"Second uncle, I still remember when I was in Chang'an, I said I would treat you to a nice drink."

"Here's the good wine."

Zhong Sheng knelt in front of the grave, pouring a silver line from his wine gourd to the ground, and the aroma of wine was fragrant.

This is the monkey wine brought from Zhongnan Mountain. Even he is reluctant to drink it after one sip or one sip.

The aroma of wine rises, and the monk smells that greedy insects are eager to move, and his throat is rumbling.

"The fragrance is so fragrant, what a peerless wine this is."

Some people murmured in a low voice that they had never smelled such good wine in their lives.

Could it be the beautiful lady in the sky?

Just now, everyone saw Zhong Sheng's ferocious power in tearing up ghosts, but they didn't dare to come forward to ask.

"Xiaosheng, don't be too sad."

Du Ping stepped forward to persuade.

Zhong Sheng nodded, and his second uncle's body was laid to rest. Next, it was time for his sister-in-law's marriage.

In a gloomy world, the sun and moon are missing from the sky, and large vortexes of gray gas are swirling and flowing.

There is no green at all on the ground, only dead gray grass and thorns, criss-crossing and growing like sharp claws.

There is no pebbled soil on the ground, and as far as the eye can see, there is endless sand.

These sands seem to have been sucked out of all nutrients and moisture, and even their color has disappeared, spreading grayly into the distance.

The wind blew up the sand, revealing half-buried skulls and bones.

"Kill!"

A flag rose on the horizon, and countless soldiers emerged, wearing rotten armor and holding various long and short weapons.

"Call!"

The whole body of the war horse was rotten, the rotten flesh fell off, and the eye sockets exposed the bones.

The tall knight, holding a long statue, waved towards the opposite side, "Kill!"

The soldiers rushed forward like a tide. In front of them was the battlefield where the elk battle was raging, and they rushed to join in.

Zhong Kui is wearing a red robe, followed by seven or eight ghosts, some holding seals, some holding swords, some holding fans, or carrying gourds.

The battle line has been compressed around him. Although the brave and skilled ghost generals fought hard, the opponent is actually outnumbered.

Fresh troops joined the battlefield one after another, constantly bombarding Zhong Kui's army.

The battle formation is like dough, almost hit hard, constantly changing shape, and there are vague signs of spreading.

"What a desolate ghost king, he used all the furniture at the bottom of the box!"

Zhong Kui scanned briefly and found that at least five or six ghost kings from other places had borrowed troops to participate.

He is a newcomer in the underworld. His roots are not as deep as the Wild Ghost King Tree, and his power is deep, so he will suffer a lot in a fight.

It is said that the ten ghost generals under the command of the Huanggui King were just killed and were in pieces, but they were replenished in an instant.

At present, there are thirty or forty ghost generals from both sides joining the battlefield, as well as countless ghost captains.

"Huh?"

Zhong Kui suddenly saw that the general who had just entered the battlefield was actually a ghost.

"A lot of money has been spent."

Zhong Kui raised the statue and mounted his horse, and the seven or eight ghosts followed him, rushing across the battlefield in the blink of an eye, heading straight towards the ghost general to kill

"Haha, little Zhong Kui, you don't have anyone under your command, so you have to go out in person?"

The Wild Ghost King was sitting on a huge chariot, slapping the armrests and laughing loudly, pointing in the direction of the bell, "Pile over and kill him."

The ghost turned around, his eyes fell out of his sockets, and his muscles swayed twice, and he saw Zhong Kui coming towards him.

"Hehe."

The two long branches intersected at one point, and the huge force of the collision was transmitted to Zhong Kui and the ghost general.

Call!

The two dismounted their horses and roared loudly one after another. They were shocked to death on the spot and fell to the ground.

After Zhongdao landed, he threw away the long sculpture, stretched out his hand, and the sword-catching kid stepped forward.

The ghost general was holding a long spear, which was difficult to use on land, so he came to him with a sword and was hit four or five times.

The frenetic swordsmanship in one hand can frighten ghosts and gods.

Swish, brush, brush!

