Chapter 110 What is left behind

Chapter 110 What was left behind

A condescending volley shot on the city wall immediately shot a neat wave of ghost soldiers below, and fled wildly. The formation was chaotic, making a buzzing sound, as if flies.

Countless ghost soldiers sat quietly at the foot of the mountain. The fierce battle on the mountain in the distance seemed to be very far away from them. They turned a deaf ear to themselves and did their own things. In the front of the camp, the three masters, the king of Chujiang, the king of Qin Guang and the king of Mount Tai, sat quietly. On the stone table was a game of chess, and the black and white were fierce. While fighting, King Qin Guang pinched a white piece in his hand and was closing his eyes and meditating. His consciousness covered the whole battlefield, and he had even separated some divine thoughts into the Biancheng Hall. Finally, his eyes suddenly opened. His real eyes fell on the chessboard. The chess piece in his hand hit the most critical place and stood up and said, "Old 2. Lao Qi! It's time to take down Lao Liu..."

The three temple masters grew up infinitely and looked down at the Biancheng Hall on the top of the mountain. King Qin Guang shook his sleeves and suddenly had a strong wind. He pointed to the Biancheng Hall and said, "Lao Liu! Give me 60 million souls, and we will retreat immediately..."

"Big brother, second brother and old seven, don't think that only the three of you can get together. The fourth and the young have brought troops here. Just let them go!" The king of Biancheng stood in the wind, his robe did not move at all, and replied happily.

The old man behind the king of Biancheng looked frightened. This time, he has been in a big basket. Not only did he not get the black prison fire horse in the Nether Mountain, but also provoked a lot of coquettishness. Now the three palace masters have brought troops. Such a big battle, the whole hell will be in chaos. At that time, he will be the whole hell. The sinner can only hope that he will not die too miserably, and then bear the reputation of all generations. He regrets it! Who said he was obsessed? If it hadn't been for King Biancheng's words, he wouldn't have been so presumptuously to rob King Qin Guang and equip his own direct troops.

"Ming! Look at what you have done. You don't have a head! You said that it was okay for you to grab the black prison fire horse when you went to the Nether Mountain, but look, you didn't get anything. This has come to the door, and you can only suffer such a dumb loss. Humph! If something really happens, you can do it yourself!" The king of Biancheng's face was as gloomy as water. After reprimanding, he glanced at the old man coldly, stopped talking, and walked down the city.

"My king! I would like to take the green elephant's iron horse out of the city for a bloody battle. I don't want to live in the world, but only want to apologize for my sins with death..." The underworld dares not to stay in the Biancheng Hall. He doesn't believe that he can still live safely after the war. He will either become a scapegoat or be thrown out to calm the anger of King Qin Guang. At present, the city war is the only way to solve the dilemma. It's over.

"Hmm! Do you think you can escape the blame if you die in battle? Stay in the city and supervise the war. You must not let the ghost soldiers of King Qin Guang enter the city. This is your first priority now. The king of Biancheng left a dull wooden man and walked away.

The words of King Biancheng were poured down like a basin of cold water, which made him feel cold. He remembered the flying domineering of King Biancheng in usual, and the disregard of his opponent. Everything was like a steel knife, constantly cutting his heart. If it hadn't been for his acquiescence, he would have really dared to copy the horse farm of King Qin Guang. No He must not work hard for him. He must find a way to live. The crazy idea in the shadow of his heart grew uncontrollably, as if he would completely drown him in an instant. What on earth is he going to do to make the chaos of hell come early, and even the few chess pieces laid by Hua Jun in advance were completely messed by him.

Looking at the scene in front of him, the struggle in Zhou Yisheng's heart was completely cut off by him. Can this still be stopped by manpower? 60 million ghost soldiers have been completely suppressed. There are ghost soldiers on the ground, the world, and even underground, which are as dense as the tide. On the other side of the mountain of Biancheng Hall, the two princes keep pouring in with 50 million ghost soldiers. Under the rule of the king of Biancheng, countless generals are also joining with ghost soldiers and rushing towards the battlefield. Come on.

The Lord of Hell waved his hand, and the picture immediately disappeared, leaving an empty stone wall. He frowned slightly, turned around and sat back on the chair, stroked the wooden, and looked around, full of worry.

"Have you thought about it? This is not only a great merit, but also a great blessing! If you succeed in stopping it and feel the way of heaven to you, it will invisibly add much good luck..."

Zhou Yisheng is just silent. If it can be solved with a touch of his mouth, he would rather try it, but Zhou Yisheng has never experienced such a scene. He dares not promise easily and can only consider it.

The Lord of Hell doesn't know what Zhou Yisheng is thinking, but I'm afraid he won't be very relieved if he really let Zhou Yisheng do it. However, he believes that Hua Jun fought against hell more than 20 years ago and almost turned the whole hell upside down. Even if he looks at the bear a little now, he should not make mistakes at the critical moment! So he was bewitched and said, "Think about it! This time you go, there is no loss for you. On the contrary, if you succeed, you will save the whole hell, which is only good for you, not bad..."

"Good! It's done." I have to say that the Lord of Hell is not a person who is good at demagogic, but that sentence did not lose anything. It really came to Zhou Yisheng's heart. He stood up excitedly and shouted, and suddenly thought of something big and asked, "What should I do?"

