refugees remained, and blood flowed into a river on the battlefield.

Although the souls of most refugees will gradually dissipate over time after their death, those soldiers are different. They are strong in mind and with the blessing of military formations, most of the souls can be preserved.

If there is no accident, this space should at least have a soul.

But just now, Chang Jin released his spiritual sense and found that there were only hundreds of evil spirits in the space, less than a thousand. After exploring the blood evil above their heads, you could feel the deep hatred that was sandwiched.

"Thank you, Master Chenghuang." Many grass-headed spirits woke up and felt cold all over.

"The King arrived" at this time, another voice came.

Only the sound of horse hooves was heard, twenty or thirty dark horses formed an army formation and rushed to the gods quickly. The dark horse in the lead was obviously much taller, with a majestic weapon, blatant and screaming, and a fluorescent ghost fire ejected from his eyes.

The evil ghost in armor sat upright on the horse's back. Although it was transformed by the yin energy, it had completely condensed into substance. At a high level, it looked no different from the physical body.

The other party was slightly yellow in color, his beard was more than one foot long, and there were a few black and white talismans on his forehead. At this moment, he just turned his head slightly and glanced over, and endless murderous intent burst out from his eyes.

"You are the City God of the Yinsi of Wanshan Prefecture? Just a City God is equivalent to a fifth-rank official in the world. Why don't you kneel when you see me?" The great king spoke, and a pressure immediately scattered out, as if he was invisible.

When the gods heard the sound, they couldn't help but feel the urge to bend their knees and bow their heads.

"A bandit in the previous dynasty dared to claim to be a great king, and dared to let the city god kneel down. He really didn't know how to live or die." Chang Jin also responded with a magic spell when he spoke.

This evil ghost is just the second transformation of the true immortal. His realm is much worse than that of Chang Jin, and the power of the magic spell cannot be compared.

His voice came out, and there were naturally invisible vortexes in the void swept up, blowing the boundless pressure without a trace, and then swept towards the great king like ripples.

The Yinma under the throne of the Great Master was a rare good horse before his death, and now he could tolerate this heavy oppression. But the remaining Yinma was uncomfortable, and they were neighing and screaming, even circling around in place, wanting to lift the master down on his back.

"You are a city god, no wonder you are so arrogant. I underestimate you. If you are willing to bow your head and surrender now, I can spare your life. In the future, when my underworld is fully developed, you can be an emperor, how about you?" The great king looked up and down at Chang Jin before speaking.

Chang Jin was a little amused when he heard the other party's tone with a little charity. He remembered it very clearly in "Wanshan Mansion Chronicles". Liu Yuan was cunning, so why did he speak without his brain now?

Could it be that the soul was severely damaged after death? A guess came to Chang Jin's mind.

"Interesting, really interesting. A ghost whose place was sealed by the Taoist temple and even this space could not be broken through, actually tried to open up the underworld. Should this city god praise you for your lofty ambitions or be blindly arrogant?"

"You... Damn it." After being exposed, Liu Yuan was furious and pointed at the other party and said, "Since I don't know how to live or die, I will refine the soul you are waiting for and kill it for me today."

After "killing", hundreds of evil soldiers roared and rushed over with their weapons.

"Let's retreat for the time being, form a magic circle to defend, let's see how this city god kills the enemy." Chang Jin put his sword in his hand and said loudly to the gods behind him. His patrol this time was to show his strength to the gods.

Therefore, he did not let Wang Yan organize the gods to resist, but instead used his sword to stop the evil ghost rushing towards him.

Most of these soldiers' realms are ghost immortals, and only a few of them are ghost immortals three times. When they are two feet away, Chang Jin suddenly waved his sword and fell down.

"Ying..." The bitter sword light slashed towards the evil soldiers with the aura of mountains and rivers. In an instant, the light was shining all over the sky, and the evil spirits in the entire space surged.

