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Hearing the obvious antipathy in this song, Ling Xun couldn't help shivering, feeling that the hairs all over his body were going to stand on end by the song that sounded like a ghost crying.

He seemed to have a premonition, so he hurriedly unfolded the black gauze in his hand, and then unrolled it again, and when he finally unfolded it all, the black gauze was the size of an adult cloak, as thin as a cicada's wing, almost transparent.He put the black veil cloak on his body, and he was immediately hidden in the night. Although he couldn't be completely invisible, as long as he didn't look for it carefully, it was difficult to notice his existence.

This is Ling Xun's treasure at the bottom of the box. It is made of the finest, softest and lightest top-grade silk, combined with the principle of formation techniques, and he personally weaves it.

If a top-level formation master made this cloak, he would definitely be able to hide his body completely. Unfortunately, Ling Xun is a two-handed knife. This thing was made by him, and it can only be used as a top-level night clothes. At the beginning, he painstakingly developed it for the purpose of It is more convenient when running in the morning and evening.However, even with this trivial skill, Qin Chao's eyes can't help but be greedy in today's age when the talents of formation masters are scarce.

With this layer of protection on his body, Ling Xun became more courageous and continued to walk in the direction of the singing.

Finally, on the Xuantian Righteous Path leading to the imperial palace near the south gate, he saw those singing things.

The reason why it is said to be "things" rather than people is because Ling Xun can't be sure whether those are living people or not.They were all dressed in black robes and bamboo hats. Their faces were covered with black air, and their facial features could not be seen clearly.

They gathered together to form an impeccable square formation, ten feet long and wide, and they were slowly marching towards the palace.At the front of the team, there were soldiers wearing armor and holding spears in their hands, trying to stop the team from moving forward. However, it was like a mantis holding a chariot, and the team that was advancing silently did not stop at all. The only way forward for them or things is destruction.

Wave after wave of guards fell down. The white thing with a tail like fireworks that Ling Xun saw at the entrance of the alley before shot out from the team from time to time and landed on the shaft and beam of the car, instantly catching fire. It spread rapidly, illuminating one side of the sky, like lighting up a bright lamp.If it falls on the guards, they will be burned into light balls one by one immediately, leaving puddles of powder in the end, piled up helplessly on the ground, allowing the latecomers to step over.

"In ancient times, there was a mountain called Zhou, and when it entered the sky, it towered over the sky and the earth, and when it was smashed by a long spear, the mountain was not round..."

"Stop! If you dare to approach again, we will throw flints!" The little leader among the guards shouted, but when the singing team got closer and closer, his knife hand trembled violently, exposing him At this time, the color is fierce and the inside is soft.

"There is a sun in the sky, nine rounds of glory, burning fertile fields and burning houses, shooting feathers and arrows, and the embers of the sun..."

The front of the team was less than half a mile away from the moat of the palace. These palace guards were all elites selected from the imperial army, but they were forced to retreat by this ghostly team.

"City defense archers are ready—"

On the outer city wall of the imperial palace, there had been archers standing by with their bows and arrows for a long time, just waiting for the things in black robes and bamboo hats to approach, and greeted them with a rain of arrows.

"Shoot arrows!!"

The sound of the bowstring snapping reverberated in the night sky, and dense rain of arrows toppled down from the city wall, carrying an unavoidable force, turning the land within a hundred steps from the imperial palace into a Shura field where thousands of arrows pierced the heart. Even those palace guards who had no time to retreat were shot into a sieve.

However, seeing that the arrow rain was about to arrive at the formation below the city, the formation suddenly changed its formation, and the figures in black robes and bamboo hats suddenly scattered in all directions, seemingly chaotic, but Shi Shiran was not in a hurry and was orderly.

They took steps that others couldn't understand, and waved their large black sleeves. Their movements were neat, and there was a sense of beauty dancing wantonly between the sky and the earth.

"Water has dragons, cholera and common people, crossing rivers and seas to make floods, slashing with knives, dragons breaking bones. State-owned kings are ruined, morals are ruined, loyal bones are eaten, children's blood is eaten, and a hundred ghosts are walking, Wang An? Hundred ghosts? Come on, Wang An..."

They danced their sleeves while continuing to chant, their voices became more and more uniform and louder, and gradually became deafening, and as their formation changed, a strong wind suddenly blew in the air, blowing them in black robes. The rain of arrows all over the sky was also blown to pieces by the gust of wind, turning into useless bamboo slips all over the ground.

"Throw the flint!" The city defense officer ordered again, but this time the voice no longer had confidence, and there was a faint trembling sound.

The boulders stained with kerosene were ignited, and one after another they used trebuchets to throw them down the city, and they fell unstoppably, as if karmic fire fell from the sky.

However, those men in black hats changed formation again.

Ling Xun had been watching from a distance, and this time he finally recognized the formation of the new team.

One side of this formation looks like a swimming dragon, and there is another circular formation outside the long formation. The circular formation is integrated into the long formation, and the long formation is wrapped outside the circular formation, which coincides with the "dragon swallowing the moon" in the astrology.

