Master Gui groaned, and ten ghost warriors more than two meters tall walked out from behind. They looked much stronger than Wei Ling's personal ghost warrior.

I saw that they were all dressed in black, with ugly faces, and some had bugs on their faces. Their bodies were covered with black and red lines. With a swipe of the ghost master's finger, the talisman on the ghost warrior's body flew into his hand.

The ghost warriors also lost control, their eyes were full of rage, and the corpse poison on their hands spread quickly, and long gray-black nails grew, which were extremely sharp.

Ten ghost warriors smelled the blood and joined the battle crazily. Although the army moved forward bravely, they also found it a bit difficult. Because those who were scratched by the long nails of the ghost warriors soon became paralyzed and unable to move.

It won't take long for the body to mutate and the corpse poison enters the body. Ordinary detoxification pills have no effect at all. The violent soldiers do not distinguish between friend and foe, slashing randomly with swords, attacking the originally orderly formation.

Seeing that there were more casualties, General Xuzhou didn't care about what to do next. He took out a piece of snow-white rune paper and threw it into the sky.

I saw a sky full of golden light falling from the sky, and the undead creatures all let out bursts of screams, and soon they were exhausted. Although the ghost warriors were strong, they were also greatly affected.

"No, it's the rune of light!" The ghost master seems to be very afraid of the rune. He originally had a chance to win, but he didn't expect to encounter a natural enemy. This ghost cultivator is afraid of the power of light, and now that the undead creatures are affected, he may not be able to defeat it.

When the ghost master saw that four or five ghost warriors had been chopped down by the tall woman and the shadow killer, he was heartbroken. He bit his finger and saw bright red blood spurting out.

The blood filled the air, and the undead creatures became fanatical after smelling the sweet blood.

The ghost master sprinkled his blood on the undead creatures. When Wei Ling saw this, he also imitated his master, bit his finger and smeared the blood on his ghost warrior.

Wei Ling's peaceful ghost warrior also became excited, and Wei Ling played the flute to make her join the battle.

But Mr. Gui still let the blood scatter into the air, and slowly he became weaker.

At this time, the valley was filled with red light and black energy, forming a strange and unusual formation.

The light emitted by the black-red magic circle and the golden light in the sky competed with each other. The army in the middle was suffering miserably, but the undead creatures had no vision or pain, and they still infected other normal people in the army.

When Lan Xin saw this scene, she felt revolted by the acid water in her heart. She felt that the smell was disgusting. But she did not dare to take this matter lightly, even though she was weak and could not help much.

But she saw that Wei Ling looked like he was overexerting himself and was on the verge of collapse, and he was still playing the flute to control the undead creatures. She walked over and helped Wei Ling.

"Take care of him." Mr. Ghost said, and flew to join the battlefield. He was seen walking among the corpses, issuing various instructions with the blood on his fingers in the blood rain in the sky.

The soldiers who were still able to fight wanted to kill him and avenge their comrades, but they couldn't get into his body. The corpses and undead creatures all seemed to have taken some magical medicine, and were upgrading and becoming more and more powerful.

The army also had no formation. Most of the ordinary soldiers were infected and were still standing on the enemy's side. Soon there were only a few high-ranking generals left.

"Just based on these nondescript and worthless runes? Although it is a bit interesting, using it once is too energy-consuming. Can you still fight with me now?" There is still a trace of blood on the fingertips of the ghost master.

Looks very weak.

But the infected soldier, still in uniform, was like a child, wanting to drink the blood from his hands.

This scene made the tall woman from Lanzhou and the general leading the army in Xuzhou very angry, but now his subordinates have become nothing more than human beings and ghosts.

"Hahaha" the strange male voice laughed crazily, and his slaves also obeyed the master's orders, and the golden light in the sky became extremely dim at this time.

"Garbage runes." Mr. Ghost said disdainfully.

"Go ahead, kill him and avenge your comrades." General Xuzhou had just used a useless rune, but she didn't expect that the rune that cost her most of her power was so unbearable that she was now facing a dilemma.

"You three, you seem to have some strength, why don't you stay and be my ghost warriors, maybe I can upgrade one of you to a ghost warrior general." The arrogant voice of the ghost master made several older women

A raging rage arose.

The three of them worked together and rushed forward from all directions, trying to carve out a bloody path and put an end to this disgusting big devil.

The ghost warriors immediately rushed forward and fought with the three of them. When Lan Xin saw that the battle situation had become clear, she quickly told Wei Ling, who was already a little possessed by him, to say: "Stop it, stop it, stop bragging."

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Mr. Gui also looked back at Wei Ling, who was covered in black gas, but said nothing.

Wei Ling kept playing the tune that disturbed people's minds, combined with his ghost cultivation skills.

Wei Ling seemed to have returned to the Lan Family Academy. At that critical moment when the flames were blazing into the sky, he and his classmates ran out desperately. When they saw the army, they were delighted.

But he didn't expect to be greeted by death's bow and arrow. He saw his classmate lying in a pool of blood. The expression on his young face was still joyful when he died. He may never think until his death why the army he trusted would kill him.

That little child was only 4 years old. Two days ago, I asked him to teach him how to play the flute. His body was so cute and soft, but now he was always cold.

As for the bow and arrow that was shot at him, he still remembered that it was shot by a cavalryman wearing a protective shield and riding a horse. He would never forget the cold eyes and the heartbreaking pain in his life.

He recalled that night when his parents quarreled, his mother was a bride-in-law, and his father had always been strong. But that night, his mother suddenly fell ill, and his father made him hide in a box, and then they were both taken away by officers and soldiers.

He sneaked out, followed, and saw the place where his parents were locked up. Every day he picked up some unwanted things on the roadside, or ate some weeds. Whenever he had time, he would look at the place where his parents were locked up to see if they had been released.

But what he waited for was fire, and he had no relatives. He was desperate and came to the Lan Family Academy. He had played flute with his father since he was a child, and he easily entered the Lan Family Academy.

Wei Ling was in a trance, seeing his father's eager face, seeing his mother's gentle look, seeing his classmates learning the piano and practicing dancing, and hearing their laughter.

Wei Ling's heart was filled with anger, and he wanted to kill these officers and soldiers. He regretted not killing the instructor who wore official uniform and bullied Lan Xin with his own hands.

Lan Xin was very scared when she saw this scene: "Brother Wei, brother Wei, what's wrong with you?"
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