Now the only one who can fight Fan Congwen's artifact is his own power.

When Wang Silisi reached this point, his clear face became more and more firm.

Su Hong kept Jiang Futing's instructions in mind. No matter what Wang Sili said, he insisted on his beliefs and said without hesitation: "Jiang Futing only has one very simple requirement for you, which is peace. So no matter what you are

Useful or useless.”

Halfway through his words, a very dazzling white light suddenly lit up in front of him.

At the same time, a yang aura that threatened him was domineeringly filled the entire yard.

His sensitivity to crisis made him take a step back with conditioned reflex when the light flashed. After he stood firm, he noticed the white breath coming out of Wang Sili's palm.

The white light rising in the girl's hand made the yin energy around her suddenly feel like a big enemy, rushing to disperse!

The burned yin energy is like water droplets at high temperature, and it is evaporated while emitting black smoke.

Su Hong was shocked by the white light in her hand. He only knew that this girl had a relatively simple relationship between Jiang Futing, and perhaps a little different, but he didn't expect it to be so different.

The yang energy of Wang Sili's cultivation is the yang energy that the Changsheng School has driven them to exhaustion.

This kind of power is a one-sided crush for most ordinary ghost cultivators.

Su Hong hesitated when he reached his mouth.

Wang Sili put away the white light in his palm, and the sudden rising high temperature around him slowly fell back. She asked tentatively: "Can I follow you?"

Su Hong did not answer immediately, and her original determination was a little shaken by her sincere gaze.

The fundamental reason is that if Wang Sili's power is really used, he will no longer have to be suppressed by the people of the Changsheng Sect during the battle. He doesn't know how much he can recover from the sacrificed ghost cultivators and ghost soldiers.

On the one hand, he was Jiang Futing’s kindness and instructions, and on the other hand, he was filled with countless ghosts who died in the underworld. He was hit by both sides and felt a little swollen.

And just when he was unable to make a decision, reality gave him a lasting shot.

A strong cold wind suddenly rolled up in the distance, rushing towards them in a hurry!

Those who dare to rush around in Yucheng without regard to control are the only ones who get information from the front line.

And judging from the other party's rushing momentum, it is obviously not good news.

Su Hong almost subconsciously felt a hint of anxiety from the strong wind that caused the other party, and his heart, which had been relaxed for a few minutes, was regained again.

He turned around and stared at the direction the breath came. In a few breaths, a large shadow of sesame seeds had already fallen in front of him.

"City Lord!" The ghost messenger knelt down in a hurry, not even being able to treat him.

"No need to be polite, what happened?" Su Hong didn't care about the details at this time and directly pulled the person up with one hand.

The ghost messenger raised his head and his face was still unable to suppress the horror in his eyes: "Eternal Life Sect!"

His voice trembled and continued: "A few minutes ago, the elder of the Eternal Sect took out something. He took action, but in the blink of an eye, all the soldiers rushing to the vanguard in the neighboring city were wiped out!"

"What?" Su Hongba raised his voice: "Do you see clearly what it is?"

"I didn't see it very clearly...it looked like a crescent moon." He thought for a moment and said uncertainly, but when he thought of the attack brought by the magic weapon, his voice was filled with fear:

"The power in that magic weapon is purer than the yang energy they fought when they fought! With our abilities, let alone counterattacks, we don't even have the ability to resist!"

Wang Sili, who had been listening to the back for a long time, suddenly spoke: "Is that true?"

After she finished speaking, the white gas jumped out of her fingertips again.

The ghost officer didn't even see it. Just feeling the breath of the Sun was like a mouse seeing a cat, and he retreated a few meters away.

"Yes..." He opened his dead eyes wide and said in panic: "It's this, it's this!"

"Exactly the same as this one!"

Guicha pointed at the thing in Wang Sili's hand with trembling fingers. The white gas reflected in his eyes like a life-seeking god of death. He looked at Su Hong with lingering fear, and even his words were unsuccessful: "This person?

Why does she have it? It’s this yang energy!"

He was so scared that he was fascinated and whispered.

Su Hong glanced at him from a high point. With his stern look, he calmed down a little, and knew that he was rude to withdraw his hand, but his timid eyes floated by Wang Sili's hands from time to time.

Then he asked timidly: "Sir, what should I do now?"

Su Hong thought for a moment and asked back: "Does there any clear statements on other mansions? Or do you have any actions?"

This problem made the ghost officer calm down, and kept falling and falling to the bottom of the valley. He replied in a low voice: "No."

Su Hong's brows gradually frowned: "There is no troops being dispatched?"

The ghost messenger lowered his head and his whole body was instantly shrouded in the darkness: "No."

"Aren't representatives from major sects coming to discuss this matter some time ago?" Su Hong found that the matter was wrong and immediately questioned.

"I heard that I didn't discuss any results, at least half of them have gone back."

