When they saw the bus again, the friends looked at each other a little.

And this time, Zhang Ping did not take the lead, just looked at everyone silently.

Wang Zijun suddenly shouted, "Get in the car!"

As he said that, he took the lead on the bus.

The friends gritted their teeth and went up one after another. Zhang Ping finally got on the car.

After seeing Zhang Ping get on the car, everyone was obviously relieved. They said that the previous battle would not have been reminded by Zhang Ping, but I would not know what the consequences would be.

Although Zhang Ping has few reminders, it is very important.

Although everyone is all the same age, before they know it, everyone has regarded Zhang Ping as half of the elder; well... no, it is the leader.

This time, the bus did not go directly to the "one-stop" again, but stopped and stopped. It kept passing many stops, and it felt like it had been more than two hours.

During this period, Han Yuxue couldn't help asking Zhang Ping, "Hey, you said we set it for half an hour. I feel that half a day has passed."

Zhang Ping did not answer.

"Hello!"

"Hello!"

"Hey...Squad Leader Zhang Ping..."

Zhang Ping finally spoke: "The dream time is quite short."

"But I always feel that something is wrong."

Zhang Ping smiled without saying a word.

"Hello!"

"Hello!"

Zhang Ping rolled his eyes, "You are a donkey!"

"You can actually understand donkey words." Han Yuxue's mouth was very sharp.

The bus finally arrived at Wangui Mountain after almost halfway around the city.

As soon as I got off the bus, I saw the magnificent "Wanguishan" archway.

This archway is as high as 100 meters and can be as wide as 500 meters. It is divided into five door openings, with the largest span in the middle.

At the center of the archway is a fairy sculpture, and on both sides are sculptures of strange and fierce ghosts.

There is a row of words below: Wenhui Zhenjun suppresses all ghosts, and enjoys peace in the world.

Wang Zijun's eyes were sharp and suddenly said, "Look, there is a long sword mark on the chest of the sculpture of Zhenjun Wenhui."

Everyone looked carefully and it was true.

Liu Pengyuan reacted quickly and immediately scolded "seriously": "Who is so unethical that he even scratched a sword in the chest of Zhenjun Wenhui, but also injured the mountain. It's really... It's so unfair! Scum!"

Han Yuxue immediately agreed: "Yes, this person is so unpopular, and this position... is a bit shameless!"

Wang Zijun's face turned black, "Han Yuxue, you stupid girl, Liu Pengyuan did it on purpose, and you are also stupid!"

"You dare to scold me!" Han Yuxue stopped doing it.

"I dare not scold you. I just told the truth!"

"Okay!" Sha Xiaoqing smiled, "Yuxue, this scar should have been attacked by Wang Zijun."

"Ah..." Han Yuxue was still stunned.

Liu Pengyuan explained, "Do you remember when Wang Zijun stabbed a sword into the sky during the previous battle, and screams came out?"

Han Yuxue's eyes rolled and her voice became low: "That can't be said that this was attacked by Wang Zijun!"

Liu Pengyuan still laughed, his smile full of slutty: "If it is the outside world, of course it is not so sure. But this is a dream. Our current world should be formed by nightmare.

Who would leave such a clear wound when condensing his statue? Not to mention women, men would not.

So there is only one thing I think of. This sculpture is very likely to be the true body of True Lord Wenhui!

Or we will break this archway!”

Han Yuxue immediately clapped her hands: "Okay!"

OK, just get rid of the embarrassment.

Han Yuxue also realized that the scars on the statue were really attacked by Wang Zijun.

In order to get rid of the embarrassment, Han Yuxue certainly had to actively respond to this call. Before he finished speaking, he had already flew up and raised his hands high in front of him.

I saw colorful light flowing around Han Yuxue, and then gathered on her hands. The next moment it gathered into a colorful long sword, which was like a rainbow, slashing down with a bang.

This long sword is so "long", the archway as high as a hundred meters high is trembling under the sword light - it is shaking continuously by the power of the sword.

Suddenly, an explosion came from the sky, and a palm appeared out of thin air, blocking the sword light.

The "True Lord Wenhui" on the archway really came alive and turned into a huge giant who was over a hundred meters tall.

The archway under him had collapsed. At this time, True Lord Wenhui was like a giant god who came out of the ancient world. He turned into the body of the true body, and the wound on his chest collapsed and blood flowed out.

