Chapter 143 Eight Hundred Scouts, King of the Ghost Army

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"Why hasn't Li Lin brought it yet?"

Chenghuang frowned and immediately unfolded. He looked at An Bochen, waved his hand and said, "Well, put him into the oil pan first."

When the voice fell, the bull-headed horse looked at each other and walked towards An Bochen.

A trembling in his heart, An Bochen gasped, looked over the bull's head and horse's face, staring at the city king who was sitting upright.

He can't die, let alone be imprisoned in hell and never live. He still has a lot of things to do, and many wishes that have not been realized... I haven't seen her yet, and I haven't seen my parents who have been separated for more than four years...

When the bull's head and horse's face was approaching, An Bochen was panicked and anxious, and couldn't help shouting: "City God! If you dare to hurt me today, I will make you die in the future!"

The City God was stunned, and then smiled: "Hahaha, I am the City God, how can I die? From now on, you will be imprisoned in hell. What can you do with me? If you don't have a sect or a backer, how can you make me die?"

Hearing the words, An Bochen was speechless and opened his mouth, but he didn't know what else to say.

As the City Lord said, he is weak and lonely. Today, he fell into the city and can't get out again. From then on, he disappeared in Liujing. Except for Li Xiaoguan and Xiaohou District, who will take care of it?

The bull's head and horse face raised his feet and held his arms. He had raised An Bochen and walked to the hot oil pan.

There was a strong sadness in An Bochen's heart. He was desperate to the extreme, but he knew that he finally thanked the curtain for more than a month. Good luck and adventures continued, but it ended today. So many close visions and dreams were also far away from him.

"Boom!"

At this moment, the sky shook, and the whole City God Temple shook violently. A ghost came in in a panic and shouted, "Sir, it's not a big deal! The enemy is coming!"

"Absurd, when did I have an enemy in the underworld!"

The city emperor suddenly got up and shouted at the ghost pawn, but he heard the sound of the horse's hoof from far to near. His face turned from black to white, and he stood stiff on the spot.

In a blink of an eye, the sound of horses' hoofs stopped. Up and down the lobby, everyone stood nervously and dared not breathe.

A cold voice sounded from the door of the government.

"Who said he didn't have a backer?"

Although the voice was cold, it was a little familiar. An Bochen's body trembled slightly, and he only felt that he was gently hit somewhere in the bottom of his heart and suddenly broke away from the bull's head and horse's face.

Looking back, I saw a valiant young man in a silver robe walking in. The soft armor wrapped around her slender and delicate body, and the green silk fluttered behind her head, like a waterfall. There was a silver snow mask hanging on her snow-white forehead, revealing only her charming curved chin, cherry-like red lips, and the eyes that made An Bochen throbbing. The same eyes, with a smile at that time, are bright and touching. At this time, it is like a snowy night and the moon. Although it is indifferent, these ecstasy eyes are enough to reverse the whole life.

Under the nine springs, the hell is the city, the moon is hanging high, and the gloomy atmosphere is stunned.

The young girl looked at each other quietly, and the inexplicable atmosphere flowed between the two, and there was also a trace of affection that made it difficult for them to hold at the same time.

However, just as the girl's eyes gradually softened, the hall heard the dry laughter of the Lord Chenghuang.

"This king... You are... Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, it must be a misunderstanding.

An Bochen could see clearly. At this moment, Sima Jin's eyes froze, and his whole body exuded a cold chill, as if the orchids bloomed in winter, which was too cold to look directly.

Is this the real her...

Looking at the young general who led Baiqi and wearing a heroic robe, An Bochen was slightly stunned and muttered in his heart.

In a blink of an eye, he saw Simajin open his robe and suddenly pulled out three feet of green front from his waist, pointing straight to the Chenghuang in the hall.

Master Chenghuang had already trembled with fear. At this time, when he saw Simajin's posture, he didn't know that the disaster was coming. His eyes inadvertently crossed Simajin and fell on the black-faced general behind her. The city emperor's face changed dramatically, and he stated and said, "Black impermanence? You, you... Are you the ghost army of the Simamen valve in Yangjie? This is the boundary of my underworld... If you cross the boundary privately, aren't you afraid of breaking the heavens?

"Tiantiao?"

Simajin sneered and said, "If there is a heavenly article, how can hundreds of ghosts travel at night? Even if there is a heavenly nature, you can't stop me."

The remaining light fell on An Bochen beside him. Simajin hesitated and put down the sword in his hand.

"Where is the black impermanence? Drag the old thief into the oil pan."

Sima Jin's voice was cold everywhere, but it warmed An Bochen's heart. He saw the black-faced master pulled out the city god from the hall and walked to the oil pan as if no one was around. He didn't care about the city god's crying and begging for mercy. He threw it into the hot oily water, and then went straight to the devout woman who was as a dumb as a wooden chicken.

An Bochen's heart moved and quickly said, "Hong Fu, spare her life."

"Black impermanence, spare her."

Simajin did not think without thinking.

When the voice fell, it was not only black and impermanence, but also Bai Duoqi outside the government also looked at An Bochen. Although he had a straight face, the surprise in his eyes was revealed.

