My players are so cruel

Chapter 148 Ghost Blood Scatter

The players who were notified of the development of the follow-up plot were completely stunned.

The counterattack has just begun?
"Emperor Sha, Earth Evil Dragon, Ghost Thorn, Moon Sha, Evil Spirit."

Ye Feiye gently read the names of the five ghost tribes, his eyes brightened up.

These are five new strongholds!

He still holds a [Guild Token] in his hand. If he can lay down one or two strongholds, the power of the evil temple will expand again.

"All members of [Evil Temple], get on your horse! Hurry up!"

The other guild bosses had just woken up from the frenzy of the war, and they didn't feel anything at first, but when they saw Ye Feiye being so active, they instantly realized what kind of wealth they were about to welcome!
These guild leaders greeted the guild members behind them one after another,
"Five new strongholds! Brothers, follow me!"

"Wonderful City has already made their mouths full of oil, and we must not allow the Temple of the Evil God to occupy another stronghold!"

"When the Great Qin went to war, not a single blade of grass would grow!"

Even casual players didn't care about the energy coins, and rushed out of the resurrection point one after another.

"The general guarding the tomb should be our city lord. The ghost horse he is riding is too handsome."

A few female players looked at the majestic Gui Yanju with little stars in their eyes.

"He's so coquettish, I like it so much."

"But this city lord knight always wears a bronze mask, isn't it ugly?"

"Hey, it makes sense! Then I don't like it anymore, I still prefer Gui Yanju."

The earth began to tremble,
With a huge ghost beast as the leader, followed by a mighty army, it pointed directly at the ghost spine tribe.

Ming Xiao's corpse was also completely decomposed by Long Jie.

He never thought that it was the evil god he summoned that killed him.

What he didn't expect was that,
The Wuhen Xuanming Mirror is so realistic,
Just because his king's blood was completely taken away, he joyfully threw himself into the body of Gui Yan's Huan Lingju.

When the evil god collapsed in the end, there was no ghost body protection,

He was directly attacked by Azathoth's anger.

But at last it was a contribution,
Yuanli was successfully stolen by the dragon cub, and Azathoth was so angry that he ran away in the underworld.

And Guiyan Huanlingju took advantage of the ghost origin in the Wuhen Xuanming Mirror, and broke through to the realm of the earth element war spirit level naturally!
As for Chen He at this time, he had already quietly jumped off the back of the Ghost Flame Phantom Spirit Horse, and replaced it with the soul of an ordinary war horse.

Pretending to be aggressive in front of his own people, he is about to enter the territory of the ghost world, how can he be high-profile?

What should I do if I was hit hard?
For things like boosting morale, it is enough for Gui Yan Huan Lingju to take the lead.

Of course, it also attracted a certain horse's strong contempt.

Gui Yan Huan Lingju: What can I do, pretending to be No.1.

At this moment, the poisonous scorpion on the side suddenly spoke.

"Young master, there are hundreds of warlocks in the Ghost Thorn tribe. I can persuade the clan elders to lead the tribe to surrender to Daqin."

Chen He raised his eyebrows, but didn't reply, as if he was thinking about something.

Now that the poisonous scorpion has signed a contract with him, and has been homologated by the dragon ring, there is no need to worry about the issue of loyalty.

He said slowly,

"Your patriarch is at the Earth Element War Spirit level, can you persuade him?"

The poisonous scorpion laughed.

"That old bone is not very good-tempered, in fact, persuasion is probably enough."

"Then what's the matter, do you still have to do it?"

The poisonous scorpion said earnestly,
"Young master, that is my beloved senior, the elder of the clan!"

Chen He was stunned,
"Can't you handle it well?"

However, the smile on the poisonous scorpion's face became brighter and brighter.

"The young master misunderstood,

I mean, have to add money. "

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Yan and Soti gasped.

Ruthless or this old scorpion.

Chen He immediately felt a deep silence for the players who were about to be treated as guinea pigs.

