The wind is raging, and there are many ghosts.
The rich yin energy enveloped the city defense, greatly disturbing the spiritual consciousness of the defending monks, and their vision was severely restricted, and they were only limited to three feet in front of them.
Big-headed ghosts, small-headed ghosts, hanging ghosts, soul-hooking geckos, etc. all soar with the wind, or climb the city wall, constantly attacking the wall.
"Hold on, hold on to me!"
"Dad!!"
"Give me death——."
"Don't rush too forward!"
"Formation, formation!"
Shouts, commands, screams, and roars of grief and indignation are intertwined into a hymn for the creatures of the human world to defend their homeland.
The infinity, cruelty, and numbness of the ghost tide, as well as the courage, tragedy, sacrifice, etc. of the creatures, the two invisible forces, with the help of the creatures and the ghost body, are constantly competing, and life and death are entangled.
As the commander of the city guard, Tie Guzheng coordinated the defense line of the whole city.
The battle situation of each section of the defense line came one after another, making his face look like iron.
This time the ghost tide was comparable to the last stage in the past, and the scale had reached a historical record, if it weren't for the heavy reward offered by the White Paper City Lord before to recruit the combatable warriors in almost all the villages and towns around the Immortal City, the White Paper Immortal City would have been unable to hold it long ago.
"Even so, our battle losses are rising sharply————
"What's worse is that there is also a well-trained and disciplined army of yin soldiers, who are watching the periphery of the battlefield!"
"And what about us?"
Even Tie Guzheng himself and the City Guard Army were not real cultivation troops.
The only thing that can be barely counted is that there is only one in the city, and that is the Qingjiao Army.
In this comparison, what the defenders can really rely on is actually still a blank paper fairy city!
Bang, bang, bang.—
The earth trembled, and deep in the thick yin tide, a black shadow that was thicker than the night, as huge as a hill, gradually approached.
It crashed through the curtain-like wind, trampled on the low-level ghost mist that could not be avoided, and rushed to the city gate with its heavy and burly body.
"Dead Bone Djinn!" Tie Guzheng stood up suddenly, his whole body on guard.
The alarm bell rang suddenly in the White Paper Immortal City!
Countless black and dark gray skeletons intertwined and spliced together to form a giant monster.
Each bone is quite thick, thick, and vicissitudes, and has been eroded by yin energy and time.
With every step it takes, the earth is like a heavy hammer, and the muffled sound is like thunder.
Its steps were quite huge, and although it moved slowly, it was only a dozen steps before it stood in front of the city wall.
The tall city wall was not as good as its neck.
The monks standing on the wall happened to be at the level of its muzzle and nose.
Rumble!
The dead bone giant raised his palm and slapped it directly on the city wall.
The wall, which had been motionless, shook violently, and then made a sound, like the sound of paper being torn.
Along with these sounds, cracks appeared on the wall, spreading rapidly.
Boom, boom.
The dead bone giant spirit slapped two palms in a row.
The violent shock spread along the city wall and spread around, causing the defenders to gain an unsteady foothold and shake violently.
The surrounding ghosts suffered even more, and in the contest between the dead bone giant spirit and the white paper immortal city wall, almost all of them were scattered.
We must not let it continue to wreak havoc like this.
With determination, Tie Guzheng personally dispatched him, wielding an iron fan more than one person high, and rushed to the face of the dead bone giant.
The two directly start fighting.
Although the dead bone giant spirit was only at the level of Jindan level, in the ghost tide, it showed the combat power of the primordial infant level.
The iron bone is only a golden elixir, but as the commander of the city guard, he can use the power of the White Paper Immortal City in every move, so he also has the power to fight.
The two sides fought for nearly ten rounds, and there was no winner.
"We're here!"
"Follow me to !!"
The Qingjiao army appeared, and Qingchi was still at the forefront.
This army was like a whirlwind, sweeping almost all the walls, and wherever they went, the ghosts were killed so much that they turned over and suffered heavy losses.
Qingchi once again became the object of everyone's attention and was in the limelight.
The more she fights, the more intense she becomes, and the service that has been promoted from the military is right on her, allowing her to sense the entire situation of the Qingjiao Army at all times.
"Paper armor technique and yin crossing technique are really practical."
"Xiao Ma is still amazing, and he immediately chose the most suitable direction for us."
"The aphrodisiac hospital is already dead in name only, when will he come back and fight side by side with me?"
In addition to fighting, Qing Chi's thoughts were like electricity, and he also missed Jiao Ma (Ning Zhuo).
The Yin Army forward general who was watching the battle from a distance couldn't sit still.
The rich yin tide couldn't stop his gaze.
He had insight into the entire battlefield: the iron bone was resisted by the dead bone giant spirit, the green flame swept the surroundings, and the white paper immortal city gained a firm foothold again with the efforts of the two of them and the army.
The strongest part of the ghost tide is here!