Wherever I saw, twenty or thirty evil spirits at the front suddenly screamed and turned into black fog at a speed visible to the naked eye, making a sizzling sound. Almost in the next moment, waves rolled, and the black fog was swept away.

The gods in the field, along with the remaining evil spirits, all of whom were shocked. They destroyed dozens of evil spirits in the realm of ghosts with one sword... What kind of cultivation is the City God? Could the sword in his hand be an ancient treasure?

For a moment, the gods and the fierce ghost soldiers on the opposite side turned their eyes and turned their eyes to the sword in the hand of the City God.

Unfortunately, they were allowed to release their spiritual sense to investigate, but they could only feel that the sword was ordinary and there was no sign of spiritual power surging. However, in this way, the sword became more mysterious and became a treasure that could conceal its breath.

The power is indeed several times stronger than before... Chang Jin was also a little surprised when he saw the evil spirits he killed with one sword.

He practiced the killing sword art, which was already extremely awesome. When he fought against the Kunshan Taoist a few days ago, Chang Jin had a new understanding and integrated the power of mountains and rivers, as well as the incense and thought power into the sword art.

When one sword is swung out, it will naturally have a magnificent momentum that swept across the world.

Now that Wanshan Prefecture's Divine Realm has been unified, the power of this sword art has reached a higher level.

"It's really powerful. No wonder I can be the city god of the mansion. However, this space has a seal of Yuqingdao, which can isolate the incense mind power. Your sword should consume a lot of incense mind power. No matter how powerful it is, how long can it last?" The great master analyzed with a self-righteous attitude.

"Is that true?" Chang Jin asked back, and the sword in his hand rose again.

Wherever they went, everything turned into ashes, and dozens of evil spirits disappeared again.

Even if a dark horse on the side of the military formation was in the sword force, he felt that his soul had been cut off and could not maintain its shape at all. He screamed and turned into blurred smoke and dissipated.

The Great Demon King's face changed again, and he hurriedly pulled out his two maces from his waist and raised them. Suddenly, a strong blood-evil aura emanated from it, and countless black shadows appeared on it, screaming in his mouth.

"All the soldiers obey orders, kill them for me and see how long he can last." The great king had a ferocious face, like a crazy beast, with a roar that shook the sky and the earth.

"Kill" and the remaining evil soldiers shouted in response.

"Huh...what's going on?" At this time, Chang Jin felt that the other party's momentum had changed again.

The moment after the Great Demon King gave the order, the majestic blood evil spirit condensed into clouds and mist above the military formation, and a black and red python entrenched on it, spreading its teeth and claws, which was terrifying and terrifying.

As the military formation ran, a whistle came from the mouth of the python, and then penetrated through the void and rushed towards Chang Jin.

Looking at the military formation in front of me, it was very different from before. There was an indescribable huge force rolling forward. In a trance, Chang Jin seemed to see countless incomplete bodies in the blood evil spirit, screaming from hissings, holding weapons in his hands, and following the fierce ghosts charged together.

Recalling the scene he saw when he followed General Yu Qi to sea to wipe out the evil gods, Chang Jin immediately understood: This is the morale of the military formation... There is no difference between the essence of the magic array of the immortals and gods.

The magic array is set with spiritual power or incense, while the military array is morale. Morale is very wonderful and invisible, but once it is condensed, it is extremely huge.

These hundreds of soldiers gathered together, and they were already full of blood. Now, with the leadership of the Great Demon King, they have become more murderous.

Waves swept over and over again, and Chang Jin felt that his red silk had fallen into a sticky and dark swamp, and invisible mud was tightly pulled on his body. Every time he made a subtle move, it was extremely difficult.

Under the attack of this murderous intent, the gods standing behind the City God all showed fear on their faces, their luck swayed on their heads, and their incense power quickly subsided. It seemed that they were about to fall from the divine position in the next moment.

Chang Jin did not retreat and dodge, straightened his body, and slowly led his sword, and also spit out a word from his mouth: "Kill"
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