Ning Zhuo was puzzled and noticed that the Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin had an implication, but he couldn't figure it out.
He couldn't figure it out, so he immediately asked with his consciousness.
Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin said: "The secrets of heaven cannot be leaked. Although the way of qi and number is mysterious and extraordinary, if it is abused too much, it will be punished by the earth and the earth."
"Especially some things, if you know in advance, it will inevitably trigger a move from heaven and earth, causing drastic changes in the future, deviating from the results you calculated, or even the opposite."
"I've already mentioned you too much, Xiao Zhuo."
Ning Zhuo hurriedly said: "Mother, you know more than me, I don't ask, you have to take care of yourself!"
Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin turned around and walked to the paper man army.
This is the seventh army, and it is precisely because of its incompleteness that it has the opportunity to take advantage of it and was used by Meng Yaoyin during his lifetime.
The paper man stood quietly in place and went through a long time.
The cinnabar seemed to have congealed into blood spots on the thin armor, and the smell of old incense ash oozed from the gaps in the splicing.
The infantryman's spear was as dense as a forest, and the crossbowman's arrow cluster hung with condensed dewdrops.
Thirty-six divine chariots stand still like coffins, and the three-headed and six-armed paper god holds cloud gongs and wind flags, but they look like clay sculptures and wood carvings. Only the nine-foot and nine-foot plain silk banner rolled up in the cold wind from time to time.
Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin also stood still, brewing momentum.
After more than ten breaths, her lips parted and she whispered a formula.
Mouthprint.
At the same time, her fingers flew like butterflies.
Finger mark.
Her spirit and mana were instilled into the array, officially opening the arrangement of her lifetime.
A shimmer of light emitted from the vast ground.
The shimmering light quickly grew and became dazzling, injecting into various paper figures.
This process lasted for twenty breaths, and the paper people swelled, as if lighting lights from the inside, and one by one they became paper lanterns in human form.
Finally, the soul-attracting banner at the top of the big win shook suddenly, and the tail of the seven-fold banner danced like a mad snake.
Wow......
The uproar of paper money flying filled everyone's eardrums.
The paper people's eyes were lit up and they had a look. Countless talismans appeared all over their bodies, as bright as a soldering iron!
It was like heaven was using a paintbrush, and colors were rendered on the paper people's bodies until they were perfect.
The bull cavalrymen stared ahead, the mounts exhaled, and the ox hooves began to dig the ground.
The flying paper armor quickly thickened and turned into a heavy iron armor.
The spears and shields were solidified one after another, and the same was true for bows and crossbows.
The three paper gods entrenched in the yoke of the car were an exception, without any change.
The general of the Chinese army slowly opened his eyes, his armor was colorful, exuding bright colors, and was the most gorgeous.
Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin slowly ascended, then fell onto the chariot and stood beside the general of the Chinese army.
She waved to Sun Lingtong.
"Come on, come on." Sun Lingtong hurriedly led the bull cavalry squad and merged into the army.
The next moment, this army of paper men opened with a bang!
Altar Battlefield.
The water of Wangchuan has a monstrous momentum, surrounding and lifting the entire altar, flowing endlessly.
Lord Wangchuan hid in the river and did not show his face.
And high in the sky, the Ghost Fire Mansion Lord sat cross-legged on the scorched bone lotus platform, overlooking the river. Next to him, in the lotus seed cave of the lotus platform, there were nine candles inserted. Each candle has a thick adult forearm.
Only the candle in front of the Ghost Fire Lord was burning.
"The soul-seducing candle is indeed well-deserved." Lord Wangchuan was healing while admiring in his heart.
To inherit the position of the lord of the ghost fire underworld, he must walk through the flames and silence land and guard the fire purgatory for eighty-one days.
This is extremely difficult.
Therefore, for a long time, the previous lord of the ghost fire underworld passed away, but there was no qualified successor, resulting in the position of the lord vacant and the strength of the underworld declining.
Often at this time, it is a great opportunity for the Wangchuan underworld to take the initiative to attack.
And once a prince succeeds to the throne, those who can meet the conditions for succession must be very powerful in themselves.
Therefore, almost every lord can bring prosperity and prosperity to the ghost fire underworld. The ghost fire underworld with the lord is often very strong.
The same is true for this generation of Ghost Fire Lords.
He was the teacher of Chiming Taoist Academy during his lifetime, specializing in the fire practice method. After death, he became a ghost cultivator and continued his path during his lifetime.
It is worth mentioning that Chiming Daoyuan is a super force, specializing in methods related to fire practice, collecting fire from all over the world. Yin Jiuzhu held an important position in the Chiming Dao Academy during his lifetime, and was able to become the king of a mansion after his death, also because of his accumulation during his lifetime, which made him very good at dealing with fire.