It is obvious. The previous True Lord Wenhui was not only attacked by Wang Zijun, but his wounds have not healed until now!

At this moment, Wang Zijun and others launched an attack again. A series of colorful sword lights always spread across the sky, and the sky trembled under the sword light.

True Lord Wenhui roared and roared, and suddenly more than a dozen palms appeared on his body, trying to stop these attacks.

Unexpectedly, Wang Zijun's sword energy directly tore the defense, cut off layers of palms, and fell on the chest of True Lord Wenhui again, leaving a profound trace on another mountain peak, forming the word "eight" with the previous trace.

True ·Bazi is!

Wang Zijun himself was a little stunned: "Fuck, it's pure accident."

Everyone stared at Wang Zijun blankly: Your attack is so accurate!

Liu Pengyuan let out a harsh laugh: "Look, this stroke is standard and powerful. The character "Eight" can all participate in the calligraphy exhibition."

Liu Pengyuan "smiles and laughter" and the True Lord Wenhui in front of him completely broke out.

Her face began to twist, and the "ghost faces" around her began to resurrect. Resentful ghosts of all sizes flew into the sky. The appearance of these resentful ghosts was distorted, ferocious, and extremely terrifying, like the harsh screams of steel scraping through glass. After hearing this, it would make people's hair stand up and their teeth sore.

Affected by this, the colorful sword light in everyone's hands also began to dim and sway, like candlelight in the wind.

Ten thousand ghosts roared in front of him, and Zhenjun Wenhui pointed at Zhang Ping and others, and a vast resentful ghost came over.

As we move forward, these resentful ghost figures shrink rapidly, but their figures become more condensed.

Tens of thousands of resentful ghosts roared, and the gray-black resentment covered the sky and the sun. Zhang Ping and the other six were to be buried completely.

At this moment, Zhang Ping spoke again: "What are you hesitating about? When you see the enemy, don't you hurry up and beat them down and stand in front of you to make a soy sauce?"

Do you have to talk about some chivalry spirit and wait until the opponent attacks before we strike back?”

Everyone didn't speak because the overwhelming resentful ghosts had arrived. But these resentful ghosts could not get close to the three-foot range beside Zhang Ping. There were several tough sprints, but only flames bloomed in the void. These brave resentful ghosts were burned to ashes.

These burning resentful ghosts ignited the unlucky guys around them again.

More than a dozen resentful ghosts burned around him, and the rest finally learned to be smart and dared not get close.

But more resentful ghosts surrounded Wang Zijun and the other five.

Zhang Ping didn't give a prompt, just watched quietly.

After a while, Zhao Hailong's voice came from the encirclement: "Sword formation, sword formation, joint attack.

Also, everyone should give full play to their combat advantages and don’t just use swords. Sha Xiaoqing, use a large-scale freezing to give us time for the sword formation.

Wang Zijun, does your Huangquan spiritual root have a detrimental effect on ghosts? Try it now."

At the critical moment, my former friends are still reliable - Zhao Hailong was once a member of the "Not allowed to laugh team" and had sufficient teamwork experience.

Sha Xiaoqing is also a former team member, but Sha Xiaoqing has strong combat power and is usually the one who cooperates with him, so she is indeed not as good as Zhao Hailong in strategy.

Maybe God is fair. Sha Xiaoqing has excellent spiritual roots, but it seems that all her talents are focused on the aspects of practice and know nothing about strategy and other aspects.

At this time, under the command of Zhao Hailong, everyone quickly united to form a simple but efficient sword formation, with weapons facing outward.

Then, Zhao Hailong shouted loudly: "Catch it!"

But when the colorful sword lights scattered, the surrounding ghosts instantly left a layer; then the sword formation rotated like a huge meat grinder.

Every time the sword formation rotates, the surrounding resentful ghosts will go one level. In a blink of an eye, the sword formation rotates for more than ten times, and only three or two resentful ghosts are left at the scene!

This is because True Lord Wenhui reacts quickly, even if he issues an order to retreat. Otherwise, no one will be left.

Seeing that the "subsiders" suffered such a severe blow, True Lord Wenhui also screamed shrillly; with the screams, True Lord Wenhui himself quickly became ferocious.

In the blink of an eye, a resentful ghost who was hundreds of meters tall appeared in front of everyone.
Chapter completed!