Nine Heavens

Chapter 1015 Black Hole Frisbee

"Ha ha!"

"The two of you are the wild ghosts mentioned by the soldiers in the Prince's Camp Chase Cavalry Regiment? Oh! No, the two of you have already surpassed the ranks of the five humble souls in the world. They should be called fairy souls! It must be the brothers who don't Sensible, I have offended the two of you! Just now it was all a misunderstanding, the two immortal souls don't get angry, this matter is over like this.

Now the fortifications of the Northeast Xinjiang People's City are very important, and the ghost and slave soldiers in the left and right borders are already in place at this moment, and we can't delay, brothers and sisters, let's go! "

After the black light in Xuanyangpeng's ghost palm fluctuated for a while, he glanced at the bone spirit rings under Liu Qianlang and Song Zhen's feet, and finally didn't do anything, but laughed loudly and said the above words.

Then there were tens of millions of ghost slave military workers, escorted by thousands of soul-twitching ghosts, and walked further away from the bone tide sea. The entire team, all the ghosts are divided into three teams vertically from the beginning to the end, and one team is arranged in the left, middle and right of the ghost slave military team. A soul-drawing ghost can easily take care of more than ten thousand ghost slave soldiers.

Such an escort layout arrangement is of course for the convenience of beating these ghost slave soldiers at any time.

Every time he went to the construction site, Xuan Yangpeng personally adjourned him. If there was someone who was lazy behind him, with a swipe of Xuanyang Peng's ghostly palm, a large number of them would die.

However, Liu Qianlang and Song Zhen's quarrel today completely changed the previous scene of whipping whips flying all over the sky. Under the feet of all the ghost slaves, there was a skeleton soul that weighed at least a thousand pounds, and some of them reached tens of thousands of pounds. They can't go fast, they walk like turtles. Normally, he would be mercilessly whipped for this, but not this time.

Not only are all the soul-drawing ghosts just flying in the air, shaking their soul-drawing whips and yelling, even Xuan Yangpeng is just silently holding the black commander-in-chief flag, walking with a gloomy face, even though he looks at the snail-like movement. The team was full of anger, but they never dared to make a move.

Xuan Yangpeng squinted his eyes, staring at Liu Qianlang and Song Zhen in the middle of the team all the time, thinking about something in his heart. Of course, he also knew that these two weird monks in the world, their human consciousness was also wandering around him.

How did they manage to kill their fellow ghosts? Could it be that they discovered the mysterious existence of the soul of life and the heart of life of the ghosts? No! This is the secret of life and death that only the people of the ghost clan know. They would never think of it, let alone know that any member of the ghost clan would not say it even if they died.

Xuan Yangpeng has been thinking about this problem, but he still can't figure it out. At the same time, he is thinking about how to deal with these two difficult ghost slaves.

Liu Qianlang was moving, his mind was running fast, and he knew very well that he and Song Zhen killed hundreds of ghosts at the same time. What about Song Zhen? At this moment, for safety, the best way is to run.

However, if he ran away, it would mean that he and Song Zhen were completely exposed in the eyes of the ghosts, and then the two would become the targets of the entire Southwest Bingjiang Third Route Army, and the Blood Chifeng in his hand was gone. There are so many Yang soldiers, how can they kill them all, and the final situation must be extremely embarrassing.

Besides, so many ghost slaves in front of them have been implicated in the actions of themselves and Song Zhen, if they just escaped, how would they survive. Simply, don't do it, don't stop

After thinking about it, Liu Qianlang finally made up her mind not to leave, and formed a sinister plan in her heart.

Tens of millions of ghost slave soldiers moved very slowly, and every step was extremely difficult, because the bone spirit circle under their feet was too heavy, and their bodies were constantly consuming their soul power due to fatigue. This is the case every day, some have survived for as long as ten thousand years, but most of them can't survive for hundreds of years, the soul power is exhausted, and then the soul completely drifts away, and can no longer be condensed.

Today they feel infinite hatred and comfort in their hearts. The two new fellow sufferers, who did not know which world they came from, and did not know what kind of magic they used, actually killed hundreds of soul-drawing ghosts. This has never happened before. Of these hundreds of soul-drawing ghosts, each of the whips of the soul-drawing whip killed countless innocent souls. Now that they're dead too, it's a relief.

It feels so good to walk without being whipped by the soul whip. Tens of millions of ghost slave soldiers feel that not being whipped is the greatest enjoyment of life in the Nether Hell, and smiles appear on their faces.

The smiles on the faces of the five human souls, in the eyes of countless evil spirits in the Nether Hell, this is the most terrifying thing, because it means that what they are most worried about is beginning to happen.

Tens of millions of ghost slave soldiers raised their heads for the first time, smiling together, and moving slowly.

"Children, you should run away! We monks in the world can't beat them!"

A skinny old man with messy white hair was walking between Liu Qianlang and Song Zhen, and he also had a comforting smile on his face, looking very contented. But he tried to comfort the two through sound transmission.

"No! We won't leave, Master Huanmeng!" Liu Qianlang said with moist eyes.

"Master!?"

Hearing the third elder brother Liu Qianlang calling the skinny old man by his side Master Huanmeng, Song Zhen felt a throbbing in his heart, and when he sensed it, he immediately confirmed that this poor old man was his teacher whom he yearned for. I always thought that my mentor had completed his practice in the high fairyland of Xuanlingmen. Unexpectedly, the teacher turned out to be

"Master!"

Song Zhen hugged his teacher on one side and was about to kneel down, his eyes suddenly burst into tears, looking at his teacher with mixed feelings, his heart was pierced like a knife.

