It was bombed in 1942, and there is no more general to protect the mausoleum
Swish... The uniform sound shocked people. The next moment, the archers stood up with their bows put away, retreated numbly, and quickly integrated into the team, while other soldiers also put away their weapons one by one, and retreated to
Where you should stand.
The ghost soldiers retreated as ordered!
The atmosphere on the field changed, as if they had suddenly arrived at the training ground from the battlefield. These ghost soldiers put away their murderous intent and edge, and stood there quietly, waiting for new orders.
For a moment, Feng Qingchen felt that he was not giving orders to a group of ghost soldiers, but commanding thousands of troops on the battlefield...
With one command and one action, these "soldiers" in front of her were the best warriors she had ever seen, comparable to the ace special forces trained by the country. Unfortunately, these "soldiers" in front of her could no longer be summoned, and no matter how powerful they were, they could not
Killing enemies on the battlefield can't let anyone see the military spirit of the Fengli clan.
Feng Qingchen felt a little regretful in his heart. He exhaled slowly and stopped thinking about the impossible things. The ghost soldiers were under control. This was the best thing for them.
As a human being, you can't live long and look forward to Shu.
Feng Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and said to Xuan Shaoqi, asking him to go in and help the Nine Emperors Uncle.
Although the Nine Emperors Uncle's martial arts are high, the ghost general's strength is also extraordinary. In addition, the ghost general's body is special and there are no flaws in his body. Even if his head is broken and bleeding, his combat effectiveness will not be weakened by half. Even if he fights for a long time, his physical strength and strength will not be weakened.
It won't be lost either.
No matter who it is, facing such a guy who can't be beaten to death, doesn't hurt, and won't get tired, he will only suffer in the end. What Feng Qingchen has to do is to let Xuan Shaoqi and Jiu Huangshu work together to temporarily trap the ghost.
Will.
"Let's exit first." Feng Qingchen took one last look at these ghost soldiers and walked out with a firm look on his face.
Even if she is an executioner, she will destroy these ghost soldiers and ghost generals. Even if she has no body, she will let them return to where they belong.
"Aww...aww." Snow Wolf passed by the ghost soldiers. When he saw that the ghost soldiers were motionless, he shouted excitedly. If Feng Qingchen hadn't been watching him, he would have definitely got into the middle of the ghost soldiers and fought hard.
Bully these ghost soldiers.
As soon as he walked out of the encirclement of the ghost soldiers, Feng Qingchen asked the Eighteen Riders to place the thunder.
She wants to blow up these ghost soldiers and ghost generals and let them rest in peace.
The encirclement was very large, but both the manpower and the thunderbolts were limited. Feng Qingchen only took out eighteen thunderbolts and handed them to the eighteen riders: "Use the thunderbolts thrown into the sky as a guide. When you see the thunderbolts,
If it explodes in mid-air, you can light the fuse."
They even sent seriously injured patients, which showed that Feng Qingchen really had no choice.
There are too many ghost soldiers and there are too few thunderbolts, and they will definitely not be killed.
"Yes." The Eighteenth Cavalry had no objection. After estimating the range of the Sky Thunder explosion, the Eighteenth Cavalry quickly spread out and waited for instructions.
Feng Qingchen and Xue Lang were waiting outside, standing with their backlight on. Uncle Nine Emperors and Xuan Shaoqi walked out and saw Feng Qingchen and Xue Lang in the backlight at a glance.
The snow wolf's pure white hair became more and more dazzling in the aperture, piercing people's eyes. The shining golden light completely enveloped Feng Qingchen beside him in the halo. Looking from a distance, Feng Qingchen looked like
A phantom that seems to disappear at any moment.
Uncle Jiuhuang's heart palpitated, and he quickly pressed his heart with his right hand. His steps became bigger and bigger, and he even started running behind him. In the blink of an eye, he was far behind Xuan Shaoqi.
"Qingchen." Uncle Nine Emperors stepped forward and hugged Feng Qingchen tightly.
