Chapter 1070：

[Ding, congratulations to the host, get 1 merit point! 】

[Ding, congratulations to the host, get 1 merit point! 】

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The sound of the system kept ringing, and a little bit of merit quickly poured in.

In a short while, Ye Fan discovered that he had gained more than 30,000 merit points.

It happened to be everyone who survived.

After reading the merit points, he said to Lin Zhensheng and An Fugui below.

"Old Lin, Elder An, behind these five million ghost army, I guess there is still a ghost king!"

"I will go to Beiman Mountain now to uproot this malignant tumor!"

"As for the aftermath of Luoyang Base City, I'll leave it to you!"

Lin Zhensheng and An Fugui nodded together: "Okay!"

"Ye Fan, be careful yourself!"

The two said.

Ye Fan nodded slightly, put away all the Yin Soldiers and Ghosts, and the purple-gold mansion Ming Gang rose up and turned into a purple light directly, flying into the depths of Beiman Mountain.

Behind.

Lu Xiong, who had recovered most of his injuries, walked towards Lin Zhensheng and An Fugui with Lu Qiaoqiao.

Lu Xiong and Lu Qiaoqiao supported Lin Zhensheng and An Fugui.

The four people looked at the direction of Ye Fan's disappearance, and they were all amazed and talked again and again.

Not only them, but the other surviving psychic masters and warriors also felt that today's battle was like magic, with ups and downs, life and death.

Everyone didn't discuss it for long, and soon got off the wall.

There are still 15 million people in Luoyang Base City waiting to settle down, and Lu Xiong has taken everyone non-stop to carry out the aftermath work.

One by one, the surviving warriors and spiritual masters quickly spread Ye Fan's name throughout the streets and alleys of Luoyang Base City.

This time,

Everyone knows that a young man came alone and saved Luoyang base city and also saved 15 million people.

A little bit of golden light of merit formed by the simplest grateful heart in everyone's heart, quickly floated to the sky, to Ye Fan.

Above the Beiman Mountain Range, Ye Fan was flying forward, and suddenly a series of system prompts sounded in his mind.

[Ding, congratulations to the host, get 1 merit point! 】

[Ding, congratulations to the host, get 1 merit point! 】

[Ding, congratulations to the host, get 1 merit point! 】

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This little merit, quickly blended into the body.

Ye Fan knew immediately that this was condensed from all Luoyang people.

After all the merits of the golden light, after the influx was finished, he found that this wave had added another three million merit points.

Ordinary people’s spiritual strength is weak, and many people have already withdrawn into the demon-defense burrow. They have not seen Ye Fan nor personally felt it. The power of merit is impure, which resulted in only three gains for 15 million people. A million points of merit.

Ye Fan was quite satisfied when he saw that the three million merit points were credited.

Black enemies only need one million merit points to be promoted, and now there are three million, which is completely enough.

next moment,

Ye Fan thought of the secret technique of the golden body of merit, and there will be tens of millions of levels in the future, and he couldn't help but feel that the merit points were not enough.

howl--

howl--

Seeing Ye Fan flying by in Beiman Mountain, the howling of ghosts sounded from time to time.

Ye Fan temporarily put down his other thoughts and stared into the deeper part of the mountain range.

Hessen's Ghost King Ling was in hand, guiding Ye Fan.

He felt that the more he flew to the depths of the Beiman Mountain, the clearer the feeling from the Ghost King Ling.

Obviously,

This ghost king is somewhere deep in this Beiman Mountain.

Ye Fan flew for about half a minute, suddenly!

His mental power sensed a large amount of ghost energy in the northern sky, swept surgingly!

In a short while, a thick and deep ghost cloud appeared at the end of the line of sight.

From the ghost clouds, there are more roars of tigers and leopards, roaring constantly.

Ye Fan stopped, his eyes sharp, like a sword like a sword, and looked towards the ghost cloud.

The ghost in that ghost cloud seemed to sense Ye Fan's breath from a distance, and immediately drifted towards this side.

When there was a distance of about kilometer left, Ye Fan clearly saw the scene in the ghost cloud.

This is a 500,000 elite heavy-loaded ghost cavalry army.

Each ghost soldier has the strength of the fourth-order restricted level, all of which are wearing a full-body ghost armor, and holding a long-handled ghost knife in his hand.

And every ghost soldier sat down, also riding a tiger and leopard-like ghost beast.

These ghosts and beasts are very vicious.

A bloodthirsty emerald green cold light bloomed from the ghost pupil.

Taking the lead is three ghostly ghost generals.

Each one has the rank strength of the eighth-sequence doomsday level.