There are too many female protagonists with deceased husbands in the Qin Dynasty's Past Books.

The hair ornament instantly transformed into a blazing flaming spear, which flew out of her hand and was thrown towards Wuji, intending to pierce his body and pin him to the ground.

But the priest simply waved his hand casually and easily blocked the fierce attack.

Facing Yan Lingji, whose face was gradually turning pale from exhaustion, he slowly shook his head: "You want to use what I taught you to deal with me?"

"Too naive."

With a wave of his hand, the sea of ​​fire immediately parted to create a path that led straight to where Yan Lingji was standing, allowing the Nine Nether Barbarian Guards to rush forward without hindrance.

One after another, fierce and valiant figures rushed forward.

However, it was not the Nine Nether Barbarian Guards who rushed forward first.

Instead, it was a massive, imposing figure that stood on the earth like a city wall, like a guardian seated by a god, and ruthlessly smashed the opponent into a bloody pulp.

"Enemy, attack!"

Chapter 84 overlooked an important combat force

The Nine Nether Barbarian Guards, directly managed and carefully trained by the royal family, are all seasoned veterans.

Even looking at the entire martial arts world, he is by no means an unknown figure.

Each of them is only at a second-rate level.

Furthermore, with their various innate Gu worms, these Nine Nether Barbarian Guards can unleash even greater combat power. Combined, they are a force that cannot be easily ignored.

The sudden appearance of Yan Lingji caught them completely off guard.

Apart from a few who were caught off guard and brutally killed, the remaining Nine Nether Barbarian Guards quickly regrouped and adopted a defensive posture in the face of the raging and roaring sea of ​​fire.

Even though they dared not make any rash moves, they did not flee in panic.

They adopted a defensive posture that minimized damage, resisting the aftershocks of the still-raging inferno.

Upon seeing that the shaman had created an opportunity, the Nine Nether Barbarian Guards who had been temporarily avoiding the attack immediately sprang into action, their eyes flashing with a savage, ferocious light, and charged towards Yan Lingji in the center of the group.

Even with his severely injured body, he would still rush over.

They looked like they couldn't wait to rush to the cafeteria after the bell rang, afraid of being even a little too slow and missing out.

Yan Lingji didn't move. Her face was pale, and her breathing gradually became heavy.

The shaman's judgment was entirely correct; the heavenly fire punishment that had just descended from the sky was a move that Yan Lingji had been preparing for a long time.

It also involved the power of faith accumulated over many years.

The exertion was too great, and I won't be able to recover for a while.

But Yan Lingji remained calm and composed, unmoved by the numerous Nine Nether Barbarian Guards approaching her, her gaze still fixed on the priest not far away.

Bang!

A muffled thud was heard.

The Nine Nether Barbarian Guards at the forefront had just begun to grin maliciously when their large, dust- and blood-stained hands reached forward, attempting to seize Yan Lingji's fair and flawless long neck.

But before it could succeed, a huge hand pressed down on the guy's forehead.

With a single leap, Wushuang Gui darted from a great distance, his feet landing with a thud that shook the ground slightly. He then reached out and grabbed the head of the Nine Nether Barbarian Guard.

"Enemy, die!"

He lifted the other person up as easily as catching a basketball.

These Nine Nether Barbarian Guards were all eight feet tall, which would definitely be considered burly men in this era, but when they stood in front of Wushuang Gui, they still looked like immature children.

The Nine Nether Barbarian Guards struggled instinctively, but they couldn't do anything to harm the Peerless Ghost.

"Click~"

A crisp cracking sound rang out, and the ferocious expression on the Nine Nether Barbarian Guard's face froze completely, leaving him looking utterly miserable.

His bloodshot eyes bulged out, the wide pupils almost popping out of their sockets at any moment. Blood gushed from his seven orifices.

The skull was crushed.

The manner of their deaths was so gruesome that even the Nine Nether Barbarian Guards, who were accustomed to brutality, couldn't help but turn pale.

The seemingly inevitable charge faltered slightly.

But Wushuang Gui showed no intention of holding back. He grabbed the man whose skull was shattered and used him as a weapon, swinging him around and smashing him at the people around him.

That was truly a case of "the hand moves and the person falls."

Amidst the clanging of well-trained, strong muscles, blood splattered and brains flew everywhere.

Before long, only half a severed limb remained in Wushuang Gui's hand.

But that doesn't matter, those humanoid weapons that are essentially consumables are everywhere on this battlefield.

For a time, it was truly like a tiger among sheep, unmatched in its dominance.

Even the legendary and unparalleled Dian Wei was no more than this in terms of combat prowess.

