"banner!"

Chen Xiwei stood beside Ning Feng, looked at the blank above the flag and said, "The banner of a military is the soul of the army, and it must be taken. The chapters are updated the fastest."

"Oh, that's right."

Ning Feng didn't care too much and said casually: "Since you are a ghost soldier, you can slaughter the spirit when you come out, so call it slaughter the spirit."

"Smurf: Slaughtering Spirit!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the word "Slaying Spirit" floated up on the token.

Ning Feng had sharp eyes. He saw the words "Tu Ling" written on the flags below.

"Done."

He waved the token and yelled softly: "Come out."

In an instant, a military flag appeared on the flat ground, and the words "Shu Ling" appeared in blood on the roaring flags.

Then, the yin energy rose up and spread into clouds, surrounding the Lingshu Army flag.

The clouds dispersed, and the ghost soldiers: the spirit slaughtered.

"Ning Feng, why are you bringing them out at this time?" Chen Xiwei asked in confusion.

Ning Feng smiled and said, "Just just now, I had no choice but to follow the power of things. I can't really drag my brothers out like brooms, it's so ugly."

"Tu Ling obeys the order!"

He shouted loudly, and all the ghost soldiers knelt on one knee, holding the troops to obey the orders.

"Broken spider silk and lift everyone."

"Follow you and come out of Yin and Yang Town!"

With a command, the Yin soldiers responded with a loud promise. In a moment, they broke the Seven-Star Spider Silk and carried Zeng Zuimo, Baoxi and others one by one. The rest of the people were on guard and followed Ning Feng and headed out of Yin and Yang Town.

At the time of passing, there were a group of ghost soldiers guarding the left and right. The journey should not be too smooth.

Ning Feng walked leisurely like a wandering in the garden. Compared with the effort he had come, he felt very satisfied. He thought to himself: "It's a great deal to summon the Yin soldiers of the Lingshu. Unfortunately, it's hard to have two."

Others thought about it with a snail of inadequacy and experienced the feeling of a group of soldiers surrounding the guards. When he came to his senses, he realized that Chen Xiwei looked at him with a strange look.

Ning Feng asked: "Xiwei, what's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

Chen Xi shook his head slightly and said in his heart: "I think you have something in your heart. You must have calculated it. They are almost awake, so they are carrying them out in this way, right?"

She felt that Ning Feng's usual behavior is very likely; the reason why she didn't ask was that Ning Feng's thick skin was just asking for nothing, and he would definitely not admit it.

Now, Ning Feng asked in a hurry, eight hundred and ten kinds of speculations, whether he offended this aunt inadvertently, and kept thinking about the edge of Yin and Yang Town. He still had no clue.

Walking out of the town, Ning Feng calmed down his thoughts. Looking at the fog in front of him, he felt a feeling in his heart.

He turned around and looked at Yin and Yang Town, and only saw that Yin and Yang Town was like when he first met him, shrouded in smoke and clouds, and could not see it clearly.

Above the Yin-Yang Town, smoke and clouds rolled, like white clouds and cyan dogs, and like a big hand, swaying towards him, saying goodbye like this.

"For a long time, I probably won't go back to this place."

Ning Feng thought with emotion: "It's not easy to get an entry and exit permit from the headless fierce ghost king. God knows what price Qiye paid for this and what kind of favors did he consume?"

"As for entering and leaving from other powerful people guarding Yin-Yang Town, you have no idea, so don't even think about it."

When I came here, I had no good feelings for this place. Now I was about to leave, and Ning Feng felt a little reluctant to leave.

It’s not that he is reluctant to let this place go, but he doesn’t give him any good impression. The key is that after this experience, Ning Feng felt a vague feeling that there is a big secret hidden in the Yin-Yang Town. In the future that he can imagine, he will come here again.

"When the time comes, it will look different."

Ning Feng's pupils contracted, and his impetuous emotions settled down. He turned around and never looked back.

Next to him, Chen Xiwei looked at him strangely.

She could feel the aura of the man beside her, the invisible feeling that had changed, and she couldn't tell the reason.

Ning Fengxin walked forward, and the ghost soldiers guarded the left and right, and walked past the place where the old man wonton originally set up a stall.

There was no one there, whether it was the messy tables and chairs or the smoked corners of the walls, all of which were wiped out cleanly, as if they had never existed.

