dead child, ghost carrying coffin

Under the rather "complicated" eyes of Chang Huaiyuan and others, Chang Baye regretted it after he finished speaking.

He secretly scolded Chen Dage, a little bastard, for harming him, while nodding and laughing.

"How about...how about I let the bosses run three steps first?..."

The other immortals couldn't laugh or cry, Chang Huaiyuan shook his head helplessly.

Hua Jiu could hardly see that after the Hundred Warriors reorganized their formation, Li Guang wanted to lead them into the ancient tomb and shouted immediately.

"General Li wait a moment, the junior has something to tell."

Li Guang already felt the extraordinaryness of this young man, so he didn't neglect him.

Leading the soldiers of Bai Zhan, they rode their horses to stop one foot in front of Hua Jiunan and the others.

"It's inconvenient to be polite on the battlefield. I don't know what my little friend can teach you?!"

Hua Jiunan will tell everything that happened around the ancient tomb.

"General Li, the things in the tomb have woken up early, you can't go in rashly."

Hua Jiu couldn't finish speaking, and before Li Guang could speak, the mountain under his feet suddenly shook violently.

A black and red altar composed of countless corpses slowly rose from the ground.

Around the altar, there were three-meter-tall yellow-turban wrestlers whose muscles were wriggling like strange snakes.

On the periphery of the Yellow Turban warriors, there are tens of thousands of Yellow Turban ghost soldiers.

In the middle of the altar, a blood-red sarcophagus was suspended in the air by eight iron cables.

There were constant howls of ghosts and wolves from inside the coffin.

Twelve black, red, and smelly banners were planted in all directions of the coffin, hunting in the dark wind.

The blood on the flag has turned black for too long.

Impressively are the words "Taiping", "Jiazi Daji", "General Rengong", "Zhang" and so on.

With the appearance of the human bone altar, the night sky instantly darkened.

The stench of corpses filled the air, and red snowflakes floated.

Chen Daji stretched out his hand to catch it, but felt that Hongxue was biting cold, and couldn't help shivering.

"Fuck, uncle, this is really bloody!"

"Grandma, this thing is more famous than your appearance!"

If it weren't for the ghost sedan chair floating in the air, Chen Daji would have suffered another cigarette pouch on his head.

"Jie Jie Jie, if you use tens of thousands of people to sacrifice to grandma, grandma will become the king of ghosts immediately!"

"At that time, it will be no problem to get you a ghost country!!"

After hearing this, Chen Daji snapped his fingers and calculated carefully:

If grandma becomes the king of ghosts, will dirty things dare to bully me in the future? ! !

But tens of thousands are a bit much!

There are only three people in my family.

Even if Fatty Zhao's family is involved, there are only six people, which is a bit far from the goal!

It should be difficult to recruit workers for this kind of thing, and no one is willing to come for any amount of money.

just forget it......

While Chen Daji was thinking wildly, Chang Huaiyuan and Hui Lao Liu stepped forward together to protect Hua Jiunan.

"It really is him, 'General Rengong' Zhang Liang!"

"The blood is filled with blood, and the evil spirit is soaring to the sky. It is worthy of being a 'fierce god'!"

General Li Guang had a solemn face, holding his saber high in his hand:

"Brothers, line up!"

"Prepare to kill the enemy with this general!"

Bai Zhanbing's soul turned his horse's head to face the altar, and struck the breastplate with his weapon, making a loud bang.

Qi Qi roared: "No!"

When the two sides were at war, the coffin on the altar suddenly opened.

A zombie in black armor with disheveled hair floated out of it.

Then it landed on the altar with a bang.

This person is the third child of the three Taipingdao brothers, Zhang Liang!

Zhang Liang holds a copper coin sword in his left hand, and a blood-stained evocation banner in his right hand.

His face was withered and his fangs were turned out.

When he opened his mouth to speak, black air kept gushing out from his mouth.

"The sky is dead and the yellow sky should be established. The year is Jiazi, and the world will be happy!"

Zhang Liang's voice was as harsh as a shovel rubbing against sand.

After he finished shouting, all the yellow turban warriors and yellow turban ghost soldiers also shouted together:

"The sky is dead and the yellow sky should be established. The year is Jiazi, and the world will be happy!"

This sentence completely angered Li Guang, a loyal minister of the Han Dynasty.

"Rebellious ministers and thieves dare to act presumptuously in front of this general, and they will be killed without mercy!"

After speaking, he took the lead and rushed towards Zhang Liang like an arrow off the string.

"Follow the general to kill the enemy! Kill!"

The souls of the Hundred Warriors shouted in unison and followed behind Li Guang without hesitation.

Hua Jiu was so ugly that she was worried:

Hundreds of people stand in front of tens of thousands of people, the gap between the two sides is really too big:

That way, it's like throwing a stone into a vast lake, and I'm afraid it won't make much waves.