Black energy filled the air, and the wounds on the ghost general's body quickly healed.

It should be noted that with Zhong Kui’s conduct, even among ghost heroes, his qualifications are far from enough!

"Dong dong dong!"

War drums kept beating, and ghost soldiers from all directions rushed up, all under the ghost generals. Arrows fell sporadicly, and there were rows of spears and spears, taking turns to stab Zhong Kui.

"Hoo!"

One after another, ghost captains collided with each other on horseback, and a long spear shot through the air.

In the blink of an eye, Zhong Kui fell into a precarious predicament

The generals around you are fighting less and less, and the enemies are becoming more and more numerous, killing them endlessly.

"Zhongdao, you will definitely die today."

The Wild Ghost King laughed loudly, his voice full of pride.

"I won't kill you in a hurry. I'll wait until you become a prisoner before going to snatch the bride and let you watch me marry your sister with your own eyes."

He thought he was sure of victory, and with the army surrounding him, there was no chance for Zhong Kui to make a comeback.

Zhong Dao remained silent, raised his sword and jumped up, killing a ghost captain off his horse.

The next moment, in the gray Cang Palace, a vortex cracked and a golden light fell.

The golden light seemed to have eyes. It passed through the chaotic battlefield and landed directly on Zhongdao.

"What?"

The Desolate Ghost King almost couldn't stand still. This was obviously a grand burial after death, and the rise of evil virtue.

"Those losers failed to prevent Zhong Kui's body from being buried."

"This is bad."

He specially sent ghosts to disturb Zhong Kui's burial, in an attempt to destroy his auspicious treasure hole.

Unexpectedly, things went wrong.

At this critical moment, the impact of the funeral was fed back to the underworld, which was equivalent to a final kick and directly brought great help to Zhong Kui.

"Hahaha, good wine."

A stream of sweet spring fell from the sky, and Zhong Kui opened his mouth to drink. It turned out to be the most delicious wine he had ever seen.

The monkey wine offered by Zhong Sheng arrived at the critical moment.

"Good nephew, you still understand my second uncle."

After Zhong Kui drank the monkey wine, his long sword suddenly emitted a light of three feet. When he swung it, all the knights fell on their backs.

Swish, brush, brush!

The army of ghost soldiers of the Desolate Ghost King fell down like wheat and disappeared into thin air one after another.

The ghost changed his horse, held up the statue, and ran towards it.

The ghosts and horses merged into one, and rushed to Zhongdao. They had already finished accumulating their momentum, and their heads were filled with earth-shattering power.

"Well done."

Zhongdao took a round fan that was half the height of a man and violently fanned the sand all over the ground. The horses were frightened and stood up, kicking their front hooves wildly.

"Medium."

He charged forward and turned into a stream of light. The long sword pierced the horse's belly and came out from the horse's back, nailing the ghost general with him.

Pat.

The ghost will go straight from the crotch to the chest and abdomen, be cut by the long sword, split apart, and dissipate into smoke.

"Desolate Ghost King, why don't you come and die soon?"

Seeing this, the morale of Zhong Kui's generals increased greatly, and they in turn broke up the enemy's formation, showing a retreat.

The Wild Ghost King was so angry that he grabbed the ghost soldier driving the car and tore him in half in the air.

"Retreat quickly, retreat quickly."

It's been like this every time, almost winning every time, but various accidents always happen, and I'm completely defeated.

Zhong Kui pointed at the enemy's defeated army and ordered, "Pursue while we are victorious."

He stood in the battlefield, the noise around him calmed down, and the shouts of killing faded away.

Zhong Dao looked above his head and sighed, "Brother Du Xian, Xiaosheng, thanks to you this time."

This turn of events was an unprecedented thrill, and he was on the verge of defeat several times.

If Du Ping hadn't brought his body back to his hometown, buried him in glory, and helped his moral character to soar when he was in danger, he would have died at the hands of the Wild Ghost King.

More importantly, the good wine Zhong Sheng brought him directly increased his combat effectiveness tenfold.
Chapter completed!