MMB Chapter 167 Ghost Soldiers Blocking the Way
Chapter 167 Ghost Soldiers Blocking the Way
Wang Xiuqiao was so frightened by the Qing Dynasty zombie that she couldn't move.
She even dared to fire a gun at those two Taiping Dao members.
Faced with this terrifying monster, she completely lost the ability to think.
"Sister Wang! Run!"
Liu Tianming, emboldened by some unknown source, roared and lunged at the Blood Droplet.
Her face was streaked with tears of fear, and her eyes, filled with terror, held a hint of madness.
The Flying Guillotine didn't even glance at Liu Tianming; it simply extended its palm towards him.
"Bang!"
Yin energy erupts.
A terrifying energy fluctuation stirred up a fierce gale in the courtyard.
"ah!!"
"Well!"
Liu Tianming screamed, spitting blood from his mouth, and flew more than ten meters backward, lying on the ground barely alive.
Although Wang Xiuqiao was not directly attacked, the aftershock of the energy caused her to grunt and fly backward, crashing heavily into the wooden door of a house.
"Bang!"
The wooden door shattered, sending wood chips and dust flying everywhere.
The Flying Guillotine strode towards the smoke.
If Wang Xiuqiao refuses to hand over the flag, then kill her first, and then reunite with the prince.
As the flying guillotine reached the threshold, dust and smoke began to settle.
It witnessed a bizarre scene.
Wang Xiuqiao, disheveled and dirty, knelt on the ground with a very festive red candle in front of her.
She trembled as she used a lighter to light the red candle.
The lighter stopped working at a crucial moment.
I can't get it started no matter what I do.
"Hurry up! Hurry up!"
Wang Xiuqiao's voice was trembling, and it even sounded a little like she was crying.
The Flying Guillotine didn't understand what Wang Xiuqiao was doing and continued to advance towards her.
He walked up to Wang Xiuqiao, reached out, and tried to crush her head.
"sister!"
Wang Xiuqiao looked up and saw Liu Tianming, covered in wounds and pale-faced, standing behind the Qing Dynasty zombie.
He was gripping a brick, completely reckless.
The Flying Guillotine glanced indifferently behind him and slowly uttered two words:
"Troublemakers."
Just as Blood Droplet was about to strike again, he suddenly sensed something, turned around sharply, and stared at Wang Xiuqiao.
"Bang!"
A brick landed on his head.
It's not very harmful, but being hit by a lowly person is extremely humiliating.
But Blood Droplet had no time to pay attention to Liu Tianming behind him; he was staring intently at Wang Xiuqiao, his stiff face filled with horror.
It looked at Wang Xiuqiao, who was kneeling on the ground, trembling all over, with tears streaming down her face.
To be precise, he was watching behind Wang Xiuqiao.
Behind him were five figures dressed in dirty white robes.
The white fox, holding a pipe, puffing out smoke, its eyes filled with aloofness.
A weasel wearing a tall hat, hands clasped in prayer, with cunning eyes.
The white snake has a mask on its profile and a pair of sharp, triangular eyes.
The old hedgehog stroked its long beard, looking utterly unfathomable.
The mouse, arms crossed, stared at it with a gloomy expression.
Even a zombie felt its scalp tingle at the sight of the flying guillotine.
It was a Qing Dynasty person in its previous life, so it naturally knew what the five people in front of it were!
Five Immortals!
The strongest guardian deity within Shanhaiguan Pass!
The guillotine's throat bobbed as he slowly saluted:
"Your grandson..."
Before she could finish speaking, the white snake lashed out with its tail.
"Ugh..."
With a scream, the Blood Droplet flew backward.
Liu Tianming quickly crouched down and covered his head behind it. The Qing Dynasty zombie swept over his head, and the wind it created made his short hair flutter.
"boom!"
The flying guillotine crashed heavily to the ground.
The white snake refused to let go of the blood droplet, and its slender body shot out with a "whoosh".
Not only the white snake, but also the fox and the weasel transformed into streaks of white light and shot out.
The Blood Droplet struggled to get up, but the four Earth Immortals didn't give it a chance.
"Acting as an accomplice to a tyrant!"
"evildoer!"
"You lowly creature of the underworld, how dare you commit murder before us!"
The white light flashed incessantly as the four Earth Immortals unleashed a barrage of attacks, causing Blood Droplet to scream incessantly.
Liu Tianming stared in astonishment at the scene, then suddenly turned his head and looked at Wang Xiuqiao in disbelief.
Wang Xiuqiao was still in shock, her eyes glazed over.