Qianlong is in the Yuan, originally it belongs to water, and the moon is water in elephant, and gold or wood in number.Metal produces water, and water produces wood, so no matter where you look at it, "Dragon swallowing the moon" is the tendency of two waters, which is a rare astrology of extremely negative water. If it appears in reality, it indicates that there will be floods from the sky The disaster of floods.

Sure enough, not long after this formation was formed, black clouds gathered over the palace, and heavy rain poured down, extinguishing those flints in an instant, and then the men in black changed their formation again, and the boulder that was about to fall disintegrated into long yellow sand in midair , was swept back by the wind and rain, and splashed on the head of the imperial city.

The soldiers standing on the tower and throwing stones suddenly screamed, either they were blinded by the yellow sand and the pain was unbearable, or their mouths and noses were blocked and they couldn't breathe.

"The state-owned king is degraded, his morals are ruined, he eats his loyal bones and eats his son's blood, and a hundred ghosts are walking, is Wang An? A hundred ghosts are walking, is Wang An..."

The singing sound penetrated the rain curtain, drifting towards the depths of the unbreakable, noble and inviolable palace.

Ling Xun watched as those figures in black and bamboo hats formed a phalanx again, and were about to cross the moat and break through the first protection of the nine palace gates.

However, at this moment, a rocket flew out of the palace, defying the heavy rain, and shot precisely at a certain place in the formation.

Different from the previous calm formation, this time the seemingly invincible black-clothed formation seemed to have a moment of turmoil, and before they could regroup, rockets rushed out one after another, shooting at different parts of the phalanx , making the neat phalanx even more precarious.

At this time, a male and female voice suddenly heard shouting from the tower: "You are so daring, you little bastards, do you think you can scare the Sajia by making a phantom with a formation technique? Even if the Sajia fights this way Old life, I can't let you despise the emperor's prestige and disrespect Long Live!"

The guards of the palace, who were originally desperate because of the seemingly invincible formation, immediately boosted their morale after hearing the shout from Zhongchang Attendant Qin Chao, and picked up the dropped weapons one after another. At the same time, the closed palace The door opened slowly, and a group of people jumped out from the inside. Looking at their clothes, some were in official uniforms, some were just civilian uniforms, but more of them were eunuchs in purple robes!

These people did not have knives, forks and sticks in their hands. Instead, like those people in black hats, they formed a formation with each other.

"Those people are formation masters! We also have formation formation masters!" The soldier closest to this group of people shouted excitedly.

The heavy rain suddenly stopped, and the bright moon reappeared.

Those boulders that had collapsed into yellow sand gathered again, ignited a raging fire, and rushed towards the formation of men in black hats.

As if they knew that the situation was over, those figures in black clothes and bamboo hats scattered and fled in all directions, most of them dissipated into black smoke on the way to escape, only a few real real people who appeared to be alive rushed towards various alleys.

"Catch those array mages who are making trouble! Rebels! Don't let any one go!" Qin Chao ordered angrily, and the guards of the imperial city were mobilized to start rounding up.

At this moment, Ling Xun secretly thought something was wrong. He was originally hiding at the entrance of the nearest alley. If the officers and soldiers chased him and found him, and then checked his identity as a formation master, wouldn't he be beaten as a "rebel" who made trouble? Jumping into the Yellow River can't wash it off?

If he had changed his usual legs, he wouldn't be afraid of being hunted down, but now he is still half-crippled, and it would take a cup of tea to climb over the wall, and he can't even jump on the roof. How can he get out?

Seeing the urgency of the situation, Ling Xun was hesitating whether to run or just pretend to be dead and hide. One of Qin Chao's formation masters seemed to be aware of it and rushed towards his hiding place.

Seeing that he was about to be exposed, Ling Xun suddenly felt that someone had grabbed his back hard, and when he wanted to resist, his eyes went dark, his feet hung in the air, and he could only see light and shadow flowing, and the gates of thousands of families flashed before him.

It felt like Ling Xun had it before, even when he was abducted by the chief historian.

When Ling Xun stepped on the ground again, he found himself in a strange temple.

The courtyard of this temple is overgrown with weeds, the vermilion paint on the temple gate is peeling off, and half of the windows have fallen from their hinges, obviously abandoned for a long time.Standing in the temple, Ling Xun could no longer hear any noise, which meant that this place should be far away from the imperial palace. There was no frightening fire in the sky, only the cold moon and cold stars were left, sprinkling some faint light quietly. Halo, people can barely see things.

The surroundings were so quiet that a needle could be heard, Ling Xun looked around, but he couldn't see the person who kidnapped him, so he could only prick up his ears, carefully distinguish every small sound in the air, and walked cautiously towards the inner courtyard of the temple where the statue of Laojun was enshrined. go.

Finally, after stepping over the dilapidated threshold, he saw the person standing in front of the statue.

The man was facing away from him, tall and thin, but not thin, wearing only a simple gray cloth jacket, like a peerless sword wrapped in coarse cloth, no matter how crude the outer sheath was, it would not damage the spirit of a magic soldier.

Ling Xun suddenly widened his eyes, his eyes reflected the back of the man, his lips trembled slightly due to excitement.

After pondering for a long time, he tentatively called out: "...En, benefactor?"