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- Chapter 267: Crusade
(Due to my wife¡¯s medical treatment and isolation, I traveled far away and did not ask for leave. I hope everyone can forgive me!)
Night fell as usual, covering the earth. The moon is dark tonight and the wind is high. The wind is blowing through the desolate streets, making the windows make a squeaking sound.
The inn, in the room, everything is ready.
¡°Sir, be careful in everything!¡±
Ying Ning gave her last words of advice.
Chen Jianchen responded with a slight smile, and with a thought, using the effect of Yin Yang Warm Jade, the Soul God entered the Yin Division world. The place where it is located is also a small town.
It¡¯s just that this city is not that city. Compared with Luoshui City in the Yang world, the city of Yinsi is much smaller. The buildings inside are very sparse and there are only two small streets.
The streets were quiet and deserted, not even a ghost was seen.
Chen Jianchen walked leisurely. As he appeared, ghosts finally began to appear, emerging from the darkness on both sides. There were ferocious looking ghosts and peaceful ghosts with peaceful faces, as if they were like mortals. No different. Curious eyes came one after another, and they all fell on Chen Jianchen.
These eyes are mixed with greedy desire and desire, especially when they are staring at the piece of warm yin-yang jade on Chen Jianchen's waist - the treasure not only touches people's hearts, but also touches the hearts of ghosts.
Soon, Chen Jianchen released the signal. But at this time, more and more ghosts were gathering around, and they were gathering layer by layer, with an awe-inspiring ghostly presence.
Peng!
Chen Jianchen flashed his sword behind his head, and the Haoran Yangwu Sword floated up. Even if it was not unsheathed, the sharp and cold breath was not something that those ghosts could withstand. The ghosts howled and howled fiercely, and retreated like a tide. Look, Chen Jianchen's gaze was full of fear and shrinkage.
Although their intelligence is gone, their remaining instincts are even more evasive to righteousness.
Chen Jianchen saw a stone placed on the east side of the street, so he walked over and sat down on the ground. In the distance, there was still some green phosphorescence flickering, and the shuttles lingered around, seeming to be watching.
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There was a loud sound of horse hooves, and a team composed of hundreds of Yin horses rushed in mightily, leading a flag and unfurling a City God flag to indicate that the person coming was the City God of Jiangzhou Yinsi.
At this moment, all the local ghosts were unable to escape. In front of the Lord City God, they are like ants, ant people.
It can be seen that the official authority of the Yin Division is equally easy to use.
There are bull heads and horse faces in the team, black and white, and there are all kinds of monsters, monsters, and snakes. All of them are strong and strong. Although they don't look as good as the well-trained Yin soldiers, and the equipment is uneven and disorganized, at least they seem to have the same combat effectiveness. Not bad.
When he came to Chen Jianchen, Wang Chenghuang hurriedly got off his horse and came to see him.
Chen Jianchen glanced at the team with indifferent eyes and asked: "Is everyone here?"
Wang Chenghuang replied: "Everyone who can fight has been transferred."
"Well, just follow the original plan."
Taking a big step forward, wherever he went, the ghosts moved aside one after another. Chen Jianchen climbed directly into a black sedan chair, which was carried by two ghost servants.
"Set off!"
Wang Chenghuang gave an order, and the team turned around and headed out to the west of the city.
The march of Yinsi is light and strange, as if it ignores the weight of space and is extremely fast. Sitting in the sedan chair, Chen Jianchen felt like he was flying, floating in the clouds.
He closed his eyes and rested his mind. At this moment, he felt relaxed and concentrated on practicing the "Sanli Zhenzhang". It was not a sharpening of skills in battle, but a habit that was deeply rooted in his bones.
To this day, Chen Jianchen has a vague feeling in his heart that perhaps after this battle, his righteousness cultivation can break through the bottleneck and enter the mysterious realm of "making meritorious deeds".
This step is very important.
If the merit is accomplished, the righteousness can be released, condensed and formed, tangible and qualitative, which means that the representative Haoran Yangwu Sword can be realized, which is worth looking forward to. In addition, the combination of the physical body and the soul will be further harmonious. When entering the underworld, there is no need to separate the two, just break in directly.
Such a state is like a monk with advanced cultivation. When they enter the underworld, they don't need the help of magic weapons or magic weapons at all. They can directly use magic power to break open the space and break in.
Wang Chenghuang rode a tall horse, leading the way. While running fast, I couldn't help but secretly look back at the sedan chair behind me, thinking: With the young master in charge, this battle is almost certain!
He has personally seen how powerful Chen Jianchen is. Even the original Judge Wu was as vulnerable as a chicken or a dog in the face of righteousness. No matter how powerful Hou Qing became, he would still be vulnerable to a blow.??Possibly an opponent.
After Hou Qing is killed, the entire Jiangzhou becomes impregnable and there are no more unstable factors. Wang Chenghuang's position is naturally extremely secure. Then he thought of Judge Wu who had been stolen and turned into a phoenix. After many days of training, he was now almost fake and real, and he would soon be returning to the City of Wasted Death to regain his life.
Wang Chenghuang is confident that even in front of King Yama of the Tenth Palace, the inner ghost and house monster will not reveal any flaws.
Now, they are like grasshoppers on the same line, and there is no room for Wang Chenghuang not to care about him. Don¡¯t forget, Chen Jianchen¡¯s ghost-fighting skills have always been on his mind. With this control, Wang Chenghuang didn't dare to have any objections at all, so he had to follow Chen Jianchen obediently.