Being stared at by more than a hundred ghost troops at the same time, An Bochen only felt that his scalp was numb and uncomfortable. He saw Sima Jin coming towards him with a cold face and grabbed his arm and walked out of the government.

Until this time, the ghost scouts finally couldn't help opening their mouths and stunned, as if they had seen something incredible.

Walking out of the government gate and the City God Temple, what was lost sight was the endless long grass, flying in the wind and rolling into the dark sky.

Fangze poured into his nose and looked at the familiar but strange girl beside him. An Bochen suddenly stopped and said, "Hong Fu, you won't die, will you?"

The girl was stunned and inexplicably looked at An Bochen, who pretended to be nervous, and laughed.

This smile seemed to be blooming, bright and bright, breaking the ice in her eyes.

"You're just dead... Yes, you are indeed dead once.

Simajin stared at An Bochen and said with a smile.

The young girl looked at each other in the depths of hell under the nine springs, and there was a faint joy in her eyes at the same time, but she didn't say anything anymore.

After a long time, Simajin turned his eyes and looked at the Chenghuang Temple, which had been trampled by a hundred horses and had become a broken wall. He thought, "So, that Qian Po has something to do with the situation of Liujing?"

An Bochen nodded and said, "Yes, it has something to do with the Dragon Girl."

"Dragon Girl... Yes, I have sent someone to build a good dragon's shrine. When I return to the sun this time, I will order someone to send it to Moyun Tower.

Simajin said, and then thought of something and smiled.

"Xiao Anzi, how do you get along with that Mr. Yan?"

Aware of Sima Jin's joking eyes, An Bochen's cheeks were slightly red, but she didn't know how she knew those things.

Listen to Sima Jin continue to say, "That Yan Fuzi is a very interesting person. It is no accident to appear in Liujing this time. Don't be negligent. I will organize his life stories and send them to you together with the shrine.

Hearing Simajin's point, An Bochen nodded thoughtfully. In a trance, he seemed to have returned to Liujing in the south of the Yangtze River. The two of them elaborated the situation word by word, played in the capital, and repeatedly turned into danger.

"Xiao Anzi, what do you want to ask, but there are variables from the left? I can only stay in the underworld with three sticks of incense, and I need to return immediately.

Seeing that An Bochen's eyebrows were locked and stunned, but he didn't know what he was thinking about, Simajin was helpless.

A man in Liujing is like a fish in water, facing the thousands of troops and killing the head of the Li family angrily. He is as if he is favored by the princes and ministers of the State of Liu, but he still looks like this, which is really... But this is also good...

"You are in the State of Wu, have you been bullied?"

The teenager's voice of concern sounded in his ear. Simajin was stunned, and his delicate body trembled for no reason. He only felt that something in the depths of his heart seemed to melt unstoppable.

At the end of the traceless dark sky, suddenly there was the sound of thunder. After listening carefully, I found that it was the sound of drumming. Accompanied by the sound of drums, it was an iron horse that was connected into a line like a tide, stepping on the long grass and rushing straight to the city.

An Bochen suppressed the surprise in his heart and looked at Sima Jin, but saw that she didn't know when she had been riding on the horse's back. Her eyes were cold and heroic, and hundreds of horses were surrounded behind her.

"It's the Wujie Yin Army... Lord?"

The black-faced general asked in a low voice.

In the light, the young man stood at a loss. Simajin resisted the impulse to look at the last time, suddenly pulled up the reins and shouted in a low voice: "Break the enemy!"

Seeing that Sima Jin led Baiqi to rush into the wilderness, An Bochen came to his senses. His words were in his mouth, but he knew that she could no longer hear.

Under the dark sky, the long cherry-like hair has turned back into green silk, flying among the long grass, affecting the young man's heart, but a moment later, he and the countless Wu Guoyin army on the opposite side penetrated into the endless fog at the same time.

The wilderness is empty, and there is no longer a half-person figure.

An Bochen's heart twitched, his face turned pale, and he heard the voice of flattery behind him.

"Don't worry about the immortals. The ghost army of the Sima family is famous even in my Yin world, and the Yin soldiers in Da Kuang Difu have no opponent."

An Bochen turned around and looked at the tall and thin judge, nodding and bowing, with a flattering look on his face.

He frowned into Sichuan, and An Bochen said suspiciously, "But she only has a hundred riders."

"A hundred riders are not afraid."

The judge lowered his head and smiled, "The immortals don't know, eight hundred scouts, the king of the ghost army. Not to mention the 3,000 Wu Guoyin army, even if there are another three thousand, it is not the enemy of the hundred ghost army.

"I hope so."

An Bochen sighed secretly and could only comfort himself in this way.

"I don't know when the immortals will return to the sun? If I stay any longer, I'm afraid..."

"Now."

Hearing this, the judge breathed a sigh of relief and hesitated. He took out a black token from his arms and respectfully handed it to An Bochen.

"This is the ghost charm of the Liujing City Emperor. Shangxian only needs to ignite the yin pattern on the back to summon the subordinate."

An Bochen took the ghost charm curiously, looked down, and suddenly felt that his body sank. He was caught off guard, and his whole body fell into the ripples of the ripples...

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Liujing, at dusk, the clouds are flowing, and the glow is falling.

An Bochen opened his eyes in a daze and yawned. In sight was a concerned Li Xiaoguan.