Bai Xian, stroking his long beard, walked up to Wang Xiuqiao and gently wiped away her tears with a smile.
"Child, don't be afraid, we're here for you."
The five immortals are very powerful, after all, they are all extraordinary souls who have cultivated for hundreds of years.
However, the Five Immortals never wished to do evil.
They must obey the orders of the holder of the Five Immortal Candles.
When Li Ying possessed the Five Immortal Candles, she only utilized a tiny fraction of their power.
This was the result that the Five Immortals deliberately did not want to reveal; they did not want to be driven by evil people.
Wang Xiuqiao lowered her head, staring blankly at Bai Xian, who was only half a meter tall.
Bai Xian's voice was very gentle, like that of a kind old man:
"Child, from this day forward, you will be our disciple, and demons and evil spirits will not be able to get close to you."
Wang Xiuqiao was soothed by the warm voice. She pointed to the earth immortals fighting the blood-dripping projectiles and said:
"them......"
There was worry in his tone.
She was afraid that the four immortals who helped her would get hurt.
Bai Xian smiled with relief upon hearing Wang Xiuqiao's words:
"Our manifestation of power naturally requires the expenditure of some of our spiritual cultivation."
But while it's easy to gain spiritual power, it's rare to find a truly virtuous person. You deserve our help.
"We will need your care in our future arduous spiritual practice."
After Bai Xian finished speaking, she walked out the door, faced south, stood up, and made some calculations with her small fingers.
"We will need your care in our future arduous spiritual practice."
After Bai Xian finished speaking, she walked out the door, faced south, stood up, and made some calculations with her small fingers.
He performed the highest Confucian ritual, kneeling and bowing three times and nine times, a look of gratitude in his eyes:
"Thank you...Mr. Twilight, for bestowing upon me such a virtuous disciple!"
A shrill voice rang out:
"You old scholar, you're just spouting nonsense."
Since you're thanking them, why not help them with something practical?
"Calculate what Mr. Twilight needs, so we can give it to him."
The White Immortal turned around and saw the Yellow Immortal approaching.
The battle over there is over.
Bai Xian nodded repeatedly:
"Indeed, indeed! Let this old man perform a calculation for you, sir."
Bai Xian did some calculations, and her brows slowly furrowed.
Suddenly, his eyes widened, and his pupils trembled violently.
Bai Xian glanced at the surrounding Earth Immortals, whose eyes were filled with fervor, and asked:
"This cause and effect is quite significant; are you all afraid?"
The immortals shook their heads:
"It's alright. We cultivators, have we ever feared karma?"
Bai Xian bowed solemnly towards the south:
"Once we have completed our cultivation, we will surely help you... ascend to the throne!"
The immortals trembled violently.
The throne...
Could it be...?
Wang Xiuqiao heard all of this clearly.
She looked at the five immortals with awe in her eyes.
The throne?
This is definitely not the emperor who rules the Xia Kingdom.
That gentleman doesn't seem to be as simple as a deity.
......
Dark clouds have reached the top of a deep mountain.
Jiang Chaosheng, sitting on the Black Cloud Throne, suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked down.
Not far away, there is an extremely high mountain peak, filled with a dense, cloud-like aura of yin energy.
Is someone blocking the way?
Who?
Taiping Dao?
As the dark clouds moved forward, Jiang Chaosheng saw something on the mountaintop.
Thousands of zombies dressed in Qing soldiers' uniforms were led by a small, black-armored giant riding a giant corpse tiger.
The black-armored giant stared intently at the nearby dark cloud, swallowing excitedly, and clasped his hands in a fist salute towards it:
"Sir, please wait!"
Before him, the dark clouds slowly dispersed, revealing the scene within.
A man dressed in a black suit and a black trench coat sat on a dark throne, looking down at himself with indifferent eyes.
The black-armored little giant grinned.
"May I ask, are you Mr. Twilight?"
Jiang Chaosheng glanced at him disdainfully and parted his thin lips slightly:
"You are Prince Heng?"
Prince Heng's smile widened even further:
"I never expected that you would know of me, sir. Hehehe, I am truly honored!"
Jiang Chaosheng's fingers gently tapped the armrest of the black throne as he slowly spoke:
"I'm in a hurry, step back now, and I won't kill you."
Prince Heng was taken aback, and his eye twitched for a moment.
This Mr. Dusk, what a heavy murderous aura!
The ghostly soldiers lowered their heads, their scarlet eyes filled with fear.
The Twilight Lord, seated on the pitch-black throne, was like a god high above the clouds!
That terrifying pressure extinguished their will to fight.
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