Update time:2012-04-17

While they were squeezing, the yellow scarf warriors who were chasing from behind arrived.

This means that you cannot swim in the Ghost River, and you will die if you go in. If it were an ordinary big river, even if the possibility of drowning was 50%, you would have jumped in desperately.

The Yellow Turban Warriors slowly approached the Ghost River Bridge with steady steps.

The tens of thousands of troops here are not tens of thousands of ants. When they gather together in one place, they are really spread over the mountains and plains. A mere two hundred yellow scarf warriors cannot surround them at all. However, the indigenous soldiers running along the way are thinking of escaping home, and there are many behind them.

Being chased by the Yellow Turban Warriors, they had no time to think about it, so they gathered together and ran to the Ghost River.

But now there was no way forward. Seeing the Yellow Turban warriors chasing them, the indigenous soldiers who were lagging behind could not stay still. They dispersed and ran wildly along the Ghost River to the north and south sides.

The yellow scarf warriors separated into teams on both sides to pursue, but one of the remaining warriors jumped up suddenly and ignited dazzling flames in the air, like the rising sun in the east. The light shone brightly, making the area near the Ghost River Bridge pale.

The jostling and noisy indigenous soldiers looked back at the sky in astonishment. In their horrified eyes, the ball of flames quickly fell to the center of the Ghost River Bridge with a sharp roar.

There was a loud bang, and the violent shock wave instantly formed a blank area about a hundred meters in diameter at the landing point. All the indigenous soldiers here were reduced to ashes the moment they landed.

But compared to other indigenous people, these people who were reduced to ashes in an instant are undoubtedly extremely lucky.

After the violent explosion, flames like a tide spurted out in all directions from the center point of landing, spreading along the Ghost River Bridge to the east and west sides, like a flood passing through, unstoppable.

Everything touched by the fire in front of the natives burned immediately, but they could not die for a while. The flames were very strange, as pale as snow, burning on the natives and covering their whole bodies, but not even a corner of their clothes was burned.

The burned natives were in agony, and small flames were spraying out from all the orifices in their bodies, as if even their internal organs were on fire. They were wailing in pain, but they could not fall down, and their bodies seemed to be out of control.

As if they were burning, they rushed towards the place where the soldiers were densely packed, and the flames on their bodies were also extremely contagious. They would catch fire if they came close to them, and they would ignite when they touched them. Every soldier who was burned became an automatic Molotov cocktail, and

More flames were brought among the native soldiers.

The indigenous soldiers on the bridge had long been huddled together, unable to move at all. They watched helplessly as the soldiers who were burned into white balls collided with them. They were so frightened that they screamed and squirmed desperately, but they could not dodge.

Finally, the indigenous soldiers close to the bridge held on and were forced to fall off the bridge one after another.

The Ghost River was boiling, and countless resentful spirits cheered and pulled every indigenous soldier who fell into the water into the bottom of the unfathomable river. Since the existence of the Ghost River for countless years, there have probably never been as many people falling into the water as there are today. This makes the resentful spirits

How could we not be excited? But the resentful spirits were only excited for a while. When the indigenous soldiers with white fire on their bodies also began to fall under the bridge, the resentful spirits still pounced up without taking it seriously, but suddenly

When it touched the white fire, it immediately burned. This time, the effect was clearly visible. The resentful soul that touched the white fire immediately shrank and condensed. Amidst the squeaking and screaming, it turned into a round white fireball, shrinking

When it reaches the extreme, it explodes, turning into large pieces of fire that explode in all directions. The fire spots are only the size of a finger, but the effect is generally good. Any resentful soul that touches a little will be burned immediately.

This white fire is not an ordinary fire, nor is it the function that comes with the flame tube that Yong Bowen ordered from Yu Chengshi Company, but the innate spell of this yellow scarf warrior. The core spirit of this yellow scarf warrior was originally underground of the Tianchi volcano in Changbai Mountain.

A flaming beast was born in the lava river. It screamed for joy and was named the flaming beast. It had the opportunity to cultivate into a spirit monster. However, in the middle of the Tang Dynasty, the demon clan moved to another world. He had not yet become a powerful being and stayed in the world with other little monsters and monsters.

