All Lords: I Created The Mythical Heaven!

at the same time.

"roll!"

Every step Xiangu Zhizhi took was just outside the encirclement surrounded by Beiyin ghost soldiers.

Crash.

Even if the military formation released 80% of its strength, swarms of Beiyin ghost soldiers were ejected.

"Retreat, out of reach."

Ao Ling and Ao Yao looked at each other, wiped the blood from the corners of their mouths, gritted their teeth, and retreated hundreds of miles.

In the face of absolute personal power.

The military strategy of winning by quantity and defeating the strong by the weak has lost its effect.

"The new military formation is no match for the ancient gods."

"unless……"

"The other great gods of Beiyin Underworld are watching from the side."

The big ghosts in the Imperial Clan's Blessed Land looked at Yang Miao and others who were sitting at the back, calm and composed.

I guessed at the bottom of my heart.

call out--!

A series of cold and gloomy chains appeared around the corpse of Xianggu, tightly binding the limbs of the drowned corpse.

Together with the original bronze chain that has gone through thousands of years of changes.

Sliding to the ground.

"ah!"

After a long delay in breathing, it felt a sharp pain that hit its body suddenly.

"What god?!"

The big ghosts in the Imperial Clan's blessed land were restless and picked up the ghost weapons in their hands. They sensed an aura as vast as the sky.

Tu Bo looked back in astonishment, the pupils in his tiger eyes shrank suddenly, and he let out a low whine with difficulty from the depths of his throat:

"Ghosts...the king of ghosts, two ghost kings?"

"Two strange true immortals."

Cancong was so frightened that he sat down on the ground.

When Bai Wuchang took action.

The golden light blooming on the Jade Emperor's Demon-Conquering Seal held by Hei Wuchang instantly burned.

"The movements should be more agile."

"Lest people look down on our reputation in Beiyin Underworld."

Bai Wuchang weighed the mourning stick in his hand twice, then slammed it down, and transformed into layers of mourning sticks to kill him.

The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped a lot.

"Just take a look."

Hei Wuchang opened his mouth to smile and responded in a muffled voice.

Boom!

Thunder exploded, and a huge Yinshan mountain blocking the earth was easily penetrated by chains that looked like gold and iron.

"Run quickly."

The few big ghosts who were still watching the battle along the way were really unable to sit still, as these two men took action.

Let these big ghosts who have not yet become immortals die in a matter of minutes.

The dim light flickered.

Xiang Gu's corpse was soaked in the drizzle, with a dark cloud above his head, and was beaten to pieces with mourning sticks.

The corpse that noticed something bad was looking at each other.

Although there is no mellow wisdom like the creatures in the Yang world, the most basic instinct of repelling evil and avoiding harm is still there.

He immediately spread his legs and prepared to run.

"Beiyin Underworld, the ghosts of Black Impermanence are here, you can't even think of escaping!"

Several black and white impermanent ghosts who had practiced hard for six months joined the battle, and the new formation of 400,000 Beiyin ghost soldiers seemed to be alive.

One by one, the ghost soldiers of Beiyin were armed with spears and halberds. They were as dense as a forest, and their power surged dozens of times again.

immediately.

Hei Wuchang hooked the shackles behind Xiang Gu's corpse and pulled hard, preparing to drag it to an unknown space.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The whimpering sounds of the drowned corpse gradually disappeared, leaving only water stains on the ground.

"It takes less than half a stick of incense."

"The famous warrior god from ancient times just disappeared?"

"Beiyin Underworld..."

The great ghosts of the Imperial Clan's Blessed Land who were hiding aside were horrified and filled with sadness in their hearts.

It's a particularly unpleasant taste.

As the saying goes, a strong dragon cannot suppress a local snake.

But the dragon crossed the river.

How can there be no waves?

"In the underworld of Beiyin, Yin Shuai is impermanent. Why don't you come and see me soon?"

Hei Wuchang, with a ferocious face and a broad body, walked out, holding a clattering chain.

