My wife is a sword god

Chapter 157 Spirits as Heroes (End)
"Failed!" Ghost Buddha roared unwillingly, and he lost again.

Glaring deeply at the old guy not far away, his body flickered and disappeared in place.

Qian Puppet and the others are no longer fighting, the mission has failed, and it will be meaningless to continue entanglement.

But in the blink of an eye, all of them stood beside the sword ghost, looking down at Jinyang City.

And these people just watched quietly, and brought great coercion to Qin Feng and his party.

Swish!
Several bursts of wind sounded.

When he came back to his senses, Zhen Tianyi and Yu Mei stood in front of the crowd.

Liu Jianli held the sword in one hand, and the black hair slowly fell, protecting Qin Feng and the others behind him.

The atmosphere was oppressive, and the air was as thick as a quagmire. Both sides were at war with each other, but neither side had any plans to take the lead.

At this moment, to everyone's surprise, Qin Feng trotted to Lao Li's side.

"Brother (uncle)!" Lan Ningshuang and the three couldn't help exclaiming.

Qin Feng turned a deaf ear, he hastily unfolded his dual pupils to observe Senior Li's body.

The heart has been stripped, and the latter is like a candle in the wind at this moment, and the only remaining vitality may be annihilated at any time.

"Think quickly, think carefully, there must be a way to hang Senior Li's life." Qin Feng's brain was running fast, and the medical books he had read in the past were replayed over and over again in his mind.

However, how can humans survive without a heart?

Qin Feng gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, watching the light in Senior Li's eyes gradually dim, a deep sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart.

"Is that the kid from the Qin family?" Lao Li said, his voice was so weak that he could only hear it clearly if he put it close to his ear.

He can't see anything anymore.

"It's me." Qin Feng replied softly.

"You still have wine?"

"Have."

"Pour me a bowl."

"Okay." Qin Feng hurriedly took out the Immortal Drunk from the Sumeru Ring, poured it into a wine bowl, brought it to Senior Li, and gently fed it into the latter's mouth.

All around, the heroes of the soldiers gathered, and they all looked at Lao Li.

They seem to be waiting for something.

"This wine is so damn strong." Lao Li said with a smile, and then stood there straight, no longer breathing.

A gust of wind blew past, and Lao Li's shabby clothes slapped.

Qin Feng vaguely heard it.

There is the rush of horseshoes and the sound of horns.

There are gold and iron horses, and they can swallow thousands of miles with anger.

Drinking in the battle, singing heroically.

Someone seems to be shouting, who will fight with me again?
Call ~
The wind picked up again.

One hundred thousand ghosts manifested, so the leader is Lao Li?

Call ~
The strong wind comes and goes quickly.

In the blink of an eye, the hundred thousand ghosts disappeared, and their mission was finally completed at this moment.

High above the sky, Ghost Buddha said in a deep voice: "Since the mission failed, I have to do something, and I can only explain it when I go back."

There was murderous intent in the words.

The meaning of these words could not be more obvious.

However, Dao Gui looked at the faceless man in black robe below, and said with a sneer, "If you are not afraid of death, you can give it a try."

"What do you mean?" Thousand puppet asked.

"That man is angry, if we really want to fight, even if we can take something away.

But in the end, only two people survived. "The sword ghost replied lightly.

One of them was naturally himself, so who would the other be?
The rest of the people looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing what to do.

Nan Tianlong, the name of the head of the North Ghost, in the past, who didn't know, who didn't know?
The ghost Buddha said unwillingly: "Jinyun is hungry, let's go!"

"Oh." Hearing this, Jin Yun slammed his stomach hard, opened his bloody mouth again, and turned into a door.

Several people stepped into it one by one.

"Don't try to run!" Zhentian swung the silver-white long knife violently in one hand, and a sword's energy pierced the sky.

The sword ghost paused, and pinched the fingers of his right hand, shattering the sword energy!
He glanced back, then walked into the mouth of nothingness, and disappeared into the sky together with the others.

With the group retreating, the battle finally came to an end.

Looking at Jinyang City at this moment, it is already riddled with holes, and there are ruins everywhere.

It is so broken, how long will it take to restore it?

