Jimo Cong's eyes are cold.

Wei Cheng's plan was seen at a glance.

He sighed in his heart, his expression became more and more fierce and determined, cutting off the softness and hesitation he should not have, and the last notice was made in a cold voice: "Wei Yucheng, you insist on being stubborn, and I can only do it!"

Of course, it did not help him continue to kill.

Jimo Cong knew this, and Wei Cheng knew it very well.

He laughed wildly, arrogantly, and the sound waves were louder and louder, just like a demonic sound penetrated the soul. The soldiers of the two countries and the three armies were affected to varying degrees, and they personally felt Wei Cheng's resentment at this moment. His will was slightly weak, and his tears were still surging under this bone-broken mood: "It's stubborn? Hahaha, I thought that I, Wei Cheng, fought south and north, and actually got such an evaluation. Jimo Miaoming, since you claim to be a foreigner, you should go and be your high priest!"

Instead of striking him with ridiculous flags.

God, God's subordinate!

How arrogant! How ridiculous!

Wei Cheng's last sentence even showed a torn sound, and Jimo Cong was still not at all turbulent about it. Countless bloodshots gathered by divine power, gathered huge balls of light at the top of the wooden stick with just a few breaths, and the bumpy battlefield emitted a faint light. If you look down from above, you will find that these lights follow a certain pattern, path, and quickly meet to form a brilliant and mysterious pattern.

These patterns are consistent with the dark patterns of the high priest's gorgeous clothes.

Qian Yong's tense heartstring finally let go. When he vomited out the turbid air that had been holding it for a long time, he realized that his forehead was covered with sweat and his inner shirt was tightly pressed against his skin. Judging from the current situation, Wei Cheng seemed to be tightly restrained by this woman named Jimo Cong, and he was likely to be unable to turn over. But a new doubt also arose: "Wei Yucheng is still twenty-six-class, so he should have a trump card, right?"

Kang Shi rolled his eyes indecently: "Don't have a crow's mouth."

Qian Yong choked for a moment and was furious.

How did Kang Jishou have the face to say that others are talking about crows?

Gong Shuwu, who has always been low-key, saw some tricks: "Wei Yucheng's biggest advantage is that he is not afraid of pain. As long as he is not exhausted from his death energy or his soul is severely damaged, he is almost invincible at the same level. However, this is also his biggest disadvantage! If he loses the heavy barrier of his body, even if his strength reaches the 20th level of Chehou, his soul will always be exposed."

In layman's terms, the body is equivalent to the soul's martial armor. With this layer of martial armor, the Yin attribute resistance +99, the Yang attribute resistance +99, and the other attributes are added 55 each. If the body is lost and the resistance bonus is missing, these two forces directly hit the soul, and any flat A can produce a critical attack effect. Not to mention that Jimo Cong also insulted Weicheng, making a big shot from the inside out.

Shen Tang worriedly said, "That's what half a step is like?"

If you encounter attribute restraint, you won’t be killed by being sinister?

Gong Shuwu was not panicked: "As long as the luck is not bad."

Martial arts warriors rarely pursue martial arts attributes, and generally pursue skills, speed, reaction, speech spirit, the meaning of warriors, and the construction of martial arts palaces. Except for a few strange things, the martial arts attributes they cultivated take into account the seven types of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, and yin and yang. The difference is that the ratio is different. Gong Shuwu was also the same when he was alive, and he was forced to take the limit route after he turned into white bones.

Gong Shuwu added another sentence in his heart.

[Or don't meet a martial arts warrior like Yun Chi...] A martial artsman who has reached a certain level can extract a certain single attribute in the martial arts in a short time. Gong Shuwu used the first time the warrior was used to fight Gong Cheng, and this is the move that Gong Cheng almost killed him.

If Shao Chong hadn't saved him in time, he would have died for the second time.

Chen Tang almost PTSD when he heard the word "luck".

My scalp was numb and I also made up my mind secretly.

To be safe, before Kang Jishou fulfilled his trick of literati, he would never let Kang Shi and Gong Shuwu cooperate!

Absolutely! No!

Kang Shi felt cold and frizzy on the back of his neck.

Although Wu Xian didn't know much about these cold knowledge of the side sects, he could also see that Wei Cheng's situation was not very good. Since the woman named Jimo Cong flew out of Wei Cheng's chest, Wei Cheng seemed to have lost the ability to resist. He was so anxious that his forehead veins bulged, his face flushed, and he thought of getting up to do something several times. After seeing the calm national teacher, his surging anxiety was relieved.

Until he can no longer sit still.

"National Master, how to solve the current situation?"

The trapped general is the nephew of the national master and the leader of the Yongsheng Sect. He doesn't believe that this national master can really sit still, so he is too impatient. Wu Xian pulled down his face and urged the national master again and again, but unexpectedly, the national master only glanced at him, and there was no slight ups and downs in his eyes.

Wu Xian's remaining words were blocked.

He could only use a sneer to hide his embarrassment.

With two or three sentences, Jimo Cong's formation has been formed, but she has no joy on her face. On the other hand, Wei Cheng was trapped and smiled wildly, and the flames in his eyes were weak and could not help him restrain himself: "Jimo Miaoming, it seems that Tianming is standing on my side this time. The god you believe in has not blessed you and you lost!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the ground began to collapse with Weicheng as the center, and the huge pit continued to expand outward, and soon approached the vanguard battalion of the two armies. Chen Tang and others had already ordered the retreat and ordered the orders to be banned. Even if the incident suddenly occurred, there was no panic, let alone crowding and trampling. On the other hand, Gao Guo was a little short of it. There were more than a dozen unlucky people who stepped on their feet and fell into the big pit without any reaction.

