I have a weird dynasty

Chapter 368: Encounter by Chance (asking for monthly ticket)

The drama face on the head is obviously the power of the God of Drama. Asking the God of Drama to take action will cost an extraordinary price.

Daxuan was not completely unprepared. When the strange phenomenon appeared in the sky, the yellow-robed Taoist priest Xuanqing had already ordered his accompanying disciples to set up the altar and tributes that had been prepared long ago.

He stood behind the table, holding a peach wood sword and muttering to himself.

Every time he recited a sentence, the disciples around him followed suit.

"Yin and Yang are confused, and the people are suffering. I sincerely pray that the Taoist Lord will come to the world!"

"Show your power to defeat the devil, and cleanse the filth with righteousness. With the protection of spiritual light, all evil spirits will be destroyed!"

"Hurry up and obey the command, punish the evildoer!"

The Taoist priest in yellow robe raised the peach wood sword and slashed it fiercely at the face of the actor in the sky. An invisible sword light with tyrannical and domineering power directly tore the face of the actor into pieces, leaving a black mark.

However, as the sword was slashed down, the yellow-robed Taoist priest and the dozens of robed disciples around him who were protecting him all had their black hair turn white, their plump skin became dry and wrinkled, and their lifespan was quickly exhausted.

The Taoist priest in yellow robe held on, watching the black mark in the middle of the actor's face gradually expand outwards into an indescribable shape, constantly eroding the face that was trying to return to its original state.

The person who had seen the play face and had blood coming out of all his orifices, when he saw the black mark in the middle of the play face again, before he fell to the ground, his whole body was torn apart by an invisible force, and his intestines flowed all over the ground.

"Keep your head down and close your eyes. Don't look directly at ghosts and gods!"

The Taoist priest in yellow robe shouted loudly, and the whole army followed suit. The sound spread to every corner of the battlefield, wave after wave.

"The wind is coming! The clouds are coming!"

The Taoist priest in yellow robe gathered his last bit of strength, grabbed the tribute rice on the table and threw it towards the lamp. Amid the burst of flames, a strong wind blew up, and dark clouds rolled in, gradually obscuring everything, making it impossible to see the contest between the Taoist Master and the God of Drama.

Without the suppression of the God of Drama, Daxuan's soldiers put on the Toushi stone weapons they carried with them and continued to fight with the corpses of the resurrected Qianshou army.

Deputy General Pang En jumped up from the ruins of the city wall, with the spear in his hand pointing directly at the face of the woman in purple skirt and playing the pipa.

Amid the sound of pipa, hundreds of ghosts blocked the road. The ghost general jumped out on his rotten warhorse, crushing the ghosts with his horse's hooves and clearing a path for Pang En.

The ghost general was in a ferocious state, and the other musicians and birds and beasts scattered, and were chased and intercepted by the captain of the ghost people.

Qiu Wanjun's tongue was injured and he couldn't speak. He stared at the Huadan who was still singing on the city gate tower.

Qiu Wanjun snorted coldly, disappeared from his horse, and appeared near Huadan in an instant. He also possessed the same teleportation ability as Sang Que.

The guards on the city wall saw Qiu Wanjun and rushed towards him immediately. Before they could get close, those people trembled all over as if they were fixed in place. Their skin quickly festered, and their flesh and bones swelled and deformed. Amidst the sound of tearing, their heads grew bigger and bigger, and a pair of white bone horns pierced out of their flesh.
At first glance, the rotting, pus-oozing, and constantly swelling head looked like a bull's head.

Behind the Huadan, a ghost suddenly appeared. He was taller and bigger than an ordinary person, with a bull's head and a human body, and wearing red armor. He stabbed the Huadan fiercely with a steel fork in his hand.

The Huadan was not afraid at all. She continued to take small steps and sing, easily dodging the attacks of the bull-headed ghost.

More and more guards came from all over the city wall to besiege Qiu Wanjun, but everyone who approached him was infected by a strange plague and turned into rotten bull heads. They were controlled by the bull-headed ghost, turned around and killed Hua Dan.

Demons were dancing wildly, more and more people were dying, and the entire battlefield had become a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

Sangque ran down from the city wall early and away from the battlefield.

