Chapter 282: Ten thousand years of pride are empty words, three mountains are in vain

Yes, there are only more than 96,900 people in the Meishan line.
There were only 60,000 mortal survivors, and the monks were dead and wounded. They were slightly well-preserved, the tens of thousands of soldiers outside the city.
Meishan’s vitality was severely damaged, and Meicheng would no longer exist; if it weren’t for the timely support of Lu Chunyang, Yang Jian and others, the Meicheng’s line would be destroyed today and would no longer exist.
The most ironic thing is that the executioner who launched the extinction battle is the city lord, Meiguihun.
"City Lord, why is this, city lord!"
Zhang Boshi knelt in front of Mei Guihun, hiding his face and crying bitterly. The generals of Meicheng were silent. Many people looked sad, and many looked desperate.
Mei Guihun didn't dare to look up, but just sat there with her head bowed in silence, with a sneer at the corner of her mouth.
Several generals stepped forward to inquire, and the tragic feelings made people all touched.
Finally, Mei Guihun murmured: "Everyone should go find father together, okay?"
It makes people feel chilly, and I always feel that there is a chill from the soles of the feet into the body.
They were worried that there were other arrangements in Meicheng, and at this time they had already settled the survivors on the southeast plain and set up camp.
It's just that the camp is filled with sorrow and crying.
"Oh," Aoji hiding behind coughed, and said to Yang Jian, "I have a treasure that was picked up on the road. It is a bit vicious and is about to be destroyed. You can directly take out the human spirit and put it on a rune. Yin, what do you ask him, what his soul will answer."
This treasure should be used by the Dragons to torture the prisoners. Ao Ji can’t say that this vicious object belongs to their Dragons, but the saying of ‘picked up on the road’ is really...
Don't care about these details.
"Gong Lin," Yang Jian said, "If you want to use it, you can decide by yourself."
Yao Gonglin sighed: "Since we know that today's tragedy is an arrangement of the powerful demon clan, why bother to torture her again?"
"It's wrong," one person said with tears, "if we mix with the spies of the monster clan, will it be a disaster in the future."
At this time, among the generals of Meicheng, the two most prestigious Guoshen and Naoken stood up, and they all said they would use this treasure for Meiguihun...
This treasure is a lotus platform with seven lotus petals, on which a layer of evil spirit lingers.
Ao Ji put the lotus platform in Yang Jian's hands and explained the usage, then quietly retreated, but didn't want to be this villain.
Yang Jian didn't say anything, he directly sacrificed the lotus platform and put it on the head of Mei Guihun's head, letting him tear the soul of Mei Guihun.
"No, no, don't do this to me..." Mei Guihun suddenly screamed, "I don't want to say it! I don't want it!"
The generals couldn't bear it, Yang Jian frowned and sighed slightly, looking up at the stars in the sky.
On Mei Guihun’s head, a small person was slowly pulled out. It was her fairy soul; but this fairy soul was a little weird, with a layer of fairy spirit lingering on it, but in the fairy spirit , It was a wave of cold resentment and death.
"Dead?" Lu Chunyang shouted in silence.
Yang Jian flipped his hand and pressed it, and the seven-petal lotus platform accelerated its rotation, and the little man was collected into the bottom of the lotus platform with a whistle.
When he reappeared, the soul of Mei Guihun was sitting on the lotus platform, with a dense chain of talisman entwined with him, and his face was calm and unhappy.
Lu Chunyang took the lead and asked, "Where does the death energy outside of your soul come from?"
Mei Guihun's primordial spirit and physical body showed a trace of struggle at the same time, but as the chain of talisman flickered, the struggle quickly returned to calm.
Mei Guihun said in a calm tone: "Dead, because I was already dead, but the fairy soul was drawn out, refined into a demon soul, and returned to this body. But I am no longer a ghost, no Immortal is not demon, death cannot enter reincarnation, life cannot be detached.
"Who did it!" Zhang Boshi's eyes were red.
"My uncle, Mei Linhan; and the power of the monster clan is also the chief culprit who destroyed my Meishan line, Mei Kongmei."
Zhijian was angry, his hair gradually graying, and he stomped and cursed, "This Mei Linhan who killed a thousand swords!"
Yao Gonglin sighed in shock: "How can they avoid our eyes and ears and take away the city lord?"
"They didn't take me away, everything was done in a secret room under the city lord's mansion." Mei Guihun said quietly, her eyes full of hollows.
Yang Jian asked: "In Meicheng, besides you and Mei Linhan, are there any other spies?"
Mei Guihun: "No, she feels that if she controls me, she can destroy Meicheng at any time."
A general asked sadly: "Why didn't you tell? Why didn't you tell us about this?!"
"In the beginning, I didn't dare to say. Later, I couldn't look back. I was afraid of the incident and ruined my reputation. I gradually fell into it and couldn't extricate myself. Later, the soul was under Mei Kongmei's control. Let me do what I do, like a slave."
Uncle Zhang gritted his teeth angrily: "She used such a method! You are!"
"Bo Shi! Don't ask!" Yao Gonglin suddenly interrupted Zhang Boshi's words, but Zhang Boshi had already asked...
The primordial spirit on the lotus platform trembled slightly, and even if his mind was controlled by the magic weapon, he was still in fear.
