Tens of thousands of ghosts and monsters resonated and responded at the same time. The ghost aura was like a pitch-black sea of ​​clouds, and the roar of ghosts, like rolling thunder, shook the sky and resounded throughout the battlefield. Countless ghosts fused spontaneously, and the new pearl-colored soul body was stronger and colder. The resentful souls bit and devoured each other, and the scarlet ghost eyes turned dark red, like the flames of **** burning in the abyss.

It is the voice of the ghost king's soul that makes them transform and become stronger. The ghosts devoured the advanced stage and made a more piercing ghost howling sound. The human beings who had been intoxicated by the sound of the horn before were all awakened, their ears buzzed as if they were deaf, and their brains went blank.

At first they didn't understand what was going on. In the camp of the infected, the elder brother who guarded the bonfire suddenly woke up and found himself lying on the ground, his eyes were sore and swollen, and his vision was a little blurred. The first reaction was that the grave worms had invaded the brain nerves, and he had no choice but to wait for death, so he couldn't help feeling sad. But then he saw the huge figure towering into the sky in the distance, and immediately reacted, jumping up from the ground.

Damn it, giant grave beasts appear, and human beings are at stake. He was going to burn his life and rush to the battlefield to blow himself up, why did he pass out before—huh?

"Muyang, are you awake?"

The eldest brother said in a low voice vigilantly, and looked around in a slightly dazed manner.

"I heard something vaguely just now, you..."

The eldest brother suddenly fell silent, and his rationality gradually returned, his scalp numb from the ear-piercing ghost whistling. He is a ghost raiser who has been active in the ghost domain all year round, so of course he knows what this sound means. Immediately, he was shocked, his face was pale, deep despair welled up in his heart, and his weak body swayed.

At this time, someone next to him reached out and helped him. The eldest brother was still immersed in panic, with a distorted expression on his face that seemed to be crying but not crying, he grabbed Muyang with his backhand, and said in a trembling voice, "It's over, Muyang, we're over."

Who can withstand the double attack of grave bugs and ghost tides. After today, I am afraid that the Yangjiaping Safe Zone and these people will completely cease to exist.

"It's not over."

Mu Yang finally said the first words since he woke up, and his elder brother smiled wryly and shook his head, he became numb after being extremely desperate: "Ghosts and grave worms are here, who can bear it."

After hearing his words, Mu Yang opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but finally closed it again. In fact, just a moment ago, his thoughts were the same as that of his elder brother, and the thoughts of thousands of people on the battlefield or who were about to evacuate from the safe zone. On the battlefield, ghosts and humans are natural enemies, and they will only die when they encounter each other.

This is Muyang's unshakable cognition all along, and it is also what everyone has been taught since childhood, just as natural as the sun rising in the east and setting in the west.

But now, Muyang's faith has been shaken.

"Look carefully."

He said dryly and emphatically: "Look again." Then Muyang's voice dropped, ignored the man, and murmured alone: ​​"I prayed before, hoping for a miracle."

Save humanity and save them too.

But now a miracle has come, but it is so unbelievable, unimaginable, even unbelievable, and the three views are shaken.

Look again, what are you looking at?

Full of doubts, the eldest brother suppressed his impatience and looked in the direction Mu Yang pointed. Suddenly he froze in place, rubbing his eyes in disbelief. When he confirmed that everything in front of him was not false and completely real, he stood there dumbfounded as if his three views were broken.

"I, am I right?"

"The ghost tide is... devouring the grave beast?"

The snow-white ghosts all over the sky surrounded Wu Rong like a tornado penetrating the sky and the ground. The white ghosts fused together in the sound of howling wind, and new pearl-colored ghosts flew out of it, flying in the air in groups. The clouds above the sky were originally covered by the rotten mist rising from the cemetery, giving off the cold and rotten atmosphere unique to the cemetery, but after the ghosts passed by, the tomb fog was gradually swallowed by them!

After devouring the rotten mist, some ghosts disappeared, while others became thicker and more solid. The ghosts that swallowed more rotting mist underwent more drastic changes. Their outer outlines gradually blurred and disappeared, but their insides were as crystal clear as crystal. In the end, a ghost as small and delicate as a swallow was born from the ghost. They are as magnificent and beautiful as gemstones, and their bodies are amber in color. When they fly, their movements are far more clever and faster than the ghosts that just fluttered in a daze before, as if they have spirituality.

The little ghost that was first born flew to Wu Rong's side like a baby swallow throwing itself into a forest, and flew around him, whistling like the sound of wind. Wu Rong raised his hand and curled his fingers, and the ghost immediately landed on his fingertips.

"Go."

With Wu Rong's finger, the ghost flew up again, and flew a few times in a daze, until a whistle sounded, and it immediately rushed towards the direction of the whistle like a carrier pigeon that had received an order.

Master Lingyun put down his bone whistle and looked at the ghost hovering cheerfully above his head, with a bit of nostalgia in his eyes. In his previous life, he was in charge of the soul bird camp, with tens of thousands of soul birds under him, including three soul bird kings. Although they are not as powerful as Su Xiaomi's wraith generals, they are also not as good as the vanguard of the coffin old man, the ghost dog army of the ghost dog king, and even worse than the Yangui under Hongxiu's subordinates in frontal combat. But they are the best scouts and the fastest messengers.

