Chapter 797： The soul boy cries, a hundred ghosts punish

Cuckoo...

The water in Yanlongtan is like boiling, and when the bubbles rise, it is already muddy and muddy.

"expensive!!"

There are constant corpse water monsters rising from the water, launching mechanical attacks against the silence on the shore.

They were already corpses, naturally fearless of life and death, just like threaded puppets, blindly sprinting and culling under the command of the spirit-calling flags.

The ghost soldiers were summoned by Jiang Tianzuo's demonstration of the demonstrative technique, and the air of the grounded prison was in the same line as Jiang Tianzuo. Although they did not know how to cooperate with the human army, they were more spiritual than the corpse.

Between the sky and the earth, wolves are everywhere, ghost flames scorching the sky, ghost soldiers crushing a piece of black, crushing and coming, with a strong momentum.

Silent jumped, and climbed up to a green hill, hunting in a purple robe, like a fierce battle flag, surrounded by pale gold, like a thin layer of armor.

All the ghoul soldiers rushed into the air, and in a flash, they launched another charge on the silent high ground!

"——Woohoo!!"

Before long, a loud cry resounded abruptly in the void.

"woo woo woo woo!"

It was an inaccurately described crying sound, loud and regular, not harsh, neither stern nor miserable, as if it was the cry only when a baby was hungry and when he longed for the mother to breastfeed.

It's just that this cry of crying is louder and magnificent than the cry of an ordinary baby. In the cry, there is aura, as if it has the power to revive all things.

Cry is the most primitive and direct language of the human race, short, simple, and powerful!

Its ethereal mystery is higher than all the complicated and mysterious mantras in this world, and its concise and concise language surpasses all the obscure and incomprehensible words of the past dynasties.

In this situation, even if the mountains are surrounded and the ghost soldiers suppress the environment, it is impossible to stop the sound of crying.

It's like singing, endless, mighty, long and powerful, and it's not easy.

"Wind! Wind! Wind!"

In the field, the ghost soldiers and skeletons shouted, and the wind continued to blow. In an instant, the harsh cries were covered by the loud crying.

For a time, the wind stopped, the ghost mist dispersed, and the universe was clear.

"Woooooooooo!!"

"Woooooooooo!!"

The cry continued, like blowing a horn company, like a golden drum, in the loud and mighty cry, under the fierce and powerful rhythm, the previous moment was still aggressive, comparable to the ghost soldiers of the imperial army, and suddenly fell into pieces. under.

"wind!"

The ghost soldier closest to the silence has already rotted away, and almost only Bai Sensen’s skeleton remains. Only the throat is still sticking to the black solid body. It should be a long-term deep, naturally dried corpse. meat.

The low voice of shouting came from the throat.

He wears an iron helmet, on which there are scorched black spears dangling from the helmet, holding a zhangba spear, a rusty short knife hanging from his waist, and a fierce stern with eyes and teeth carved on his breastplate. The eyes of 猊 were originally made of black jade spar engraved and inlaid, but at this time there was only one left, which became a one-eyed 狻猊.

From his outfit, it is not difficult to see that he is a centurion of ghost soldiers.

At this moment, he didn't know that all the ghost soldiers and soldiers behind him had fallen down, and he raised his spear aloft, and rushed into the sky.

"wind!!"

In a flash of cold blue and black light, he had already pierced the sharp spear into the silence, bringing the heroic air of rebellion without turning back.

But, it was also at this moment, the sound of crying echoing in the void, like an invisible war knife, suddenly penetrated its skull, and this ghost soldier was instantly struck by a mighty thunder.

In an instant, there was only the skeleton of the skeleton, which was instantly fragmented and turned into a pile of dead bones, and strands of evil spirits were drawn from the bones and turned into black smoke, lingering for a moment, and completely disappeared.

The last yin soldier and ghost general died here.

At this point, the whole army was wiped out with the resolute, fierce and fierce ghost soldier frenzy.

"Outrageous! It's outrageous!"

Seeing this scene, Jiang Tianzuo's dragon body suddenly shook. Unbelievable, he was immediately furious, staring like blood, and exuding murderous aura from all over his body.