Next, the Ghost Tide's offensive will get weaker and weaker.
"Flying spear ghost general." The striker general raised land and spoke.
Immediately, from the ranks under his left hand, a ghost general walked out.
The ghost will bow his hands: "The last will be!"
The striker general stretched out his hand, picked out three military tokens from the pen holder on the table, and threw them to the flying spear ghost general.
He ordered: "I will give you three military strength, and you will do your best to fight to kill the iron bone, and Qing Chi is also fine."
"The last general obeys the order."
The flying spear ghost general stretched out his hand, held the three military tokens in his hand, and immediately left the general's camp and came to the high platform in the square outside.
He held his head high and stared for a moment, then took out a spear magic weapon and shot in the wind!
Shout.
The spear was sharp and unstoppable, easily breaking through the violent wind, and in a few blinks, it shot into the top of Tie Guzheng's head.
Tie Guzheng stared angrily, trying his best to raise the iron fan in his hand.
Tinkle!
Mars and golden light shot together, and the piercing metal clash made the surrounding monks frown.
The fan bone of the iron fan was pierced by the spear, and the iron bone was rolled backwards, rolling three times in a row, and then he stood up in shock and saved a life in a thrilling way.
The flying spear ghost general saw that the iron bone was already prepared, sighed in pity, and took out another magic weapon spear.
He infused the power of the golden elixir, and at the same time consumed the second military token, and with the blessing of the military power, he threw it with all his might again.
This time, the spear was no longer aimed at the iron bone, but at the blue bone.
Tie Guzheng felt very bad, and said secretly: "Oh no, this flying spear is powerful and heavy, but it is insidious and sinister,
Only when it in front of me does it make me notice."
"If there is a second one, how can others protect it?"
Thinking of this, Tie Guzheng immediately ordered: "Hurry up, let the Qingjiao army withdraw from the wall!"
But where is it too late.
The second flying gun had already crossed several miles of land, and was about to climb the wall and shoot through Qing Chi's head.
Qing Chi was unaware and was fighting fiercely!
Just as her life was hanging by a thread, a gray and white bone stick appeared out of thin air and hit the side of the flying gun.
The flying gun was hit in the wrong direction, and when it hit the city wall, it was already quite far off, and it directly broke through the air, flew over the White Paper Immortal City, and disappeared into the sky.
And the collision between sticks and guns, because it was too ferocious, directly exploded the surrounding yin energy, huge movement,
It made many monks nearby look sideways.
Qing Chi was still killing.
Qing Yan, who had been protecting her, raised his eyes nervously.
The flying spear ghost contracted his pupils, immediately used up the last military token, and instilled it into the third flying gun.
He threw faster than the previous two times.
This time, the goal is still aimed at Qingchi!
However, before the third shot had even jumped a mile away, it disappeared inexplicably in mid-air.
It's like I've never had it before!
The flying spear ghost will show an unbelievable look of shock.
Without killing the enemy with three shots, he had to bite the bullet and go back to the camp to report.
The atmosphere in the tent is very different from before.
The striker general did not blame the flying spear ghost general, and his expression was cold: "The white paper fairy city has come to help, and this time I will forgive you for your innocence."
He sent the flying spear ghost to let him re-enter the line, very perfunctory, but his main attention was focused on the mysterious disappearance of the third flying gun.
Forget about the bone sticks that appeared, what made the striker general very concerned was the reason for the disappearance of the third flying gun.
Because things happened too quickly, the striker general didn't see any clues.
The dead bone giant opened its mouth wide and burst out with a wave of dead air.
The iron bone Zheng unfolded the iron fan, fanning out a steel wind.
After the two collided, the dead air wave was weakened by 80%, and it still rushed over the wall.
Tie Guzheng was hit by a dead wave, flew backwards more than ten steps, and crashed into the gatehouse of the city wall.
The dead bone giant spirit was no longer entangled, and suddenly bowed his head and hit the city wall with his shoulder.
The white paper city wall could not support it, like a stack of thick paper that was severely twisted, directly protruding into the city.
Such a scene made all the cultivators who saw it terrified.
The Bone Djinn pulled back to make a second impact.
"No!" The monks sensed the crisis, and many people took frantic shots, but they hit the dead bone giant spirits, causing low damage and no results.
At the critical moment, a calligraphy appeared out of thin air, floating above the dead bone giant, fully unfolded, revealing a large town character inside.
The town character broke away from the calligraphy and flew directly to the middle of the dead bone giant spirit's forehead, deeply imprinted on it.
The Dead Bone Djinn's aura, combat power, and speed plummeted, like a giant carrying a high mountain on its shoulders, threatening to plummet.
Then, the bone stick that had just appeared flew behind the dead bone djinn.
The bone rod suddenly grew larger, and in the blink of an eye, it was taller than the city wall and thicker than the top beam and pillar.