"Zhen'er! Get up quickly, don't let them find out that we know each other, or the situation you will face will be even worse! They are most afraid that the ghost slaves will know and communicate with each other. So every night, each ghost slave only needs to build a big room that lives alone. Bone tents, and every other year, all the ghost slaves in the Southwest Bingjiang will be exchanged with each other in large numbers, just in case the ghost slaves have evil intentions!"

As soon as Song Zhen bent his body, he was immediately stopped by you, Master Huanmeng, and then explained the reason. Hearing this, Song Zhen quickly wiped away his tears and pretended nothing happened. Then the three of them continued to talk through sound transmission.

"Uncle Fanmeng, how did I find out that all the ghost slave soldiers are human monks and warriors? How come there are no ordinary people in Yangjian?"

Liu Qianlang has observed these ghost slave military workers for a long time. It was also because of such careful observation that he discovered that this skinny old man belonged to Daoist Huanmeng, because there were traces of the Huanchenzhu essence of the peak master Huanchenzhu that is unique to the disciples of the Xuanlingmen on his waist.

After being shocked, Liu Qianlang looked at the complicated eyes of Master Huanmeng, and finally confirmed his discovery. Originally, Master Huanmeng didn't intend to recognize his lover and nephew, because he was so downcast and didn't want to make the two children sad, but he was recognized by Liu Qianlang, so he had to admit it.

"What Nephew Qianlang said is right, those who can come here are all monks in the world, and there are not even warriors, even if there are a few who come here, they are about to enter the Tao with martial arts.

In this nether world, souls are classified into ten categories from high to low: immortal, unrivaled, beautiful, excellent, top, high, middle, good, mediocre, and poor.

From top grade to high grade is their food, immortal soul refers to the soul of us monks, it is the most powerful among all the souls in the world, but for some reason they don’t make food, instead they get us to do coolies in Bingjiang !

Those inferior souls are the souls of ordinary people in the world. They were all exiled to the Wandering Ghost Realm in the Snowy Ice Field of Hundred Thousand Ice Fields. Only when a few became powerful later and became what they called wild and strange ghosts, could they be able to get all kinds of ghost slaves in the inner border.

For those who disobey, they will issue the Absolute Sun Order throughout the wild ghost land, and after being caught, they will be sent to the two major prisons of the Nether Hell, the Poison Abyss Realm and the Absolute Sun Lost Realm, where they will suffer various unknown tortures. These two prisons are the 18 levels of hell that are rumored in the world, and the details are unknown. "

Song Zhen was very puzzled after listening to his teacher's words. Just after crying, it rained and the sky cleared. He said with a smile: "This is also strange. Let us do coolies, but those who eat are lower." the souls of those monks, haha! If they weren’t afraid of the souls of us monks?”

"Well! What Zhener said seems to make sense. I have been here for more than ten years, and I have been observing and pondering carefully. They kept beating the ghost slaves with the whip, which seems to be the superficial reason for urging the ghost slaves to do things. In addition, there are other reasons. The deeper reason is just that I can't figure it out. They are afraid that we will be strong, and the more our soul power dissipates, the happier they will be."

Master Huanmeng didn't deny Song Zhen's joke, but thought it made sense.

Liu Qianlang silently thought about the conversation between Daoist Huanmeng and Song Zhen, thinking while walking.

An hour later, a very huge disc-shaped black giant disk suddenly appeared in front of the entire ghost slave engineering team. It was as black as ink, darker than Xuanyang Peng, and it looked very strange.

"What is that, Master?"

Song Zhen saw the huge black disk, but he didn't know what it was, and asked.

"It's a black hole flying disk, which is equivalent to some teleportation circles in our fairy world. It's a means of transportation. We walked in after a while, and after a short flight, we arrived at the construction site of the city."

All the ghost slaves were already familiar with this huge black hole flying disk, so they didn't feel anything strange at all. They just walked towards it habitually, and the team in front of them had already started to walk towards it.

Liu Qianlang looked at the huge black hole flying disk, like a demon lying in the dark and nether world, opening an incomparably huge mouth to swallow the light, ferocious and cruel.

Tens of millions of ghost slaves keep disappearing in front of the huge darkness. As many ghost slaves go in, as many companions will disappear from the sight of the ghost slaves behind. There is no entrance to the black hole flying disk, but all the ghost slaves just walked into it one by one. internal.

Although I have been on it countless times, I never know where I got in and what door I got out of. Anyway, walk into its darkness, and you're inside.

Liu Qianlang and Song Zhen also felt the same way, and somehow entered the black hole flying disk.

However, the black hole flying disk is not dark, it is as bright as day, and the space is huge. Liu Qianlang visually inspected it, and it is about 3,000 feet in radius. The black hole flying disk is obviously black, but when viewed from the inside, everything is extremely clear. The originally dark sky outside has turned into daytime, and the black sun in the sky has also become a red sun on earth.

The height of the black hole flying disk is also extremely high, about a thousand feet in height. Looking outside, it feels like seeing all the small mountains at a glance.

Standing inside, you can clearly see the ghost army camp of the prince of Mingdu, Marshal of Zhongjiang, and the vast bone tide sea in the distance. This black hole flying disk is disk-shaped, and the bone tide sea looks more like it from a distance, and their shapes are very similar.

However, Liu Qianlang and Song Zhen have another feeling, that is, they are also very similar to Chaos Luoxiang Wuji Disk.

This time, Xuan Yangpeng didn't ride his tall horse to send all the ghost slave workers and soul-drawing ghosts to the black hole flying disk, then turned his horse's head impatiently, and disappeared in a puff of smoke. Instead, he rode steadily on the ghost horse and stood proudly in front of the ghost slave soldiers.

The black hole flying disk suddenly shook and took off with a whistling sound. Everything in the bright world outside instantly became a thing of the past. Then everyone saw that the black hole flying disk, which was as bright as day, flew into an infinitely dark space world.