Although in the underworld, fire is not as prosperous as in the yang world.
But Yin Jiuzhu found another way, consuming the accumulation of a mansion and using all his strength to search, allowing him to accumulate and create nine different kinds of strange fires.
The development of the strange fire has not yet reached the level of fire, so it can only be stored with fuel.
And this fuel was constantly adjusted, refined, and upgraded, and finally it was the nine candles surrounding him.
This is the culmination of his life's practice, and Yin Jiuzhu can't help but be satisfied.
Therefore, he abandoned his name and used this name that was close to his nickname.
Seductive candle!
Once this candle is lit, it can ignite a strange fire, causing the souls of the surrounding creatures to be forcibly seduced and burned in the candle flame as fuel.
Under the full urging of Yin Jiuzhu, even the soul of Lord Wangchuan swayed in his body.
Of course, there is also a part of the reason for this, which is that the previous two battles of Wangchuan Prefecture were consumed a lot.
Lord Wangchuan was like this, and his subordinates outside the altar suffered even more, losing half of them before, and now only one Yuan Ying is dead, less than ten thousand forbidden soldiers.
Especially the Forbidden Army, after Lord Wangchuan took over, he continued to eliminate and cultivate, gradually exchanging it for an elite who was only loyal to him, which was the accumulation of hundreds of years of painstaking management!
Such losses are quite heavy.
Therefore, Lord Wangchuan urged a small tributary of Wangchuan, not only to surround the altar, but also to encircle the power of the soul-inducing candle, and take the initiative to assume most of the power to protect the subordinates outside the whirlwind of the altar.
Yin Jiu Zhu sat in the middle of the scorched bone lotus platform, looking down, secretly fearful, and unwilling to take the initiative to enter the river.
Wangchuan, this is not a river that anyone can set foot on at will.
The vast majority of living beings will lose their memories and emotions because they are immersed in the River of Forgetfulness, and in severe cases, even their souls will sink.
That is, the contemporary Wangchuan Governor, relying on his unique talent, can be involved in the long river of Wangchuan for a long time and frequently, and can use it to such an extent.
Seeing this scene, the Ghost Fire Lord's heart became even more determined.
"We must stop this action of Lord Wangchuan!"
"He already has such talent, if he is allowed to succeed again, then he will be terrible."
Although until now, Lord Ghost Fire still didn't know what Lord Wangchuan's ultimate purpose was, but this did not prevent him from blocking it with all his might.
All because after Lord Wangchuan made such a big move, Lord Ghost Fire noticed something was wrong, and visited a capable man who was proficient in divination and divination.
The results of the calculation made the Ghost Fire Lord feel terrified——— after the success of the Wangchuan Lord, he lurked for several years, and his strength soared unreasonably. In the end, he used his personal combat power to drive the entire Wangchuan underworld, go to the surrounding area, and annex many forces such as the Ghost Fire Underworld.
Not only that, but he also extended his tentacles to the yang world, captured the white paper immortal city, affected the entire yin tide black and wet swamp, and established a ghost country covering both yin and yang!
A cold light flashed in the eyes of the Ghost Fire Lord, and he urged his mana to light the second candle.
The Han Yuan Ice Coffin Candle suddenly lit up!
It is not a traditional candle shape, but a palm-sized miniature ice coffin shape, crystal clear and cold. There is a small hole in the center of the coffin lid with a built-in ice crystal wick.
A strange fire ignited at the wick.
This strange fire was only the size of a soybean, icy blue, burning quietly, as if it were crystal without the shaking and swaying of an ordinary flame.
The ice blue candlelight shone through, shining on the flowing barrier surrounded by the tributaries of Wangchuan.
The ice spreads like a plague!
The waves, which had been churning like angry dragons a second ago, instantly solidified into static ice sculptures, maintaining a ferocious posture of angry waves hitting the shore.
Wherever the ice passed, even the space let out an overwhelming groan, condensing fine blue frost patterns out of thin air.
Lord Wangchuan was hiding in the tributaries of Wangchuan, and suddenly felt a strange cold, extremely biting, wrapped in it from all directions.
Lord Wangchuan suddenly fell into a dilemma.
"If I want to go out, I will definitely be illuminated by the soul-seducing candle, and my soul will be sucked out of my body."
"If I stay here, I am afraid I will become a fixed prisoner in the Wangchuan Glacier."
Lord Wangchuan's thoughts were like lightning, and he immediately thought of a solution.
At the next moment, a figure broke through the sky and directly killed the Ghost Fire Lord in mid-air.
The Ghost Fire Lord took a closer look and saw that the enemy was a giant.
He was three feet tall, his whole body was dark, and the rough knotted muscle texture was like a dry and cracked riverbed.
Above the giant's head, there were countless small black holes emitting black smoke.
