Section 117

074 Divine Power - Qi Ban! Thousands of miles of purple clouds, the whole country is shocked! Little Saint is awesome!

The terrifying momentum condensed rapidly on Jiang Yan's body.

Outside the cemetery, everyone in the special investigation team was horrified and looked up at the sky.

The cemetery was still dark and invisible.

The lingering ghost domain had not completely dissipated.

After Jiang Weiran fainted, no one in the special investigation team had the ability to spy on the ghost domain of the super-class evil spirits.

Everyone could only judge the changes in the cemetery based on what they saw with their naked eyes.

And at this moment...

Five o'clock in the morning.

It was the time that the old head of Wudang calculated that the super-class evil spirits had completely revived and reached their peak strength, and it was time to expand the ghost domain externally.

Every special investigation officer and soldier in the war zone was tense, alert to one hundred and twenty points, and stared at the sky of the cemetery.

There... the sky was dawning, and there were thousands of miles of auspicious clouds.

There was a vast purple air in the sky, which was beautiful against the faint morning light.

It was a weather that made people sigh with admiration for the beauty of the world and want to sing for it.

"Boss..." A special agent holding a cigarette smacked his lips, "This shouldn't be the case."

"When a super-class evil spirit is born, isn't it usually dark and cloudy, with changing colors, and even lightning and thunder, showing the anger of heaven and earth!?"

"A thousand miles of purple clouds and auspicious clouds falling from the sky are not signs of the birth of an evil spirit."

Another special agent with a pale face also nodded: "Yes, this is too weird. We have been here for a night and nothing has come out."

"Besides, this auspicious cloud and purple clouds in the sky not only don't look like a super-class evil spirit, but more like a great cultivator who has entered a scary realm and has been sensed by heaven and earth, sending down auspicious signs."

At the end of the words.

Even he couldn't say anything more.

Great cultivator?

Pull a few down.

Now the little saint and the old man in the cemetery are not sure whether they can survive. If there is a great cultivator, they should not be fleeing all over the city now.

This auspicious sign is probably just a coincidence.

Xiao Tian frowned and sighed: "Heaven is ruthless."

"The super-class evil spirit was born, and the lives of the people were destroyed, but the sky cannot have any mercy or mourning."

"These auspicious clouds in the sky correspond to the super-class evil spirits that will bring blood and disasters next. It is a great irony."

The special agent with a cigarette in his mouth stared at it for a long time without blinking.

Suddenly, he opened his mouth in fear, and the cigarette he was holding fell to the ground.

"Fuck... Boss, that's not the case. Look, the fucking Thousand Miles of Purple Clouds and the rising sun are descending towards the South City Cemetery!!!!"

"And... didn't you notice that the weather suddenly became extremely cold? My hair stood on end."

"It's almost summer, how can it be so cold? It feels colder than last year's cold winter!"

As soon as he said that.

Others, including Xiao Tian, ​​were also shocked to find that the temperature had inexplicably dropped by more than 30 degrees at this moment.

They are all ghost riders. Normally, unless it is extreme weather, it is difficult to be affected by the weather, but at this moment everyone subconsciously curled up their shoulders, wishing to find a big cotton jacket to wear.

Just as Xiao Tian was frowning, thinking about what was going on,

"Boss." A hurried figure, holding a tablet, brought it to him. The ecstasy in his tone almost made him stutter, "You, you, you... look..."

Xiao Tian, ​​who was always serious, suddenly frowned and scolded: "The evil ghost in the cemetery is about to come out. What news can make you, as a member of the special task force, laugh so inappropriately?"

He took the tablet and his eyes stayed on the screen.

A group of human-shaped ghosts fell from the sky.

Miserable.

Even as an evil ghost, he tried to crawl forward and tried to ask Grandpa Sun Weiguo for help.

Being scolded by the old man.

Following it, another purple golden light blew up the evil ghost that had been beaten.

Xiao Tian was shocked, his eyes widened, and an egg could be stuffed into his mouth.

The hair on his body stood up, as if every pore was stretching.

A wave of excitement and ecstasy surged up like a mountain torrent and tsunami in an instant.

It directly washed away his reason.

The big stone that had been weighing on his heart all night, at this moment, turned into ashes.

As serious and old-fashioned as he was, he couldn't control himself. He stomped his feet, clenched his fists, and his bones and flesh were tense, his veins popped, and he shouted in ecstasy: "Awesome!!!!!!"

"Little Saint Awesome!!!"

"The super-class evil ghost is dead! Nancheng is safe!!!!"

He laughed like a 200-pound child, slapped his legs and cried excitedly, and his expression was a little crazy.

As the person in charge of the Nancheng Cemetery incident in the special investigation team this time.

Only God knows how much pressure he is under.

This battle is a huge gap in strength.

But if he fails, it means the loss of the entire city of Nancheng.

For a Jiuzhou person, and a Jiuzhou warrior, losing a city and a large territory in his hands is simply to nail himself in the history books and cannot forgive his sins.

Even death cannot wash away this shame.

He never thought of it.

The doomsday that seemed to be looming was resolved so easily, quietly, and suddenly!

It was so fucking awesome!!!

What's wrong with that? Damn it!

Xiao Tian wanted to drink three hundred cups right now.

Everyone present.

They all understood something.

The endless solemn expression that had been tense all night was relaxed.

Immediately afterwards.

At the gate of Nancheng Cemetery.

Hundreds of special agents, five thousand soldiers from the southern theater, and countless people in the surrounding areas burst into overwhelming ecstatic shouts: "Little Saint!! Awesome!!"

...

The top floor of Jiuzhou.

Forbidden City Conference Room.

The atmosphere was as dull as iron, and shrouded in dark clouds.

In addition to the original big guys.

In the early morning of the Forbidden City Conference Room, there was also a figure of an old man with immortal style and wearing a yin-yang Taoist robe.

He had white hair and a childlike face, white hair and beard, and his eyes flashed with the spirit of insight into the world.

Perfectly in line with the world's imagination of immortals.

He is... the head of Wudang, Taoist Yunyan, who calculated the disaster of the evil spirit in Nancheng Cemetery at the cost of twenty years of life this time.

The price of the backlash of the heavenly secrets still remains on his face.

His complexion was originally ruddy, but now it is a little languid and pale.

However, he has no time to care about this sacrifice.

The current situation in Nancheng is extremely precarious. After the little saint and old man Sun Weiguo left, there was no movement, and the signs of the revival of the evil spirits have never disappeared in the calculation.

The bigwigs in the Forbidden City Conference Room had to sit here and study the worst plan with great sorrow.

"Nancheng, there are still about 200,000 people on the way to evacuation. No matter what, the land can be lost, but people cannot be in trouble." The first person was rarely angry, "This ghost disaster, Nancheng was lost, it is not a failure."

"But if any one of my Jiuzhou people died, it would be a great sorrow."

The bigwigs in the other Forbidden City Conference Room also sighed deeply.

Jiuzhou has been established until now, and I didn't expect that it would suffer such an unprecedented humiliation on the eve of its take-off.