The sense of danger to one's life and soul was overwhelming.

"Beiyin Underworld, Yin Shuai Bai Wuchang."

The bookish Bai Wuchang changed his appearance, spoke a long tongue, put away the mourning stick in his hand, and held the shackles and handcuffs in his hand.

"you you you."

"And you little brats, get out of here."

Black and White Wuchang's cold eyes scanned the surroundings, and his hand movements pointed out the big ghost hiding nearby with very precise movements.

The existence of ghost hunters has never been kind-hearted.

The terrifying appearance now filled with ferocious aura is the true form of the two Yin generals walking outside, Black and White.

If not come out.

The 400,000 Beiyin ghost soldiers on Chen Bing's side could kill them at any time.

"Little ghost, little ghost is from the Gaoxin Emperor clan. I hope Yin Shuai will let him go."

"Little devil, there is a Chongdi clan, and there are people in the Yang world who are serving as officials. Please atone for your sins."

"Gaoyang, Qingqiu, Gushu, Youqing, Dayi, Xihe..."

One by one, the well-known ancient imperial clans and the great ghosts of the country who survived in the underworld revealed their identities one after another.

Don’t ask whether you can shock the other party.

I just hope they don't get killed casually by the "Dragon Crossing the River". After all, they are all wealthy and powerful families.

If you want a background, you must have a background, and if you want a background, you must have a background.

Faced with the horror of the uncertainty of black and white, and the horror of carelessly handling corpses, these big ghosts in the blessed land of the Imperial Clan are naturally sensible.

"There's still time for one stick of incense."

Lu Yun took a look at the incense and luck on the Jade Emperor's Demon-Conquering Seal, but he was not overly worried in his heart.

In six months, he accumulated the luck of being the emperor of the Gaoyang Imperial Clan.

Use it cleanly, use it cleanly.

Next.

The fortune and incense provided by the ancient Shu ghost kingdom and surrounding ghost kingdoms and imperial blessed lands are the main source of profit.

Lu Yun sat behind the scenes.

Quietly looking at the Black and White Impermanence platform, Shui Mansion Judge Yang Miao and the Four Yin Gods were quarreling with each other:

"The underworld of Beiyin is under the seat of the Emperor of Heaven."

"Don't tell me that you are a few small and unpopular tribes, even if you are a real imperial tribe, it won't work."

Yang Miao tyrannically rejected the request of other small tribes and the ghost country, and insisted on the amount of incense offerings.

"Hey, don't look at ghost faces, let's look at human faces."

"They all come out to work, so why bother to make things difficult for the working ghosts?"

"Thirty percent, thirty percent is the most."

The Qingqiu fox ghost's eyes kept turning, his calculations were flying, and he spoke with 30% accuracy.

"If our ghost country encounters a major disaster, we will also ask the great gods of the Beiyin underworld to show their magical powers."

"Eliminate the disaster for me."

The ghosts of the small tribe who had no one in the world were begging Yang Miao one by one, complaining loudly.

They met by chance.

He struggled to survive in the underworld, but was constantly bullied by ghost heroes and big ghosts.

The previous one was an ordinary [Yin Zhao].

In an instant, the fate of a little ghost is changed, and he becomes an elite ghost soldier, scolding a ghost hero at will.

Who wouldn’t be moved by this scene?

I directly envy these weak people who are just surviving.

"Watch your time."

Lu Yun reminded him through the air.

His eyes fell on Tu Bo and Can Cong, who couldn't squeeze into the big ghost circle and stood alone outside.

"We will find an opportunity later to drive them all away and leave these two alone."

Lu Yun had a vague idea in his heart.

Just those who are willing to take the bait.

"Well, I respectfully obey His Majesty's decree."

Yang Miao, who was obsessed with scolding the ghost heroes, then straightened up his expression and met the big ghosts of the Imperial Clan who were surrounding him.

Let’s talk about serious things.