Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

Chapter 11 Lingyao Tengguang, Devouring Canxia and Confucian Style
"The majestic ghost clan will stand for a hundred generations, and our clan will be immortal for thousands of years!"

"The majestic ghost clan will stand for a hundred generations, and our clan will be immortal for thousands of years!"

The ghost tribe was in a certain garrison in the miserable environment, and saw a man standing on the commanding platform, wearing silver armor and holding a skeleton sickle, scanning the excited ghost soldiers below.

The rough appearance is not angry and majestic, and there are words in the mouth
"Another group of ghost soldiers didn't come back, damn it, a bunch of trash!"

It is called sickle maniac, and it is the general under the command of the ghost tyrant Xiao. Now that the high-end combat power of the two sides is mutually restrained, he is responsible for the dispatch of part of the troops.

Originally, he was not so irritable, but after more than 60 years of suffering, he became more and more irritable.

Whether it is the Sword Clan or the West Yellow Buddhist Realm, they are nothing more than chickens and dogs, stubbornly resisting.

But under this premise, his ghost pawns had changed several times, and they didn't even find the shadow of the murderer.

The result of the investigation was that the ground was covered with scorched bones, which was extremely brutal.

Killing ghosts is nothing more than nodding, ghosts are good men when they return to the ghost prison, but none of the dead ghosts left even ghosts behind.

The ghost was furious, but fortunately the prime minister interceded for him, so he was able to save his life.

The high-end combat power of the two sides restrained each other, and the task of finding out who was behind the scenes fell to him, which happened to be a crime.

Then he didn't make any achievements in 30 years, and he didn't even find any clues. But if there were any clues, he could find a way to find out and kill the other party.

The more sickle man thought about it, the more impatient he became. It seemed that his anger was rising, and he felt that the temperature around him was much higher.

"General, it's so hot around here."

The sudden rise in temperature made the ghost soldier beside Sickle Mang couldn't help but speak.

"Damn it, what do you need to say? I know!"

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon. Lian Feng took a look, and saw a fiery energy pouring down from the sky, distorting the scene in front of him.

The sudden discovery sent a chill down his spine.

If we say that the state of Taishi is passively in harmony with the heaven and the earth, the heaven and the earth are like the sea and the body is like a fish, and can only drift with the current; then the state of the beginning of time is to fill the world with its own energy, the sky and the earth are like the sea, and itself is like a mountain, and can compete for a place in the sea .

"General, Tai. Sun, two two. Two.. two!"

In the distorted scene, the ghost soldier looked up, only to see the heat wave tumbling, and the sky appeared double sun.

"Huh? Damn it! Who dares to play tricks in front of me! Get out of me!"

The strange scene in front of him frightened everyone present, and while sickening madly, he was even more angry.

This kind of madman who tortures and kills ghosts and regards ghosts as proud of nothing, he wants to know.

When the words fell, the golden crow fell to the ground, and howled all over the field in an instant.
"Zhenwuteng burns the torch fire, devours the Canxia and guards the style of Confucianism; the spirit follows a hundred turns and thousands of brilliance, and the light shines on the world and doubles forever."

The flames of Zhiyang poured down from the sky, and the ghosts on the scene were unable to react in time. The ghosts and their flesh and blood were completely reduced to flying ashes, leaving only countless scorched bones to kneel down, seeming to repent and surrender.

A person descended from the sky, with red hair and high beams, wearing a red-striped Confucian shirt with a white background, very eye-catching in the flames, adding a bit of coldness to the burning fire.

Shen Wei pressed down, pointing to the platform to bear the brunt, sinking three inches into the ground.

"So you are the murderer! Report your name to me! I want to see who dares to be an enemy of my ghost clan!"

Seeing the tragic death of countless ghosts, Sickle Maniac ignored the instinctive warning of the crisis and yelled angrily.

"I'm just an ordinary Confucian scholar passing by. You must have never heard of it. Besides, how can ghosts who have lost their souls remember people's names?"

