Global Cards: I Create Eastern Mythic Card Deck

In the vast night.

In an ancient forest.

Ji Nian raised his hand and summoned the [Yuanxi Chao Huiguos Grassland Ghost-Swallowing Falcon] newly obtained last night.

I saw a ray of light flashing by, and a majestic bird with soap wings and silver beak appeared out of thin air, floating in the air, with its wings folded, and tilted its head to look at him standing on the ground.

"Hey, Bird."

Seeing this, Ji Nian called out and stretched out his left arm, which was temporarily wrapped with a ghost soldier camp map.

The falcon swooped down like instinct and landed quietly on it.

"Hey, that's interesting."

Ji Nian smiled, stretched out a finger, and rubbed the soft fur on the top of the Falcon's head.

Bird seemed a little dissatisfied with his behavior, but due to the passing level of intimacy, he still endured it silently.

Just the way she turned her head and ignored him made her look like a shy little wife being teased by a gangster.

"Ah."

Ji Nian laughed and stopped teasing it. He slightly raised his left arm and signaled it to fly high into the sky.

Then, through the shared view, they observed the situation at the [Yuanxi Ghost Soldier Camp] on the hillside not far away.

Judging from the undulating curvature of the ground, it was indeed a small hillside.

But the top of it looked as if it had been cut by a thousand-meter-long knife. The cut was as smooth and flat as a mirror.

The ghost soldiers' camp, surrounded by a dark red fragrant cedar fence, fell on it, and faint shouts of killing could be heard.

Seeing this situation, Ji Nian controlled the Falcon to slowly descend and gradually move forward.

I saw dozens of ghost soldiers with mottled armor, rusted weapons, black faces, and empty eye sockets practicing formations and weapons in a decent manner.

The chronicler couldn't help but sigh: "Lancers, archers... good guys, there are cavalry and messengers. This is a complete configuration."

The scene in front of him couldn't help but remind him of the [Bloody Black Wind Village] he had accompanied Li Baitian to.

However, the ragtag group that was easily destroyed by Zongzi Brother and a Kaling obviously cannot be compared with this small but well-equipped ghost soldier.

"I think the legion cards made from such high-quality materials will be particularly easy to use."

Ji Nian said silently in his heart, a little ready to make a move.

Just as he was about to raise his hand, his super hearing enhanced by feedback keenly picked up a faint sound, but it came from the grass next to him.

Yingtai, who was playing games on the side and acted as bodyguard and thug, reacted much faster than him.

Even before there was a sound from the grass, he put down his cell phone, quickly drew his bow and nocked an arrow, and then suddenly let go.

With the sound of "siu", the arrow with dark red blood stains solidified flew straight into the grass with huge kinetic energy. The Yin energy flowing from the arrow even corroded the surrounding plants.

Lao Liu, who was hiding in the grass, obviously didn't notice the scene.

Just as he was about to turn around and run away, an arrow caught his neck, and it was pierced through as if there was no resistance, revealing a huge hole.

After covering his neck, he turned around and glanced at Yingtai, who was standing with a bow and arrows in a heroic posture, and then he threw his head back and fell down. His whole body was exuding a rich black energy, which seemed to be dissipating.

Seeing this, Ji Nian quickly threw out a blank card and hit him on the forehead.

With a wisp of spiritual power passing by, the material was successfully sealed and named [Yuanxi Ghost Soldier Scout].

"Good guys, the scouts are out..."

Ji Nian made a casual remark, carefully collected the materials, and then raised his hand to summon the general.

I saw a flash of blue-purple light, and two tall figures walked out of the fog at the end of the mountain road.

Wearing red gold armor, he has a fragrant head on his head. He has strong muscles, strong bones and strong tendons. He has a fire sign in his palm, shackles whirling around, and his footwork is masculine and steady.

And as it walked out of the heavy fog, an invisible aura gradually spread out around the world.

The little girl who had just fired an arrow to show off her power suddenly changed her expression, and hid behind him with a hint of fear.

"Don't be afraid, this is one of our own."

Ji Nian comforted the little girl in a low voice and turned to look at Zengjiang, who was walking this way.

The great god seemed to have noticed the trembling little female ghost hiding behind Ji Nian, and stopped about five meters away from her.

His temperament is somewhat similar to that of Master Qi, generous and gentle.

As long as he is not facing a big ghost that is harming the world, he always has a kind face.

"General Zeng, I will trouble you next."

Ji Nian said softly and pointed in the direction of the ghost soldiers' camp.

General Zeng nodded clearly, the two figures looked at each other, and the next moment, they disappeared.

When the time came to react, they had already flown over the camp, their slightly gray arms raised high, shining with a metallic color under the moonlight.

Just after hearing the sound of "boom", the red light of the fire sign that Hong Mian Zeng held tightly flashed.

Just like the fireworks played by children during the New Year, a wall of hell fire that was tens of meters high instantly burst out.

The ghost soldiers patrolling the camp were unable to dodge, and they caught a trace of sparks and were burned into charcoal in the blink of an eye.

However, its scream before "death" still woke up the other ghost soldiers.

There was a sound of gold and iron rubbing and colliding. The ghost soldiers quickly raised their shields and gathered thick yin energy to try to block the blow.

The answer is obvious.

They succeeded.

The reason is also very simple. The red-faced general has no power at all.

After all, the task entrusted to him by the Chronicle was to capture the ghost soldiers, not to destroy them, so of course he had to hold back.

And with the little time bought by the Hellfire Wall, the blue-faced general had turned into a wisp of incense and landed in the middle of the shield.

By the time the ghost soldiers noticed this uninvited guest, He had already shaken off the handcuffs like a tiger.

Just like weapons like nunchucks, swing it left and right, lift it up and down, and hit it.

Each blow hit the ghost soldier's chin accurately, causing him to fly backwards.

After a while, the ghost soldier who tried to fight back fell to the ground.

At this moment, with a dry neighing, no fewer than ten evil spirit cavalry rode bone horses and charged.

Lan Mian Zengjiang stood there waiting, as still as a pagoda.

Seeing this situation, the evil spirit cavalry looked ferocious, raised their spears and swords high, stabbed or chopped, and flew over and attacked.

The black air formed from this came overwhelmingly, carrying stones, clods of soil, fallen leaves, and weapons.

Faced with such a "powerful" offensive, the blue-faced general just waved his hand, and the thick black energy disappeared.

With another wave of his hand, the strong wind swept by divine power overturned the incoming evil spirit cavalry.

The whole movement was smooth and easy.

The red-faced General Zeng, the body of General Zeng, also slowly fell from the air at this time. The fire sign pointed at the ghost soldiers swaying on the ground. After silently reciting a spell, they were imprisoned one by one in the chronological chamber. In the sea of ​​knowledge.

Ji Nian, who was waiting outside the camp, moved quickly. He put his index and middle fingers together, a little between his eyebrows, closed his eyes tightly, and the scene in the sea of ​​​​consciousness flashed through his mind.

Then he manipulated the blank cards extremely skillfully to gather these ghost soldiers one by one.

"I almost forgot, there is this."

Ji Nian slapped his head and raised his hand to put away the [Yuanxi Ghost Soldier Camp].

This material was somewhat lacking in meaning, so he planned to send it to the association for sale.