The shaman frowned, sensing a slight surprise.

Wushuang Gui was born with a physique different from ordinary people, a fact known to many in the village. The shaman had also taken note of Yanling Ji's childhood playmate and felt that he had a considerable understanding of this big guy.

But now they realize that their intelligence is somewhat outdated.

Dull-witted, clumsy, and lacking in comprehension.

This was the shaman's main impression of the Peerless Ghost. It was precisely because the other party's talent in witchcraft was truly appalling that the shaman had not paid much attention to him in recent years.

Aside from Yan Lingji, their main attention was drawn to Jiang Mo.

Originally, special talents like Wushuang Gui, who are suited to shine on the battlefield, should have been valued more by the village chief.

However, because he was close to Yan Lingji, he didn't bother with Wushuang Gui.

Even if you wanted to recruit the other party as an undercover agent, given the intelligence shown by Wushuang Gui, the difficulty would be comparable to defying fate.

Everyone knows that Wushuang Gui is very powerful.

However, no one has a concrete idea of ​​just how strong it is.

Even when the village was under lockdown, the fact that the other party had single-handedly broken out was subconsciously attributed to Jiang Mo attracting most of the people's attention, thus creating an opportunity for Wushuang Gui.

There was nothing they could do; Jiang Mo's behavior was simply too eye-catching.

In contrast, the peerless ghost, which should also be of great interest, is like a star that appears alongside the bright moon, its brilliance inevitably overshadowed.

Even to the point of being ignored.

This wasn't something Jiang Mo or Yan Lingji did intentionally, but objectively speaking, it did bring some advantages to the current situation.

With sheer brute force, he destroyed all opponents who dared to approach Yan Ling Ji.

When the Peerless Ghost began his rampage without restraint, the Priest realized that he had seriously underestimated the opponent's strength, and his brows furrowed involuntarily.

There are multiple purposes behind imprisoning Jiang Mo in the Nine Netherworld.

Luring Yan Lingji to rescue the person and then capturing her was also part of the plan. The priest thought the opponent had no help, and even though she had come charging in with only courage and anger, the priest believed he could handle her with his own methods.

As long as the opponent can be temporarily suppressed in terms of fire control, the Nine Nether Barbarian Guards next to her can easily subdue and capture Yan Lingji.

Judging from what just happened, the priest did not miscalculate Yan Lingji's strength.

Even though the way the opponent appeared brought great "surprise" to the priest, it could not change the fact that his own level was insufficient.

After the fight, Yan Lingji was still suppressed by the witch priest.

But Wushuang Gui, who had been overlooked before, suddenly went on a killing spree, protecting Yan Ling Ji with unparalleled bravery.

No, we have to find a way to control that guy.

The shaman, whose mind was still clear, had no intention of competing with the unparalleled ghost in brute force. He was about to use his skills to temporarily trap the ghost with a flick of his wrist.

Once we take down Yan Lingji, what is this big, dumb guy with nothing but brute strength?

With a little trickery, it would be easy to trick them into walking into the Netherworld and risking their lives.

But Yan Lingji seemed to have anticipated the witch priest's actions. Just as he locked his gaze on Wushuang Gui and was about to control him, light blue eyes suddenly entered his field of vision.

His gaze was like water rippling with waves.

The thoughts in his mind were in turmoil, and it was as if sparks were igniting deep in his eyes, making people unable to resist flying towards them like moths to a flame.

"Tsk, those old geezers are just unreliable!"

The village chief, who had been avoiding battle for a long time, couldn't help but make a disgusted sound when he saw the shaman suddenly become dumbfounded. Even if he wanted to hold back his strength, he couldn't sit still any longer.

If he waits any longer, he'll be the next one to have his head crushed by the Peerless Ghost.

A huge, red poisonous bee flew out of his hand, soaring into the sky like a shooting star, exploding into a bright flash in the night sky.

They really do come from the same village.

Despite his disdain for the belief in the primordial fire, the village chief still learned quite a few practical techniques related to fire magic.

That's really true.

The signal for the bursting of poisonous bees has appeared; the executioners are coming to meet us.

The ambush is activated; the entire army is on the offensive!

Chapter 85 People like you will never understand

flame.

It is burning quietly.

She was so far away from me, so far that even if I tried my best to reach out and touch her, I could never reach her.

It felt as distant as a dream.

Yet a warm feeling still welled up in his heart, making Jiang Mo unable to resist wanting to get closer, wanting to instinctively absorb that warmth that life thirsts for.

So he took a step.

It chased after the distant firelight, its four scale-covered legs pounding out dense drumbeats on the barren earth.

The tattered wings hanging down behind him fluttered slightly.