Chen Xiwei kept walking around Ning Feng. When he saw him looking at him, he contacted Ning Feng's previous narration and immediately understood.

She pulled Ning Feng's sleeve, and waited for Ning Feng to turn to look at her, saying, "This old wonton is said to be born at the same time as Yin and Yang Town, and will only be destroyed on the same day as Yin and Yang Town."

"Some people even suspect that he may be the manifestation of the Yin-Yang Town consciousness, and he is a mysterious existence."

"The guards at the powerful level in Yin and Yang Town have been replaced countless times. He is always there after so many cycles of reincarnation."

Chen Xiwei said, Ning Feng couldn't help but be moved as he listened.

He thought that the old man wonton would be extraordinary, but he never thought that he was so extraordinary.

According to Chen Xiwei, this old man wonton is probably several levels higher than the headless fierce ghost king, but I don’t know who is higher and lower than Zhang Fan on Yuanshi Bridge?

Ning Feng consciously drove him out of his mind.

If you are not in that state, if you stand at that height, you can get out of it and stand by the river of time to see the scenery, this question will probably never have an answer.

"Let's go!"

Ning Feng shook his head, took the people around him, and stepped into the endless fog outside Yin and Yang Town without looking back.

The mystery of Yin and Yang Town is difficult to enter without the permission of the guard, but it is very easy to get out.

Their group, walking in the fog for no time, suddenly became clear.

As the fog dissipated, the stairs of the mountain road were exposed, and then the undulating scenes of the mountains were the more eye-catching ones, nameless tombs distributed along the mountain.

At that time, the rising sun rose and the morning light was warm, spreading on Ning Feng and others, and the mist was evaporated.

The yin energy dyed in the Yin-Yang Town dissipates in the morning light that represents pure yang and vitality.

Ning Feng is a practitioner of the sun after all. When he was bathed in the morning light, his whole body was relaxed. If it weren't for the presence of others, he would have to take into account some image. He would have wanted to stretch his waist hard and let out a moan to express his joy.

"Wait, I seem to have forgotten something..."

Ning Feng had a lightning flash in his mind, and he suddenly turned around: "My Yin Soldier!"

Behind him, the ghost soldiers were still carrying the men and guards of the same sect. The worst scene he imagined was that all the ghost soldiers were exposed to the sun and immediately disappeared.

However, with the fierce ghost order, Ning Feng could still feel that all the ghost soldiers were constantly weakening except for the leading ghost generals who had been guarding him.

From Ning Feng's surprise to seeing this problem, to looking back, it was just a matter of time when he couldn't breathe, he found that the body of the Yin soldier was much more translucent than at the beginning.

"No, if this continues, it will be melted."

Ning Feng was glad that he discovered it early and hurriedly shouted: "Tu Ling and withdraw the troops!"

"Here!"

With the loud response that shook the mountains and forests, the ghost soldiers put Zeng Zuimo and others down, repeated the previous scene, and returned to the fierce ghost order.

Seeing that the ghost soldiers had no losses, Ning Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He lowered his head, looked at his fellow disciples, and smiled and said, "Wake up when you wake up, don't pretend to be asleep, get up."

"If you pretend, you can't change the fact that you were saved by your senior brother once."

"August daughter-in-law, you have to meet your parents-in-law."

Ning Feng said it naturally, and Chen Xiwei next to him rolled his eyes when he heard it.

She was not the only one who rolled her eyes. The reactions of the fellow disciples of the temple who woke up one after another on the ground were almost the same.

However, I could only roll my eyes. Ning Feng couldn't refute what he said.

He is the chief of this term. According to the convention of the seven sects in the world, this is the eldest brother. He called himself "Senior Brother", and there was no problem at all.

Come again, no matter what, it is a fact to be rescued once...

Zeng Zuimo and others stood up with a depressed look on their faces and bowed to their hands. Although they were surprised by how the bruised nose and soreness came from, they could only blame Qiye.

Their thanks came from sincere.

What happened later? Ning Feng and his fellow disciples fell into a coma and didn't know.

But this time, they always fell into trouble. It would be better to be saved by Ning Feng than to be rescued by Qi Ye on the road without any intention and sent back to the temple, right?

In that case, it would be more than just their own faces to be lost.

After seeing them greeting each other, Ning Feng began to observe their injuries. He couldn't help but feel guilty and quickly interrupted and asked:
Chapter completed!