The masters who fell on the ground saw the terrible missile flying towards them, and then the overwhelming darkness exploded out, drowning them, and the cold and biting evil breath instantly invaded their bodies. Even if they knew that they would die, the faces on their faces
But he only showed a relieved smile.
The terrifying roar of tens of thousands of ghosts finally disappeared.
Inside the Xuanling Sect, the stones in the playground were still broadcasting the live broadcast for the Xuanling Sect disciples, and everyone burst into tears.
Zeng Can was infected by the atmosphere and couldn't help but have red eyes.
【Ah ah ah ah ah ah Song Juyao didn’t catch up! 】
【It actually exploded!】
[It may not be useful if you catch up]
【So miserable】
At the command podium, through the satellite, I saw that the tomb of King Ling was instantly shrouded in darkness, and the darkness was like a huge mushroom cloud exploding on the ground, rushing away in all directions like a tsunami. In the satellite, the surrounding high-rise buildings were about to be swallowed up.
Buildings, neon lights are bright, traffic is jammed, and people have no idea of ​​the upcoming disaster.
Luo Ping is an ordinary member of City B. He sat in front of the computer, browsed the comments that supported him, answered a small advertisement, and then turned off the computer with a sense of satisfaction and happiness and prepared to go to bed.
He had just laid on the bed and closed his eyes when suddenly there was a heart-stopping explosion like a hole in the sky. He jumped up from the bed and ran to the window to look out.
He was stunned.
He saw black gas rushing over like a tsunami in the distance, and he knew what it was, it was evil gas.
There were so many and so fast that he couldn't escape. He could only stare and watch them getting closer and closer. He also heard countless frightened screams in his ears. However, those sounds soon stopped abruptly because they also
Like myself, I was overwhelmed.
The whole world turned black, and all that was felt was a biting and terrifying coldness.
…
In the command podium, everyone lowered their heads in silence, their eyes were red, but their hearts were slightly relieved. The problem of King Ling's tomb was solved, and the ghost king and those ghost soldiers could no longer threaten the country.
"Gather all medical resources across the country to prepare for rescue in City B!" the general began to order.
"yes!"
"Wait, wait, what is that?" Suddenly, his face changed drastically.
On the screen, the tomb of King Ling shrouded in darkness had red shadows moving.
The special material of the screen can outline the shape and appearance of ghosts through the reflection of their unique energy frequencies, and now, the dazzling red color on the screen is exactly the ghost.
They suddenly stood up from their chairs, their faces turned pale, sweat rolled down their faces, and their despair emerged bit by bit.
It was a very burly and imposing ghost, wearing armor and riding a horse. Slowly and leisurely, it walked out of the tomb with an overwhelming aura of terror.
The masters who fell to the ground had expressions of despair on their faces.
After making so many sacrifices, this thousand-year-old ghost king was not killed by the evil energy bomb! But among their various sects, there are no outstanding children who can deal with him!
And the despair continued. After the ghost king came out, several more ghosts on horseback followed him one after another. They must have been several of King Ling's lieutenants back then. They were also crazy demons with bloody hands.
【What the hell??!!】
【Is that a ghost? That’s a ghost!!!】
【Not dead yet! Oh my god!】
[Song Juyao is almost here, rush!!!!]
[Song fans are just like her parents, they always put her on the shelf when nothing happens, so be careful if she falls down]
[?Better than you, a keyboard warrior who can only talk loudly and run faster than anyone else in an accident]
It’s over…
On the podium, everyone could not help but have this thought in their mind.
At this moment, something like a shooting star suddenly broke into the camera lens, glowing with a faint white light, and a small particle rushed into the darkness.
"Is that... a person??" the observer was stunned.
Everyone on the podium looked over, and then their eyes suddenly widened in shock, what——
"Zoom in, zoom in!" someone immediately commanded.
So soon, everyone saw that the thing flying in the sky was really a person! A girl with a high ponytail stepped on the sword.
Their hearts were beating wildly, their fists were clenched, and they were staring at the screen. Was this an outsider who saw the disaster happening and came to help?
"I remembered, she is Song Juyao! The one from Taichu Sword Sect, the center of the universe!!" the young observer jumped up and said.
"The Taichu Sword Sect... I remembered that they seemed to have applied for air use before, saying they wanted to fly with their swords."
They all thought it was a fantasy and didn't take it to heart at all. However, they never expected that they could really fly with a sword!!
OMG!
Song Juyao flew to the sky above King Ling's tomb. Without hesitation, the sword flew from his feet to his hand and struck in the air. The sharp sword whipped up a strong wind, carrying endless murderous intent, and fell from the sky.
I saw that the thick evil aura from King Ling's tomb was split open in an instant, surged around, and disappeared. In the blink of an eye, a piece of it came out empty.
The people on the podium were stunned and their mouths opened unconsciously.
She landed on the open space with her sword in hand, stood up straight, and looked ahead with cold eyes.
【Ah ah ah ah ah ah so handsome!!】
[I really love watching her swing her sword, how come she looks so good!]
【Handsome, beautiful and sassy!】
[Isn’t it said that Song Ju Yaotian’s spiritual root is dead? How did she become so powerful? 】
All the masters who fell to the ground and were still conscious in King Ling's Tomb all had their eyes widened. What? Is this a dream?
There was also a sudden uproar within the Xuanling Sect.
"Sword cultivator?"
"Sword cultivator??!"
"That's Song Juyao!"
Zeng Can also opened his eyes wide. Damn, Song Juyao...isn't your wife handsome?!
…
The Ghost King and his lieutenants were confronting her.
At this time, Song Ju's uncles and brothers, who were a step behind, arrived and landed next to her, looking at them warily.
"They are all ghosts who have been cultivating for thousands of years." Third Master Uncle said, "Everyone, be careful!"
"yes!"
"Sword cultivator?" The ghost king was riding on the horse, looking at their swords, as if they were a little surprised.
He had been suppressed for so many years, and it was not that he was completely ignorant of what was going on outside. The immortal cultivators murmured that they looked down upon sword cultivators. However, now, these sword cultivators gave him a sense of threat.
"How does a swordsman transfer people and souls?" he asked.
Song Juyao's face was expressionless: "If we don't save people, we won't save souls either. We kill to stop killing."
The Ghost King laughed loudly, "Okay! What a kill to stop killing!" He looked at Song Juyao and said, "I have been looking for an opponent in my life. You may be qualified to become the soul of the dead under my sword again."
"These words will be returned in full."
After that, the signal to start the war sounded in their hearts, and the troops from both sides rushed towards each other.
"Qiang——"
Chapter completed!