In the ghost world of Gushan, many armies responsible for surrounding the remnants of the ghost tribe received the news at the same time.
As we all know, the remnants of the Ghost Tribe are scattered in all directions. They look like scattered sand, but in fact they are extinct like weeds. The fundamental reason is the existence of the Ninth Prince.
The Ninth Prince, with his extraordinary wisdom and superb skills, condensed the power of the ghost tribe's remnants into a parasitic tumor in the ghost world of Gushan.
That's right, the remnants of the ghost tribe are not in remote places in the mountains, but in the Gushan ghost market.
In front of you, there is a kind-hearted Mahayaksha who willingly takes refuge, and behind you there is a mysterious black shadow that cooperates inside and outside.
The direct impact is that since the war started, the ghost tribe's remnants have been killing endlessly, and they are killing more and more.
One group was destroyed today, and on the next day, three or four groups of ghost soldiers who originally belonged to Gushan's command rebelled and joined the remnants of the ghost tribe.
Until now, the so-called eradication of the remnants has actually become the ghost world of Gushan operating on itself to remove cancerous tissue.
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The great yakshas are not fools. They all know that there is an endless stream of remnants of the ghost tribe, and their root cause lies in the ninth prince.
As long as the Ninth Prince can be killed, the remaining members of the Ghost Tribe will disappear.
However, this ghost is extremely cunning, and his specific whereabouts have never been caught.
Finally, this time, we finally captured the whereabouts of the Ninth Prince in a Chunshe market.
"Conspiracy, there is definitely a conspiracy."
The one who spoke was the Tibetan Mahayaksha. He was extremely scheming and intelligent. He could tell at a glance that something was wrong.
The Ninth Prince's ability to hide his whereabouts is unparalleled in the world. There is no reason why he was suddenly exposed. The specific location and other information were clearly presented in front of them. It was obviously a trap.
"No matter what conspiracy or trap he is, just kill him."
The powerful Yasha believed in one power to conquer ten societies, he said carelessly.
The great thing about the Ninth Prince is that he has many strategies and is good at hiding. In terms of his true strength, no big yaksha will take him seriously.
The Great Yaksha of Gushan belongs to the top combat power of evil ghosts. When the ghost tribe was not destroyed, these powerful Yaksha ghosts were one of the few generals under the old ghost leader.
I remember back then, before the God of Gushan Mountain became famous, he was sworn brothers with several great yakshas, and they had a deep friendship.
Luo Xiu, the rising star of Yunyangguan, must be really good, but his most successful record is that of wild blood ghosts, and he has never had the record of killing Da Yaksha.
In recent years, the only great yaksha to have fallen was the great yaksha of Cilu who surrendered to the enemy and was cleared by the God of Gushan Mountain.
From this, we can see how terrifying the Great Yaksha is, and only evil ghosts can kill him.
"The hidden great yaksha, why don't you predict one or two things through divination?"
The other great yakshas started making noises.
The Hidden Secret Great Yaksha shook his head, "The Ninth Prince's divination skills of ghosts and gods were inherited from the old ghost leader. I can't compete with him, so I'd better not show my shame."
"Besides, since the Ninth Prince has set up a conspiracy, he must be on guard against us."
"If I were doing divination, I'm afraid what I see is what he wants us to see."
The powerful Yasha waved his hand and said, "So, to deal with the Ninth Prince, there is no need for mother-in-law and mother-in-law, just kill him directly."
This sentence obviously touched the minds of many great yakshas.
The war begins...
In the market, there were dense crowds of people, standing straight on the ground, like wooden stakes.
Men and women, old and young, tall or low, resemble weeds growing in the field. Perhaps in the eyes of ghosts, they are weeds growing in the field.
There was a large number of people, and the liveliness and vitality that should have been present were gone at this moment, and there was only deathly silence and desolation all around.
The sweet wine, sugar cakes, and fried beans on the street stalls have lost their luster and lost their appetizing appearance. They are covered with mildew and spider webs, as if they have been left for a long time and have rotted.
The dolls in the crowd were holding on to the candy figures crawling with poisonous spiders and insects, staring blankly at the stage.
Looking at the other villagers, all of them stared in the direction of the stage with their dark eye sockets. Sister insects gradually crawled out of their eye sockets and fell to the ground like raindrops.
The stage was empty, there was nothing.
The originally lively and festive Spring Society Day Sacrifice suddenly changed and turned into a festive festival haunted by ghosts.
"Ninth Prince, Ninth Prince, Ninth Prince."
Mist filled the air and rolled through the streets and alleys. The bricks and stones were covered with moss and became thicker inch by inch. The wood sprouted and gradually decayed, and moths crawled out and burrowed in.
Snap!
One after another, the wooden beams decayed and could no longer support the bricks and tiles, so they collapsed and the house was reduced to ruins.
The stone slabs are as fragile as slag. They will crack and shatter when the wind blows, and there will be flying ash everywhere.
The wells and ponds were filled with the corpses of cattle, sheep, chickens and dogs. Their eyes were soaked and turned white, and their abdomens were as distended as mountains.
Looking around, there are desolate and dilapidated scenes everywhere.
Who can believe that just yesterday, this market was still a prosperous spring scene, and the villagers were preparing for sacrifices and going all out for the year-round farming.
Today, the human world has turned into a ghostland, with not a single living person around, and all living animals and animals are dead.
The wind blew, and a shrill cry sounded, "Ninth Prince, Ninth Prince."
The ghosts were vague in the wind, mixed with thousands of bloodshot eyes that were floating and rising, sweeping through the streets and open spaces of the market, and passing through the frozen crowds, looking for the 'Ninth Prince' in their mouths.
However, there were shouts and shouts, but there was no trace of the Ninth Prince.
"Ninth Prince, Ninth Prince."
The howling of ghosts and wolves in the wind became more and more shrill, covering the entire market.
Swish, brush, brush!
Many people who were standing frozen on the spot suddenly turned their heads and looked at the direction where the shouts came from in the wind.
Winter winter winter.
Because the action was too intense, and the flesh and bones of these 'people' were too fragile, more than a hundred heads were twisted off on the spot and fell to the ground like balls, smashing to pieces like ripe watermelons.
"I'm coming."
The heads on the neck and the broken heads that fell to pieces on the ground opened their mouths one after another, exposing their rotten gums, and uttered two repeated words.
"Ninth Prince!"
The shrill voice suddenly stopped.
In the crowd, a group of villagers, men, women and children, all showed strange smiles, and more and more maggots came out of their eye sockets.
"Come, come, come."
Their tone of voice turned into a short, urgent sound, and the rhythm became faster and faster.
At a certain moment, countless silk threads fell from the sky, pierced into their bodies, hooked on their bones, and then lifted up violently.
Wow!
The bones and flesh were separated as easily as a stewed chicken and duck. With a slight shake, the whole body bones of the villagers in the open space were broken out, hanging in the air like a large forest of bones.
However, the puddles of mud on the ground are actually the flesh and blood and internal organs that have been removed from the bones, mixed together without distinguishing each other.
"It sucks away the soul and essence, leaving behind an empty shell to deceive others."
"It is indeed a trap. The Ninth Prince has already run away."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sky full of bones broke through the air and disappeared into the gray sky.
Countless insects emerged from the soil and cracks in the rocks in an instant, turning into a tide and submerging the flesh and mud, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.