Chapter 123 Windy Grass

The last trace of residual sun in the sky disappeared in the deep night. The colorful colors illuminated every piece of land of the Fayan Peak, and the swords and shadows everywhere flowed into rivers, as if the whole mountain peaks were moaning in pain in the bloody battle **.

In addition to the An family and the silent family, the other 11 major families and the various forces of the Northern Hades are all unrelentlessly thrown into the torrent of the troubled times, waiting for tomorrow's sunrise with countless lives and blood.

With the prohibition and magic array that Fa Yanfeng has operated for 3,000 years, the Ni Shijia Alliance has firmly defended its positions and firmly restrained the advance of the departing family's army.

But everyone knows very well that the real decisive battle is not in the periphery, but in Lingyun Pavilion.

Therefore, on the one hand, there is a fierce attack, and on the other hand, there is a solid defense. Every inch of land must be exchanged for blood and life.

Almost all the elites of both sides are devoted to the main battlefield of Fayanfeng. Thousands of people and tens of thousands of people sacrificed their lives to fight in the melee. They only knew that if they lost, there would be no tomorrow.

In terms of strength, the departing family camp, which gathers the Yin family, the Geshu family, the Leng family, the death family, the Yan family and a small part of the Xuan family, have a slight advantage. However, this advantage was quickly offset by the geographical advantage in front of the Ni Shijia League, which was fighting at home, forming a stalemate.

Suddenly, three dark green fireworks rose in the night sky.

Thousands of ghosts surged out of the darkness like a tsunami and joined the departing family camp.

The state of glue on both sides of the war was broken.

Those fresh troops from the ghost city were like rows of tides under the night, howling excitedly and rushing to the magic rock peak.

At least 70% of them are the primary ghosts of consciousness chaos. They don't know what extinction is at all. They are completely driven by bloodthirsty instinct and are driven by high-level evil spirits.

"Boom, boom, boom--" The prohibition and magic arrays guarding Fa Yanfeng were scattered and exploded, and a group of colorful lights rose to the sky, blowing up countless grievances, but more and more swarmed in.

The war situation turned sharply, and the first line of defense outside Fayan Peak was lost one after another. The Ni Shijia coalition had to retreat to the front line of Haitian Cliff and defend it.

Wenjing is also among them.

She is now a disciple of the Youshi family. She received instructions early and gathered at Haitian Cliff at noon, ready to go up the mountain to mourn the moon after nightfall.

Who knows the mutiny? She was confused and wrapped up in a big fight. So far, she has not figured out that they are all disciples of the Northern Underworld. Why do they kill each other? Why do they want to fight to death?

She felt that her hand holding the knife was trembling. On the battlefield of flesh and blood, she was as small as a grass, and if she was not careful, she would be broken silently.

Beside her are the other four outer disciples of the Youshi family. Five people formed a formation to protect themselves, which could withstand the attack of seven or eight disciples from the departed family camp.

"Hey, do you still recognize me?" Suddenly, a disciple of the Shu family, who was familiar with her appearance, asked her in a strange voice.

Wen Jing suddenly remembered that the disciples of the Geshu family gathered behind Ge Shu Zhan that day. He did meet once, but he didn't know his name.

"My surname is Qu, and we are really narrow!" The disciple of Geshu's family sneered, opened the quiet knife with his vertical sword, and hit her chest with his palm.

Despite the hard work, Wen Jing still stays in the psychic realm of the fifth level of the true level. If you have this cultivation in the Qianxuan Gate of Qinyuan Mansion, you can be called a first-class master, and it is difficult to meet an enemy within thousands of miles. But this is the Northern Hades Mansion, one of the three mansions of the Demon Gate, which is really not enough.

She clenched her teeth and stepped out of her palms sideways to fight. She banged her palms, and her delicate body staggered back five steps in a row, and a wisp of blood flowed out of her cherry lips.

"Kill you bitch!" Qu Duan was unforgiving, and he stabbed Wen's mouth again with a sword.

Wen Jing knew that he was more or less auspicious. He subconsciously closed his eyes and waved his knife to Qu Duan with all his strength.

Unexpectedly, a shocking thunderbolt suddenly sounded above his head: "Go to hell!"

"Unruly?!" Wen Jing was so unfamiliar with his voice and couldn't help opening his eyes. He happened to see the unruly falling like a demon god and kicking the sword in Qu Duan's hand.

"Puff!" Wen Jing was originally a sword that sacrificed her life to hit Qu Duan's neck.

Qu Duan screamed, and the blood splashed down the wound.

"Miss Wen, don't be afraid. I'm here, and no one wants to hurt you!" E unruly stood in front of Wen Jing fiercely, and the grinding golden bully hammer shone brightly. In an instant, he smashed the other seven disciples of the Shu family.

"Unruly, who is this girl? She is very watery." Suddenly, a woman's voice came from the air, but it sounded stiff and strange, as if the metal hole was sharp and harsh by the wind.

Wen Jing looked up and looked up. It was okay not to look at it. At this glance, she couldn't help but almost faint with a "m mother".