After touching Feng Qingchen's warm body, Uncle Jiuhuang felt that his heartbeat returned to normal, and the inexplicable palpitations and uneasiness disappeared.
"What's wrong?" Feng Qingchen was startled. Seeing that Jiuhuangshu didn't answer, he just hugged him tighter and tighter. Feng Qingchen didn't dare to push Jiuhuangshu away, but let him hold him and asked quickly with his eyes.
Xuan Shaoqi followed up step by step.
Uncle Nine Emperors is not the kind of person who is unrestrained enough to show affection in front of others.
Xuan Shaoqi shook his head and said that he didn't know. Uncle Nine Emperors walked as if he was frightened. Who knows what he was thinking.
Uncle Jiuhuang calmed down and let go of Feng Qingchen. His cold face showed no emotion at all. He just held Feng Qingchen's hand tightly, as if he was afraid that she would disappear.
Uncle Jiuhuang knew that his behavior was abnormal, but he had no intention of explaining it, so he skipped it and said: "The ghost will be temporarily restrained by us, we must leave as soon as possible."
Divorce is the best choice. After fighting day and night, everyone is very tired and they have no strength to continue.
"Okay. Before you leave, let's blow this place up first." Feng Qingchen was considerate and stopped asking questions, assuming that Uncle Nine Emperors had been affected by the dark atmosphere of the imperial mausoleum.
"Exploded?" Uncle Nine Emperors glanced at the ghost soldiers, which stood motionless like wooden stakes. For a moment, Uncle Nine Emperors thought that what he saw were pottery soldiers.
These ghost soldiers can no longer be called "human beings".
"It exploded. Living in this way is a punishment and a shame." Feng Qingchen had a firm look on his face and motioned to Snow Wolf to give the Thunderbolt to Uncle Nine Emperors: "I told Shibaqi that with the thunderbolt that exploded in the sky,
As a signal from the sky thunder, they will ignite the sky-shattering thunder in their hands and blow up the ghost soldiers and ghost generals together."
"It's better to blow it up, so as not to encounter him again." Uncle Jiuhuang reached out to catch Zhentian Lei, revealing his injured right hand. Uncle Jiuhuang didn't notice it, but Feng Qingchen grabbed his hand quickly: "You
Injured?"
The tiger's mouth was split open, and the blood at the wound had solidified. The blood was dark in color, so it probably wasn't a recent injury.
"It's a small injury, it's not a problem." Uncle Jiu Huang withdrew his hand nonchalantly and was about to light the thunder. Feng Qingchen frowned and was about to stop him, but Xuan Shaoqi grabbed it first: "I'll do it.
"
After saying that, without waiting for Feng Qingchen to speak to Uncle Nine Emperors, he took the Sky-shaking Thunder and ignited it. When the fuse was almost burned, he threw it into the air with such smooth movements that Feng Qingchen didn't know what to say at all.
Feng Qingchen could only open his mouth wide and look at the thunder that exploded above the ghost soldiers...
Boom... Like fireworks exploding, the sky-shattering thunder exploded in mid-air and emitted a burst of fire. Thick smoke spread in all directions. After the fragments exploded in mid-air, both hands fell one after another. The ghost soldiers stood motionless, even if the fragments penetrated directly into the brain.
There, the ghost soldiers didn't move at all, and they didn't even know they were in pain.
A moment later, the thunderbolts among the eighteen riders also exploded. The eighteen thunderbolts sounded one after another. The powerful power made the ground shake. The corpses of the ghost soldiers were blown into pieces and flew everywhere.
yes.
There was no cry, no sound of pain, no sound of hiding footsteps. Facing the devastating damage, the ghost soldiers remained motionless and stood there while Ren Zhentian Lei blasted them into pieces...
Feng Qingchen looked at...looking at it, tears fell involuntarily.
These ghost soldiers will not retreat or evade without orders. Even if they die, they can only stand there and suffer...