It was like heavy fog descending around the First City, and weeping voices could be heard.
The soldiers or literati on the city wall could vaguely see the ferocious souls emerging from the ghostly mist.
"This is not an ordinary ghost mist, it should be coming from the netherworld."
Some scholars stared at the ghost mist, and soon discovered that it was not the ghost mist on the misty ice field, but that it seemed to be coming from the netherworld, with a strong netherworld aura.
Otherwise, why would there be so many dead souls?
"Coming from the underworld?"
Someone frowned, stared at the ghostly mist, and said, "Did something change happen in the Netherworld again?"
"That's all."
There is humanity.
At this time, everyone's expressions darkened.
Could it be that the emergence of the dead souls from the ghost mist is a precursor to the "weird" attack on Wanli Changting?
"All the officers and soldiers obey the order and guard the Ten Thousand Miles Pavilion without taking a step back!" On the north wall, a middle-aged general wearing armor said coldly, staring at the emerging souls.
"promise!"
The soldier shouted loudly.
The scribes sitting cross-legged in the literary pavilion, including Wen Xiang, all had serious expressions on their faces, looking coldly at the darkness ahead. At the same time, they paid attention to the literary lamps around them, always ready to inject literary energy to prevent the lamps from extinguishing.
The so-called Wanli Long Pavilion is composed of literary pavilions. The literary lanterns in the literary pavilions emit literary light to block the underworld ghost land, so that evil spirits cannot pass through the literary light.
Everything that is illuminated by the light will burn like a flame.
At this time, there were no evil spirits crawling out of the underworld, but souls emerged from the darkness, struggling frantically to come out.
Zihyun——
At this time, all the dead souls illuminated by the text will burn with a layer of white light flames.
"Ahh——"
The dead souls that emerged one by one were screaming and trying to get back into the darkness, but the white light flames could not escape at all.
But in the blink of an eye, the ghosts that emerged were burned away by the lamp.
These are just ordinary dead souls. They are incomparable to evil ghosts and cannot even withstand three breaths of time.
but.
There are too many dead souls emerging from the darkness.
The light of the lantern burns away one layer, and another layer emerges, seemingly endless.
At first, the scribes who were in charge of Wenting were not too worried. After all, they were just ordinary dead souls. However, when they saw that the dead souls were inexhaustible, their expressions gradually became serious.
A scribe can extinguish a hundred dead souls through a lantern, and his literate energy will not be consumed for long.
Even if there are a thousand dead souls, the scribes can easily destroy them.
But what about one hundred thousand, one million, or even tens of millions?
Can a scribe still handle this?
There is no need for millions or tens of millions, just one hundred thousand is enough to consume a lot of literary spirit of the scribes.
But at this time, another evil ghost rushes out from the underworld?
How else could the scribes cope?
Therefore, at this time, many literati's faces changed drastically.
Could it be that these suddenly appearing dead souls are "weird" specifically designed to consume literary energy? Moreover, there are thousands of miles of long pavilions, and I don't know which literary pavilion is lacking in literary energy. Even if I know it, I can't make up for it immediately...
…
Although the people who guard Wanli Changting include not only great sages, but also great Confucians and ministers of literature.
But the main force in Wenting were scribes and writers.
…
On the foggy ice field south of the First City, layers of ghostly mist rolled in, accompanied by countless ferocious evil spirits, making the terrifying foggy ice field even more terrifying.
"Kill, kill, kill—"
The roar of evil spirits came from the ghost mist.
At this time, the billowing ghost fog was pressing towards the first city, bursting out with terrifying murderous intent, shocking the soldiers on the southern city wall.
"What's going on with these evil spirits?"
Some soldiers asked in shock.
It was the first time I saw so many evil spirits, and I couldn't help but feel frightened.
These evil spirits range from the lowest level of scribes to the highest level of great sages, and there are quite a few of them. Originally, there were not many soldiers guarding the southern city wall, but now so many evil spirits are coming to kill them, how can they stop them?
Normally, city walls are enough to ward off evil spirits.
But there were too many evil spirits that came to kill at this time, even those at the level of great Confucians and even great sages.
The city wall cannot withstand it.
At this time, the soldiers on the city wall even suspected that the evil spirits on the misty ice field had all come out.
"Too many, please call for reinforcements."
Some generals were horrified.
"Please play the piano."
A general said.
"All the officers and soldiers listen to the order, wait until the evil spirit comes within a hundred steps, and then assassinate it with arrows." The general guarding the southern city wall said loudly, looking coldly at the evil spirit in the distance.
White light burst out from the city wall, turning into a rain of arrows and shooting towards the ghost mist.
However, the city wall can block the evil spirits below the Wenxiang level, but it is difficult to stop the evil spirits at the Great Confucian level, while the evil spirits at the Great Xian level can directly enter the first city.
However, based on past situations, there are very few evil spirits of the Great Sage level attacking the First City.
Don't say it's about entering the first city.
But at this time, the middle-aged general saw several evil spirits of the Great Confucian level heading towards the first city. As for the evil spirits of the Great Sage level, they might still be hiding in the ghost mist, waiting for opportunities.
This makes it even scarier.
"Two hundred steps."
"One hundred and fifty steps!"
The middle-aged general said coldly and loudly. When the evil spirit approached a hundred steps, he shouted: "Shoot!"
Whoosh——
On the city wall, arrows shot out one after another, bursting out with a white light.
Whether it is a dead soul, a vicious one, or even an evil ghost, ordinary feather arrows cannot harm it at all, but it is different after injecting Wen Qi.
The so-called literary arrows are arrows that have been processed and infused with literary spirit.
puff--
A literate arrow bursting with white light penetrated a scribe-level evil spirit, but it still had enough energy to shoot before it stopped.
When it hit the second evil spirit, it seemed that the arrow finally ran out of energy and the entire arrow shattered.
However, the two evil spirits were only seriously injured.
Didn't die.
However, the arrows are like rain, and it is difficult for the evil spirits to avoid them. They may be hit by more than ten literary arrows...
A round of arrows was shot out. The middle-aged general frowned, hesitated and then ordered: "Stop!"
Swish--
All the soldiers stopped immediately and looked at each other in confusion.
On the misty ice field, it seemed that countless evil spirits and dead souls were fighting each other, which surprised some soldiers on the city wall.
This is why the middle-aged general gave in.
"Hey, why did they start killing themselves?" A soldier asked curiously, as if he couldn't figure it out, "Haha, kill well, kill them, it's best to die together."
"Evil spirits are evil spirits, and dead souls are dead souls. They cannot be confused together."
Some people couldn't help but say.
At this time, the soldiers on the city wall breathed a sigh of relief.
However, the middle-aged general and some other people frowned, feeling a little worried in their hearts. Looking at it, it seemed that the evil spirits and the dead souls were fighting, but in fact, the evil spirits were killing the dead souls one by one...
And it's not as simple as massacre.
But devour!
"No, evil spirits are devouring the souls of the dead!"
At this time, a military commander's expression changed, and he quickly shouted: "The evil spirit will become stronger after devouring the souls of the dead!"
When the soldiers on the city wall heard this, their expressions also changed drastically.