Brothers, take care of yourselves!

In the end, Chen He still agreed to Du Xie's suggestion.

With Ghostthorn Warlock, his plan to advance will be smoother.

As for making it yourself, it is now impossible.

No Money!
Players are paid wages!
Chen He looked at the empty source force value, and suddenly wanted to cry but had no tears.

I'm too difficult.

It's easy to feed such a big family!
But thinking of the ghost weapon in Gui Yan Huan Lingju's body, Chen He's heart was finally balanced.

After all, it is earned!
Besides, there are the remaining five major tribes, and that is where the real spoils are harvested.

Poison Scorpion stumbled back to the Ghostthorn tribe alone.

Seeing his ragged appearance, the guards immediately surrounded him and asked anxiously,
"Patriarch, what's wrong?"

The poisonous scorpion waved his hand,

"Ambush in the middle, take me to see the Great Elder."

One of the guards at the head looked troubled,
"Patriarch, the Great Elder is in a critical period of breakthrough, he ordered that no one should disturb him."

The poisonous scorpion slapped the guard directly on the face.

"It's important, do you dare to stop me?

It seems that I, the patriarch, have done something incompetent. "

Seeing the increasingly gloomy gaze of the poisonous scorpion, the elder's personal guard did not dare to stop him any longer, so he had to step aside.

The poisonous scorpion walked into the forbidden area deep in the tribe with a cold face, and when he saw the old man who was cultivating with his eyes closed in the place where the ghost energy was concentrated, his tone was very calm.

"Elder, the sixth prince's transfer order is a conspiracy."

The old man with closed eyes suddenly opened his eyes, and the violent aura rose upwards, shaking the poisonous scorpions in the distance back a few steps.

The Great Elder of the Ghost Thorn Tribe, Ghost Wood, looked like he was on the verge of breaking through.

Guimu looked at the poisonous scorpion under the steps with a frosty face.

"Who let you in?"

The poisonous scorpion replied respectfully,
"Great Elder, it's about the survival of the tribe, I have to break into the forbidden area."

"Joke, my realm breakthrough is only about the survival of the tribe,
If I hadn't been in charge, the Ghost Thorn tribe would have already become slaves of other tribes. Could it be that you, a waste that even war spirits can't touch, are relying on you! "

The poisonous scorpion was not annoyed, and laughed wantonly.

"Hahahaha, yes, if it wasn't for the breakthrough battle spirit, how could I have been provoked by that idiot of the sixth prince, and ended up signing the deed of sale to someone else."

Looking at the self-deprecating poisonous scorpion, Guimu suddenly felt something was wrong.

"What are you talking about? No, poisonous scorpion, where are the tens of thousands of ghost soldiers you brought out?"

The poisonous scorpion looked at the elder calmly,
"All of them were killed, didn't you see the Soul Fire Altar?

Oh, that's right, under that kind of abnormal decomposition force, even the soul fire might not be able to return. "

Seeing the poisonous scorpion asking and answering questions, it hit Guimu Xin like a bolt from the blue.

The foundation of the tribe, all killed in battle?

"How did you get back?"

"Naturally surrendered to the human race."

The poisonous scorpion's inattention seemed to be talking about a trivial matter.

Guimu, who was originally sitting cross-legged, became furious for a moment, and stood up from the altar in an instant.

"Do you know what you're talking about!"

The poisonous scorpion didn't answer his question, as if he was calculating something, he suddenly smiled.

"Time is up."

As soon as he finished speaking, a strange fragrance wafted from the altar under Guimu's body.

After smelling this breath, Guimu suddenly trembled.

"When did you poison it? I have checked the forbidden area, and there is no possibility of poison."

The poisonous scorpion looked indifferent, and slowly spit out three words.

"Ghost blood scattered."

Hearing this name, Guimu couldn't believe it, looked at the powder on the surface of the altar and said in amazement,
"Ghost Blood Powder cannot be poisonous!"

(End of this chapter)