Chapter five hundred and ninetieth: do not talk about Wude Ding Xiaoyi
"Zhen Beifeng, how dare you!" Looking at the bloody hole in Old Li's thigh, Ding Xiaoyi's eyes suddenly became bloodshot and he shouted angrily.
"Why don't you dare? You killed many people in my Zhen family. Today I want you to pay with your blood."
Zhen Beifeng looked like he was risking his life. He walked to the motor and pulled down the winch.
"Jingle Bell……"
I saw the iron ropes on both sides being slowly lowered. Zhen Beifeng walked behind Li Chuanhai, reached out and grabbed the old guy's hair, and lifted his face up so that Ding Xiaoyi could see more clearly.
At the same time, he put the cold muzzle of the gun against Li Chuanhai's forehead and said to Jia Baosan: "Mr. Jia, kill him. As long as he dares to fight back, I will send this old guy to the west with one bullet!"
"Zhen Beifeng, you traitor, won't you be liquidated by the union tomorrow?" Ding Xiaoyi asked sternly.
"That will only happen after you survive!"
A black flag suddenly appeared in Jia Baosan's hand, and the black chess piece was engraved with strange charms.
"That's..." He has seen a lot of enchantments, but he has never seen this kind of enchantment texture in the form of a spell.
At this time, five large white flags were also erected around the factory area, which seemed to echo the black flag on Jia Baosan's hand.
Suddenly, the dark wind turned sharply, blowing up flying sand and rocks, turning the void in front of us into billowing haze.
Ding Xiaoyi's face was expressionless, but in his heart he was getting more and more excited.
"Ding Xiaoyi!!"
Jia Baosan roared loudly and jumped up. Immediately, the endless wind wrapped around his feet and transformed into a giant skeletal horse.
Jia Baosan was holding a big flag and waving the big flag in his hand. Wherever the flag was waving in the wind, ghosts were crying, gods were howling, and the black wind was howling. Everything about this place was unreal.
Countless black shadows emerged in the dark wind, all wearing armor and holding swords.
Just like those battle-hardened Yin soldiers in the underworld, they are very intimidating.
The dense numbers surrounded him layer by layer.
"These hundred thousand evil ghosts are the Night Parade of Hundred Ghosts. If you can die under them, you will die without regrets."
Jia Baosan roared loudly. Ten ghost generals on war horses appeared behind him. Each one of them was as strong as a dragon.
These ghost generals are the strong men that their Holy Lord has killed in battles over the years.
Ingesting their souls into the ghost flag? The puppets made by refining them are fierce and powerful? There are as many as ten in number.
Even Jia Baosan himself felt that if it were him, he would surely die if he fell into the Night Parade of Hundred Ghosts.
"Wait a minute!" At this time, Ding Xiaoyi suddenly stretched out his hand and shouted to Jia Baosan, who was about to mount a charge.
"Huh?" Jia Baosan pulled into the horse's reins and looked at him in confusion.
At this critical moment, instead of calling out the Five Elements Bell, Ding Xiaoyi took off his clothes and took out a set of loose clothes from who knows where.
"Sorry, I need to change my clothes first, otherwise it won't look formal."
Ding Xiaoyi scratched his head in embarrassment.
After all, I have been in office for so long, and this is the first time I want to use my authority as a Yin official. Of course, I have to do it more formally? At least I have to wear official robes.
The clothes were sewn from shiny black silk, and the wide cuffs were embroidered with gold moiré piping.
There is a sign hanging on the left shoulder? It says [Coffin Raising]
There is another sign hanging on the right shoulder, which reads "Long General"
A white crane embroidered on the chest?
The most important thing is that the buttonhole and back of this dress are branded with a big gilded word "Longevity".
"you……"
Jia Baosan looked at the new clothes Ding Xiaoyi had put on. His face was full of disbelief. He didn't come back to his senses until a moment later, raised his head and laughed: "Hahahaha!!"
