Vanane cursed a few times in a rough voice: "Then what do we do now? The imperial city can't be entered, and they are surrounded by those goddamn ghosts! All the dead people will become ghosts, and become ghost kings. With the help of our demon soldiers—including our demon soldiers, now I am neither killing nor killing!”

"What a ghost king, what kind of evil thing!"

Zi Mei's raised eyebrows raised slightly: "What's the hurry, the main purpose of the demon master this time is not the human imperial city, but the treasure in Youzhou, as long as the demons in Youzhou get the treasure, we can make a living Retire yourself."

"Really? That might disappoint you."

There was a long laughter from nowhere, indescribably strange and cold.

A red shadow flashed in front of the demons, and when they blinked again, a red-clothed woman came out of the wind, her toes a little, and she landed lightly on the highest point of the city wall.

The gust of wind that came from out of nowhere raised her long black hair, revealing her brows with murderous intent.

Zi Mei's expression changed slightly: "You are... the ghost king?!"

"I'll be waiting for you for a long time." The ghost in Bitzen's hand turned into a long sword, and she glared at everyone from above. The terrifying blood flashed in her eyes, and her red lips curved slightly: "Everyone's souls, I'll accept it with a smile."

...

How strong is the evil ghost that is rare to see in thousands of years?

The evil ghost born from the deepest obsession and the deepest resentment is not even tolerated by the heaven and the earth. Since its birth, all ghosts have spontaneously surrendered.

How could a ghost king, who even the immortals of the immortals be afraid of, and a few demon generals have the power of an enemy?

Outside the city wall, Beaten's blood-red skirt sagged on the ground, brushing over the corpses all over the floor.

A few strands of black souls escaped from the corpse, but Beaten raised her hand slightly and pinched them in the palm of her hand, her blood-stained white fingers tightened sharply—

Those black souls turned to ashes.

Beaten wandered aimlessly on the chaotic battlefield until the city gate behind him opened wide, and the third prince came out tremblingly. Lord, Young Master Lou, he—"

Beaten stopped and turned her face halfway: "How are you, Your Majesty?"

The third prince swallowed and forced himself to calm down: "Your Majesty has quelled the rebels. Thanks to the ghosts sent by the palace master, the national teacher has also been put to death."

Beaten nodded, she lowered her eyes, raised her hand to call out the ghosts in the capital, and turned to go in the direction of Youzhou.

The third prince: "Palace Master, where are you going?"

"Youzhou." Biten said in a low voice, "You go back and report to Your Majesty. I will create a ghost territory in Youzhou later. Living people will not be allowed to enter, and dead souls will not be allowed to leave. From now on, the ghosts will no longer disturb the world."

Youzhou.

The four demon generals leading the army frowned at the closed city gate.

"Why is there no one, it can't be the conspiracy of the ghost king?"

"Don't go in first, then take a look..."

"What kind of conspiracy it is! Millions of demon soldiers, don't they still step on a mere Youzhou?"

"Trash! What's there to be afraid of! With such a small and broken place, how could her ghost king still set up a net?"

The leading Demon Race was full of suffocation, rode the beast under him, and without hesitation, leveled the gate of Youzhou, and led the troops to enter Youzhou.

The other demon generals looked at each other in dismay, leading the troops cautiously into the Youzhou area.

In the huge Youzhou City, the streets were empty and eerily quiet.

Then, under the eyes of the demons, this dead and empty city seemed to have been vicissitudes for hundreds of years in an instant.

As soon as the demon general Arnold came in, he noticed something was wrong, and hurriedly ordered: "Quickall get out!"

However, it's too late.

The first piece of pale paper money spun down, and a gust of wind carried the wailing of all the ghosts unwilling to resent it. In just a moment, the paper money in the sky was blown flutteringly and fell.

The blood people who walked out of nowhere surrounded them, and the screaming black mist shuttled through the pale paper money, swallowing the demon soldiers one by one.

How could Arnold think that there would be such a thing, this Youzhou has become a dead city completely, no matter how he thought about it, he never thought that the ghost king would achieve this step.

What the hell did she do! ?

Could it be that the evil ghost really killed people all over the city just to make a game for them? !

No, not right! How did the ghost king know that the demons would raid Youzhou...

Arnold, who was fighting with the ghosts, turned his head sharply, and saw that the magic soldiers were still entering the gate of the city.

As if they didn't see the fighting scene in the city at all, they entered the door unknowingly, and were torn apart by screaming ghosts.

What made Arnold even more terrified was that after being killed by ghosts, those demon soldiers turned into dead souls. Arnold watched helplessly as a black dead spirit emerged from the body of his headless subordinate who had just fallen. He turned into the enemy camp for no reason, and turned to attack the demon soldiers frantically.

Arnold is going crazy.

He had a terrible premonition.

The millions of demon soldiers he brought will probably end up in this hellish city of Youzhou...

...

On Jiuxuan Mountain, snow has been falling for three consecutive days.

Lou Jing leaned back on the chair, slowly stroking Thunderbolt's head resting on his lap, frowning.

Perak seemed to sense his master's depressed mood, raised his paws with great effort, and tugged at his hand.

"Pili, it's been three days, why hasn't she come back yet?" Lou Jing's eyes fell on the void: "Did something happen?"

Is it... don't want me anymore?

But Thunderbolt couldn't answer him.

Not even Duan Changqin.

In the past three days, Lou Jing thought a lot by himself.

Heavenly Eye was a problem that he and Beaten had to face. No matter how he escaped, he would never be able to get around it.

Lou Jing's voice was bitter: "Pili, it would be great if I were just an ordinary person."

Pili looked up at him for a while with cloudy eyes, struggled to stand up, and walked away gasping for breath, not knowing what to do.