Chapter 327: Soul returns, the Great Sage's phantom, Han Zhen dies!
A series of hideous roars sounded from behind the chaotic battlefield, as if they had resounded from ancient times to the present.
Dozens of terrifying disaster beasts crossed the battlefield, most of which were great monsters, and there were even a few monster kings!
The nine-headed bird was surrounded by black clouds, and between the flapping of its wings, one could vaguely hear the howling of the wind and the groaning of wronged souls; the earth veins were shaking, and the land was rolling back, as if a great monster was traveling underground; the strong winds raised boundless hurricanes, ravaging the battlefield...
"Hahaha, that kid is mine!"
"These human races are so weak that they can't even wear out this little bit of willpower. We still have to rely on them."
"Leave me a bite of flesh and blood, I want to taste his fire-refined golden body, is it crunchy when chewed!"
The high-quality existences among these disaster beasts are all capable of wreaking havoc on one side, destroying cities and countries.
At this time, they surged forward, making no distinction between friend and foe wherever they passed. Any existence in their path was crushed by them.
The arrival of this "reinforcement force" was the first painful price paid by the enemy.
It was a doomsday scene.
Even the Qingmu defenders on the city wall couldn't help but look at each other, seeing the hesitation in each other's eyes.
"If the first disaster beast attacked the city like this, would we... have been crushed?"
"Young Master Li and Commander Qu, are you going to break through such a siege?"
"I just shot an arrow, and that arrow could even penetrate bluestone, but before it hit the strong wind, it was blown like a piece of dry grass by the wind..."
"Can we still... win?"
High-quality disaster beasts seem to have a natural deterrent to the human race.
This is the reason and result that they have been above all living beings and worshipped as gods for many years.
Once they appear, they symbolize a great disaster.
They are the source of disasters and the embodiment of fear.
You should know that many of the Qingmu defenders were recruited locally, and the fear of disaster beasts is engraved in their bones.
"Young Master Li is still fighting in the battle, what are you saying behind his back?!"
Wu Lang had several missing teeth, his mouth was full of blood, and his words were leaking.
He glanced around, making some soldiers who were afraid lower their heads, preventing the spread of panic.
"There is always a way out."
"I haven't run away yet, what are you afraid of?!"
Huang Donglai appeared on the wall in a dusty state. He had just pondered for a long time. If it were Brother Li, what would he do now?
"If the Thunderbolt Fire Pill is tied to a crossbow and shot."
"Even if the crossbow can't hurt the enemy, the explosion can always play a role."
After Huang Donglai finished speaking, Wu Lang's eyes lit up.
But they searched for a long time.
Hmm?
Where are the remaining Thunderbolt Fire Pills?
......
"Young Master Li, just keep moving forward."
Qu Sheng rode on the snow-stepping white dragon, and the breath of the exterior began to emanate from his body.
The interior can form a field.
And the exterior can truly release the scene in the heart and affect the world.
Li Mo looked at him in a daze, and he saw Qu Sheng, who was talking, with his wildly dancing black hair suddenly dyed with frost.
"Who says that a general who has achieved success will not remember the names of the dead bones?"
"I remember..."
Qu Sheng remembered every dead comrade.
He was born in a poor family and joined the army very early. At first, he was a child soldier. What he did on the battlefield was to collect corpses and clean up the battlefield.
This was actually a good job. He secretly hid some of the things he took off the corpses. As long as the sergeant received filial piety, he would turn a blind eye.
But it was probably bad luck.
Many times when he picked up corpses, he encountered people who were not dead yet.
As a result, he learned the secrets of many people's dying, and his realm improved by leaps and bounds. Because he knew the reasons why many people died on the battlefield, he really struggled on the battlefield and survived.
He remembered many people's names.
Many of those names were not even on the list of dead.
He also heard a sentence countless times:
"Take my share and live together."
Later, Qu Wazi became Qu Wuchang, Qu Shichang, Qu Yingchang...
He looked at the gods, and everything came naturally.
The dying gifts of his comrades made today's Qingmu the great commander.
One, dozens, hundreds, thousands... The sound of horse hooves changed from sparse to like a storm. Qu Sheng, who had lost his troops, had thousands of troops behind him again.
Those who had long passed away turned into bloody fighting spirits and stood behind him again.
Soul, come back!
This is his exterior scene.
"Today I will die with you all, which will make up for my biggest regret in life!"
"How about we go to the underworld together?!"
Qingmu led Qu Sheng and received more than 50,000 war spirits and armor.
He is a god general of the time!
The war spirit torrent swept across the battlefield, and the dead followed them to take off their armor and command, and collided with the tide of disaster beasts.
