Break the situation and enter the ghost mist

At the entrance of the canyon, there was silence on the sand village.

The five Wuhou and other Wuzuns are all thinking hard about countermeasures, thinking about how to break the situation of the ghost fog in the canyon in front of them.

"Alas, if any one of the thirteen Martial Kings of Canglan Kingdom takes action, destroying the Ghost Lord of this canyon is just a matter of flipping a finger. There is no need to go to such trouble. There are only 30,000 troops, but they dare not fight in. "

Pan Dahai looked at the ghostly fog ahead and sighed slightly.

"Don't think about it. Of the thirteen great martial kings of Canglan Kingdom, five have gone to the front lines of the Zixuan Dynasty to prepare for the Millennium War, two are training in the Shenwu Continent, and the other three are preparing for the Zixuan Dynasty's imperial examination. Those who stay in the country There are only three Martial Kings, but one of them is stationed in the Lieri Mountains on the border to guard against the Wolf King and the Wolf Bandits, one is stationed in the sea to guard against the Sea Beast Clan, and the other is stationed in the sea and the country cannot leave. None of the Martial Kings can be mobilized. Attacks like this Only the three surrounding counties can find a solution to the matter of killing the ghost princes in the desert. Not to mention King Wu, even the princes of Wu are short of manpower. They are either preparing for exams and wars, guarding various places, or being deployed to the front lines of the thousand-year war. Prepare for war."

Cao Hao shook his head, feeling very helpless.

Han Boqing and others nodded.

They, the feudal lords, are very aware of the current situation.

The national power of the Canglan Kingdom is actually quite strong. Among the eight hundred vassal states of the Zixuan Dynasty, it is not considered a weak vassal state.

It's just that now it happens that the thousand-year war between the four races of humans, beasts, ghosts and spirits in Shenwu Continent has begun.

The eight hundred vassal states of the Shenwu Dynasty are preparing for war intensively, deploying the troops of the major vassal states to be on guard against the Nanzhou Beast Tribe, Beizhou Spirit Tribe and Xizhou Ghost Tribe.

At this juncture, the manpower in Canglan is most tense. There are not many martial kings left in Canglan, and they all shoulder heavy responsibilities.

The Wuhou Palace Examination, which is held every ten years in the Canglan Kingdom, will also be held within the next two years. The group of Wuhou who are currently studying at the Imperial Academy in the capital cannot be sent over either.

The Wuhous of the Imperial Academy would definitely not think that annihilating the Ghost Hous in a remote place like the Xiayang Desert would be more important than their future in the palace examination.

At least after the palace examination in the second year of the Ming Dynasty, a group of Wuhou will be dispatched to various counties to alleviate the tight manpower situation of Wuhou in each county.

But that was also two years later. Water from afar cannot quench the thirst of the nearer.

A "ghost world" came to the Xia Yang Desert, and a powerful ghost prince was suddenly born, which came at the wrong time.

The Princess of Xia Yang, Han Boqing, suffered a defeat due to carelessness, killing two Wuhou and 10,000 troops of Xia Yang County, which caused the situation to become passive and the strength of the Desert Ghost Clan greatly increased.

The most troublesome thing is that before the three counties gathered 30,000 troops to go out again, no one expected that a large amount of ghost fog would appear in the canyon in the middle of the desert.

It took five Wuhou and an army of 30,000 soldiers for two months to arrive in the middle of the desert, only to find that they were helpless against this ghost mist.

The ghost mist in this canyon has become the key to reversing the victory or defeat of the armies of the three counties and the ghost army.

On the quiet sand village.

Suddenly a faint voice said: "There is a way, it may be feasible."

Princess Ling Jiaojiao was startled, raised her head in astonishment, looked in the direction of the sound, and found that it was Mark.

"Ye Fan, have you come up with a countermeasure?"

She couldn't help but get excited and her face turned red.

Based on her understanding of Ye Fan, Ye Fan has a cautious and low-key temperament and will not show up for no reason. But since he said he had a way, he must have really figured out a way.

The five Wuhou and all the Wuzuns also looked at Ye Fan in astonishment.

"Ye Fan, didn't you just say that it was impossible to break the ghost fog? Why did you suddenly change your words now and say that there is a way! You must know that there is no joke in the army, and you must be responsible for what you say."

Young Princess Li Hao's expression changed and she asked in a deep voice.

He is now very unhappy to see Ye Fan make any more clever tricks and meritorious services. If Ye Fan really made a great contribution, I'm afraid that this time he conquered the ghost clan's most powerful warrior, Ye Fan would definitely win it.

He, the young princess of Donglai County, is very shameless, and there will only be two Martial Spirit Awakening Pills left for other Martial Lords to fight for.

