Compared to the thrilling tension, silent confrontation and sneak attack on the ground, Lingzhi is taking root hundreds of meters underground in the city lord's mansion, hibernating cautiously, spreading out thousands of branches, weakening the overall aura as much as possible, and even more
The good ones hide themselves.
He started to 'close the net' into the inner courtyard from the periphery. He did not find the target at first, until he noticed the tight defense lineup of the inner courtyard. Out of caution, he did not over-probe, and was careful, but he soon discovered the pain.
The strangeness of the Po clan.
No one who doesn't understand the weirdness of Kupo or the existence of such a ghost will not care about it, let alone consider it. But Lingzhi is cooperating with Kupo, so when his branches appear on the edge of the inner courtyard
, and after searching carefully, I quickly noticed the shadow of Kupo hidden among the branches.
They were all still, blending into the darkness, but they were all paying full attention to the courtyard guarded by the 'Imperial Guard' dry soldiers.
Lingzhi took the risk and observed it carefully.
Sneaking and observing the place where the Semi-Saint and the Martial Saint were under martial law, the whole scene was thrilling enough. But when he discovered the real situation in the courtyard, he was also shocked and broke out in a cold sweat, freezing in place and not daring to move - Ku Po was actually following Han
Soldiers confronting each other?
"What is she doing?"
With his naive temperament, he still felt a thrilling chill.
"Is that Hanchen?"
Lingzhi noticed the weak and skinny man lying on the altar again. The more he looked at it, the more he looked like Hanchen.
"Huh?" Drought Soldier was slightly alert, looking back at the silent inner courtyard.
His green eyes swept over the dark ancient trees, and even over the lurking tribesmen and the four semi-saints.
Vaguely, he felt that something was spying on him.
The thoughts and soul power of the people of the Corpse Royal Clan are indeed weaker than those of humans and monsters at the same level, but the degree of weakness is limited and not too weak. Moreover, the strength of the Drought Soldiers ranks among the top five in the Corpse Royal Clan, far away from the peak saints.
One step away from the realm, the strength is so terrifying, even if he is immersed in his thoughts, he still remains vigilant.
So when Lingzhi was frightened, he noticed something strange.
The other half-saints in the courtyard were also alert. It was vague, but real.
Lingzhi immediately became alert, weakened her aura, evacuated all her branches from all the hidden ancient trees, and slowly and silently fell silent underground.
The Kupo clan members were also alarmed and evacuated the inner courtyard with the help of darkness, but they did not leave too far. They still stayed in the outer courtyard area, watching their clan leader through the dense forest and darkness.
The courtyard was silent, but it seemed like they had been through a fierce battle, which left both the Kupo tribe and Lingzhi with lingering fears.
Ku Po in the courtyard was secretly vigilant and cautiously paying attention to Han Bing's reaction.
The dry soldiers carefully searched every corner of the inner courtyard and found no suspicious signs. Just then, violent explosions and roars came from the distant sky, and they couldn't help but cast their sights on the increasingly fierce Holy Land battlefield.
But the next moment, the feeling of vigilance sprouted again, and the source seemed to come from... a medical hospital?
Lingzhi fell silent underground, recovered all the vines, and was surprised by Ku Po's behavior. She was silent for a moment, thought for a moment, suddenly woke up, crossed the ground at top speed, evacuated far away, and rushed to the lurking area of Du Yang and others outside the city lord's palace.
At the same time, Han Bing's face became darker and darker, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter, he slowly turned back, his thoughts like a tide, wrapped around the body* hospital, like a huge silent wave, rolling and submerging it, from the outside to the inside,
The power is stacked one after another.
About to be discovered? Kupo was not frightened. At this moment, she suddenly made up her mind, like a dormant cheetah, crouching secretly, ready to go, ready to give it a go.
Killing Hanchen was her most determined obsession at the moment, and the huge benefits were worth all the risks she took.
"What's wrong, Commander?" One of the tribesmen noticed something unusual about the Han soldiers, and others also cast their eyes on him.
The Drought Soldier raised his hand to stop them, and turned towards the courtyard. His thoughts suddenly surged, and the surge threatened to fill the entire courtyard.
But at this moment, a dull drum sound suddenly sounded from the sky and the earth.
Buzz!!
The sound of the drum was melodious and dull, reverberating around the world. The space within a radius of more than ten miles trembled slightly. The sound waves were like substantial ripples, passing through the clouds and the earth, past ancient trees and buildings, and all existing objects.
