Infinite Script Killing

"A good show?" Ci Min almost had the urge to cry. Whether they could survive the next second was still unknown, so how could they bother to watch a good show?

But when he looked up and saw Xu Tong's confident expression, a seed of hope finally ignited in his heart.

The dark wind around them became more and more deafening, and finally a hand came out of the black mist and quickly grabbed Xu Tong and the two.

Thousands of hands came out of one hand, and the dense black hands grabbed it. The scene reminded people of tearing apart a chicken.

Xu Tong frowned and took the [Evil Bell] in his hand without waiting for the palms to be grasped. However, before he could activate the bell's skill "Evil Sound", a gong sounded suddenly, causing these wandering souls in the air to instantly As if frozen there, motionless.

"Dong dong dong..."

Luo Ming's sound became more and more harsh, and wherever the sound passed, wandering souls were frozen in mid-air.

The corpses floating in the sky also fell to the ground.

"What's this??"

Qianju and the others were stunned for a moment, looking at the wandering souls frozen in front of them, and were shocked. They didn't know who had the ability to freeze thousands of rampaging wandering souls there, unable to move.

How much ability does it take to do this?

Qianju himself felt even more heartbroken, and a bad premonition became stronger.

"Dong dong dong..."

The sound of the gong became more and more harsh, not only shocking everyone, but also the visible and intangible palaces and pavilions in the ghost market trembled, as if some terrifying existence had been awakened.

In an instant, a bloody light shot up from the ground into the sky, carrying boundless blood mist, turning into a skull in mid-air and making an ear-splitting roar.

The terrifying sound struck, and the ears and noses of those young strangers with low strength immediately bleed, and they fell unconscious on the ground for a moment.

Even the masters of the older generation had to work hard to stand firm. Just looking at the pale looks on their faces, you can tell that the cost of standing firm is probably not as comfortable as lying down.

Qian Shu's eyes flashed brightly, and he looked down at the ground. He saw countless shadows flickering in the thousand-story pavilion underground, and a bloody light surged in the deepest part, as if there were endless evil spirits roaring.

"Hiss!" Seeing this, even the daring Qianju was so frightened that his scalp was numb, as if he saw something terrible below, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead after a while.

L City occupies an unshakable position in history and is said to be the ancient capital of thirteen dynasties.

But precisely because of this, this city is doomed to be plagued by disasters. Historically, ever since Dong Zhuo burned this place to ashes in a fire, countless innocent souls and ghosts have been buried under L City.

Just as Sima Guang said, if you ask about the prosperity and failure of ancient and modern times, please just look at Luoyang City.

In these thousands of years, no one knows what shocking secrets are hidden below. Today, they were shocked by the sound of gongs and drums.

"This ghost market is alive!!"

Ci Min lay on the ground and stuck his head out to look down, but at a glance he felt dazzled. He actually saw a woman in a Tang suit, and a Han general holding a spear. There was a scene on each level, and a world on each level.

Until his eyes reached the bottom, where there was a sea of ​​blood and red light, he couldn't see anything clearly. He could only feel an indescribable power, which seemed to be pulling him in at a glance.

So much so that Ci Min didn't dare to look at it again, for fear that he couldn't help it and would actually jump and stay down there forever.

Looking back at Xu Tong, I found that he was looking at it with gusto.

Ci Min didn't know, but Xu Tong knew in his heart that what he saw in front of him was not real, nor was it entirely false. Just like his master's mountain buckle, it was somewhere between true and false.

It's hard to tell what's true and what's false.

The stories in the "Underworld" that his master gave him were written around true and false. On the other hand, he allowed himself to figure out what hell was like based on the stories in the book, so that he could have a rough idea of ​​the underworld. The outline is paving the way for him to worship Shankou in the future.

But the words in the book are far less visually impactful than the vivid pictures like this.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!!"

The sound of killing came from the ground with a chilling air. Everyone was shocked to see a group of warriors in neat armors walking from the ground with spears in hand. The huge flag spread out in the wind, which read A Chinese character.

"Kill!!" A cavalryman wearing black armor galloped up, the flag was fluttering, and there was a white word written on the vermilion general's flag.