"It is true that the ghost mist cannot be cleaned. But I suddenly want to understand one thing, why do we have to clean it?

The biggest effect of this ghost fog is to obscure the field of vision, causing me to be in the light while the enemy is in the dark! The three ghost princes in the valley relied on this to hide themselves deep inside, waiting for us to rush in rashly. They look at our weaknesses and move at the right time.

Since we cannot clear away this ghost fog, let the ghost clan in the dark be exposed to the light. Then we might as well do the opposite - the enemy is in the dark, and we will hide in the dark together.

In this way, everyone is in the dark, which is fair. Although I dare not say that we will win, at least the ghost tribe will not be able to take advantage of us at all. "

Ye Fan said lightly.

The five Wuhou suddenly fell into deep thought.

Hundreds of martial lords were greatly astonished and started talking about it.

"Ye Fan's reverse idea... seems good!"

"If we are in the dark, we will definitely suffer a big loss. If everyone hides in the dark together, it will return to a fair competition. Our chance of winning is at least 60 to 70%! This is a good idea."

"But the crux of the matter is that we can't create a large area of 'human fog' to hide. How can we compare with the dozens of miles of ghost fog in this canyon!"

Many martial arts masters still raised new questions.

Li Hao was stunned for a while. He was originally worried that if Ye Fan came up with a clever plan and made another great contribution, then he might really not be able to catch up with Ye Fan's achievements.

Unexpectedly, Ye Fan just said an idea that could not be realized.

Li Hao couldn't help but relax, snorted coldly, and said with a smile: "Ye Fan, you really think too easily. A ghost fog covering dozens of miles is not something you can have. Even if it is possible. It's a ghost tribe. If it weren't for the ghost sage's 'ghost world' deep in the canyon, it would have been impossible for such a large area of ghost mist to be born in just two months! You said we were in the dark? Do you want to be in the dark? Will there be another mist in this canyon?! This is simply talking nonsense..."

Ye Fan looked at Li Hao like he was an idiot.

Since he mentioned this idea, he naturally has a specific method. Otherwise, why would he bother?

"No need to go to such trouble. I have seventeen pairs of 'ghost face' mysterious weapons here, which can isolate the internal and external breath. Once you put on this mysterious mask, no matter whether it is Wu Zun or Wu Hou, the outside world will not be able to detect you, and there will be no way to know who you are. Who is it? It only takes five Wuhou Lords and more than ten other people to wear these armors, which means that the five Wuhou Lords are hiding in the dark together. The ghost tribe has no way of knowing where the five Wuhou Lords are. That would be enough to make the three ghost princes in the canyon throw themselves into fear and be unable to attack!"

Ye Fan directly interrupted Li Hao's words, took out a whole stack of "ghost face" masks from the storage bag, and spoke out his thoughts completely.

These ghost-faced masks were the ghost-faced mystical weapons he had obtained when he, Cao Youwen, Mu Bing, Qin Yuer and others broke into the canyon underground palace, killed more than ten ghost worshipers, and rescued the prisoners.

He was thinking that these mysterious weapons might be of some use, so he kept them. Unexpectedly, two months later, it would actually come in handy.

"Is there such a good thing?"

The surrounding martial arts masters, including Ling Jiaojiao, Pan Yun, Zhao Ritian and others, all took over a pair of ghost masks and tried them on.

After putting it on, the inner and outer breaths were completely isolated, and there was no way to find out who the other party was.

Ling Jiaojiao couldn't help but have bright eyes and wonder in her heart. As expected of Ye Fan, even if he is just a Martial Lord, even if his strength is far less than that of Wuhou, he can still solve problems that even Wuhou is helpless with one move.

Li Hao's face was stunned. He found that Ye Fan's plan was feasible. He couldn't help but feel embarrassed. He hurriedly said: "Although wearing a mask can hide the enemy and ourselves, it is still too risky! I'm afraid the chance of winning is not more than 50% to 60%?"

However, no one paid attention to him.

Most people were shocked and overjoyed.

Pan Dahai took a pair of ghost masks and tried them on. His eyes lit up and he praised with great joy: "Good! It is indeed a wonderful idea! The ghost tribe has a large ghost fog that blocks our vision. We have more than ten ghost masks to confuse their ears and eyes." . When the enemy is hiding, I am also hiding. This is the same thing but the same thing! A small trick can completely bring back the bad situation!"

"Okay! This is the only feasible strategy!"

"There is no other better idea! Taking risks is also necessary. Do you still have an idea with a chance of winning more than 50%!"

All the martial princes were in great spirits.

"Ye Fan, please tell me carefully what you plan to do!"

"Please invite the five Lord Wuhou to come to the big tent and discuss it carefully!"

...

At the mouth of the canyon, inside the sand village.