The City Lord's Mansion was the first to bear the brunt, and all the strong men were excited. The ocean of consciousness was undulating, and the uncontrollable chaos caused waves of stinging pain, and a violent desire to kill was suddenly aroused and filled their minds.
"Come out!" The Han soldiers suddenly turned around and stomped on the ground. The violent force shook the city lord's palace, and dense cracks opened up on the ground. They expanded ferociously, waking up all the tribesmen. At the same time, the Han soldiers slid back and retreated.
It collapsed directly onto Hanchen's altar, and guarding the young master closely was his top priority.
"Protect Your Highness the Prince!" The eight corpse royal half-saints and the four casual cultivators all retreated and scattered around the courtyard where Hanchen was. Their fighting spirit surged, and the eight black coffins fell heavily to the ground, cracking the rocky ground.
The lid of the coffin was cracked, and a strong corpse air escaped, and deep breathing could be heard, filled with an invisible murderous aura.
Buzz!! Buzz!!
The sound of the drum was silent, echoing around the world and filling the city lord's palace.
Heavy and depressing.
The sound waves vibrated the space, causing dreamlike ripples. The sound seemed to contain strange power, making the vigilant people more vigilant, making the cold hearts even colder, and making the blood of everyone filled with murderous intent boil.
This is not a good thing. They can clearly feel that the desire to kill deep in their hearts is rapidly expanding, rising layer by layer, getting stronger and stronger. The blood in their bodies becomes hot, and the murderous emotions fill their minds, although they are not lost.
They are rational, but their excessive murderous thoughts and reactions make them feel bad.
"Now that you're here, come out." Han Bing stared coldly at the direction of the mansion door, secretly clenching his fists, steadily suppressing the surging desire to kill in his body, and controlling the overly hot blood. The sound of the drum was weird, but it was not enough to affect him too much.
he.
It came quickly enough, and it looks like it’s coming with a lot of force!
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!!
The door of the palace opened with a bang, shaking the city lord's palace.
The black-robed ghost monk strode in, majestic and cold, with a bulging scalp in his left hand and a white bone mallet in his right hand.
The loose black robe moves automatically without wind, and strange runes are crawling all over the body.
A gloomy wind surged in with his arrival, causing the ancient trees and flowers in the mansion to fly chaotically, quickly withering, and the temperature of the heaven and earth plummeted.
He lowered his head and eyebrows and muttered silently to himself, like a black Buddha chanting sutras, but in fact he silently recited a strange death prayer.
After each prayer, he vibrated his right hand, as if to slow down his illness. The white bone mallet landed heavily on the scalp drum, and an invisible ripple shot out, sweeping through the heaven and earth, filling the space, causing the Qi and blood of the strong men in the house to surge.
If there were ordinary people here, they would probably go crazy and lose control.
If there were dead bodies here, the consequences would be disastrous.
This is the scalp drum, the supreme treasure of the avenue that was nurtured by the formation of the hell world!
"Ghosts from hell, fighting against human zombies? Ghosts against corpses? Haha, the slave family is really looking forward to today's battle."
The sweet smile like a silver bell echoed through the City Lord's Mansion, seeming to appear in various areas and echoing in everyone's ears.
A most enchanting and charming beauty, dressed in red, with floor-length hair, barefoot, followed the black-robed ghost monk into the door of the house, swaying step by step, full of flattery and endless charm,
Endless temptation. But the dark pupils are like endless black holes, trying to swallow up life.
Rakshasa followed Gui Hate and stepped into the city lord's palace. She danced lightly in red clothes, stirring up the endless mist of illusions and evoking the gloomy ghost energy and ghost whispers. She stepped softly and her posture was elegant, but it gave people a biting chill.
Snow maidens and ghosts appeared on the left and right walls one after another. They were like lonely ghosts, wandering, eerie and cold.
One is pale and cold, the other is holding an umbrella and is wet. Each of them restrains the scope of their own domain and does not fully show their strength. Even so, the snow girl steps forward, leaving a trail of ice, the underworld enters the house with an umbrella, and everything dies and melts.
Prajna, Tomb Boy, and other ghost lords all arrived and walked into the city lord's mansion from different directions, each causing a death crisis, a cold wind, and a look of horror.
Their advancement step by step, showing off their power step by step, turned the evil wind into a tide, made the ghosts whisper endlessly, and made the dark environment even darker, as if they were pulling in the hell of death and covering the inner courtyard area.
"Be careful! There's something weird!!" The corpse royal clan members consider themselves to be superior and belong to the supreme race in the world. The power of their bloodline gives them a strong aura. But when the major ghost masters stepped into the city lord's palace, their auras seemed to be suppressed again and again.