Not only was he laughing, but the five people who were holding the ghost flag and controlling the formation couldn't help laughing.
Jia Baosan almost choked on his own smear and coughed repeatedly. Ding Xiaoyi pointed at him and laughed: "Put yourself in a shroud before you die? Are young people today so far-sighted??"
"shroud??"
Ding Xiaoyi looked at Jia Baosan in confusion, wondering why Jia Baosan was smiling so happily. Could it be that his official uniform was too gorgeous?
Seeing Jia Baosan still holding his stomach and laughing naively, Ding Xiaoyi's eyes gradually became cold, and a large square seal appeared on his palm: "Take it!"
The moment he finished speaking, the big seal suddenly flew up, and the lion on the seal opened its mouth in mid-air.
At this moment, the great seal bloomed with infinite light, turning into tens of thousands of black chains, intertwining into a terrifying divine formation, shattering everything.
Countless evil spirits instantly turned into bits of ashes under the black locks and were swallowed by the lions.
The top ten ghost generals, standing tall among the many fierce ghosts, screamed and tried to break free. At this time, the iron rope was pulled down, and the ghost generals were almost beaten to death.
The authority of General Zhonglang in the Netherworld is simply not ranked high in the vast Netherworld.
But if it comes to reality, it will be different. There is an imperial edict from the Great Emperor specifically to hunt down evil spirits. At this time, the authority granted by the Great Emperor.
He has authority and is equivalent to a god.
Otherwise, relying on Ding Xiaoyi's strength, asking him to capture hundreds of thousands of evil ghosts would be like cannibalism.
The iron chain across the river is like a dragnet.
The night-walking array of hundreds of ghosts, which was said to be composed of a hundred thousand evil ghosts, was swept away by the wind and the remaining clouds in an instant.
Jia Baosan, who was still laughing loudly just now, even suspecting that Ding Xiaoyi planned to laugh himself to death, was completely dumbfounded.
"Gudong!" With a sound, he sat down on the ground, only to realize that he didn't even have the mount he had just summoned left.
"what happened??"
Jia Baosan looked at Ding Xiaoyi with dull eyes, and screamed in a voice that was close to a roar: "My one hundred thousand... one hundred thousand evil ghosts... where are the top ten handsome ghosts??"
Look at the Hundred Ghosts Night Parade Flag in my hand again, my dear, the originally sinister flag has suddenly turned into an ordinary spiritual object.
Not to mention an evil ghost inside, not even a ghost figure was left behind.
Suddenly, Jia Baosan felt a pain in his chest and almost vomited blood from anger. This was an artifact that the Holy Master spent countless years and killed many enemies to create, and it was destroyed like this??
How can I explain this to the Holy Master?
In addition to being furious, he also felt horrified. He didn't know how Ding Xiaoyi did it, but he was clearly only a mid-level dragon, so how could he have such terrifying strength?
Ding Xiaoyi, whose mood was completely opposite to that of Jia Baosan at this moment, took the big seal back in his hand and took a look, his eyes narrowed with laughter.
One hundred thousand evil spirits were captured, this is a solid achievement.
Thinking of this, he looked at Jia Baosan curiously and asked: "Senior Jia, do you have any more? It doesn't matter if the quality is inferior. If you order more, the annual sales of 100,000 yuan by the end of the year is a bit small."
"Asshole!!!" Jia Baosan was even more furious when he heard this. Looking at Ding Xiaoyi who was full of expectations, he was so angry that he trembled all over, stamped his feet and cursed.
After saying that, he yelled: "Zhen Beifeng, what are you doing standing still? Take action!"
Ding Xiaoyi destroyed his Hundred Ghosts Night Parade, and Jia Baosan wanted him to experience the loss of his relatives and friends.
However, after the words fell, there was still no movement. Jia Baosan couldn't help but look back.
Only then did he realize that both Li Chuanhai and Zhen Beifeng had long since disappeared, leaving only two melted iron chains on the ground.
