"All... destroyed."
The fishman broke out in a cold sweat and told everyone the news.
Many old ghosts were all afraid.
Even though they were a bunch of trash, they still destroyed a city, so their strength was acceptable.
Suppose that their strength reaches ninety, even if they destroy the city, these rubbish will only be at the level of ninety-five or ninety-six.
At worst, it is considered the destruction of the city.
If ten of them come down, even the wine immortal will have to take shelter temporarily. If twenty of them come down, even the scholar may be surrounded and severely damaged.
As a result, not a single one was left alive and they all died.
"Are those so-called Xiangyu ancestors planning to pledge allegiance to humans?"
"A bunch of trash!"
"Heh, if you are loyal to humans, you will only be a dog forever."
"Have you forgotten your identity after kneeling for so long?"
"If they dare to stop us, we will kill this so-called ancestor!"
"kill!"
"kill!!"
The old ghosts were all in high spirits, and one of them asked worriedly:
"What about the Netherworld Flame? It's so powerful, it shouldn't die at the hands of the ancestor."
The fishman shook his head. "It doesn't belong to the Hades Palace. I can't sense its current situation, but judging from its numbers, it may already be at a disadvantage."
"We have to speed up our journey."
Not all the old monsters here lack the ability to flash and dodge. In fact, a small number of them can cross several large areas and reach a wide area within a few minutes.
The problem is, they are afraid of death.
If we follow the army, Guangyu will be destroyed once the war starts.
If I go alone, it will be like Calabash Brothers saving his grandfather, sending them off one by one.
Therefore, everyone tacitly agreed to advance at an average speed to maintain the consistency of the army.
The fishman didn't take this into consideration because it was just a fishman. You can't ask a poor student to think about calculus.
At the very end of the old weirdo, there is also a group of people who are not old guys, but they also support the weirdness of the Hall of Yama.
They are also well-known at present, and are all well-known figures in various regions.
The Snow King of Sichuan, the Youquan Wolf Pack of the capital, the Female Moth of Tibet, and the Blood Dancer of Mongolia.
And the one who comes and goes without a trace, and is known for taking heads from thousands of miles away - Mei!
Its existence sometimes appears and sometimes disappears, and among the group of strange creatures, no trace of its movement can be captured.
In the air, a pair of skeletal wings fluttered, and a female ghost wearing a tattered black robe was located above the ghost group. It was the once famous Undead Golden Crow, who had swallowed up most city scenes with its undead spirits!
They calmed the situation, giving everyone who heard the death of the first reconnaissance team supreme confidence.
Is there anything better than the sense of security that comes from being strong?
In the Hall of Yama, a deep purple air poured in from the sky. In the blink of an eye, the entire sky began to be covered with a layer of light purple.
"Purple Qi is coming from the East...Meng Po is about to succeed."
"How bold! It chose to embark on a path that would bring disaster to the nation... by actually seizing the Dragon's fortune and ascending to the throne in a disguised form!"
"Impossible, how is this possible?!"
"No, it didn't step onto the throne. It simply stole the luck to avoid the path that would have brought disaster to the country."
"There is such a method, how could I not have thought of it."
"Oh, even if you can think of it, can you do it? Meng Po has nurtured so many cities to destroy them over the years, only to have such an opportunity."
…
The old ghosts had all seen the world, and when they saw the sky turn purple, they immediately understood Meng Po's plan.
On the other hand, the wide area had always looked dead and gloomy, except for the sudden black aura at the beginning that made everyone panic, other than that, there was no other movement.
In comparison, the Hall of Yama has already gained a huge advantage.
…
In the Hall of Yama, only Meng Po was left. After taking away batch after batch of strange people who came to serve him, all the other fishmen were gone.
The next ones who came were all small fry and it didn’t matter to them whether they went to the wide area or not.
They cannot determine success or failure, at best they can only be regarded as witnesses of the war.
In the King of Hell's Palace, in front of the original desk, a series of signs spun out, leading to a tunnel with a dim scene.
Meng Po was leaning on a crutch in her hand and stepping on a bamboo boat, slowly moving on the stream.
The river pushed the boat forward, and with every step forward, Meng Po's old body and face gradually became younger.
The soul floating in his body also disappeared.
Every time a wisp is lost, outside, because of Meng Po, one steps into the strangeness of the destroyed city, and in the dark, one loses the possibility of advancement and the ability to restore the original source.
If the origin cannot be restored, then they will think that like the power banks that only go out but not in, they will eventually die out.
In other words, they went from having an eternal lifespan to having a finite lifespan.
In exchange, Meng Po overcame one "difficulty" after another and gradually moved towards a dilapidated palace.
There, there was a lingering purple aura and a light golden dragon soul floating in the air.
As Meng Po gradually approached, the purple air seemed to have found a host and stuck to it little by little, like the dust it had raised.
With every additional strand, the soul wrapped in the body was lost, and the sky outside was constantly dyed with a deep purple.
Meng Po looked at the palace in front of her and could already hear the victory song.
As for the various deeds it promised...
Embark on the disaster of the country, cut off these damn rules, and put them on humans instead!
From now on, Gui Ke will only talk nonsense, and humans must speak sincerely!
The humans who enslaved the weird people back then will eventually pay a heavy price for their actions.
Destroy reality!
The more Meng Po smiled, the younger she became. The wrinkles on her face were lifted away one by one, and her smile actually made people feel lively.
The tattered outer coat that it had worn for who knows how many years was gradually fading away, and the naked body was gradually replaced with one piece after another of more gorgeous clothes that made people dare not have any evil thoughts.
A carved phoenix displays its wings on the back of the dress, and cranes spread their wings and fly high on the long cuffs.
Gold hairpins began to appear in the loose hair, which was combed up little by little and inserted firmly.
The delicate little hand tapped lightly, and right above the Hall of Yama, a single eye with a diameter of several football fields suddenly opened and faced the wide area where Lin Fan was.
There, a faint black aura emerged, barely covering the entire area, while its purple aura had already covered the entire world.
"Ridiculous humans! No matter how smart they are, their horizons are limited. They actually plan to create a new dynasty? How can they compare to the great dynasty that already spans the world and has a long-standing foundation?"
Throughout history, truly powerful new emperors have always seized the foundation of the old emperor and built a new dynasty on this basis.
However, these histories have long been mysteriously sealed away, and humans have a blank in their minds. Without these histories as a reference, they would only naively think that they want to become independent and become emperors.
It's ridiculous. He's just being the king of the mountain and being self-righteous.
Looking at the black air outside, it was like a tiger seeing a hare, weak yet a little cute.
Meng Po opened her arms and exclaimed softly:
"The world should welcome the arrival of true weirdness!"
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