Bang bang bang.
The bone stick hit the back of the dead bone djinn, and each blow broke a large number of dead bones. The third blow directly smashed its spine, causing the dead bone giant to fold directly in half and paralyze it on the spot.
Seeing this scene, Tie Guzheng and others were overjoyed, knowing that strong reinforcements had come.
The next moment, the bone rod shrank and fell into the hands of a gray-robed monk.
He wore a white bone mask, his eye sockets were sunken, he had no pupils, only two points of dark blue ghost fire, and he was a bone tomb Taoist of the Soul Devouring Sect.
Near the blank handwriting, a monk was revealed.
His face was clear, he had three long beards, his eyes were like electricity, and he was filled with a clear breath of books. It is the Confucian scholar Zhou Wenyan of the whole book.
The last one appeared directly beside Qing Chi.
He was dressed in a black blue Taoist robe, his posture was as tall as a pine, with his hands on his back, standing proudly on the city wall.
"Mei, how dare you invade my fairy city!"
His face was like a crown of jade, a vertical mark on his forehead was tightly closed, and his eyes were filled with undisguised contempt and anger.
Superior talents are all at a glance!
At the next moment, the vertical mark between his eyebrows suddenly cracked, revealing a vertical pupil.
The pupils of the eyes bloomed with white light, pure, tough, and magnificent.
Where the white gaze shines, everything is erased and disappears in place. Any ghost is difficult to suffer bad luck, the difference is only that the one with a high cultivation level can withstand a few breaths of time before disappearing out of thin air!
The three-eyed monk's forehead was swept, and all the ghosts in this section of the city wall disappeared.
He turned his head and scanned again, and on the city wall defense line on the left, all the ghosts and the cold wind disappeared.
"Vientiane Sect and Evil Hall Yang Sanyan are here." The young monk spoke in a cold voice, full of pride.
All the monks on the city wall cast their eyes, surprised, shaken, and worshipped. Suddenly, morale soared!
Qing Chi also stared at Yang San's eyes close to the ruler, his eyes curious.
In the distance, the vanguard general of the Yin Army thought for a moment, sighed, and ordered: "Withdraw the troops."
These three monks were amazingly strong, and each of them had a golden elixir level. And Yang Sanyan was even more exaggerated, and the combat power he showed was directly like a primordial infant!
Yang Sanyan's vertical pupils closed tightly, he turned slightly sideways, stretched out his right hand, and grabbed Qingchi directly without saying a word.
Qing Chi's hair suddenly rose, and he subconsciously exploded, trying to distance himself.
But the next moment, she was locked on her shoulders by Yang Sanyan's hand.
"Little girl of the ghost clan, don't run around!"
Qing Yan was shocked and quickly knelt down on one knee, indicating that he was his own.
Yang Sanyan snorted coldly: "If it weren't for this, you would have lost your lives. My brother mentioned you in the letter, and there is another one named Jiao Ma."
"He told me that he had taken refuge in Jiao Ma."
"Now he is dead!"
"How did Jiao Ma protect my brother? You have a close relationship with him, you go and call him over, he must bear the heavy responsibility for my brother's death!"
Qing Chi struggled, but was completely suppressed by Yang Sanyan in the blink of an eye.
Qing Chi's eyes widened, showing disbelief, all because she was blessing the military at the moment, and she couldn't resist facing Yang Sanyan at all!
Qing Fan couldn't do it, so he could only grit his teeth: "Please wait a moment, my lord, I will invite Young Master Jiao Ma over."
"Hurry up and let him come to see me." Yang Sanyan left with Qingchi.
He was tall and petite, and he was carried by him like a kitten.
Yang Sanyan came to the city gate tower, directly drove away the monks sitting in the town, and sat on the main seat with a golden knife.
Casually threw Qing Chi at his feet.
He stopped taking action, while Zhou Wenyan of the Whole Book Building and the Bone Tomb Daoist of the Soul Eater Sect continued to take action, quickly sweeping away the remaining ghosts.
Seeing that the war situation had calmed down, Tie Guzheng thanked Zhou Wenyan and the Bone Tomb Taoist, and came to Yang Sanyan to meet again.
"Incompetent people, dress up the city defense, don't interfere with me." Yang Sanyan did not meet him.
The only person he wanted to see most at the moment was Jiao Ma.
Soon, under the leadership of Qing Zhuo, Ning Zhuo came to the city gate tower.
Qing Yan did not forget to transmit his consciousness, and Haosheng reminded: "Jiao Ma, pay attention to your attitude. Yang Sanyan came from the Vientiane Sect, and his strength and status were extraordinary. More importantly, Qingchi is still in his hands."
"Hmph, you are Jiao Ma? Give me ————" Yang Sanyan snorted coldly, but he didn't finish speaking yet.
Rumble!
At the next moment, Ning Zhuo pushed his palms and directly lifted the city gate tower.