Transmigrating into a male-oriented novel, she makes money to cultivate immortality and lead the vil

Jiang Ying likes to play low-end games, and it is always safer to abuse people than to challenge them, but she never expected that one day, the novices would take the initiative to charge her.

"It's true that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers." She was surprised by their identities, but it was not impossible to defeat them.

When he was about to be caught by them, Jiang Ying left the encirclement with a brisk "flash". The Bagua Fang raised up in his hand, and the wooden wall of "Chun Ruong" had already penetrated the ground, shutting the six people inside like a circle.

The Soul Locking Formation can be reversed, and so can her wooden shield!

"Are you okay?" She turned to ask Schrödinger, but saw the monkey sitting cross-legged on the ground, looking in disbelief.

He looked up at Jiang Ying, extremely confused: "I have tried Buddhism, Taoism, and ghost ways, but I can't save them. Their three souls have disappeared!"

Jiang Ying immediately thought that whether they were silver-armored archers or bronze-armored spearmen, their weapons were all lit with smoke.

Is there something weird about the smoke?

Just when the six men wanted to capture her alive, they threw their spears. Jiang Ying picked one up and looked at it. The thick smoke on the tip of the spear had almost dissipated because it was stained with human blood, leaving only a suffocating rotten smell.

"Eh, that's disgusting. Do you recognize this thing?"

While Schrödinger shook his head thoughtfully, Lin Zhiyuan's voice sounded in Jiang Ying's sea of ​​consciousness:

"Ecstasy."

"Fragrant? The person who named it didn't have a nose, did he?" Jiang Ying looked at the black mass and really disagreed with its name.

"It's not for people to smell, it's for ghosts. When the soul smells the incense, it will be like a moth flying into the fire, swooping into the incense and becoming part of the smoke."

Jiang Ying listened, not only did he not answer his questions, but he became even more curious: "Then what is the purpose of using the incense? Who will benefit from driving the people of this city to death?"

Hearing this, Schrödinger suddenly woke up, jumped up, hugged Jiang Ying's arm, came to the spear and sniffed hard!

"I remembered it! When I passed away, I smelled this smell. After that, I felt like I was in the cauldron, floating upwards and unable to escape."

"Ding?" Jiang Ying imagined that Schrödinger's soul turned into a wisp of cigarette. She slowly looked up and saw that a thick layer of clouds had accumulated in the sky at some point, as if they wanted to tell her some secret.

"Damn! You're so fucking crazy!" Jiang Ying couldn't help but cursed directly.

She finally figured out why the war was only taking place in Qiantang, why there was a reverse-open spirit-locking formation above Qiantang, and why every time the formation made a loud noise, there was an area where street fighting broke out.

The common people were gradually turned into frightened birds by the fear of death, and then, in fear, they were strangled and turned into resentful souls.

When the thick smoke is ignited and the three souls rise, the Soul Locking Formation is a huge cover that absorbs all the soul smoke. Those sounds are caused by the hot smoke hitting the formation.

Although I don’t know what it is intended for, just by looking at this technique, I know that people who make plans are definitely not kind!

This person must meet three conditions at the same time: inciting a mutiny, having the power to appoint the army, and being proficient in the art of cultivating immortals. If the guarantee is not complete, there must be a relationship with the Immortal Cultivation Committee.

This person is probably in the Wuyue Palace right now.

The Silver Armored Palace Guards have no cultivation level, and the Bronze Armored and Golden Scaled Army are all low-level monks, but both sides are using "Ecstasy Incense".

The monks in the Golden Scale Army even hurriedly disguised themselves and sneaked into the Nu River to draw their swords. Even the monks with these two swords knew about the Tengshuang Sword, which meant that that person must have mentioned it in particular. At this point, the portrait of the "perpetrator" who now holds the Golden Scale Army has gradually become clear - he has a high position, holds a large number of troops, acts cruelly, and has the help of monks.

As for the palace guards, they will naturally know the ins and outs when Jiang Ying enters the palace.

Jiang Ying thought about it and looked at "Chun Rong". The people inside had already stopped moving.

The delicate flowers of the wooden shield bloomed in reverse, and the huge stamens firmly stuck these "courageous" soldiers together, suffocating their mouths and noses.

Jiang Ying tapped her fingers, and the flowers on the wooden shield seemed to be encouraged and secreted digestive juices more quickly. Soon, their flesh and blood were annihilated, and their armor and bones were spat out.

Jiang Ying picked up two sets of bronze armor with the best quality and returned to Zhongji Silk and Satin Shop as quickly as possible.

"What? You want to enter the palace? Didn't you say that the culprit is in the palace and can afford such a large array? The person behind it is at least Nascent Soul. Why did you go in and die?"

"He wants to massacre the entire city, and he also lets monks like me enter the city. This shows that he is very confident and greedy. When all the people are killed, it will be our turn. Instead of sitting back and waiting to die..."

Jiang Yingyi angrily argued with Ma Pan, but before she could reach the height of her theory, Ma Pan interrupted her with a "stop bragging" look on her face:

"You, tell the truth."

Jiang Ying was choked by this, and she let out a breath: "Okay, if this one can liberate the innocent souls in the city, it will be a great blessing. I have such a good opportunity...!"

"I asked you, when did you become so self-sacrificing?"

"This is obviously a matter of benefiting others and self-interest. I understand that you are also to blame?"

"You want merit rather than life!" Ma Pan was really anxious. It would be a matter of life and death, but Jiang Ying's profit-seeking will cost his life!

Jiang Ying looked at Ma Pan, knowing that he really cared about her, and suddenly said very seriously: "I do need merit, but what I said before is also true." Then she took out the Tengshuang Sword.

The best reward for someone who cares about you is to get him involved.

"I lost the Tengshuang Sword on the way. It fell at the bottom of the Nu River. When I went to retrieve the sword, I met two disguised Golden Scale Army monks. If I had been a step late, Tengshuang would have fallen into their hands."

Ma Pan's eyebrows knitted into a knot: "They can actually forcibly drive the Tengshuang Sword. What kind of cultivation are they?"

"Not only that, the Golden Scale Army I met just now, when they saw that Teng Shuang Jian ignored my cultivation, they wanted to unite to capture me alive." Jiang Ying raised his eyebrows, feeling helpless.

"Perhaps I fell into this trap when I entered Qiantang City. I can't escape unscathed, but you might be able to, so I won't invite you to go with me. I'll go meet him myself."

Jiang Ying spoke sincerely, and in the end she resorted to retreating to advance, which made Ma Pan feel a little ashamed - Jiang Ying had never been stingy with hiding her secrets from him, and now that she might be in trouble and didn't want to drag her down, did she really want to Stand idly by?

Soon Jiang Ying would hear Ma Pan volunteering as she wished, and she was looking forward to it. The situation in the palace is unclear, and Ma Pan's formation is very tricky. He can be surprised when he enters, and he can be forced to protect himself when he retreats. It is best to take him in.

But "Heaven" did not fulfill people's wishes, and suddenly there was a continuous earthquake outside the formation, and the earth was mourning!

"Go out and take a look first!" Jiang Ying and Ma Pan left the formation at the same time and came to the once prosperous and now deserted streets.

Apparently only three moments had passed, and it was already completely dark! Something is wrong!

The tremors on the ground continue, and the sky is only endless black... thick black?