The big flag in the cavalry suddenly led forward.

Suddenly, there was a more yin and cold breath.

Suddenly, it swept from top to bottom.

The breath is like the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month, coming in an instant.

Not only that, a terrifying pressure fell from the sky.

In an instant, all the ghosts present crawled and trembled.

Even Nanchen and others felt their heartbeats accelerated and fear instinctively appeared.

At the same time, on the top of the hillside.

Suddenly, neat footsteps came.

"Tread, step, step..."

Immediately afterwards, black figures holding warriors suddenly emerged from the other side of the hillside.

Then, he crossed the hill and walked down toward the hillside continuously.

In a blink of an eye, a series of neatly crafted soldiers appeared on the entire hill.

All of these soldiers held war swords and had a serious military appearance.

I was climbing over the hill step by step and walking towards this side.

Seeing this, Nanchen only felt a gust of cold air rushing up.

And in an instant, an incredible look appeared.

This, this, this, this is the army?

Ancient military formations?

But in this era, aren’t guns and cannons used? Then, war swords?

"How come there are troops here?"

Qiu Sheng spoke hesitantly.

"Not that, the Qing Dynasty is going to restore the throne, right?"

Wencai also hesitated and asked.

Just as the three of them hesitated.

The wandering ghosts around him suddenly went crazy at this time.

Everyone showed horror on their faces and screamed:

"Ah! Ah!"

"Hurry, run away!"

"Ah, ah..."

These sounds come one after another, as if they have encountered a nightmare.

The ghosts of the coffin mountain who had just besieged Nan Chen and three others.

At this time, he fled out frantically, as if he had seen a beast in prehistoric world.

Nanchen looked at these scenes in shock, then looked back at the climbing hillside.

There was a "buzzing" sound in my mind.

A look of horror appeared on his face.
Chapter completed!