The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

When Qiongying and Feng Feili returned to the palace from the back mountain, they felt an abnormality in the air, a burst of oppression and murderous aura.

"My lord, the Eastern Vietnamese army is attacking the city." Luo Yi came quickly, and when he saw Qiong Ying, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Where is Qingjun?" Qiongying frowned slightly.

"The young master has already led the black clothes to the city gate, and the battle has probably started now." Luo Yi replied, and added: "Master Jiangxue followed the young master."

"Go to the city gate." As soon as the words fell, Qiong Ying's figure had disappeared.

Feng Feili hurriedly chased after him, feeling a little lost and uneasy in her heart, Qingjun seemed to have surpassed the relationship between siblings to her, and she also cared about Qingjun very much, but Qingjun was too extreme and not suitable for him.

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city ​​gate.

The two armies fought, the sound of horseshoes, wailing, and hissing were deafening, as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was splitting, straight into the sky.

There is a lot of danger, there is a red shadow on the battlefield, stepping on the blood, the clothes are flying, like a blooming manjusawa, gorgeous and poisonous, it seems to use killing to vent its anger.

Wuxin and others watched the battle on the tower.

"Those are the living dead?" Jing Ao asked in shock, finally seeing it for real.

Looking at the armored men who came out of the wooden box, their limbs were stiff, but their magic power had reached at least the sixth level, or even the eighth level.

"As you can see." Wu Xin frowned, there were twenty living dead, and even the black cavalry were no match for them.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, the ground cracked, the trees were uprooted, and the two miles around were affected, as if the mountains were falling apart.

There were screams, whines, and roars on the battlefield, and many beasts and soldiers fell into the cracks in the ground, flying sand and rocks, and the sky was filled with dust.

"A few living dead people have used the advanced earth control technique, which has reached the eighth level." Jing Ao waved his sleeves, brushing away the dust.

"Where is Qingjun?" Qiutong was a little startled, there was too much dust, and he couldn't see the battle situation.

"Don't worry, he will be fine." Jing Ao didn't worry at all, Qingjun is simply a pervert, he actually killed people to vent his anger, the so-called disaster will last for thousands of years.

"If Qingjun makes any mistakes, you and I will be buried together!" Qiutong couldn't calm down, and immediately jumped off the tower and disappeared into the dust.

Jing Ao twitched the corner of his mouth, is it that serious?This man Qingjun will never die!

The sky was gloomy, the entire battlefield vibrated, the dust was billowing, and he was trapped in a cloud of dust. He couldn't see his fingers, and he was so choked that he could hardly breathe.

Wu Xinxiu frowned, twisted a weapon, and jumped off the tower, getting caught in the dust.

The master gave Qingjun the best teaching, let Jiangxue never leave Qingjun, didn't let Qingjun participate in the battle, and protected Qingjun everywhere, if anything happened to Qingjun, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Wuxin!" Nangong Chen exclaimed in surprise, and immediately followed.

Seeing that Wuxin went down, Jing Ao couldn't calm down any more, and cursed inwardly, "The scourge of dumping the king, harming others and himself!"

Jing Ao was about to order water to disperse the dust, when suddenly, a sharp cold wind came from behind, he looked back and was startled.

"Where is Qingjun?" Qiongying came silently like a ghost.

"Wuxin and the others have already gone down to look for it, no need..." Worrying, before Jing Ao finished speaking, Qiongying disappeared in a flash before his eyes.

"What happened to Qingjun?" Seeing that the situation seemed to be bad, Feng Feili felt a little remorseful, and should not have gone up the mountain this morning.

"It's just dust, Qingjun is fine." Jing Ao said helplessly, Qingjun is really an ancestor, so he has to confess.

"Brother, I'll leave this to you, I'll go down and have a look." After saying that, Jing Hao jumped off the tower before Jing Ao agreed.

Jing Ao cursed again in his heart, and immediately ordered to sprinkle water to disperse the dust.