Seeing this, Jia Baosan was stunned at first, and then his face turned green and red. It was precisely because Zhen Beifeng was guarding Li Chuanhai that Jia Baosan dared to concentrate on dealing with Ding Xiaoyi.
He never thought that Zhen Beifeng would sell him out.
Ding Xiaoyi saw Jia Bao blowing his beard and staring in anger, and the smile on his face subsided: "Follow me to learn martial arts? I will teach you, this old thief, how to behave first!"
Having said that, Ding Xiaoyi closed the big seal in his hand and raised his hand to call out the [Huntian Ling]. He saw the shadow of the silk trembling and the rainbow light shining in all directions, evolving the treasures of the gods and gods. This was already the pinnacle of the technique.
The key is that the quantity is terrible.
Even though the evolved divine objects only have 20-30% of their power, their densely packed numbers completely make up for the lack of power.
Countless divine treasures illuminated the void and smashed towards Jia Baosan in a black mass.
Seeing the mighty divine light falling from the sky, Jia Baosan's expression changed drastically, but after all, he was a strong man who was infinitely close to the gods. He opened his hands, and a long red stick appeared in his hand.
The stick swept across, emitting a strange divine light that traveled hundreds of miles, crushing the divine treasure in front of him, and pointed directly at Ding Xiaoyi.
"Nine-Five Holy War Methods!"
Jia Baosan waved the magic weapon in his hand, and the golden light filled the sky and the earth, and he rushed towards Ding Xiaoyi like a god.
Along the way, he was surrounded by red stick shadows, as if he had cut off the long river of time and broken the shackles of space.
Countless gods were suddenly smashed to pieces under the shadow of the stick.
It seems that in this world, the long stick in his hand is the only truth.
"No matter how evil you are, it's useless. I'll kill you myself!"
Jia Baosan was already furious.
I thought I could kill this guy easily and add another ghost commander to the Hundred Ghost Night Parade Flag, but I didn't want to steal the chicken but lose the rice. Even the Hundred Ghost Night Parade Flag given by the Holy Lord was destroyed.
If I couldn't kill this son today, how could I have the dignity to return to the Holy Land to see the Holy Lord?
When he thought of this, Jia Baosan seemed to go crazy and went up against the sky.
"This old man!"
Seeing Jia Baosan charging towards him among the countless divine treasures, Ding Xiaoyi's eyes flashed with a cold light.
He thought secretly: "It won't be the peak dragon level that is close to the god level!"
Unlike Qianji who was crippled by himself, Jia Baosan's control of divine power was even far better than that of Qianji. The iron rod in his hand was indestructible with divinity.
No matter how much I simulated countless mysterious treasures, I couldn't really hurt him.
At most it would just cause him some trouble.
But as long as he didn't cross that threshold, even if he was a so-called demigod, he would still be at the dragon level and there would be no difference.
Putting away the Huntian Ling, Ding Xiaoyi slowly took out two things from Meat Ball's mouth.
These two items are the newly released [Ghost Official's Death Lamp] and [Yellow Turban Token].
Ding Xiaoyi casually crushed the token in his hand, and as a brilliant golden light rose, a three-meter-tall golden giant with bare upper body appeared out of the sky.
A burst of footsteps sounded like thunder, and every sound of footsteps brought with it a heart-wrenching feeling.
The majestic body and super broad shoulders give people a suffocating feeling like the weight of a mountain.
"Who are you!!"
Seeing the powerful enemy suddenly appearing in front of him, Jia Baosan was startled and asked sternly.
"Hit your man! Beat him to death!"
Ding Xiaoyi said for the Yellow Turban Hercules, pointing his hand at Jia Baosan, and immediately the giant with these magnificent words rushed straight up like a meteorite falling from the sky.
The huge fist was waved, and the bright divine light on it made Jia Baosan's scalp numb for a while, and he shouted in his heart: "You bastard, you brought helpers here, you don't have any martial ethics!"