On the other side, the old man Baili flipped his right hand and heard Yuxuan rise again.

The Dragon Beard Brush manifested in his hand, and the golden characters jumped into the void, and another burst of white mist emerged, covering Jinyang City completely within a short while.

Under everyone's amazed eyes, those damaged streets are being repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"Is this also the ability to see flowers in the fog?" Lan Ningshuang said with her eyes wide open.

Not far away, Qin Feng didn't care about these changes around him.

He just slowly put down Senior Li's body.

In order to protect one side, the latter has stuck to it all his life, and it is time to lie down and rest.

On the other side, nothingness opened its mouth again, and Ghost Buddha and his party kept stepping out.

The surrounding environment was pitch black, only the torches on both sides gave off a faint flame, illuminating a ten-foot radius.

"Mission failed?" In the darkness, an ethereal voice sounded.

The ghost Buddha said: "King Garuda's heart was melted by the divine fire."

"The sword ghost is here, but he also lost his hand. Who is on the other side?"

"The head of the ghost is here." The sword ghost replied lightly

"So that's how it is." The voice in the darkness pondered for a moment, then spoke again: "It's okay, those who plan big things don't just fight for a day.

Everyone has worked hard. "

As soon as these words came out, silence returned.

Everyone retreated and disappeared into the darkness.

Only Dao Gui stood where he was. He looked at the tiger's mouth on his right hand, which was already cracked and bleeding.

"Not bad, some progress."

Seven days passed by in a hurry, and Jinyang City was as usual.

Vendors on both sides are hawking, and there are constant pedestrians on the street.

For ordinary people like them, the disaster seven days ago was just a dream.

In the lobby of the Qin Mansion, Erniang asked curiously: "Why haven't you seen Feng'er these days?"

The second brother slammed the bowl and chopsticks in his hand: "Brother has locked himself in the room recently."

"Shut up in a room? What is he doing?"

Qing'er who was standing by the side replied softly: "Young Master has been practicing calligraphy day and night, and he hasn't rested for a long time."

"Even if you want to practice calligraphy, you can't do this." Er Niang looked worried.

At this time, Qin Jian'an, who was sitting upright, put down his bowl and chopsticks and said, "Let him go."

The old wooden door was pushed open, making a creaking sound.

In the yard, all the wine-making tools were there, but a familiar figure was missing.

Qin Feng stepped into the courtyard and walked to a corner.

If he remembered correctly, the cellar was at this location.

He turned to look at Liu Jianli, who nodded slightly.

With the energy gushing out of the body, the entrance to the cellar slowly appeared.

Stroll into it, the lights are dim.

No one has changed the wick for a long time, so naturally it is almost to the point of running out of oil and the lamp is dry.

At a glance, the orderly stone platform is full of spirit cards of soldiers, and below the spirit cards, there is an altar of wine piled up.

Qin Feng caressed the stone platform, and the hand was covered with dust.

He continued to move forward until he reached the deepest part of the cellar and saw the unnamed spirit tablet.

After a long time, Qin Feng left the cellar.

And on the unnamed token, there is an extra name.

Outside Jinyang City, to the north, there is a high mountain.

The tomb of Senior Li Yang is buried here.

Qin Feng took out an altar of Immortal Drunk, placed it in front of the tombstone, and continued to draw on the stone tablet with his fingertips.

Vigorous and powerful handwriting slowly emerged.

I saw-

"Life is a hero, and death is a ghost.

Smile and go to Fengdu to recruit the old department, and kill demons with a hundred thousand banners. "

At the moment when the inscription was engraved, Qingguang rushed into the sky.

Listening to Yuxuan, the old man Baili suddenly called out "Okay!"

Then he raised his wine bowl, faced the north far away, and drank it all in one gulp.

Spirits go with heroes.

PS: The first volume of Forbidden Yang City is over, and it will be delivered at the fifth watch!
Today's fifth update is not to prove that I can do it, but to make those readers who say I am short pay the price!
Uh, cough, and what's more, the fifth watch on Saturday is gone.

Occasionally, it’s okay to grow once or twice, but if it keeps growing, the body will not be able to bear it, that’s it
(End of this chapter)