She was powerless to stop everything here, not to mention that Mo Yanshu was behind the scenes fanning the flames. All she could do was to save her own life.

Sang Que fled from the battlefield from the south. She used her ability of teleportation to shuttle through the woods. But not long after, when she kept running towards the south and returned to the battlefield, Sang Que realized that this area had become a ghost zone and there was no escape.

The embroidered shoes were useless in this ghost land, but fortunately Sang Que still had the last three hexagrams to use. She hid behind a tree, thinking about escaping, and activated the Gen hexagram representing the door of life. She moved her palm forward and took a step forward.

The surrounding scene suddenly changed. Sangque walked directly from the woods into the mass grave and ran into the group of people.

"Mulan?"

"Sister Qiao?"

In the mass grave, Qiao Ling showed a surprised expression. Behind her followed a ghost peddler with a blind eye carrying a load on his shoulder.

There was a group of people behind the two of them. Among the men and women leading the group, Sang Que immediately saw the handsome man with a erhu on his back, and the little boy with a hulusi who always followed him.

They are Gu Master Chengge, and Dragon Snake Boy Xingzhu.

"You're not dead?!"

Cheng Ge also recognized Sang Que. Sang Que had removed a mole on her face when she met Mo Yanshu before.

Sang Que ignored Cheng Ge for the time being, and Cheng Ge did not directly expose Sang Que's identity as Yin Tong's driver. He just suppressed his anger and stared at Sang Que.

Sang Que guessed that Qiao Ling and the ghost peddler must have come to catch Mo Yanshu. She asked Qiao Ling, "Are you two the only ones here? Where are the others?"

The others were naturally asking about the other people in Jiuge. In order to capture Mo Yanshu, even though the most powerful Gu Master was not here, they should at least find the assassin, right?

Qiao Ling had a bitter look on his face and whispered, "We haven't contacted the others for many years. The peddler sent them a message, but no one knows whether they can make it. By the way, where did you come from? We have been wandering around in this mass grave for a quarter of an hour, but we can't find the direction to Jianshui City at all."

Sang Que glanced at the people from Yunzhou behind him, and quickly explained the situation in Jianshui City to Qiao Ling and the peddler. The people from Yunzhou were listening behind him.

When they learned that the owner of the ghost theater troupe wanted to sacrifice everyone and even the entire Qinzhou in order to achieve the goal of advancing to the realm of ghosts and gods, even though the people of Yunzhou did not care about the outside world, they showed expressions of disbelief.

Qiao Ling and the peddler exchanged a glance, and Qiao Ling said firmly, "Although the boss's hope of success is slim, we can't just sit there and watch this happen."

The ghost peddler looked solemn, his lineage was in possession of intelligence from all directions, and many things had been passed down orally, so he knew much more than others.

The ghost peddler said, "Throughout the history of ghosts and monsters that have far surpassed the sixth level but not reached the seventh level, such as water ghosts, plague ghosts, dream ghosts, and earth ghosts, in fact, at the beginning, these ghosts were controlled by the Yin Walkers. As a result, these Yin Walkers died when they were promoted to the ghost and god realm, and left these powerful evil ghosts behind, hiding deep in the hidden world, causing harm to the people of the world."

Therefore, Jiuge’s people cannot ignore this matter. They have to stop the class leader from advancing no matter what.

Qiao Ling and the Ghost Peddler looked at the people from Yunzhou behind them. They brought 500 people this time, all of whom were Yunzhou's elite poison masters and ghost wives. On the way here, they had already reached a cooperation with Qiao Ling and the others.

The Gu Master was originally from Jiuge, and now he was captured and taken to Shengjing. Qiao Ling and the Ghost Pestlesser promised to rescue him, so the people of Yunzhou were naturally willing to help.

Qiao Ling asked for help from everyone in Yunzhou. If Qinzhou fell, Yunzhou, which borders Qinzhou, would definitely be affected.

Cheng Ge in the crowd whispered a few words to several elders in Yunzhou dialect, and then looked at Sang Que.

"We can fully assist you in this matter, but we have one request. Regardless of success or failure, she must return to Yunzhou with us."

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