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Chapter 583 Fighting 4
Once turned into light to move, and turned into light to move again, when the white light gradually faded, the gate of ghosts was already close in front of us.

As Jiang Hanyun said, the gate of ghosts is open, and it has not been closed by the ghost clan from this side.

There was a group of ghosts near the ghost gate who wanted to stop them, but Luo Wenqing charged and killed them and fled in all directions.

When everyone passed through the ghost gate, the joy of surviving suddenly filled their hearts. The first thing many people did when they came out of the flywheel was to kneel down and bury their faces in the soil, feeling the fragrance of the earth.

After venting, everyone realized how embarrassing they were. All the flywheels were scarred, not only scratched, but also burnt and corroded.The original metallic color is also gone, the surface is all mottled, and there is a lot of rust.Their bodies were also covered with sweat and blood, their hair was messy, their faces were pale, and they looked tired.

"This is the real war." Xie Xiaoyu also felt exhausted, which reminded him of the time when he was guarding Wucheng. At that time, after a big battle, just like now, he only felt exhausted.

What is tiring is not the body, but the heart. A big battle not only consumes physical strength and energy, but also keeps the nerves tense. No one can bear it.

All of this has nothing to do with cultivation, even if he becomes a Daoist or even a true immortal in the future, he will feel exhausted after a big battle.

"Compared to guarding Wucheng, how does it feel?" Qing Lan asked from the side. She had never been to Tianbao Prefecture, and she had no experience of that battle, so she was curious.

"It's not the same. When fighting against the barbarians, although the number of opponents is large, they are not so many. At that time, we can take advantage of the danger. As long as the barbarians can't break through our defense, we are safe." Xie Xiaoyu immediately Given the evaluation, the difference between the two is too obvious.

"Ask Luo Wenqing and Su Mingcheng, how many people have they lost?" Xie Xiaoyu remembered that there was something serious to do.

This should have been asked by him, but the problem was that he couldn't open his mouth.

Sometimes his heart is very hard, in order to train so many people into the gate of hell, he insisted on fighting the last battle.Sometimes his heart is very soft, as long as he thinks of those who died in battle, he will be filled with guilt.

Those people were not only dead, but their souls were scattered, and they could not re-enter the cycle of reincarnation. They were as miserable as the soldiers who died in Beiwang City and under the purple light thunder of Chixiao.

"What are you thinking?" Qi Luo asked from the side.

"I'm reminded of those days in Beiwang City, do you think I'm getting more and more like that Chen Duhu?" Xie Xiaoyu was filled with uneasiness.

"How is it possible? He has selfish intentions, and his subordinates are also a group of villains who abolished the public for personal reasons. The war is about to start, and he still takes advantage of the Liu family to frame his own people. You have no selfish intentions. Luo Wenqing, Mazi, and Su Mingcheng are all under his command. Characters, they are all led by their own children, even if there are sacrifices, it is necessary." Of course, Qi Luo will not think that her man is wrong.

"If you think like this now, it's because you can't get along with yourself." Qing Lan interjected beside her.

"Did you hear that? You are making things difficult for yourself." Qi Luo giggled, it was rare for her to be on the same side as Qing Lan.

Xie Xiaoyu tilted her head and thought about it, it seems that this is indeed the case.

Qi Luo turned around and began to contact Luo Wenqing and Su Mingcheng. After a while, she turned around and said, "Fortunately, it's not as much as 750%. The left army lost 2000 and two flywheels, and the right army lost 93, 90 flywheels." , a total of [-] people were lost."

The loss was close to [-], which was not a small loss. Fortunately, it was less than [-]%, and it was still bearable.

"Luo Wenqing asked me to tell you that some flywheels didn't have time to self-destruct, and might fall into the hands of the ghost clan, and there might be big trouble." Qi Luo said again.

Xie Xiaoyu had expected this possibility a long time ago.They have been winning battles before, and even if the flywheel is damaged, they can always recover the wreckage after the battle. This time they are desperate to break through, and the damaged flywheel will definitely fall into the opponent's hands.

"Reassure him, that thing is useless to the ghost race. The most powerful thing about ghosts is their cunning and changeability. The second is their ability to change between reality and reality. The third is their speed. For them, the flywheel is simply a tortoise shell."

When he said this, he was completely comparing his heart with his heart. He was also good at speed. Although the flywheel was something he came up with, it didn't mean he liked it.

The speed of the flywheel was too slow, and for him who was used to traveling thousands of miles in a blink of an eye, it was like a turtle crawling.

A wild boar may envy a tortoise, but a bird cannot.

Relatively speaking, the flywheel is much more useful to the demon clan. Among the demon clan, those who are good at procreating but weaker, if they control the flywheel, their strength will increase a lot.

But in this way, the system of the monster clan that has lasted for millions of years will collapse suddenly. After those weak monster clans gain power, they may not listen to the words of those powerful monster clans.

Presumably those demon kings and demon emperors would not be willing to see such a thing happen.

The only thing to worry about is the magic door.

Xie Xiaoyu doesn't like demons and ghosts, but he doesn't reject demons.

In case there is no way out, turning to the magic gate is also an option.

He was thinking wildly, when there was a slight fluctuation next to him, and then a group of old men appeared, and the leader was Zuo Taoist, the head of Beiyan Mountain.The leader looked at the army that stretched for several miles, and then at the monks who were lying casually beside him, and couldn't help frowning.

The old man frowned and asked, "Did something happen?"

"We made so much trouble inside that the ghost clan couldn't stand it and wanted to keep us all. It was okay, everyone worked together and forced us out." Xie Xiaoyu answered tactfully, without mentioning herself Stick to this fight.

As soon as he finished speaking, a puff of black smoke rose from the ghost gate.

"A lot of remnants."

The complexions of these veterans changed slightly. They heard Xie Xiaoyu say it easily, so they didn't pay much attention to it, but seeing the rising black smoke now, the feeling is completely different.

The black smoke was emitted by a Soul Gathering Banner, which Xie Xiaoyu had borrowed from the Left Taoist before the start of the war to gather the remnants of souls.

"How many ghosts have you killed this time?" an old Taoist asked with surprise on his face.

"Even if it doesn't exceed [-] million, there will always be tens of millions." The one who spoke was not Xie Xiaoyu, but Luo Wenqing, and beside him were Mazi, Jiang Hanyun and others.

They originally planned to take a good rest, but when this group of veterans came, they had to come to meet each other.

"I've met some priests." Luo Wenqing stepped forward to salute.

The group of veterans on the opposite side were all in a daze. They had already guessed this number when they saw the thick smoke, but they were still taken aback after hearing Luo Wenqing's answer.

"How many ghosts have you encountered? Ten times? Hundred times?" the old Taoist continued to ask.

"I don't know, I can't count it at all. It feels like we killed less than one-thousandth of the ghosts." Luo Wenqing still had lingering fears when he thought of the overwhelming scene.

All the veterans gasped.

"The space inside the ghost gate is just the gap between the underworld and our world. There are already countless ghosts. I don't know how many ghosts there are in the entire underworld!" Among them, she has never encountered such danger.

Jiang Hanyun gently tugged on her junior sister. Now that the catastrophe is approaching, such words that damage morale cannot be said indiscriminately.

(End of this chapter)