Although Yang Fan is good at mathematics, he is not boring to measure it.
When Yang Fan came to the city wall, he saw rows neatly lined up under the West City. Looking around, half of the coverage of the five-kilometer-long formation was occupied, and the length reached five kilometers.
It took these people a full half an hour to get from the underworld to the outside of the underworld.
Half an hour is not long, but for a cultivator, it is enough to circle the earth.
As time passed, the ground began to tremble, and some ghosts with powerful perceptions showed heavy shaves.
"coming."
Behind Yang Fan were the other thirty-four onmyojis. As the captain, they had to follow where Yang Fan was. The vibration became stronger and stronger, and a female onmyoji said nervously.
Yang Fan looked back. He knew that female onmyoji named Zhou Ran. She was short and had a huge folding fan in his hand. There was also a Tai Chi Yin and Yang pattern painted on it. His strength was very good. At the beginning of the journey.
Shi Pengcheng also came. As the strongest Onmyoji besides Yang Fan, he served as the deputy captain. When Yang Fan couldn't get away, he would lead him.
More and more monks felt the trembling of the ground, and they cast their eyes to the distant horizon, where they saw small black spots as large as sesame seeds approaching quickly.
"They are back."
Among the army below the city, the discussion began to resound.
After another five minutes, the army of alien ghosts got closer and closer, and stopped when it was only more than 30 kilometers away from the Hades. The fifty or sixty humanoid leaders at the head gently put down the sedan chair, and three alien ghosts came to the front of the army.
"Pluto, King Ksitigarbha, haven't come out for a comment?"
The first strange ghost and Huangmo held his hands behind his back, and the bone knife on his arm was against his back. When Yang Fan saw this, he couldn't help but want to ask him, is it not uncomfortable to be held against him?
The voice of the wild demon just fell, and two human figures appeared out of thin air in front of the underworld army.
"Desolate Demon, after so many years, you have not changed. With you, it is impossible to break through the defense of the underworld. Even if the four of you joined forces before, it is not my opponent and the Jizo. Your remaining combat power may be destroyed. Do you protect the formation of the Hades?"
The irony in Hades's words is silent.
Huang Mo's face is ugly, Hades said that there are four people, but now there are only three of them. The implication is that the two of us can not only tie the four of you, but also kill one.
"Humph!"
Feng Mo let out a cold snort, and his whole body was released. He wanted to sweep the underworld army in the distance, but was easily blocked by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's horn.
Even when some ghosts with low morale felt this sound, their thoughts disappeared, and their fear disappeared without a trace.
Yang Fan was surprised. Being strong is different. Just a voice can affect the minds of others.
"Jiejie, stop talking nonsense, old rules, Hades, who are you going to send?"
Bai Moyin smiled, his eyes swept to everyone on the wall.
"what?"
The White Demon let out a startled suspicion, and his sight stayed on the thirty-five onmyojis headed by Yang Fan.
"I really didn't expect that there are so many Onmyojis on the Five Source Continent."
From Feng Mo and Huang Mo's eyes, Yang Fan's deep gaze made Yang Fan's heart tremble, only to feel that he had fallen into an ice cave.
"What a terrible look."
Yang Fan knew that the eyes of these two strange ghosts were not on him, otherwise, with the terrifying strength of the two people, he could kill him with only one look.
At this moment, Yang Fan finally realized how helpless it is to be weak.
"The ants of the Hades, who of you dare to fight?"
The White Devil yelled, his eyes full of disdain.
The voice fell, ten seconds passed, still no one dared to stand up.
"Hundreds of thousands of years have passed, but the ants in the Hades are still so timid."
The White Devil taunted again.
Finally someone couldn't help it. Among the ghost repairs, a young looking ghost flew out and came to the army of the Hades, and bowed slightly to the Hades and the Ksitigarbha.
"In the next Jingyanggang Wusong, come to challenge, who is not afraid of death to come up and die?"
After Wu Song finished speaking, the whole body was actually released, the high-level Mahayana late stage, but just after the formation range, the strength of the late Mahayana stage was suppressed to the middle Mahayana primary stage.
"it is good!"
Some people who knew Wu Song cheered.
Wu Song was wearing loose clothes and a black hat similar to a beret. He wore it diagonally, his face was resolute, his breathing was even, and his feet walked vigorously.
He came to a position ten kilometers in front of the alien army, raised his head and yelled.
In the army of alien ghosts, a person with a yellow-black striped tail on his back was suddenly unhappy, and he felt that the person in front of him named Wu Song was his previous enemy's enemy.
Thinking of this, he bends his legs slightly, and then pushes hard, coming to the opposite of Wu Song with a chuckle.
"Whoever comes, I will not kill the unknown."
Wu Song bare-handed, did not see him holding a weapon.
"I, Dahu, come and kill you!"
In a few words, Dahu's killing intent on Wu Song was revealed.
"Make a move."
Wu Song saw it, and the man in front of him called Dahu was only in the early Mahayana stage. As his strength was suppressed, Wu Song was confident that he would be solved with a bowl of rice.
At this moment, the leaders of the three army of strange ghosts rushed over, and the meridian generals on the wall were a little moved, thinking they were going to do something.
But everyone saw that the forgiving leader came to the side of the three strange ghosts, bent over and squatted down behind them, and then the strange ghosts slowly sat on their backs, becoming human-shaped benches.
Yang Fan was dumbfounded, not like that when licking a dog.
Roar!
Finally couldn't help the anger in his heart, the tiger roared and turned into a human-shaped tiger, with a human torso, but its limbs and head looked like a tiger.
Everyone realized that the big tiger is a tiger as its name suggests.
"Wuson beats a tiger......"
Yang Fan's mouth twitched.
The big tiger's figure flashed, and came to Wu Song, the sharp tiger claws popped out, and slammed it towards Wu Song's neck.
Although Wu Song was a soul body, he had reached the Mahayana stage and had already asked for the characteristics of the soul body to become virtual.
Wu Song tapped the ground lightly, and his figure retreated violently.
The big tiger followed closely, and the claws got closer and closer. Seeing that there was no way to retreat, Wu Song quickly squeezed the method, and two ghosts of tiger heads appeared on his fists.
It is not common for a tiger to fight a tiger on its head, and it immediately attracted the attention of both sides.
The tiger's head on his fist blasted towards the big tiger, and the big tiger was slightly startled, his mouth cracked, and sneered.
"Go to hell!"
Dahu smiled, and also blasted his fists.
Bang!
A figure flew out, and everyone looked at it and found that it was a big tiger.
