The endless black air rose out, turning into monsters and monsters, surrounding the underworld. There were screams and cries everywhere, just like Jiezhou City when they were looted by the Western Army Imperial Guards during the day.

The Yang world is the world of materiality, and the hostility at most forms a dragon, which indirectly affects the weather and causes disasters. However, in the Yin world, it can directly transform into various strange-shaped monsters and monsters. They catch the ghosts and put them in their mouths to bite and chew. The scene is extremely chaotic.

Jiao Yong, who was in charge of the Yin Si, could no longer sit still. He was named a ghost general by Wen Fei and guarded the Yin Si in Luoyang. How could he tolerate these resentment and voluntary spirits? He wanted to lead his troops down the mountain to clear it out. However, he was stopped by Li Qingchen: "General Jiao Yong, you have too few soldiers and horses under you. I'm afraid it won't help if you go!"

Jiao Yong naturally knew that there were too few ghost soldiers under his command. Last time, he finally trained a thousand ghost soldiers, but half of them were separated by Wen Fei. Now he is working hard, and there are only two thousand elite ghost soldiers under his command, and tens of thousands of them have been recruited, and there are not many miscellaneous ghost soldiers who have not trained. This kind of power is difficult to defend the Great Lord Palace, let alone go down the mountain to rescue the souls of the Yinsi City.

"Can I just watch it?" Jiao Yong said unwillingly.

Li Qingchen said lightly: "Everyone who is summoned by the Great Lord is in my Great Lord Hall. But the ghosts at the foot of the mountain are actually the relatives of the previous city god, and they have nothing to do with my Great Lord Hall!"

Jiao Yong suddenly felt like a bucket of cold water was poured down from his head, and his whole body was cold. Li Qingchen said it right, it was indeed the case. The world is just a emperor and a minister, but the dark world is different, it is much more cruel.

Anyone who is protected by the previous god will be transformed into ashes with the gods as the gods fall. However, Wen Fei, the great master of the Ghost Emperor, governs such an underworld as the great god who ruled the Yin world, has a position that far exceeds that of the City God. This allows the ghosts in the Yinsi City to survive and are protected by the power of the Ghost Emperor.

"These are not my God's relatives, they are just burdens. No matter how many deaths are, what does it have to do with us?" Li Qingchen said lightly.

Jiao Yong felt cold in his heart, and his awe for Li Qingchen became even deeper. He would never dare to fight with Li Qingchen in the future. He said in his heart that we, like warriors, have to use swords and guns to kill people. These scholars are sinister in their hearts, and they can kill thousands of people without any expression. I can't compare to Lao Jiao, and I still have to retreat when I see him in the future!

Wen Fei didn't know the various changes that occurred when the Luoyang Yinsi and the Chi Shen Realm merged. In fact, the entire spiritual world was buzzing at this time. The sky was chaotic, as if a huge vortex appeared on the dark sky, and countless yellow spiritual energy sprinkled down like rain.

The spiritual world, which originally had an illusory and unreal taste, and the palace groups were bathed in this yellow rain of spiritual energy, gradually becoming solidified.

Even those collapsed palaces and buildings were restored in it, and they became as smooth as new in the blink of an eye.

"Hurry and steadily," Wang Wenqing shouted, looking very difficult to support.

The Ghost Emperor's Great Lord made a brilliant work, and the divine power burst out all over his body. From the perspective of divine power, he did not reach the color of pure gold. The gold color is the most positive, the purple energy is the most expensive, and the others are just variegated colors.

The divine power on the body of the Ghost Emperor is still the color of dark gold. After all, the time of birth is still short and there is not enough accumulation. Various handprints have changed from his hand, and runes flew out and poured into the vortex above the spiritual world.

With a loud bang, the vortex that had originally shaken violently stabilized.

Then there was another even louder vibration, and even Wang Wenqing snorted coldly and took two steps back. Thousands of auspicious ribbons that extended into the void collapsed inch by inch.

Wen Fei almost fell off the throne, and the throne that had already healed was closed again.

With a long hissing of "Unh...", a huge dragon covered in red and black color was protruding from the vortex and preparing to crawl in.

"The evil spirit turns into a dragon!" Wang Wenqing shouted: "So this is the legendary dragon!"

Without Wang Wenqing's call, Wen Fei had already seen it. This dragon was not a physical body at all, but was transformed by some red and black aura. Although it only penetrated a head, it could also be seen that the dragon was like a living creature, with scales and claws on its body. There was a single horn on its head, and there was a blood-red in its eyes, which looked extremely terrifying.

"Go..." Wang Wenqing shouted and suddenly flew up. The divine general who had transformed from spirit actually emitted a dazzling purple-gold lightning, and an iron spear trembled, shaking at the eyes of the dragon.

The dragon had only one head and squeezed into the spiritual world through a vortex. Seeing that the situation was not good, it struggled violently and twisted, trying to squeeze all over its body. However, its body was too huge and the vortex was too small. After struggling like this, it seemed that an earthquake of magnitude 7 or 8 occurred in the entire spiritual world, and it shook and vibrated. But it was not easy to squeeze in for a while?

Ding, a shot stabbed the dragon in the eyelid, and it actually made a sound of metal and iron fighting. The continuous purple and gold thunder lightning surged over, and the dragon of lightning made an angry howl.

The red and black aura on his body evaporated quickly like the sunlight seeing ice and snow.

Now, the dragon suddenly rushed forward, opened its mouth and sprayed out a mouthful of black gas like burning gasoline and rubber, as if it was full of smoke, spraying on Wang Wenqing. The purple-gold light of Wang Wenqing's body flashed and barely supported it.

Wen Fei saw it cheaply, and his crown robe shook, and the pattern of the evil ghosts on it lit up. Hundreds of powerful people rolled out, howling and flying up, pounced towards the dragon.

Some evil spirits were even still fierce, and even Wang Wenqing dared not let go, so he rushed over. As soon as he came into contact with the lightning, he turned into ashes. These powerful bullies and feared evil, and when they saw Wang Wenqing's power was so powerful, they did not dare to provoke him. They rushed towards the dragon and started biting them randomly.

The dragon's body was transformed by the anger. After a few bites, the evil ghosts seemed to have encountered the supreme delicacy. They shouted and desperately pounced on the dragon's body to bite.

The dragon screamed angrily, constantly emitting violent anger, but it was like a lion hitting a fly, and could not use any strength.

In a moment, the dragon's head was bitten to form a shape, and there was a blurry black gas, but it was no longer the original dragon. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile phone users please read it.)
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