Adorable and Adorable Ghosts Chapter 178: : Division
Pang Qinglin will never forget the **** scene that happened on Shennv Peak. What's more, I can't forget the scene where Mourning sent people to hunt them down and kill their true spirits in every life.
For so many years, almost all the people who escaped the catastrophe by chance have died in the hands of Mourning, although they also made a counterattack, so that every person sent by Mourning died unexpectedly . But that was paid for with a lot of sacrifices. With blood, with life, with various schemes, to bully the few with more, they can be worthy of killing them. As for the group of disgusting ghosts, they were just toys created by Mourning and others to restrain them and control their tracks.
She didn't understand why Su Li would be willing to degenerate, fighting with those so-called toys in every life. Training? With the talents and resources of people from the lower realms, what kind of soldiers are trained? In the blink of an eye, after the Chinese New Year, Yin Yang Du gave up everything he had, but less than 30,000 people were selected from these people to serve as reserves to teach the method of spiritual cultivation. There is no one who is truly successful in cultivation and ready to fight!
In front of Mourning, they are like those toy annoyances, vulnerable.
But even so, if they can condense into a large formation and fight against the enemy together, it can still play a certain role in containment. As the battle reports came one after another, Pang Qinglin sat down on the chair directly and said nothing for a long time.
Now, it's all ruined.
Thirty-two people were killed by Su Yu, and one-third of the team, which was already less than a hundred people, was suddenly reduced by one-third, which meant the destruction of a formation.
The teams that went to stop the Ghoul suffered casualties. This means that all formation arrangements are destroyed in an instant! Reorganize the formation and train around the clock? Impossible!
The teams selected in each life have made extremely detailed adjustments in terms of the fit of the formations. Otherwise, with their ants-like strength, how could they shake such a big tree like God and Man? If ten people are injured, the formation will be damaged, if twenty people are injured, the entire formation will be useless!
Looking at the battle report in front of her, she clenched her teeth. She never thought that the casualties of all the teams would exceed her expectations.
In this life, what should they use to resist Mourning's attack?
Pang Qinglin clenched her fists tightly, hatred surging in her heart. She can tolerate failure, but she can never tolerate failure in front of Mourning.
She caressed her neck, which was smooth and smooth to the touch. But she will never forget that Mourning chopped off her head with a single knife, bound her soul inside, and then carried her around the entire scene of Goddess Peak. The hatred lingers in my heart for a long time.
This villain! Even if she died, she would never let him leave the land of Yangjian alive.
Pang Qinglin tightly closed her eyes, her whole figure gradually faded, and disappeared into the office of the intelligence department. When it appeared again, it was already beside Ye Manshan.
She showed no sign of herself. He just peeked at this goddess who was once revered incomparably, and his eyes were wet with tears. She is still as beautiful as before. Although her temperament is different, she can vaguely see the shadow of that year in her frown and smile.
"Sister, Qinglin is going to avenge you now! Avenge the hundreds of people in Goddess Peak!"
Ye Manshan seemed to have sensed something, but when she turned her head, she didn't find anything.
"What's wrong?"
Looking at Ye Manshan who was turning her head around, Lu Yao asked curiously.
"It's okay, it may be my illusion! I always feel that someone is calling me."
"I think it's your man's thoughts that have been conveyed to you through the infinite night sky, calling you to go home and have dinner!"
Ye Manshan ignored her, but looked in the direction where Pang Qinglin disappeared, suddenly feeling empty inside.
Pang Qinglin is the only one among the Yin and Yang crossings whose true spirit is relatively well preserved. Although she was still able to cultivate in these years, but relying on her soul cultivation, it was twice the result with half the effort.
She knew that she would not be Mourning's opponent, but her side had no means at all. No matter what, she had to cut off Mourning's minions in order to bring the two sides back to the same starting line.
The night wind was chilly and mixed with the fallen leaves on the ground, hitting pedestrians in the face. Pedestrians who had left orders quickened their pace to go home.
The broken street lamp made a hissing sound, flickering on and off.
Pang Qinglin stood under the street lamp, looked up at the Yinyangdu branch in front of her, and walked in slowly.
The shattered glass exploded on the ground and shattered into countless tiny particles. The porch, where people used to come and go, was completely quiet at this moment, not even a soul body.
Moonlight quietly fell, and sprinkled on the ground through the window, reflecting a little bit of scarlet.
In the depths of the department room, the wanton roar and laughter of a man loomed. But Pang Qinglin just walked silently, without making a sound or releasing a single wave.
Where they exist, don't ever hope that there will be people alive.
God man, an existence standing on the pinnacle of the world. Practitioners in the God Realm, if nothing else happens, are immortal existences. But this group of beings who claim to be immortal, aloof from the world, and aloof from the world, are so dirty in private that even a mortal in their mouths would be dumbfounded.
Pang Qinglin finally came to the concealed door. I saw the neatly arranged corpses in the hall. A man was roaring with excitement, clutching the whip in his hand, and lashing hard at the long-dead body.
The corpse flew up, was caught in the whip, and fell to the ground hard.
Blood spurted and smeared the floor of the hall.
The man's naked body was covered with dazzling bright red.
Pang Qinglin always thought that she was the same as them, ignoring ordinary people in her bones. But when she saw the scene in front of her, no matter how much she restrained the rising anger, she couldn't suppress it.
The exposure of Yinyangdu branch is reasonable. But the death of one of them was beyond Pang Qinglin's expectation. The order to retreat was issued early in the morning, but this group of people still stayed at their posts until they all died here.
Her heart was bleeding, and her fists were trembling.
Chang Hua, Mourning's servant. I like to torture corpses!
She floated over like a phantom, and the sharp nails on her hand shot out, piercing the divine power shield rising from Chang Hua's body. broke his heart.
Chang Hua grabbed the ghost claw that pierced the heart, and slapped it out of the body with force. Looking at the woman with disheveled hair and bleeding tears in front of her, Yin Cece laughed.
"It turns out to be Headmaster Pang! I have admired you for a long time! I, Chang Hua, have longed for you for a long time!"
"I don't know if you still have an impression of me. But I still have a fresh memory of you! After all, even I don't get many opportunities to play with the corpse of a god-man in the peak state. Back then, your corpse made me happy for a long time!"
He raised his eyes to look at Pang Qinglin in front of him, with a set of scarlet teeth in his grinning mouth, which made people shudder.
Pang Qinglin narrowed her eyes and looked at the corpse on the ground. Sure enough, each corpse had a bright red tooth mark on its shoulder. This disgusting man, after so many years, still likes to put his own mark on the corpse!
"Look at these pathetic mortals! All of them can't even beg for mercy. On the contrary, they are all hard bones! How much fun will this make me less! But don't say it, if they don't clamor Someone took revenge for them, and I really left after killing someone. Now it seems that it is thanks to me staying that I did not miss the master."
Chang Hua looked at Pang Qinglin with disheveled hair, and a strange frenzy shot out of his eyes.
Yes! This is what it looks like! That's what she looked like when she died!