As the intimidating murderous aura struck, Qianju and the others felt their whole bodies sinking. They found themselves as if a huge mountain had been pressed against them, unable to move. All their magical powers were ineffective at this moment.

"This is a Yin soldier! A real Yin soldier!!" an old man screamed.

Everyone was frightened and turned pale when they heard this. Who would have thought that there were actually evil soldiers in this ghost market, and there were more than one.

Xu Tong stood on a high place, and when he heard a killing sound, his face suddenly hurt as if it had been scratched with a knife.

My chest felt even tighter and I felt like I wanted to vomit blood.

As for Cimin, because he ate Wulingzhi, with the effect of boiling blood, he was not affected much.

However, seeing the murderous intent rolling in like wolf smoke, the expressions of the two of them instantly turned ugly. Fortunately, a golden light flashed in his arms at this time, and he was able to resist the murderous intent.

Xu Tong slapped his forehead and quickly took out the small soul coffin from his arms. The soul coffin flashed, and the child named Xu Qing jumped out from it, holding a red tassel spear, blocking Xu Tong's path. In front of the two of them.

"Ha~"

Xu Qing shook the red tassel gun in his hand and thrust it in front of him. The gun barrel vibrated and made a buzzing sound, actually blocking the murderous intent for the two of them.

In contrast, the old guys were not so lucky. They saw the group of cavalry rushing out from the ground and charging towards them.

"No! Run!"

Seeing this scene, Qianju and others were all scared to death.

This Yin soldier is extraordinary. He is not a wandering ghost. No, even a mortal ghost cannot compare to a toe.

The difference is as huge as a child in kindergarten and a top student at Tagou Martial Arts Academy.

These low-level scum can bully wandering souls, but how can they have the courage to encounter Yin soldiers?

However, before they had time to escape, the cavalry in front waved their flags, and a murderous aura like a mountain or a sea instantly enveloped them.

Thousands of hands and others were immediately unable to move as if they were falling into a mire. Those old guys were like ordinary old people at this time. They no longer had the calmness to kill the wandering souls just now. Facing the murderous cavalry in front of them, they actually gave birth to A sense of despair that one can only sit and wait for death.

"It's over, Senju, what bad idea did you come up with, you old thief?" Some people were heartbroken. If they were killed by Yin soldiers, their souls would probably be beaten to ashes.

At this time, they were no longer as simple as hating Xu Tong. They also hated Qianju. They wanted to send all the words of tiger and wolf in this life to the eighteenth generation of Qianju before they died. On the ancestors.

Qian Shu was scolded so much that he didn't take it seriously. He glanced at everyone and said with a smile: "Everyone, I have lived a long time in vain. I can die with you today in vain. If we are lucky enough to survive under the iron heel, I have three souls and seven souls, and I will apologize to you all on the way to hell!"

Until this moment, Qianju still maintained that atmosphere, which made everyone change their colors.

But not everyone can have this awareness. The few old people behind them didn't care about this and openly scolded them. They just dug up the graves of the eighteenth generation of the Senju family and crushed the bones and scattered the ashes.

"kill!!!"

As they spoke, the iron hoof was already close at hand. Qian Shu and the others raised their heads and could see the eyes of the skeleton horse under the crotch of this Yin soldier flashing with a strange light, shining like two sapphires.

Just when the big sword slashed down.

"Boom!!"

The sound of a gong was heard, and the sword that left an afterimage in mid-air magically froze in mid-air.

I saw two shadows, one black and one white, coming slowly out of the void. In front of the two shadows, there was a kid carrying a small white flag.

There were words written on both sides of the flag, one side said Yin Shen is on the road, and the other side said strangers should avoid it.

The little ghost jumped forward, beating the gong in his hand as he walked.

It turned out that the sound of gongs and drums was just the sound of the little guy leading the way, and it was far from the sound of the two people behind them taking action.

Everyone stared with wide eyes, only to find that their eyesight could not clearly see the facial features of the two people.

"Could it be...nothing..." Someone thought of something, and his head was buzzing and he subconsciously wanted to shout out. Fortunately, the person next to him was relatively sober and covered the guy's mouth.

He corrected in a low voice: "Don't shout, that's...the seventh master and the eighth master!"