After practicing for thousands of years, he has become a great demon.

However, since the Qing Dynasty entered the country, the conflict between shamanism and esotericism and various sects in the Central Plains has become increasingly fierce. Several sects in the Central Plains moved to the Northeast in order to suppress the shamanism that took advantage of the influence of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, such as the current Caiqing sect and Zixiao sect.

All sects moved outside the customs at that time, and of course the most typical one is Pang Zengxiang’s Changbai sect. Originally, the Changbai sect’s gate was in Changbai Mountain in Shandong, but later it was moved to Changbai Mountain in the northeast, so the name of the sect did not even need to be changed.

The Central Plains sect of numbers came out of the pass in large numbers. Not only was the shamanism under great pressure, but the wild spirits outside the pass were also oppressed.

Originally, the area outside the Pass was vast, and there was only Shamanism and it was not very powerful. The wild mountains and ridges were full of monsters. They were usually free and unrestrained. They were not in conflict with Shamanism, so it was peaceful.

But after the Central Plains sect moved in, they occupied a lot of land and built mountain gates. They were very busy catching monsters and monsters. Especially the Changbai sect was good at training animals. What they liked most was the kind of low-level people who were just starting to have their intelligence and were still chaotic.

Little demons can be put to various uses after being caught and trained a little.

This effort brought out thousand-year-old monsters such as Ru Yanjing Beast. Several big monsters united to attack these human sects. However, these big monsters also knew in their hearts that the world now belongs to humans, not to humans.

Monsters, if they really wanted to form a deadly feud and destroy these human sects, it would be their turn to be unlucky, so the initial plan was just to exert pressure to make these new sects abide by the peace originally agreed with the shamanism.

Rules of coexistence.

Who would have thought that since these sects dared to leave the pass, they were all powerful people, and because they moved for the benefit of the various sects in the pass, they received strong sponsorship from other sects, and they have many magic weapons at the bottom of the box. These few

The big demon Fengfenghuohuo came to the door. As a result, except for the flame-calling beast who quickly escaped when he saw the opportunity, the other big demons were suppressed with great force. Several died and a few were captured alive. Their end was miserable.

The flame-screaming beast was also seriously injured. He didn't dare to stay in Changbai Mountain anymore and ran away quickly. The journey didn't matter. Only then did he realize that the world was vast and there was no place for a monster like him. He would be recognized wherever he went.

, he was chased from behind and yelled at to be killed. He was severely injured, and he was never allowed to rest. He could not use 30% of his strength. He was chased with no way to go to the sky and no way to the earth. He was really depressed to death, and finally fled to the East China Sea.

, with the help of several big monsters from the East China Sea, it finally settled down. When the Holy See and the Wizards Guild allied forces invaded, the monsters from the East China Sea formed a demon unified front and became the leader.

He hesitantly acted as the vanguard and killed some human mages. He gained a reputation for being vicious. As a result, he was given special attention in the Battle of Huanggongyu Island and was besieged by dozens of powerful mages. His death was quite tragic. He could not rest after his death, even his spirit.

They were all taken away and suppressed.

This white fire is the innate spell of the Flame Calling Beast. It is called Soul Flame. It specializes in souls. No matter you are a human, demon, god, tiger or dog, as long as you have a soul, just touch it. In the end, all the souls will be burned into a concentrated mass.

Called Soul Flame, when the time comes, the Flame Called Beast will take back this concentrated calling soul to nourish itself.

It's just that now this flame-calling beast has lost all its past memories, leaving only the instinctive intelligence and innate spells it had when it first became a demon. Although it can still instinctively cast the soul flame, it can no longer retract it. This is troublesome.

But it's grown up.

There are tens of thousands of resentful souls gathered under the Ghost Bridge. In terms of density, they are much larger than the natives on the bridge. As soon as the white fire falls into the river, it is like sparks falling into the oil pan.

It started to burn in an instant and spread rapidly along the Ghost River. At a glance, it seemed as if the entire river was on fire, with white fire dancing! The screams of the ghosts mixed with the wails of the indigenous soldiers on the bridge, blending into one.

A strange whimpering sound, like the passing of a strong wind, resounded throughout the sky.

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