Lord Wangchuan is distracted - the earth is turbid and filthy god!
He breathes with yin energy, turbid air from the ground as blood, and ancient iron as his bones, his defense is like a mountain, and his body is powerful!
The main body of the Lord of Wangchuan is the water yin technique, but the clone he has worked so hard to train is closely related to the earth line.
No matter what he thought about it, as soon as the turbid god was released, the deadlock was immediately broken.
Its giant steel fist made a wind-breaking sound, smashing the glacier fiercely, crushing the glacier and making it flow again, still a branch of the Wangchuan River.
The fist wind swept across the battlefield, and the frozen space also collapsed one after another, and countless dark blue frost patterns were shattered, completely violently destroying them clean.
The turbid god was unforgiving and killed Yin Jiuzhu.
Yin Jiuzhu was offended, snorted coldly, and brazenly urged the third candle.
The heart-digging blood candle is lit faintly.
The surface of the candle body was uneven, constantly expanding and contracting slightly, as if a heart was beating.
And its wick is a slender black bone squile that seems to be still oozing blood.
When lit at this time, the candle flame is also dark red and burns silently.
Where the strange fire burns, all living beings will have severe heart pain and continue to lose their hearts.
Although the divine body of the Earth Demon Turbid God was not a flesh and blood, it was still tricked.
The extremely compressed earth lung turbidity in his body, viscous as mercury, flashing with earth walking spiritual light, was drawn out from the whole body of the earth evil turbid god at this moment, and quickly dyed his whole body red.
"Uh...... Roar!" The turbid god let out a painful roar, his expression was distorted, and his forward momentum came to an abrupt end, and his huge body staggered half-kneeling on the way.
Lord Wangchuan's heart was shocked: "It seems that this candle of the Ghost Fire Lord has transcended the old concept of blood, and any part that has analog blood will be tricked and will continue to be lost."
Of course, what caused the Turbid God to suffer so much was not only the heart-digging blood candle, but also the candlelight of the previous soul-inducing candle and the cold abyss ice coffin candle!
So much so that he was distracted and suffered a huge blow under the three candles.
Lord Wangchuan must take action to save himself from distraction.
He took a deep breath and used his mouthprint: "The earth's lungs breathe, the turbid waves are overwhelming! Qi!"
He spread his arms, his whole body was wild, even if the specific position of the main body was exposed, he did not hesitate to do so, just to urge with all his might, every second counted.
The next moment, the rumbling sound stirred the heavens and the earth, resounding through the battlefield.
The magic circle roared, raising hundreds of columns of air and soaring into the sky.
Each of these air columns was as thick as a giant python, as viscous as oil, and filled with a filthy and foul smell.
It is the depths of the underworld that have deposited the turbid qi of the earth's lungs for infinite years.
The turbid qi of the earth lungs can pollute the magic weapon, calling the spirit dusty, but for the earth evil turbid god of Wangchuan Mansion, it is a natural treasure and a peerless elixir that is most suitable for him.
A pillar of turbid air rushed like a python and poured into the body of the Earth Demon Turbid God, immediately causing the latter to recover at full speed.
The next moment, the Earth Demon Turbid God stood up straight with his head held high, becoming even more fierce than before!
Not only that, these turbid gas columns were also intertwined with each other, forming a thick, heavy, tumbling and boiling turbid gas sky curtain on this battlefield!
Being in it, Yin Jiuzhu immediately felt that it was difficult to breathe smoothly, and the invisible pressure was wrapped in all directions, he seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and any movement was more difficult than before. Even the mobilization of mana is the same.
He didn't dare to be careless and responded immediately.
On the one hand, he urged the crows and ghosts to observe the battlefield; On the other hand, he induced ghost magic and still hit the earth evil and filthy god.
A huge bone hand flew out, extremely fast, and directly grabbed the arm of the turbid god.
The bone hand instantly spontaneously ignited, and the raging phosphorus fire was pale and green, burning so that the turbid god roared again.
The originally indestructible body of Shen Tie was burned to soften and collapse in the flames, raising a large area of miserable green poisonous smoke. The fingers of the bone hand were like hot knives cutting butter, deeply embedded in the arms of the turbid god.
The turbid god was controlled, and was drilled into his body by Yin Jiuzhu's second ghost technique.
Purple-black threads of fire as thin as hair pierced and twisted within the divine body, like thousands of poisonous snakes.
The internal organs of the Turbid God were drilled, and the dark red veins flashed red violently, and His whole body trembled violently in pain.
And the third ghost technique was brewed, forming nine three-legged silver crows in mid-air!
The silver crow wrapped the ghost fire and crashed into the chest of the turbid god one after another, exploding one after another.
Boom boom......
Nine explosions in a row made the turbid god's chest empty, leaving only a layer of skin on the back still connected.