Chapter 312 Whoever destroys the pavilion will be killed without mercy
In the cold darkness.
Each literary pavilion is like a fire dragon, sealing off the ghost land of Huangquan.
But at this time, not only the souls of the dead appeared on the north side of the pavilion, but also countless souls emerged on the south side of the pavilion, frantically consuming the cultural energy of the pavilion.
This gradually made the scribes and even scribes who were in charge of Wenting a little overwhelmed.
"There are too many dead souls."
There was a scribe in the Wen Pavilion who was miserable.
The first time I encountered this situation, I couldn't help but feel a little panicked.
If evil spirits break out from the underworld in the future, the Wen Qi in his Wen Palace will not be able to withstand the attacks of several evil spirits, and his life may be lost here.
"May I ask where the patrol envoy is?"
The scribes in the literary pavilion shouted loudly, and their voices spread for miles.
In the Wanli Changting Pavilion, there is a patrol envoy whose duty is to patrol the Wenting Pavilion within a hundred miles and be responsible for supporting and solving problems that arise.
All are handled by Wen Xiang.
After a while, when the scribe saw that the envoy did not appear, his heart sank.
He saw that the number of dead souls on the north and south sides did not decrease at all, but were increasing in number, so he sent a message back to the Ghost Palace.
Generally speaking, Bluebird Message can only be used in emergency situations.
And now is the emergency.
At this time, the bluebird's messages were sent back to the Ghost Suppression Hall like snowflakes.
"Report, the Thirteenth Pavilion of Zhongyi is in emergency."
"Report, there is an emergency in the Second Pavilion of Zhongding."
"Report, the No. 53 Pavilion of Zhongjia is in emergency."
…
To the south of the first city, the evil spirits of the misty ice field came out and madly devoured the souls emerging from the darkness.
The soul of the dead has just escaped from the darkness, and now it has entered the mouth of the evil spirit.
"Literary Master Realm!"
Some soldiers on the city wall said in horror.
At this time, many people saw with their own eyes that after an evil spirit devoured countless dead souls, its strength actually increased from the scribe realm to the scribe realm.
Moreover, the more it devours, the stronger it becomes.
This shocked the soldiers on the city wall.
"General, what should we do?"
Some soldiers asked anxiously.
"If we let the evil spirits swallow us up again, I'm afraid there will be many great Confucian-level evil spirits." Another soldier said with a worried look on his face.
"Shoot the dead."
A middle-aged general said coldly.
The dead souls are weak, and a single arrow can kill several of them, or even more.
At this time, the arrows on the city wall were shot out like rain again, killing countless souls who had escaped. However, there were too many souls, and they did not appear in one line, but in one surface...
How many soldiers on the city wall can be shot?
"Is the piano player here yet?"
The middle-aged general said.
"General, there are not many harp players in the city, and most of them go to support Wenting in the north." A soldier replied, "There are only a dozen harp players now..."
"All the piano players listened to the order and played the war song "Heavy Rain"."
The middle-aged general nodded, turned around, looked at the dozen or so piano players who had arrived in a hurry, and immediately gave an order.
The dozen or so harp players didn't say much. After standing two or three miles apart on the city wall, they began to play the war song "Heavy Rain" rapidly.
clank--
The sound of the piano suddenly sounded, turning into a rain of light and shooting out, killing countless dead souls.
The sound of the war song "Heavy Rain" can not only cut off the flesh and blood, but also damage the soul. However, for more than ten piano players in the misty ice field, it is just a drop in the bucket.
To no avail.
But in the blink of an eye, more and more evil spirits emerged from the misty ice field. Moreover, there were more and more evil spirits at the Wenxiang level and even at the Confucian level.
"Great sage-level evil spirit!"
One of the generals screamed in horror, his face turning pale.
Although the first city has been guarded by a general and four generals for a long time, the southern wall of the first city is only taken care of by one of the generals.
In other words, the highest combat power of the southern city wall is only the Great Confucian level.
Of course, if an evil spirit of the Great Sage level comes to kill, the general of the first city cannot ignore it, but the situation in Changting in the north is also critical now.
And the north is more important than the south.
So now, we can only rely on them to guard...
Perhaps the dozen or so piano players were all their reinforcements.
At this time, the northern city wall also knew about the southern city wall. Many literati and soldiers were shocked. Why did even evil spirits come to join in the fun?
And there are so many evil spirits coming out?
What exactly is going on?
Some literati and piano players are also a little confused. Is there such a possibility in the sacred song "Calling Souls"? However, they clearly know that the sacred song "Calling Souls" only has one section. Logically speaking, it is impossible for the souls of the dead to break away from the darkness and return to the world...
The canonization has been confirmed.
But what happens now?
"Quickly look for Feng Sheng and ask him to stop playing "The Soul Conjuring"." At this time, some scholars or piano players finally realized the seriousness of the matter and had to say, "These dead souls were killed by the sacred song "The Soul Conjuring".
Now, as long as the saint stays and plays, the souls of the dead will disappear?"
"What?"
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
On the city wall, many soldiers became furious.
"Hmph, there is a reason for the saint to play the sacred song "Calling the Souls"." A scholar said disdainfully, "How can you, a martial artist, understand this?"
"As long as you can be canonized and promoted to a true saint, let alone a little evil spirit, even if it is 'weird' or even 'taboo', you can easily suppress it!" Another scholar said proudly.
"Be careful!"
Some scholars quickly reminded me.
"Taboo? What is the taboo?"
When some soldiers heard this, they said with some surprise.
They only know "weirdness" and don't know the existence of "taboos". If another literati hadn't been "cautious" in what he said, they wouldn't have paid attention to the "taboos".
But at this time, the literati who knew about it all kept silent.
“Where is the canonization?”
"Do you know where the canonization is?"
"I also ask you to find the saint as soon as possible..."
At the city wall, both soldiers and literati were looking for canonization.
"The canonization seems to be heading east."
A scholar on the city wall thought about it and said.
After hearing this, many people rushed towards the east of the city to ask the saint to stop playing immediately.
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East of the city.
Feng Qingyan played the sacred song "Calling Souls" while frowning and peering into the underworld.
At this time, he did not know the existence of General Wu, let alone the fact that he had attracted so many dead souls to Wanli Changting by playing "Soul Calling".
This was something he would never have imagined.
"snort!"
A cold snort was like thunder from the sky, suddenly falling towards him from the sky.
Rumble——
Lengheng was like rolling thunder, rolling and vibrating in the sea of his consciousness, making his soul tremble, the energy and blood in his body rolling crazily, and the literary energy in the Wen Palace was rushing around, almost causing his meridians to burst.
puff--
A mouthful of blood spurted out.
Feng Qingyan's face turned pale instantly and he almost fell down.
"I'm looking for death!"
Zuo Shaozai was furious when he saw it.
He did not expect that the majestic General Wu would dare to take action against the canonization.
The burly armored figure looked at Feng Qingyan coldly and said: "Anyone who dares to destroy the Pavilion of Ten Thousand Miles will be killed without mercy."
"Even if it is canonization, it cannot be done."
At this time, the burly figure turned his head, looked at Zuo Shaozai and said coldly, "Being a saint in the underworld and playing "The Conjuring" will destroy the long pavilion..."