Slaying God: The Agent of the Ancestral Witch, Starting with the Nine-Turn Mysterious Art

"Horse hooves?"

Shen Qingzhu looked puzzled. "This is the underground space of the primeval forest. Where does the sound of horse hooves come from?"

The three of them followed the source of the sound.

The sound is getting closer and clearer.

Shen Qingzhu frowned. Gu Tianchen was right. It was indeed the sound of horse hooves, like an ancient army marching.

tread!tread!tread!

The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer, and the scene before them shocked Gu Tianchen and Lin Qiye.

A tall horse came slowly, and sitting on it was a general wearing ancient armor.

The general held a long sword, wore a bronze mask, and was clad in heavy armor. He had a burly figure and exuded a murderous aura that came from fighting through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Behind him was a whole group of heavily armored cavalrymen riding war horses, holding long spears, majestic and solemn, coming from afar. It was unknown how long this cavalry team was.

"what's the situation?"

Shen Qingzhu, who couldn't see clearly in the darkness, asked anxiously.

"We may have encountered the legendary ghost soldiers who are asking for passage." Lin Qiye answered in a low voice.

"Yin soldiers borrow the road?!"

Shen Qingzhu was completely stunned. Where did these evil soldiers come from in this damn place?

Gu Tianchen smiled and looked at Shen Qingzhu, "Brother, I have two pieces of news, one good news and one bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"

Shen Qingzhu raised his eyebrows, "Good news."

"The good news is, I can use witchcraft to make you see this ghost army passing through here."

"Where's the bad news?"

"It seems like we're in their way."

Shen Qingzhu: ...

A strange light flashed, and Shen Qingzhu could clearly see the cavalry in front of him. The three of them had been surrounded by the Yin soldiers.

"Does anyone among you know how to speak in secret language?" Gu Tianchen asked.

"Level three, is that enough?" Shen Qingzhu rubbed the black ring on his finger, injected mental power, and a black soul-breaking sword popped out directly.

"I don't think so. The level must be at least level four." Lin Qiye's eyes showed the might of a seraph burning with gold, and golden light flowed on his two swords.

"The only thing we can do is... strike first!" A blood moon flickered between Gu Tianchen's eyebrows.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

Adhering to the principle of capturing the leader first, the three men attacked the leading general from three different directions.

boom!

A sinister aura emanated from the general. He used the long sword in his hand to block the weapons of the three men and pushed them back.

"Such a strong aura, it has reached the peak of the sea realm!" Lin Qiye clenched the two swords in his hands and landed lightly like a butterfly.

"Humph, it's just a paper tiger."

Gu Tianchen swung out a blood-red moon blade and slashed at the surrounding cavalrymen.

Wherever the red blood moon passed, the cavalrymen fell to the ground one after another, turning into scattered paper men and paper horses, and their ghosts floated in the air.

Shen Qingzhu raised his eyebrows, "Made of paper?"

"The ghosts wandering here have attached themselves to paper people and paper horses, restoring their appearance when they were alive. They have been absorbing the evil energy here for more than two thousand years, and only then have they reached this level." Gu Tianchen had seen through everything with his Eye of the Netherworld.

"How do you know they have been wandering here for more than two thousand years?" Lin Qiye asked suspiciously.

"Wait until your wife wakes up and ask them yourself. Don't hurt their souls. Lead them here."

Gu Tianchen outlined a complex formation on the ground, which flashed with a strange and dark light.

Lin Qiye frowned. How could a single guy like me get a wife?

What's wrong with this guy?

Lin Qiye and Shen Qingzhu fought and retreated, leading the ghost soldiers into the formation set up by Gu Tianchen.

The ghost soldiers who entered the magic circle turned into paper people and paper horses and scattered all over the ground. The ghosts turned into golden light and dissipated into the void, re-entering the cycle of reincarnation.

Seeing this, the leading general stopped the rest of the charging ghost soldiers with a long sword in his hand and ordered them to line up in an orderly manner and enter the magic circle.

The general bowed to Gu Tianchen to express his gratitude and made way for the three of them.

"Hey, you're welcome. It's just a simple thing."

Gu Tianchen smiled and bowed to the other party, then left with the shocked Lin Qiye and Shen Qingzhu and continued to hunt down the queen ant.

"This...is it over?"

Shen Qingzhu, who was about to start a killing spree, suddenly felt powerless as if he had punched cotton, and reluctantly withdrew the Soul-Breaking Sword in his hand.

"Who said it's over? The real battle begins now."

Gu Tianchen held the Silver Dragon Halberd upside down in one hand and burned the Dutian Divine Fire in the other hand as a torch.

The flames danced in the pitch-black underground space. Under the dim light, pale paper figures had already surrounded the three people...

The paper people stared at the three people with empty eyes, and the corners of their mouths painted with a scarlet brush were raised into a strange smile that made people's scalps tingle.

"What's going on? Again?" Shen Qingzhu raised his eyebrows.

Lin Qiye's eyes turned cold, and he said seriously: "No, this time is different. There is no spiritual power fluctuation on their bodies, and there is no difference in realm. It is different from the ghost soldiers we encountered just now."

Strange auras emanated from the paper people, and the temperature around them dropped significantly.

All the paper figures turned their heads in unison, revealing strange smiles and staring sinisterly at the three people.

The paper figures began to take on the appearance of the three people, growing hair and facial features, as if they had come to life.

The vitality of Gu Tianchen and the other two was being drained away bit by bit, and their bodies were strangely turning into paper figures.

"They...are becoming like us?!"

Shen Qingzhu looked at one of the paper figures whose face was almost exactly like his own and let out a cry of surprise. He felt the cold death energy wandering through his body. He felt as if he was frozen in place, and his consciousness began to gradually blur.

Lin Qiye's eyes turned cold as he said, "They are absorbing our vitality and trying to revive us."

As the cold death energy gathered more and more in Gu Tianchen's body, the red moon between his eyebrows became brighter and brighter.

"Give me your hand."

Gu Tianchen stretched out his hand, held Lin Qiye and Shen Qingzhu beside him, and absorbed all the death energy in their bodies into his own body.

"Go on, go on, let's see who will suck the other to death first."

The corners of Gu Tianchen's mouth rose slightly, and the death energy in his body had almost condensed into substance, turning into thick black fog that kept swirling around him.

Lin Qiye and Shen Qingzhu exchanged glances, frowning at the same time. Who would suck the other to death first? Was this a serious question?

The paper people suddenly felt something was wrong. Not only did they fail to absorb any yang energy from these three living people, but the death energy they emitted was like a drop in the ocean, and was sucked away by everyone.

If they continue to be sucked like this, they will be the ones to be sucked by Barbie Q!

The paper people were sucked back into their strange paper man state by Gu Tianchen, and some of the paper people even had a deathly gray tint on their bright red lips.

Swish!

The paper people who suddenly appeared suddenly disappeared at this moment, as if they were frightened by Gu Tianchen and fled in panic.

Gu Tianchen wiped his mouth and said with a look of unsatisfied desire: "Don't go, keep smoking, I haven't had enough yet."

Shen Qingzhu held his forehead and looked at Lin Qiye speechlessly, and found that he was staring at something not far away in amazement.

"What are you looking at?" Shen Qingzhu asked curiously when she saw his expression as if he had seen a ghost.