Outside the Diantian Temple, the situation of mass murder was broken by silence.

The secret realm of true dragon, the art of guarding against ghosts, wins without fighting in silence.

Jiang Tianzuo lost twice in a row.

shame! A deep shame!

Thinking of this, Jiang Tianzuo's expression was so gloomy that water could drip out, and his heart was even more dripping blood...

"Why, what is this statement? Ah? What is the statement?"

Indeed, all this seems so incredible.

Jiang Tianzuo kept questioning himself in the bottom of his heart, and then he let out a voice, asking the sky and scolding the earth, like an angry overlord black dragon, roaring and roaring, shaking the nine heavens, resounding through the mountains.

"How did you do it? Are you a ghost? No, you are a demon!!"

A hundred years of hard work has been wiped out.

How could Jiang Tianzuo not feel grief and anger? At this moment, he took off his lower armor and revealed a pair of narrow and raised eyes, revealing a little bit of vicissitudes, and a crystal frost mist condensed in his eyes. He stared in silence and asked madly.

His pride was once again destroyed by silence.

He hated the silence.

"I...I'm not good at it."

The silence was startled when he heard the words, and then he spread his hands, with a helpless expression on Jun's face.

In fact, the silence in my heart is also inexplicable.

He didn't make a move at all!

"hen?!"

Obviously, Jiang Tianzuo misunderstood the meaning of silence, and his anger suddenly rose:

"Now, what are you talking about? Can't you respect your opponent a little bit? Anyway, Lao Tzu Jiang Tianzuo is also dignified..."

"Woo-"

At this moment, a cry of crying sounded in the smoke-filled air again, and then stopped abruptly.

The cry that was the same as the previous one came abruptly into his ears. In an instant, Jiang Tianzuo swallowed the second half of the sentence. His mind and eyes were quickly pulled away from the silence, and then transferred to the cry.

"The soul boy is crying, a hundred ghosts punish... Is the legend true?!"

Jiang Tianzuo muttered deep in his mouth, and squinted his eyes, only the bottomless darkness in his eyes:

"It's her, it's her... it's one thing and one thing, I was defeated by her!"

"Spirit boy?"

Although Jiang Tianzuo's voice was low, he could still hear a few words with his silent hearing.

Could it be...

There was a sudden shock in silence, and then his handsome eyes were swept away, and he followed the direction Jiang Tianzuo was looking.

I was greeted by a remnant of broken mountains and rivers. Wherever I looked, black smoke was scattered in the sky, and bones piled up into mountains. The sea of ​​corpse mountains and blood created this thousand-mile Buddha, and I changed my mind for a moment.

wave!

Grumbling!

Just at this moment, the night dawned, the thick dark clouds were pierced by a ray of sunlight, and the turbid Yanlong Tan was full of clear waves, and a crystal white bubble emerged. In a flash, the surface of the pool was restored to its original, clear water. Luminous, faintly reflected the blue sky and clouds wandering.

A soft sound of "wave" came out.

The white blisters in the center of the pool immediately dissipated, and a girl appeared in the vague and white fog. She was dressed in clothes, graceful and graceful, with exquisite nine orifices created by nature, and brilliance like the sun and moon. Yingrun.

Her body is as white as glaze, she is shining, she has no trace of impurities, but she has a small face, a pair of transparent eyes, still with tears, and the watery reflection of pure brilliance, like a petal soaked in a **** storm, The pear blossoms in the smoke of the battlefield.

"Karma!"

On the shore, a wild crane that had been cracked into a corpse, fluttered its wings suddenly and flew towards her.

"Beware..."

Seeing this scene, the silent handsome eyes shrank, as if eagerly shouting.

But I didn't want to be a false alarm. I saw that a piece of auspicious steaming and rippling pool water, Heming Jiuxiao, Tianji's soul boy riding on the back of the crane, actually flew with joy.

A group of white rainbows is like a fairy bridge, straddling Qingcang Chong Mountain, towering mountains, and the celestial cranes, glorious and shining, wind and rain cover its traces, and flowing clouds have no trace.