About half an hour later, the team suddenly stopped. It turned out that they had arrived at a plain, where ghosts gathered together, as if they were holding some kind of show, with lights and colors, singing and dancing.
The ghosts are celebrating. This in itself feels a bit uncanny, and the scene looks extremely spooky.
Wang Chenghuang frowned, his heart brightened, and he sneered and said to himself: "Now that things have come to this, Hou Qing, you still want to play this little trick with me, it is an unforgivable crime."
He waved his hand and shouted: "Kill!"
After giving the order, the two small teams of ghost soldiers immediately rushed out with weapons in hand.
boom!
The plain disappeared, the ghost group disappeared, and the original scene changed. The towering black mountain was not far in front of us, but at the foot of the mountain path, a white bone wall with a height of more than ten feet blocked the way.
"Just based on this, do you want to stop the crusade led by this city god himself? Break it for me!"
Wang Chenghuang came with great fanfare, originally under the banner of "crusade", and was fearless. Anyway, the two sides only showed strength, and all the dignity and kindness were torn off.
¡°Crackling¡
Various weapon attacks rained down on the bone wall. Unexpectedly, it didn't move at all and couldn't even open a hole. Wang Chenghuang became furious and took action himself, opening his mouth and flying out a small hammer.
The hammer grew bigger when it saw the wind, preferably as big as a basket, and hit the bone wall hard with a loud sound. Wang Chenghuang's heart trembled, and he was faintly shaken by the force of the backlash, but the bone wall still didn't move. Like mountains.
Could it be that our side came with murderous intent and returned defeated in front of such a wall of bones? After this matter spreads out, I am afraid that I will become a laughing stock and everyone will betray me.
The demons and monsters under his command were almost halfway up at the moment, showing off their abilities and attacking the bone wall. Unfortunately, most of their efforts were in vain, and the scene was very unbearable.
Wang Chenghuang gritted his teeth and made up his mind. Even if he risked his life, he would still smash the bone wall. Otherwise, where would his prestige be? It's just that he was worried. The fifteen buckets were all in disarray. He was even more worried that even a full blow would not be able to shake the bone wall. In that case, he would really lose face.
"Let me do it!"
Chen Jianchen¡¯s voice came from behind, calm and indifferent. He got off the sedan chair and walked to the bone wall. He looked at it for a long time and then there was a pen in his hand.
Wang Chenghuang¡¯s pupils tightened, and he shouted in his heart: Pen, the young master showed his mysterious pen!
Wang Chenghuang had heard about Chen Jianchen¡¯s possession of a magical writing brush a long time ago. At that time, he had wondered whether the other person¡¯s writing brush might be the one that had long been legendary in the underworld. But when I think about it, it feels a little weird. After all, they are so unrelated to each other that it is difficult to be together in detail.
Later, in the process of dealing with Judge Wu, Chen Jianchen suddenly launched an attack, relying on the power of that pen. Unfortunately, the incident happened suddenly at that time. Wang Chenghuang was confused for a while and didn't know how to make a decision, so he didn't pay much attention at the time. , too late to take a closer look. Right now is a good opportunity.
" If the pen that Chen Jianchen holds is really that one, then what happened is so extraordinary that it can be described as earth-shattering, and the underworld may change forever
At that moment, Wang Chenghuang opened his eyes and stared nervously at the pen in Chen Jianchen¡¯s hand¡ª¡ª
Huh!
??Can¡¯t help but exhale softly in surprise.
It turns out that no matter how carefully and attentively he looked, he could not clearly see the specific appearance of the pen. It was like looking at flowers in the fog, always separated by a layer of haze.
How is this going?
Wang Chenghuang used his magic power unbelievingly, and wanted to see it more clearly. Unexpectedly, where his eyes were, a green light shone brightly, and tears were immediately stimulated to flow down. He quickly looked away.
sharp!
He knew how powerful it was, and no longer dared to show off, but the doubts in his heart became stronger and stronger, and his heart was beating wildly.
"Sir, this bone wall is very solid"
Wang Chenghuang did not dare to ask directly, so he could only??Knock on the side.
Chen Jianchen said: "It is indeed very strong."
Wang Chenghuang asked: "Do you want to break it open with a pen?"
Chen Jianchen shook his head: "No, I just want to write a word on the bone wall."
Wang Chenghuang¡¯s eyes bulged, and he was immediately relieved: Scholars use pen and ink to express their emotions and aspirations. The pen itself does not actually have much meaning. What is important is what is written through the pen. The so-called straight writing can be written down through the ages and records merits and deeds. Written content is where the real power lies.
He could understand, but the demons and ghosts under his command didn't know why, and they all stretched their necks to look. It depends on how Chen Jianchen behaves, what is the use of writing on the bone wall, and what kind of words will be written.
Chen Jianchen didn¡¯t think about it for too long, and he was so blessed that he raised his pen and the pen moved like a dragon or a snake. The ink on the evil-warming pen seems to never dry up. Although it has entered the world of souls and gods, the pen is as clear as new, and the ink is dripping with a big character:
"dismantle!"
As soon as the pen and ink were completed, the seemingly indestructible bone wall immediately collapsed and turned into countless messy bones, covering the ground.
Disassemble the words and wither!
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