Chapter 108

Chapter 108 Legion Crush

"You really brought me a nice surprise, Wu Pei."

Bai Ye gently patted Ghost Dance Tsuji Muzan's face with the battle flag of the Undead Scourge and said with a smile.

Now that he was short of puppets, Wuhan sent so many cannon fodder.

I just invited it to drink a pot of wisteria tea, but it was such a great gift in return. It was so polite.

The cold air escaping from the military flag was like gushing from the underworld, making Oniitsuji Mukai's mind go blank, almost freezing his thinking.

It is no longer possible to communicate any message to his subordinates through blood connections.

"What's going on? Did Lord Wuhan summon other ghosts?"

There was a drum hanging behind him, with the word "hate" written on it. He Potian looked at the black dead Mou Sangui standing in the front, and said in confusion for a moment.

He is the strongest clone of Hantengu, possessing multiple abilities, but his combat power is still inferior to any of the top three.

Theoretically speaking, the three of them would surpass all the ghosts present. Why did Lord Wuhan summon them here again?

"Damn it, they have betrayed Master Wuhan. Didn't you see that Shangxian Lu, who has been missing from the world for a long time, is standing behind Shangxian San?"

The one with a body full of fish scales pointed at the undead opposite, with a deep shock in his tone.

The presence of Shangxian Lu here means that the young man Wu Ke asked them to look for is also here.

But even the powerful Black Death Mou suffered the fate of being turned into a puppet, and the meaning of it made Yuhu scared to the point where the scales on his body stood up.

He swallowed subconsciously. The only useful information he could know now was that Master Wu Mei was not dead yet.

Otherwise, these ghosts created by Muzan and the Infinite City will disappear.

"If Lord Wuhan didn't appear in front of us right away, then..."

Just like when his body was still a pot, Yuhu stretched his neck towards the sky and saw a scene that he would never forget.

Master Wumei, who was extremely cruel to everyone, was actually nailed to a tree, and his skin was peeled off from all over his body.

This was the first time since he turned into a ghost that he had seen such miserable Wu Mei.

"Gulu, you are indeed that adult. It is so beautiful to look like this. It almost surpasses all my works of art."

Although Yutsubo had extraordinary respect for Oniitsuji Muzan, his pursuit of art still took over in a short period of time.

Fortunately, Wu Mei had lost his mind now. Otherwise, if he heard what Yu Hu was thinking, he probably wouldn't even need the undead army to take action. It would have launched a curse on its own to make Yu Hu lose his soul.

"Go ahead and bring their bodies back to me."

Bai Ye planted the battle flag on the ground and pointed at the evil spirits who were about to riot internally.

If he didn't take action, those evil ghosts without intelligence might eat the normal ghosts around him, and he would be the one who would suffer the loss.

Following Bai Ye's order, many puppets acted at the same time, as if they were warriors who had been trained for many years, and a chilling momentum spread.

"Really, the master is too overqualified. That strange creature that looks like a hill alone can take care of all these evil spirits."

Kanae, who was the only one who didn't move, stood behind Bai Ye and said helplessly.

It’s almost like a kid who just got a new toy.

Snap!

"Yeah~"

Kanae covered her somewhat red forehead, looked at Miss Dao Ling who had a somewhat unreal body in front of her, and pursed her red lips.

"Don't speak ill of the master."

Seeing Kanae nod, Miss Dao Ling turned into a black light with satisfaction and returned to the battle flag.

But the fact is exactly what Kanae said. The White Bone Evil Spirit and Nightmare Villa just moved their bodies slightly and destroyed most of the ghosts who rushed forward without thinking.

The crushed ghost was wrapped in a ball of black particles, and stood up again in the blink of an eye, tearing away at the ghost that had not yet been transformed into a puppet.

"Why? Master Yiwozuo, aren't we here to rescue that master? Why are we killing each other?"

Before a cannon fodder ghost could finish speaking, Yiwozuo's fist had already come in front of him and hit him hard on the head.

The ghost's head was like an exploding watermelon, split into pieces, white and red scattered on the ground.

The headless corpse lying on the ground seemed to have gone back in time, and the head reappeared, joining the ranks of the army of the dead.

Seeing such a strange scene, the remaining evil spirits were in a panic, crying for their fathers and mothers and trying to escape.

"Ah, what kind of ability is this? Why are they all ghosts? Why can they hurt me?"

But under the siege of more and more puppets, no one can escape, let alone several stringers who are staring at them eagerly. Once they get to the outside, they will die faster.

Hate Potian beat the drum behind him, and dozens of wooden dragons rose up from the ground, crushing towards the undead army.

But his wooden dragon pales in comparison to the wooden dragon released by Bai Ye.

Even if he summons another hundred wooden dragons, they may not be able to withstand the impact of the huge wooden dragon.

Attacks such as lightning, sound waves, and violent winds were spit out from the mouth of the wooden dragon.

Hei Shimo pulled out the "Void Crying God" and swung the sword quickly, creating a huge crescent sword light around him.

All the attacks were deflected, and all the wooden dragons turned into sawdust under this blow.

The wood grown by the blood demon art of the Apokazu Ten is far less tough than the plants produced by the Ten Thousand Trees, and is easily destroyed by the upper ranks.

Apokazu Ten, who lost the wooden dragon, looked at the many upper ranks who surrounded him, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

Fortunately, he was just a clone, a split created by the blood demon art. As long as the original cowardly ghost was not dead, he had unlimited opportunities to be reborn.

Bai Ye, who knew all the upper ranks of the blood demon art, would naturally not let Apokazu Ten die like this.

Jifu Taro's blood sickle pierced into the heart of Apokazu Ten, and a large amount of toxins were injected into it along the blood sickle.

Purple poison spots quickly appeared on Apokazu Ten's body.

"Huhu, it's just the toxin of the upper rank Lu. The body will soon metabolize it. You can't kill me."

Pop!

Ignoring the mocking Apokazu Ten, Douma slapped the metal fan on his head.

Before Apokazu Ten could react, he felt a chill in his body. When he wanted to say something, his body was completely frozen.

He was carried by Akaza and brought to Bai Ye.

"Run, run, run!"

Looking at the ice sculpture of the abomination, Yuhu completely lost the idea of ​​saving Muzan Kibutsuji.

Although he couldn't survive if Muzan-sama died, if he didn't run away, he might not wait for Muzan to die, and he would soon follow the footsteps of Bantengu.

Although being caught by Bai Ye might not seem to die, he would lose his self-awareness, which was no different from being dead.

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