In front of all the ghosts in the canyon, a huge tent was quickly set up, with five Wuhou and Ye Fan. Together with Ye Fan, he selected eleven Martial Lords from among the Martial Lords and entered the big tent together.

In the tent, Ye Fan quickly told his plan. Everyone was stunned, but quickly agreed to Ye Fan's strategy.

After a session of incense burning, seventeen people finished changing their clothes.

They all had a "ghost face" on their faces, wore the same large blue shirts, and were almost the same size. They walked out of the tent together.

One of the men in blue robes, with a very hoarse and low voice, said seriously to the three armies: "Now the whole army obeys the order! Seventeen of us are Wuhou, and can give orders to the whole army. Eight people will lead one hundred and fifty Wuzun. Charge into the ghost mist and strangle the ghost clan in the valley. The remaining nine people will lead 150 martial masters to sit in the sand village, command an army of 30,000, and block the entrance of the valley!"

Hundreds of Martial Lords were all stunned, completely unable to tell who these seventeen blue-robed ghost-faced men were, and which of them were the five real Lords of Wu. Not to mention the breath, even the body shape is almost the same.

Even the most conspicuous big wine gourd of Lord Cao Hao and Wuhou appeared twice at the same time, one on the back of two men in blue robes.

But no one can tell the truth from the false.

The ghost-faced man in blue robe who gave the order completely ignored the astonishment of the Martial Lords and quickly named one hundred and fifty Martial Lords from among their crowd.

"You guys come out!"

 "Set off!"

"Target, the ghost clan altar——!"

The leading ghost-faced man in blue robes roared, and he, the other seven ghost-faced men in blue robes, and one hundred and fifty warriors rushed into the ghost mist of the canyon, heading towards the underground palace.

...

In the canyon, deep in the ghost mist.

There were no orders from the tens of thousands of ghost soldiers. They were all dead silent and stayed where they were.

The three ghost princes looked at the sand village in the distance, their cold ghost faces filled with astonishment.

They suddenly discovered that the opponent that was clearly in the open, the opponent that they had complete control over, suddenly became impossible to figure out and difficult to attack.

"What's going on? Five Wuhou and more than ten human tribes entered the big tent together, but when they came out, they turned into seventeen identical men in blue robes, wearing ghost faces? They were disguised! Where are the five Wuhou originally? Are they the eight blue-robed men who came in, or the nine blue-robed men who stayed outside the valley?"

The Golden Crowned Ghost Marquis was shocked.

"If they want to kill us, they must send five Wuhou to attack together! So among the eight people who came in, there must be five Wuhou! And the men in blue robes among the 30,000 troops outside must be fake. We Attack immediately and destroy their 30,000-strong army and large group of martial masters! With their strength suddenly reduced by half, they will no longer be a match for our ghost clan!"

A white-robed ghost prince immediately shouted.

But another silver-robed ghost prince said: "But, what if this is a trap? The team they sent to fight into the ghost mist were actually all fake Wu Hou. And the five real Wu Hou were actually Just wait outside for us to fight our way out. Once we show up, they will definitely catch us and bite us to death! This time they are well prepared. They are Wuhou's peak martial arts cultivators, and they will definitely not be easy to deal with! Our chances of winning are very low."

The few remaining memories make it fear Cao Hao and other late-stage Wuhou realm masters.

"Are the eight blue-robed men who came in the real Marquis Wu, or are the nine blue-robed men at the mouth of the canyon real? Damn it! I can't judge their intentions at all!"

"Let's attack the incoming team and test their strength? Maybe we can see some clues!"

"Can we try this? As soon as we take action, our position will be exposed! Once we collide with the five Wuhou, they will definitely bite us and won't be able to get rid of us!"

"They are going very fast and are heading directly towards the underground palace! Their intention is probably to destroy the ghost clan's altar and destroy the 'ghost world'! ... What should we do? Find a way quickly!"

"Which team is the Marquis of Wu?"

"The nine blue-robed men outside are the real Marquis Wu, and the eight blue-robed men inside are fake! There are still 30,000 troops outside the canyon. How dare Wu Marquis ignore them and rush in directly? Wu Marquis must be outside , there's a trap outside."

"No! That's not right! They won't send more than a hundred Martial Lords to die! Only five real Martial Lords came in! These people are bait!"

The three ghost princes felt that their small and rigid brains were not enough. They fell into confusion and couldn't help but become mad and furious.

Once the judgment is wrong, it will be a disaster for them.

Top-notch masters like Cao Hao and Pan Dahai, who are among the top 20 Wuhou realm masters in the "Canglan Bright Moon Ranking", are definitely not easy to deal with for ordinary Wuhou. Plus the other three Wuhou, once they encounter them, they will definitely be enough to suppress them. The three ghost princes came to fight them.