"There is a gap in Mei Lin Han Dao's heart, and she wants to smoke her heart. She was degenerated into a monster by Mei Kongmei..." Mei Guihun murmured, "Later, Mei Lin Han detained me under the city lord mansion to break me. Daoxin, they do everything they can do. My uncle insulted me in every possible way, polluted my body, and threw me into the pigsty, into the dirty bull demon pile..."
"Alright!" Guo Shen yelled, Mei Guihun stopped and said, her body still trembling.
Such a hateful person has a bit of pity.
Yang Jian could feel that there was a fire in the hearts of the generals of Meicheng City, and this fire seemed to gush out like a volcano at any time.
The culprit, Meishan ancestor Mei Kongmei.
At this point, it seems that the questions that should be asked have already been asked, and everyone does not know how to deal with Mei Guihun.
If you kill it directly, you will inevitably fall into the heart of the Meicheng generals; but Mei Guihun committed such a crime, if you don't kill it, it will be difficult to comfort the hundreds of thousands of Meicheng Xianfan who has died.
Yang Jian suddenly spoke, but he was still asking, "Why is Mei Kongmei so painstakingly to destroy you?"
"She never thought about letting us go, but today these are all Mei Linhan's decisions. We tried to contact Mei Kongmei, but we couldn't find her."
Yang Jian asked again: "Then why didn't she destroy Meicheng soon?"
"A controllable Meicheng is blocked here, and other human forces can't reach this side. Instead, it is a kind of shelter for Meishan."
Yao Gonglin trembled: "So... so many of the previous crusades against Meishan, because of this and other reasons, all fell short... are you?"
"It's me, or Mei Linhan secretly took action," Mei Guihun said indifferently, making the generals of Meicheng even more unbelievable, she said, "In addition to being the shelter of Meishan, Meicheng also has the effect of the monster whetstone. If you want to punish the monsters that you can’t see, you will transfer those monsters to Meishan before the war and get rid of them through our hands.

"enough!"
Zhijian yelled violently, with tears in his eyes, "You, what do you think of the blood of Meishan!"
Mei Guihun was silent, she couldn't answer this question, only silent.
"Haha," Yao Gonglin stepped back a few steps, looked up at the sky, with white lips, "Meicheng, Meishan Soul, the battle against Meishan... Hahaha! It was such a scam, it was so ridiculous. !ridiculous!"
After saying this, a mouthful of blood poured out, his figure was shaky, and he was supported by his friends.
Ao Ji sighed, looked at Yang Jian, and asked in a low voice, "What to do?"
"Only kill it," Yang Jian carried a three-pointed two-edged spear, and slowly walked to Mei Guihun's body, retracted the seven-petal lotus platform, and returned it to Ao Ji, with the tip of the gun resting on Mei Guihun's neck.
She was wearing a red dress, crawling there, her temples were wet with sweat, and she was breathing heavily, but there was a bit of expectation and relief in her eyes...
"True Monarch!" Zhang Boshi yelled from the side, but swallowed back the words afterwards.
"Let me come," Lu Chunyang said suddenly, floating behind Yang Jian, looking at Yang Jian with profound meaning in his eyes.
He understood that among the many generals in Meicheng, there would always be one or two people who could be used by Yang Jian; therefore, he did not want Yang Jian to bear the infamy of killing the city lord of Meicheng on his back, lest anyone spread rumors.
"Alright." Yang Jian took the old brother's mind, put away the three-pointed two-bladed spear, and turned around.
Lu Chunyang raised the sword in his hand and did not leave any scars on Mei Guihun's body, but shattered her spirit.
Suddenly there was an iron-blooded man beside him crying bitterly. Many Meicheng generals cried bitterly. Zhang Boshi was like a child, crying and kicking on the grass.
The death of relatives, brothers, and friends is not as shocking to them as the sudden collapse of faith at this moment.
Yao Gonglin cried out sadly: "A thousand years of pride are empty words, and the three mountains are vain!"
A general raised his head and roared: "Mei Kongmei! I'm going to take your skin off! I'm pulling your muscles! Burning your demon soul!"
It was the immortal soul shaking, and there was a statue of fallen demon.
Around, several heavenly generals, dragon palace masters, Zhong Shenzhou Immortal Dao people, and a few masters of the Wu clan, all remained silent.
But they also have a little bit of resentment with the same enemies, always feeling that the demon clan is too vicious, and they are calculating and playing with the Meishan line in the applause.
One day will move forward and call for orders: "True Monarch! I won't take Meishan this night! My troops are capable!"
"You will not be able to change the order~EbookFREE.me~ Otherwise, Yu Bing will have no faith," Yang Jian said, "We will attack the mountain at dawn. This matter has already been decided. All troops will go back and wait for orders. Gong Lin..."
"True Monarch!"
"The true monarch of Erlang!"
A group of Meishan generals rushed over, led by Zhijian and Guo Shen, and knelt directly in front of Yang Jian on one knee.
Yao Gonglin raised his head and shouted: "Please let me wait first!"
"Also, please come true!"
Yang Jian nodded softly: "Meicheng soldiers and horses can enter the formation, and they will charge with me tomorrow! At dawn, Bike Meishan!"
Uncle Zhang trembled and raised his head and roared: "Kill! Kill these demons! Kill them!"
The wind blew by, full of whimpers.
Yang Jian looked back at the site of Meicheng, unsuccessful, but he was already piled like a mountain.