In the air ten meters away from the ground, there was a red and glittering zombie standing all over.

That's all. Behind the zombies, there are hundreds of zombies of all sizes. A little farther away, you can see white skeletons in the queue, hanging ghosts with tongues hanging down to their feet, ferocious impermanence ghosts, ghosts without hands and feet, and skinny starving ghosts...

It was dense and full of flowers, and all of them bowed to Wen Jing and said, "How are you, Miss Wen!"

Wen Jing's face was pale, and her hands and feet were weak. She couldn't recover for a long time. She didn't know how she raised her hand to respond to those evil spirits who respectfully saluted her. "Hey, you... Hello."

E unruly didn't care about this. He introduced the first female zombie to Wen Jing and said, "Miss Wen, this is my mother!"

Before waiting for Wen Jing to answer, the zombie mother rushed to her in front of her like a gust of wind. A pair of blood-red eyes turned up and down to look here and there. She praised, "Unruly, you are very discerning."

E Wujing glanced at Wenjing and scratched and said, "It's all your mother. You usually teach well."

This flattery made the zombie mother feel very comfortable. She smiled and said, "Well, the matter between you and Miss Wen is on me. If the old man dares not to agree, I will twist his head and use it as a chamber pot!"

E unruly's face suddenly smiled and said, "Mom, let's go to see Dad!"

The zombie mother said, "Come on, this old man, I'm dead, and I have to worry about him." His head made a 180-degree whirl around his neck, staring at the ghost kings and ghosts standing behind him and said, "Listen, I went up the mountain in advance. You stay here. If you lose the Haitian Cliff, hum, hum--"

Those ghost kings and ghosts who were majestic in the underground world of the ghost city trembled all over and said repeatedly, "Yes, yes... Don't worry."

The zombie mother said angrily, "Am I old? How dare you secretly laugh at me?"

The ghost kings and ghosts were so shocked that they couldn't speak. Thanks to one of them, they hurriedly shouted, "Kill the enemy. Don't be stunned here. Hurry up and kill the enemy!"

When the ghosts heard the words, they suddenly opened their faces, like a group of evil wolves rushing to the coalition of the departed family.

There are only a thousand fierce evil spirits, but their cultivation is above the fourth level of the real level, and they are the elites in the underground world. Now they have vented all their evil resentment and bad luck on the heads of the departed family coalition. The ghosts suddenly flew everywhere, and the scene was terrible.

The morale of the Ni family alliance, which was originally in a declining situation, was greatly boosted, and it took advantage of the opportunity to turn to attack and defeat the people of the family.

Wen Jing took a breath of relief. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but ask E Wujing, "Why do these evil spirits listen to your mother's words?"

E Wujing said proudly, "These guys used to be fierce, but they were all suppressed by my mother's runes refined with Haotian's essence. Whoever is not obedient will call them to see grandma!"

Wen Jing became more and more confused, but the zombie mother grabbed her slender waist and said, "Dir, follow me, let's find your father-in-law!"

She rushed forward with her bare hands to protect the dizzy Wen Jing. E unruly waved the grinding gold king hammer to echo on the side, and the mother and son were like tigers entering the sheep and killing in the direction of Lingyun Pavilion.

At this moment, the leaders of the major families are all gathered around Lingyun Pavilion to fight, and there are not many first-class masters in the peripheral battlefield. Zombie mothers kill people when they see people, and kill ghosts when they see ghosts. No matter which side the other party is from, as long as they block the way or don't like them, they will kill them all first.

Her move was extremely simple, either with a claw or a punch, and the opponent around her immediately died. Later, when it came to Xingtou, his neck soared by more than ten meters, and then his head expanded several times. He opened his blood basin and bit off his head alive!

Wen Jing saw such a brutal killer for the first time. Her heart kept beating wildly. The strong blood irritated her stomach with nausea. She held her breath and closed her eyes and dared not look more.

Hearing the sound of the wind, he came to the outside of Lingyun Pavilion in a blink of an eye. He saw hundreds of leaders of major families fighting in the sky and underground. The blood fog flew in the air and the limbs were dancing wildly. It was not clear who was who or who was, and which side had the upper hand.

"Son, take a look, where is your damn father?" The zombie mother hovered and stared at the copper bell-like eyes to search for the trace of Eshan Qiu in the sea of people.

E Wujing said urgently, "Mom, when do you want to find it? Let's call it. Maybe Dad can agree when he hears it!"

The zombie mother was overjoyed and said, "My son is still smart, that's it!"

She didn't care how many people were inside and outside Lingyun Pavilion. She shouted with luck, "Husband--"

He was unruly and unambiguous. He broke his voice and shouted, "Dad--"

These two sounds are like rolling thunder and echoing in the night sky. The masters of both sides are making their eyes red. At first glance, when they hear the call of "husband" and "daddy", they can't help but be stunned and cast the corners of their eyes.

Zombie mother looked at herself strangely, let go of her throat and shouted, "Husband--"

Suddenly, someone in the chaotic army shouted tremblingly, "Xiaoxian, I'm here..."