Now those ghost country legions that once traveled over half of the earth and whose reputation made the whole world tremble are gone, and this soul bird is just the lowest. But they all know that all this is only temporary. As long as Wu Rong is there, the centripetal force of the ghost country will be there, and everything will soon be back on track.

Just thinking about the future and the impact that this battle will have after the end of this battle, Master Ling Yun has a headache.

Alas, worry.

"Damn it, my vanguard, my vanguard—"

Master Lingyun was always sad because of a newborn soul bird, but he didn't know that there were two pairs of eyes staring at him. The coffin old man was going crazy with jealousy, he was unwilling to stare at Master Ling Yun's soul bird, and he gritted his teeth angrily. Damn it, it's too hateful, he knew that Yun Zhongke, a cunning guy, would please the king the most. Why did he have his soul bird first? This kind of weak chicken is a big **** in real combat.

Why not give birth to his ever-victorious vanguard first, who can definitely crush those little bugs on the cemetery into pieces.

The coffin old man, who is so small and awkward, will only sulk himself when encountering this kind of thing, flatten his mouth with grievances, and accept all decisions made by Wu Rong. But one of them is a powerful character. Many more soul birds were born, and the body was full of soul birds. Master Ling Yun, who was in a hurry to drive them to devour the rotting mist, suddenly shivered, and his back felt cold.

He shivered, and reflexively went to look at Hongxiu. But just as he saw the red phantom taking a step forward, respectfully patting his chest and saluting, the female voice was resolute, with fighting spirit like a sonorous rose: "Please fight, my king, please allow me!"

The place where the red sleeve is pointing is the direction where the high priest is standing! Layers of light red mist lingered around her phantom, ethereal and charming like a red sari, but under the agitation of fighting spirit, it became solidified, like a blood-red armor. The close-fitting battle armor outlines a perfect figure with bumps and convexities, but the most eye-catching thing is the two long-handled sledgehammers condensed by blood and resentment in her hands!

The old man in the coffin shivered subconsciously when he saw the two spiked hammerheads, and shrank instinctively, straight to the back of Master Ling Yun, and carefully hid some scattered bandages behind Master Ling Yun's back. The expression on Master Ling Yun's face was also a little stiff. He joined Ghost Country late, when Hongxiu's soul core was unstable due to old injuries, he no longer went to the battlefield, and instead became the prime minister of Ghost Country, managing Ghost Country in an orderly manner.

But even so, her reputation still lingers. When going out to fight, sometimes ghosts would be so frightened that they would run away when they heard Hongxiu's name. It is said that in the beginning, a large part of the territory of the ghost country was hammered down by Hongxiu. Those who refused to surrender and surrender their territory obediently, or those rebellious people who had ghosts in their hearts after they took refuge were all smashed by her.

Even the arrogant and arrogant coffin old man who loves to kill enemies on the battlefield slips away when he sees the red sleeves—they ghost country people, except Master Ling Yun who seems too fragile, have all been hammered by the red sleeves. These indelible and painful memories came back after Hongxiu sacrificed these two sledgehammers again. She didn't care about the reactions of Old Coffin and the others, she only had Wu Rong in her eyes, and she was extremely focused.

When Wu Rong shook her head, she didn't have any objection or complaint, she just quietly put away the sledgehammer, stood aside, bowed her head seriously, and would not miss a single word of Wu Rong.

"You timid rats are not qualified to let you do it."

Hearing his words, Hongxiu humbly pursed her lips and lowered her head with a smile, but the next moment she saw her attack suddenly, and the sharp and bright red nails flashed across the space in front of her, almost to the sound of breaking through the air.

"I was the one who was presumptuous and abrupt, and I hope the ghost king will forgive me."

A figure gradually emerged in the space scratched by her sharp nails, like the smudge of an ink painting. Antler mask, black and red robe. The high priest's red lips curled up, and his voice was melodious and ethereal, like a ding-dong of spring water: "If I knew that there would be a beautiful and powerful ghost like you coming, I would never miss the opportunity to be with you in real life."

With a regretful tone, he licked his lips with his tongue. Even wearing a mask, you can still feel the eyes with strong greed and plundering desire, licking Wu Rong's whole body like the cold letter of a poisonous snake, with a morbid neurotic admiration and madness.

"Take these as my meeting gift to you, and look forward to our next meeting."

The high priest smiled, and when he nodded his head, the antlers shook, and the bone fragments hanging on it rustled, which melted into the exclamation on his lips: "You are so beautiful, so beautiful. If someone like you can join the Holy Wedge Society , it must be my honor. I hope we can talk about it in detail next time we meet..."

"You really think." Suddenly, Wu Rong said indifferently, "Is it possible to sit back and relax just by appearing in the incorporeal body?"

The moment his voice fell, two flames suddenly appeared on the phantom of the high priest as if they had been prepared, and burned blazingly!