Valkyrie Storm

Chapter 1882 Hell Comes
Compared with the thrilling tension on the ground, silent confrontation and stealth, Lingzhi is taking root hundreds of meters underground in the city lord's mansion, dormant cautiously, expanding thousands of branches, weakening the overall breath as much as possible, and more Well concealed itself.

He started to 'collect the net' from the periphery to the inner court. He didn't find the target at first, until he noticed the tight defensive lineup in the inner court. Out of caution, he didn't over-explore. It was a careful feeling, but he soon discovered the pain. The abnormality of the mother-in-law family.

If you don't understand the weirdness of the bitter woman, and don't know the existence of this kind of ghost, no one will care about it, let alone think about it.But Lingzhi was cooperating with the bitter woman, so when his branches appeared on the edge of the inner courtyard, and after searching carefully, he quickly noticed the shadow of the bitter woman hidden among the branches.

They were all motionless, blending into the darkness, but they were all focused on the courtyard guarded by the 'Emperor Guard' drought soldiers.

Lingzhi took the risk to observe it carefully.

Sneaking and observing in places where Bansheng and Wusheng are under martial law, the whole scene is already thrilling enough.But when he found out the real situation in the courtyard, he was also shocked into a cold sweat, and he froze in place and didn't dare to move - the bitter woman was confronting the dry soldiers?
"What is she doing?"

With a naive temperament, he still felt the thrilling chill.

"Is that Hanchen?"

Lingzhi noticed the weak and skinny man lying on the altar again, looking more and more like Han Chen.

"Huh?" Han Bing was slightly alert, looking back at the silent inner courtyard.

His green eyes swept across the dark ancient tree, and even the hidden clansmen and the four half-sages.

Vaguely, he sensed that something was spying on him.

The mind and soul power of the members of the Corpse Emperor Clan are indeed weaker than those of the Human Race and the Monster Race of the same level, but the degree of weakness is limited, not too weak. What's more, the strength of the Hanbing ranks among the top five in the Corpse Emperor Clan. One step away from the realm, how terrifying his strength is, even if he is immersed in his thoughts, he still maintains vigilance.

So when Lingzhi was frightened, he noticed something strange.

The other half-saints in the courtyard were also alert, vague but real.

Lingzhi immediately became alert, weakened her aura, withdrew all her branches from all hidden ancient trees, and slowly and silently fell into the ground.

The Kupo people were also alarmed, and they used the darkness to evacuate the inner courtyard, but they didn't get too far away. They still stayed in the outer courtyard area, watching their patriarch through dense forests and darkness.

There was no sound in the courtyard, but it seemed that they had experienced a fierce battle, which made the Kupo tribe and Lingzhi feel lingering fear.

The bitter woman in the courtyard was secretly vigilant, carefully paying attention to the reaction of the soldiers.

The dry soldiers searched every corner of the inner courtyard carefully, but found no suspicious signs. Just as there was a violent blasting roar in the distance, they couldn't help but cast their eyes on the increasingly fierce holy battlefield.

But in the next moment, the vigilant feeling sprouted again, and the source seemed to come from...the hospital?
Lingzhi was silent in the ground, recovered all the vines, was surprised by the behavior of the bitter woman, was silent for a moment, thought for a moment, suddenly woke up, crossed the ground at a high speed, evacuated far away, and rushed to the hidden area of ​​Du Yang and others outside the city lord's mansion.

At the same time, Han Bing's face became more and more serious, his brows became more and more wrinkled, and he turned his head slowly, his thoughts were like a tide, wrapping the courtyard behind him, like a silent giant wave, rolling and submerging it, from the periphery to the inside, The power is superimposed.

About to be discovered?The bitter woman had no shock or fear, but at this moment, she suddenly made up her mind, like a dormant cheetah, crouching secretly, ready to go, ready to give it a go.

Killing Hanchen is her most steadfast obsession at the moment, and the huge benefits are worth all the risks she takes.

"What's wrong with the commander?" A clansman noticed the abnormality of Han Bing, and others also cast their gazes.

The dry soldier raised his hand to stop them, and turned towards the courtyard, his thoughts suddenly surged, and the turbulence was about to fill the entire courtyard.

But at this moment, there was a dull drum sound in the sky.

hum! !

The sound of drums is melodious and dull, reverberating across the sky and the earth.The space within a radius of more than ten miles trembled slightly, and the sound waves were like materialized ripples, blowing over the clouds and the earth, old trees and buildings, and all existing objects.

The city lord's mansion bears the brunt of the blow, all the powerhouses are excited, the ocean of consciousness is undulating, uncontrolled chaos, causing bursts of stinging pain, and even a violent desire to kill is suddenly aroused, flooding the mind.