If Lin Chongyang hadn't entered the country some time ago, he really wouldn't be sure to come here alone. This place is already in the hinterland occupied by the ghost clan, and it is more or less dangerous.

Before he started, he had already cut off the reinforcements that might come around, and he didn't sense the danger of life and death, so he only hoped that the Buddha was reliable enough to really restrain the ghost.

The gap between the four realms and the five realms is like an abyss, and it is important to have self-knowledge when walking in the rivers and lakes.

"You fart!"

Before the words fell, I saw the sickle man mentioning the ghost yuan, and the skeleton and sickle rushed to kill him.

But I saw Lin Chongyang standing majestically, his aura moved according to his heart, causing the Yang fire to roll back and turn into several sword auras.

One block at a time, one block at a time, and the arm holding the knife turned into coke and was cut off by Qi Gen.

The heart-piercing pain penetrated deep into the bone marrow, burning the primordial spirit, coupled with the severed arm, his body suddenly became unstable and fell to the ground.

"What? The ghost race can kill the human race at will, so why not allow others to use the same means to act on you?

It's not to blame people in the righteous way to eliminate demons and defend the way, but you really deserve to die. "

The vitality of the surrounding world has been completely filled by his aura, Lin Chongyang is not worried that this ghost will escape, looking at the establishment of this place, the other party's status in Yama's ghost prison is not low, but he only has such strength.

Then it can be determined that what the ghost prison relies on is only the resurrection from the dead, and the high-end combat power is only the sky ghost.

But there was someone else in the formation, a blue figure flashed in Lin Chongyang's mind.

The Fu family of Yan Luo Ghost Prison, the current Fu Zixi, the future Ghost Qi Master, the so-called number one ghost wisdom in the Three Realms.

As an aristocrat of the ghost prison and the assistant of the sky ghost, he has the duties similar to the prime minister in the ghost prison. The opponent has the ability, but the place of the ghost prison is too small, which limits his vision and limits his performance.

When the future ghost dies, in order to survive, after leaving the ghost prison, although his horizons have been broadened and he has room to develop, he is trapped in the vortex of the ghost clan, evil gods, and blood relatives, and finally escapes by death.

This person said that he is strong, Fu Zixi has all the things that a wise man should not have, not only pays attention to feelings, but also has a very high bottom line, and his stand is firm enough. The two sides have not even made any poisonous tricks so far.

But let’s say he is weak. In the future, he will instigate all countries to launch the Battle of the Blood River, which will lead to the slaughter of people and ghosts, and will open the entrance to the underworld, causing the chaos of demons, causing chaos in the three worlds of heaven, earth and people, laying the foundation for the war of spirits and ghosts. Greened the original demon king of Youjie twice and still hasn't been killed, his resume is pretty good.

At least for now, Lin Chongyang thinks that he has nothing to do with a wise man, and if the other party plots against him, then he has nothing to do.

But if the two sides meet, it depends on who is stronger. He doesn't mind cutting off a scourge in advance. If they don't meet, it will just save trouble.

"Bah! How can the human race compare with the ghost race! But you are better than me, and I have nothing to say if I died at your hands today."

Sickle Maniac stood up again, and although his words were still vulgar inside and out, they were also somewhat virtuous.

It is enough to see that the ghost clan during the reign of the heavenly ghost still has some merits, although it is useless, after all, the invasion is the first, and the disaster is the last.

Killers kill each other, and the karma of karma has its own definite number.

"The person who killed you, Tengguang Lingyao Lin Chongyang, if there is an afterlife, don't do evil again."

When the voice falls, the thought moves instantly, the sword energy strikes the body, cuts the body of the ghost, destroys the soul of the ghost, and people will not stay.

Only the raging fire witnessed everything that happened here, and the charred bones of the kneeling ground burned with the flames and turned into fly ash, which was scattered in this foreign country.

　On that day, the [-]-year-old Chongyang finally read the poem number for the first time in his life, and thanked his predecessors for writing the poem number.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)