"How do I know what you should do!" The Lord of Hell is also puzzled, yes! Just thinking that hell is not chaotic, but they don't know where the root is. Moreover, with Zhou Yisheng's ability now, even several temple masters may not be able to see it, let alone mediate.

"Anyway, try your best to do it! Even if you can't, you have contributed, and I will reduce her sentence at my discretion. Now that Zhou Yisheng has agreed, the Lord of Hell can't seem stingy. If he wants the horse to run, he has to let the horse eat grass, so he throws a bigger bargaining chip for Zhou Yisheng to work for hell.

"Lord of Hell! Whether it works or not, I will take my mother away and I will leave. Zhou Yisheng stood up, left a hard sentence and turned around and left.

"Aren't you going to see her before you leave?" The king of death didn't seem to hear what Zhou Yisheng said, but asked puzzledly.

"No, I haven't seen her for decades, and it's still here. It's not bad for a while..." Zhou Yisheng was still a little worried, so he didn't go to see her, so as not to disturb his mood, and it's not good for what he will do next.

"Have a good journey..." The king of hell stood behind the public case and arched his hand to Zhou Yisheng's back, not only because of what Zhou Yisheng wanted to do, but also because Zhou Yisheng's feeling that he could go to hell alone to save his mother.

Out of the Hall of hell, there is no ghost soldier to stop it. Do they all know what they are going to do? Unexpectedly, there was no arrogant questioning. Although these puzzled Zhou Yisheng, the most important thing now is how to face the upcoming big problem. What is the biggest crux of this hell chaos and whether he has the ability to solve it? A trace of regret gradually came to my mind, and the impulse was the devil! What's wrong with him being seduced by that lame reason? Recently, he always likes to be restless. It seems that he always wants to do something and do something big. Is he jealous? What on earth is jealousy about himself? Alas! It seems that the fog is spreading, and I can't tell what I'm doing. For what, I always feel in the water and can't touch it.

The leader with unfathomable cultivation came to Zhou Yisheng with a blank face and said coldly to Zhou Yisheng, "Let's go! The Lord of Hell said that he would give you something back before he left.

Hmm! Zhou Yisheng wondered what it was. The Lord of Hell would let this not be his hand, but it's a good thing to take something! He followed quickly, but the leader seemed to deliberately embarrass him, always fast and slow, and Zhou Yisheng had to keep up quickly. If he slowed down, he would immediately turn his head and glance at Zhou Yisheng coldly. His eyes seemed to have a deep hatred of blood, and he wanted to culg out a piece of Zhou Yi's life.

"Hmm! You are not him at all." Walking to the bottom of a secluded hill, the leader stood at the mouth of the cave and was not walking. He turned his head to look at Zhou Yisheng and said headlessly. He felt bored again and shook his head and walked into the cave.

Every five steps, there is a torch in the cave, which illuminates the whole channel brightly, but there is no sentry. The torch is constantly cracking with boiling oil, and sometimes the brighter firelight is sometimes dimmer. I don't know how many turns he has turned and how many fork roads he has taken. Zhou Yisheng feels that his head is about to turn dizzy and has to I admired the commander's memory, and finally a bronze-cast door appeared, with a beast's head and nose ring, and countless ancient inscriptions on the door describing the ancient times of this place.

The shattering leader took out a yellow paper charm from his body, pasted it on the seam of the door, and pushed it hard with his hands on the nose ring. The yellow paper charm shined out a mysterious yellow light and immediately disappeared on the crack of the door. The bronze door made an ancient creak and was slowly pushed away.

The one took a step ahead and seemed to have the habit of greeting Zhou Yisheng. After entering, countless torches set up fire, quickly lit up the huge space, and placed countless sundries, including knives, swords, shields, spears, and siege equipment, and more torture tools, and countless black spots on them. With the tragedy of torture.

"Choose one! If you can't choose his things, it's mine. Humph!" He didn't give Zhou Yisheng a good face and said coldly.

Zhou Yisheng shrugged his shoulders. Isn't it just to humiliate you with the mouth of the Lord of Hell? After listening to this, Zhou Yisheng's heart was moved. What would his own things be? I couldn't help looking forward to it, recalling the dream I had, the Tianlong broken city halberd, and the black armor. What on earth was left in hell!

Zhou Yisheng is like a financial fan, constantly looking for this huge treasure house, observing with extremely critical eyes what is the most valuable and what is the sharpest, but whenever he wants to choose a favorite thing, he always thinks that there will be better things and never can't do it.

Finally, he found a Qiushui sword, which was simple in shape and did not know what material was forged. The hilt was a ferocious dragon head, inlaid with red gems in his eyes, and he immediately chanted loudly, like an ancient music, exuding a sharp murderous atmosphere.

"This is not yours. You'd better not choose. If you choose this sword, maybe you can't take it away at all, and you won't have anything from now on." This leader has been standing behind Zhou Yisheng. I don't know how many times he said this sentence. I don't know which time it was true, but I'm sure he didn't want Zhou Yisheng to get a good thing.

"Hey! I said whether you are annoyed or not. How many times have you said it? I choose what I like. You don't have to worry about it. Zhou Yisheng left his sword and turned around and said impatiently. This man was noisy in his ear like a fly. He wanted to slap or drive the fly to death or drive it away, but he did not have that ability. He was very distressed. His words made it more difficult for Zhou Yisheng to choose and completely disturbed his heart.