His back figure overlapped with Zuo Liangshi twelve years ago.

Just as upright.

Chapter 164 "Do you think he will come?"

The inside of Meicheng was on fire, and the outside was miasma.

The nine-layered pavilion of the Golden Tower and White Jade Ship is turning at a speed close to the limit.

There was almost only an afterimage of the beasts and the road-guiding immortals on the top of the blue-gold colored glass. The endless golden light is like no money. On the night when the stars and the moon are blocked by black clouds, three hundred miles outside the city of Mei, an arc-shaped line is poured, and a half-moon-shaped city wall is pulled up, forcibly rushing in. The miasma mist blocked it.

This is one of the research results of Tiangongfu and Shanhaige in the past twelve years.

At the beginning, Zuo Liangshi combined the Buddhist Fanjingchen with the golden feather map of Zhunan Jiucheng, and successfully blocked the Jinghai for a short time, keeping the desolate miasma out.

After Zuo Yuesheng also served as the young mansion master of Tiangong Mansion, he joined hands with monk Budu, a "clean and pure Buddhist monk", gathered the power of the three sects, and built such a mobile fortress that can resist the miasma fog with the golden feather map as the prototype.

For this mobile fortress, Zuo Yuesheng even gave up the idea of ​​a single-boat multi-ship team that he was more interested in and obsessed with when he was young... As far as the current situation is concerned, having a ship that can stick to one side when setting the star table A giant warship is more useful than a fleet of flying boats whose single-unit attack capability cannot do much against a god-level enemy.

However, even though there was such a stunning golden building and a white jade boat in front of it, the North Gate of Meicheng was still wailing at this moment.

I saw the ground in front of the north gate of Meicheng, and don't know when cracks appeared.

From the cracks, one after another, blue-white and cold hands emerged, grabbed the ankles of the living, and dragged them into the cracks in the ground! Buddhist disciples keep reciting the scriptures, and the golden light is swaying, but there is a solitary ladle to stop the fire, to no avail—too much! There are too many dead bones crawling out of the cracks in the ground.

"Where did so many corpses come from?" the Shanhaige disciple wearing a silver cloak asked in a hiss as he rode the flying sword.

A Master Meicheng Zhu, who was guarding the city wall with disciples of Buddhism and Shanhaige, pointed at the corpse that emerged from the crack, and answered with a trembling voice: "The floating corpse in the blood pool of Bai, Bai, Baigongzhuang!!"

"What?" The Shanhaige disciple didn't understand.

"That! That, and that! Those over there are the corpses that were just transported to the mass graves outside the city and buried in the previous stage," Meicheng Zhu Shi's voice was a bit piercing because of excessive surprise and fear.

After the blood pool of the grotto in the underground of Baigongzhuang in Meicheng was discovered, the demonic energy was dealt with by the god. The overlapping corpses piled up in the blood pool were transported to the outside of the city for collective burial. At that time, the one who was in charge of organizing people to transport the corpses by hand for burial was the current Meicheng Zhu Shi.

The corpses left a deep impression on him.

—all drained of blood, as dry as a handful of ashes,

Right now, the Araishi Demon is driving those corpses, along with more corpses buried in the mass graves.

The corpse walked under the soil, and it went all the way to their eyes. The influx of refugees in the past few days just covered the movement of their expelling the dead.

If it was in the past, even if the Miasma Moon came, even if there were earth corpses, it wouldn't have much impact.

Because of the protection of the ancient plum spirit in the city, the corpse of the earth could not cross the line of the city wall, and no matter how close it was, it could only spin around at the base of the wall, just like those dead and wild ghosts who were blocked in the miasma fog. Citizens only need to hide behind the city walls to survive the long winter. When spring returns to the earth, the darkness will naturally recede. Without the support of the miasma and mist, the corpses will continue to rest in the mud, and the living can walk on top of their heads at will. Come and go.

But now it's different.

Right now, there are tens of thousands of refugees outside the city gate of Meicheng!

The earth dragon turned over and shook the topsoil layer that had been frozen incomparably hard in the winter. One after another corpses pushed through the soil and snow, and crawled out from the ground following the breath of living flesh and blood.

The refugee group, who had calmed down a little because of the appearance of the white jade boat in the golden building, was panic-stricken again.

In front is the closed city gate, behind it is the miasma fog blocked by the white jade boat in the golden building, and at the foot are the corpses thirsty for flesh and blood... They became trapped beasts in the urn.

I don't know who shouted first, "Fuck you! I want to live!" Everyone went crazy, like beasts. The city bricks climb up. This scene almost shocked the Buddhist disciples who were sitting on the city wall and reciting scriptures.

The scene in front of them is like hundreds of thousands of ants, under the pressure of the flood, piled up black and white, in order to climb over the hills and ravines in front of them.

The overwhelming crowd of refugees piled up.

Hundreds of thousands and hundreds of thousands of people piled up under a section of the city wall that was only a few miles away. People stacked people, people stepped on people, and people stepped on people. Pressed ladder.

Those who were the first to cry out and rushed to the bottom of the city wall, before they had time to climb up how high, were squeezed by the crowd coming from behind and shot on the city wall. The force squeezed into a paper-thin mud. A small number of people who could still maintain their composure were wrapped and shouted something, their voices were drowned out by the shouts, and even their figures were quickly drowned out.

The weather was too cold, and before the blood that shed it could fall to the ground, it turned into ice.

Blood ice freezes people together,

Just so layer by layer.

Frozen hills of flesh and blood that approached the battlement platform.

At the north gate of Meicheng, the Buddhist monks were sitting in the cross-legged position, their lips moved, and they were quickly reciting the mantra to suppress the demons and save the souls of the dead. They quickly twisted the beads, trying to maintain a calm mind in Zen, but they were still shocked by this scene, their faces were as white as white paper, and there was not a trace of blood.

According to Buddhist scriptures, Avici Hell is located in the netherworld in the great wasteland, so there is the status quo of the world of "dead souls entering the miasma". Among them, in six thousand years, another generation of eminent monks, Yifa, held Bodhi Mingjingzi, and explored the great wasteland. After surviving near death in the Great Wilderness, the eminent monk Yifa believes that the most terrifying hell in the depths of the netherworld is the "Eight Cold Hell", which is located in the deepest part of the Great Wilderness.