"Go back?" Su Hong clenched his hands tightly, and for a moment he was a little confused about the intentions of these mansions above.

The underworld cities are in danger. Do these prefecture kings have no intention of taking action, but have been sitting out of the matter and ignored it?

So what should these ghosts in the rain of bullets?

In the confused mind, he made the next decision by himself, and Su Hong suddenly turned around and looked at the girl who had been waiting behind him for a long time: "I can bring you with me, but I have the conditions."

Wang Sili nodded first without waiting for him to ask any conditions.

Su Hong said seriously: "War between the two sides is not a joke. You must follow me all the time. Without my permission, you are forbidden to act without permission and act on your own. Remember?"

As long as Wang Sili can use his abilities and hold back Fan Congwen and the others, she will nod no matter how Su Hong commands.

"Let's go." He attacked the ghost hiding beside him, and Su Hong walked with a gaze to greet his troops to prepare for assistance.

By the way, I took this opportunity to send a message to Lin Ling and asked what these men of the mansion were thinking.

But Lin Ling is in a situation that is not much better than Su Hong.

The first time a few mansions who were rarely seen on weekdays sat together so neatly.

However, his face was filled with indifference, and he obviously didn't care much about the shocking moments outside.

Lin Ling was so angry that she was so angry that she was so angry that she was so angry that she could smoke from her orifices.

She walked around the people sitting around like a fly for several times, then sat back and forth hard on her seat. The stool underneath "squeaked" in pain, and then swayed in protest.

I shook, and then calmed down again after I found it was useless.

Lin Ling grabbed the wine pot on the table without hesitation and sniffed directly at the spout: "What are you thinking? You haven't taken action at this time? When are you waiting for that?

Have the grasshoppers in the world succeeded in our lives? Wait until those cities are slaughtered?"

"Are you all crazy? Or have you been in a position for a long time in these twenty years, and your brain is rusted?"

Her machine gun-like mouth was all the same, and no matter how many seniors she was sitting there, they were all tens of thousands of years older than her, and they were squirting everywhere.

At this time, a man in a black robe next to him spoke quietly: "Since you know the result, why waste that energy?"

"That's it." After he finished speaking, the man with a delicate white face leaned against him intentionally or unintentionally, and said indifferently: "Anyway, he will not succeed. The old bastard in Guixu was then

You can't bear to die and be clean. It's a matter of time before you make a comeback. Do you think you'll stop it now and you won't come out in the future?"

After looking at each other, the remaining three cleared their throats dryly, umbling vaguely, nodding in agreement at different rhythms.

Lin Ling stood up with oppression, glanced at the crowd present, and placed the wine pot heavily on the table: "Is it known? Where did I know the result?"

She said, throwing out her phone roughly: "Just this broken game?!"

There was a silence on the table.

She was so angry that she wanted to slap people by the brain circuit of this group of people, and laughed out loud: "After all, you are a dignified mansion. You have been in this underworld for tens of thousands of years, but you have been holding back tens of thousands of years for tens of thousands of years.

Is this a brain?"

Perhaps because she said it too badly, the pretty white-faced young man finally couldn't calm down and said, "What's going on in this game? After trying it for so many years, don't you still know?"

"Since Haotian died and the world was restored, everything has changed. The original rules, order, and power have been disrupted, and they are all not within the common sense we know. The exhaustion of energy has not changed.

, How should it go to death in the past, but now it still goes to death."

"Besides, every direction that has been set on this game, what time does the actual result not be the same as this game? Since the game has set the trajectory for us, wouldn't it be good to follow the top obediently?"

He said as he lay on the chair, crossing his legs comfortably:

"It's worry-free and labor-saving. It's quite comfortable to wait for the world to disappear. It's like a long life."

He turned his head and looked at the man in black robe next to him: "You said yes? Baozi."

The cold-nosed man called Baozi agreed with the "happiness".

Lin Ling rolled her eyes directly at the two of them: "Is that a big deal? Are you worthy of everything Bai Tang is doing then and now? Are you worthy of the ghosts who are struggling hard outside?"

"Oh, your reminder makes sense." The white-faced man used his arms to support his upper body to the handrail: "Then let all the fortified and the dying ghosts retreat, maybe everyone can survive in this way."

"Yuerong!" Lin Ling teleported directly to him, grabbed his collar and looked at him with gritted teeth.

Yuerong raised his arm and squeezed her hand tightly at the collar. His eyes, which were still careless, suddenly became cold and said coldly: "Lin Ling, you have only lived for twenty years, and all of us here are here.

I have lived for tens of thousands of years. Which one has not experienced strong storms, and which one has not crawled out of the juncture of life and death?”

Lin Ling paused, she pursed her lips and stared at the nearly cold-blooded person in front of her unwillingly.

"You will not understand. You have not witnessed the power of fate with your own eyes. You will not understand how terrible the power of fate is, and you will not understand how powerless you are before that thing arrives."
Chapter completed!