If the civil and military officials are not confused, this accident and height cannot kill people at all, and they are even rescued before they land. However, after being reversed, they will always react one or two beats slow: "Quick, save people!"

Before I could rescue, I heard a scream of fear from the bottom of the pit.

The screams lasted for a breath and then stopped abruptly.

From the first scream, other screams sounded one after another, with a high tone, harsh tone, making people feel creepy. After the screams appeared, the soldiers near the deep pit smelled a strong smell of blood! There seemed to be something at the bottom of the pit!

Seeing this, Chen Tang was shocked.

He gave a look at Gong Shuwu: "Are you sure?"

"The dead energy at the bottom of the pit is very heavy! There are many 'people'! You only need to be sure of the number of 55, and you can only communicate with each other when you are talking." When Gong Shuwu said this, the flame in his eyes could see brightness of the naked eye. This change was not because he took the initiative, but because the dead energy here is so strong! The dead energy to the life fire is just like oxygen to the flame. This thing is a ignition material!

Chen Tang took a deep breath: "Just do your best."

Ginger is still spicy.

Compared with Wei Cheng, Gong Shuwu is still too young.

As the collapse and the movement came to an end, the dust gradually dissipated, and everyone could see how big the pit was - it accounted for almost one-tenth of the entire battlefield! It was estimated that the pit was more than twenty feet tall, and there was an inverted semicircular light gray barrier in the center.

A golden halo flows from time to time above the barrier.

These golden threads are actually flowing secret patterns!

His eyesight is good enough, and he can even see countless black shadows shaking below through the mist, and he can vaguely hear the movements of golden swords and iron horses. He can also see hundreds of white bones in the cross-section of the soil layer of the large pit! I dare not think about how many corpses are under this land.

Wei Cheng, Jimo Cong and Jimo Qiu did not fall.

They floated above the formation.

Wei Cheng was wrapped in a cocoon by countless special attribute silk threads ejected from the formation, and could not move. The cocoon began to spread upward from his feet and disappeared in a blink of an eye. Jimo Qiu looked at Wei Cheng and looked at the completely destroyed seal under the formation.

I don't know if it's a profit or a loss this time.

Jimo Cong said: "The last time I came, there weren't so many people."

"Did the seal be given by our ancestors?"

"No, I just followed the instructions to strengthen it twice. The resentment of these corpses below was too heavy. They could only use time to slowly eliminate the resentment. It would be easy to cause trouble without sealing it. Unexpectedly, more than a hundred years have passed, and the resentment has not decreased but is heavy..." Jimo Cong's carefulness also guessed the reason, which was nothing more than what force was fighting here again, leaving behind tens of thousands of corpses buried.

Another mass grave was created above the mass grave.

It would be strange if the resentment could be reduced.

Jimo Qiu also felt it was difficult, so he could only ask Jimo Cong, who was more experienced: "Please give me advice and give me some advice."

Jimo Cong looked at the boy who was very similar to him. He had a blood bond with her, probably from countless generations. She opened her mouth and felt a little embarrassed on her cold face. As a predecessor, she had the obligation to clear the obstacles for her descendants, and even if she couldn't help her, she couldn't help her: "I'm ashamed, I really can't help this."

Jimo Qiu: "..."

Jimo Cong said: "I don't like killing."

The subtext is that she doesn't care about the war between the two forces below, and the mess she made is not controlled by her, a person who has been alive for more than a hundred years. She is only responsible for dealing with the troubles outside Weicheng. Whoever makes it will solve it, don't bother her.

Jimo Qiu strangely understood what she meant.

But just when Jimo Cong was thinking about achieving his mission and being able to ascend to heaven with peace of mind, the younger generation raised his hand and pointed at the direction of Kang Guo’s army.

Jimo Cong was puzzled and could only guess.

"Is it the secular forces you came out to assist?"

"Um."

"This move violates the clan's teachings, but I am already a deceased person and I can't care about your children's affairs, so I don't scold you." Didn't scold Jimo Qiu on the spot? Was she polite? No, she had no time, "You, please do it yourself..."

Jimo Qiu: "It is the power of Your Highness."

Jimo Cong's head was stuck for a moment: "Your Highness?"

"Yes, your Highness."

Jimo Cong: "..."

Let her think about who in the Gongxi clan could be called the high priest and called His Highness. Jimo Qiu also reminded: "Did the ancestors have been trapped in Weicheng and slept with firewood and gall in their belly? Didn't they already know the news of the palace's death? Did you... forget?"

If the "God" had not awakened unexpectedly, would the inner society of the Gods who drew divine blood and lived a free life and hid underground to control the storm and clouds be easily restricted? Even the body is becoming more and more trees?

Jimo Cong: "..."

If she hadn't been her soul, she would have sweated coldly: "I have been staring at Wei Yucheng for more than a hundred years, and basically only dealing with this guy. Then there were more toys from the gods..."

Her life is extremely simple.

Meditation, stalking, and beating the souls of the inner community.

Simple and crude, proud mind is not good.

This is the same as not being able to play chess with bad chess every day. If you play too much, your chess skills will fall sharply.

Jimo Cong looked at the completely destroyed formation below.

The mood is even more terrifying than Wei Cheng's escape from control.

He looked down at his almost transparent soul body, and this time he really couldn't help. But she was still reliable. Before leaving, she opened a small kitchen for Jimo Qiu and taught him a sealing and forbidden technique: "If it is really hard to contain the water, you can just die."

As long as you are willing to fight your life, there will be no demons and monsters that cannot be sealed.

A typical example is Weicheng.
To be continued...