"Come out!" Han Bing suddenly turned his head, stomping his foot on the ground, the violent force shook the City Lord's Mansion, and cracks burst open on the ground, expanding ferociously, which also awakened all the clansmen.At the same time, the Han soldiers slid back and collapsed directly on the altar of Han Chen, guarding the young master closely, which was his primary task.

"Guard Your Highness the Prince!" The eight half-sages of the royal family and the four half-sages of casual cultivators all retreated and scattered around the courtyard where Han Chen was.Their fighting spirit surged, and the eight black coffins landed heavily, cracking the rocky ground, and the coffin lids were cracked, letting out a dense corpse aura, faintly panting, and filled with an invisible murderous aura.

hum! !hum! !
The sound of the drum was silent, reverberating through the heavens and the earth, filling the City Lord's Mansion.

Heavy and depressing.

The sound waves vibrated the space, causing dreamlike ripples. The sound seemed to contain a strange power, which made the vigilant people more vigilant, made the cold state of mind even colder, and made the blood of the people full of murderous intent boil.

This is not a good thing. They can clearly feel that the desire to kill deep in their hearts is rapidly expanding, surging layer by layer, and getting stronger and stronger.The blood in their bodies became hot, and the killing intent filled their minds. Although they did not lose their minds, the overly strong killing intent and reaction made them feel bad.

"Since you're here, come out." Han Bing looked coldly at the direction of the mansion, clenched his fists secretly, firmly suppressing the galloping desire to kill in his body, and controlled the overheated blood. The sound of drums was strange, but not enough to affect the he.

Come fast enough, it looks menacing!

hum!hum!hum! !

The door of the mansion opened with a bang, shaking the city lord's mansion.

The black-robed ghost monk strode in, majestic and cold, with a bulging scalp in his left hand and a bone mallet in his right.

The loose black robe moves automatically without wind, and strange runes crawl all over his body.

A gust of sinister wind gushed in following his arrival, stirring up the ancient trees and flowers in the mansion, flying chaotically, and quickly withering, the temperature of the sky and the ground plummeted.

He bowed his head and eyebrows, muttering to himself, like a black Buddha chanting sutras, but actually meditating a strange death prayer.

Every prayer paused, the right hand vibrated, as if slowing down, the bone mallet fell heavily on the scalp drum, and an invisible ripple was shot out, sweeping the world, filling the space, causing the blood of the strong in the mansion to churn.

If there were ordinary people here, they would have gone mad and out of control.

If there are dead bodies here, the consequences will be disastrous.

This is the scalp drum, the treasure of the avenue conceived from the formation of the hell world!
"Ghosts from hell, fighting against human zombies? Ghosts against corpses? Haha, I really look forward to today's battle."

The silver bell-like smile echoed in the City Lord's Mansion, as if appearing in various areas, and seemed to echo in everyone's ears.

A peerless beauty who is enchanting and charming to the extreme, dressed in a red dress, with long hair reaching to the floor, and bare feet, followed the black-robed ghost monk into the gate of the mansion. Indescribable temptation.But the dark pupils are like endless black holes, trying to swallow life.

Luo Sha followed the ghost and hated, stepped into the city lord's mansion, danced lightly in red clothes, aroused endless fog of illusion, and set off eerie ghosts and ghosts. She stepped softly and gracefully, but gave people a piercing chill.

Mr. Xue appeared on the left and right walls one after another.They are like lonely ghosts, floating and flickering, gloomy and cold.

One was pale and cold, and the other was wet with an umbrella. They each restrained the scope of their own domains and did not fully demonstrate their strength. Even so, Xuenv stepped forward, leaving a frozen footprint, Yinsi entered the house with an umbrella, and everything died and melted.

Prajna, Tomb Boy, and other ghost lords all descended and walked into the city lord's mansion from different directions, each attracting a crisis of death, a gloomy wind, and a horrified gaze.

Their step-by-step advancement, showing their power layer by layer, caused the wind to become a tide, the ghosts to speak endlessly, and the dark environment to become even darker, as if drawing the hell of death, covering the inner courtyard area.

"Be careful! There's something weird!!" The members of the Corpse Emperor clan thought they were superior and belonged to the supreme race of heaven and earth, and the power of their blood gave them a powerful aura.But when the major ghost lords stepped into the city lord's mansion, their aura seemed to be suppressed again and again, and a feeling of horror emerged uncontrollably.

What are these things? !

Resentful, cold, and gloomy!
Why does it feel like falling into hell? !

(End of this chapter)