The disaster beasts were ferocious, but the war spirits had already died, how could they be described as fearless?
They even carried the Thunderbolt Fire Pill!
When their bodies were about to collapse, they would pounce on the disaster beasts and detonate themselves!
For a while, the momentum of those high-quality disaster beasts was actually dragged down.
"Commander..."
Li Mo rode on the cloud horse.
Silently, he changed his hand to a hammer that was exactly the same as before, and no one had noticed.
Ten thousand enemies can accept hundreds of weapons and armor.
What if the power of the world is added?
The power of the world today is no longer the same as it was before. With the enhancement of his realm, it can no longer be called a world seed, but a newly born small world.
He has not yet reached the inner scene, so he cannot project it out.
However, just using its power is already a mighty force.
Li Mo said nothing, bearing these two forces. Even his strong body showed signs of being overwhelmed.
He only had one goal in mind at this time.
"Han Zhen!"
A disaster beast monster that blocked the front and had no time to avoid it was smashed alive.
The glazed golden light on his body disappeared, and he broke through the blood mist.
At this moment, all the totems around him were dimmed by the shadow above his head.
The battlefield was silent.
There was suddenly no space in front of him, because no enemy dared to stand in front of him. This aura alone was enough to scare those so-called warriors.
God?
Gods can die too.
When the god who controlled the omnipotent and natural disasters in their eyes was blocked and killed, their faith collapsed.
I don't know who started to escape first.
But then it caused a chain reaction and the army was defeated.
"I didn't expect... you could really get to me."
"What kind of power is this..."
Han Zhen also felt a tingling sensation on his scalp at this moment. He was panicked for a while and couldn't even maintain the dignity of a state teacher.
But he knew that he couldn't escape.
Escape would only make him die faster.
"But the blood sacrifice is not enough..."
The blood-red arm opened its palm mouth strangely, squirming uncontrollably, and bit Han Zhen's abdomen.
Han Zhen's face turned pale.
One of his internal organs was swallowed.
He formed an ancient handprint, and the bronze sacred tree behind him continued to collapse and disappear, and a blood shadow emerged from it.
Han Zhen held his arms in the air, with a sickly fanatical smile on his face:
"The Blood God gave me eternal life, what can you use to kill me?!"
"I am the Great Shang State Master! And you... a guard of the imperial mausoleum..."
The terrifying and ancient aura descended.
Thousands of blood colors gradually enveloped Han Zhen.
It seemed that something was coming with his help.
In the dark, there was a gaze staring at Li Mo, with infinite malice and greed.
"Great Shang State Master?"
Li Mo looked straight at the one who seemed to think he was the master of heaven and earth, who once controlled the avenue and was above everyone else.
He spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva.
"Fuck you!"
Boom boom——
The Panjie Meteorite Hammer made an excited roar, and the hammer treasure could finally hammer something to its heart's content, like a vortex, swallowing all the power without rejection.
"Die!"
Han Zhen faced the hammer head-on, and every inch of his skin was peeling off, revealing the flesh and blood underneath.
He no longer had the space to perform any secret techniques.
Similarly.
Li Mo could no longer use the invulnerable and indestructible glazed golden light for a short time!
"As long as you can withstand this hammer..."
The blood shadow behind Han Zhen roared restlessly.
The strong and abnormal arm swallowed up the boundless blood and energy, and strangely broke away from Han Zhen's shoulder, growing endlessly.
Then it turned into layers of flesh cocoons, wrapping him layer by layer.
Li Mo would not stop, and it was impossible to stop.
Eighty arrived as expected!
Why are the stars getting closer?
No, it's not the stars that are getting closer.
It's the sky that fell down!
The sky turned over the hammer!
The power of the military formation, the Qitian Douzhan Secret, the seven Xuandan, the power of the world... are all condensed on this hammer at this time.
Boom——
The flesh and blood cocoon was wiped out in an instant, and Han Zhen, who was wrapped in it, was shaken out alive. In mid-air, he still had an unbelievable look.
Li Mo was in a trance, and the divine will behind him overlapped and covered him.
The shadow of the Blood God behind Han Zhen was like dew in the morning sun, and it evaporated.
"Blood Phoenix Spirit... Ancestral Spirit... Blood God... Save me!"
Han Zhen's fear was meaningless.
His ambition to restore the country was not firm. He only had the ambition to make a comeback in the name of restoring the country, but now it was all turned into nothingness under this hammer.
The air on the battlefield seemed to solidify.
Han Zhen.
Die!
Li Mo saw the other party dissipate.
Finally, he couldn't stop the blackness in front of his eyes, and reluctantly took back the hammer treasure, but he didn't dare to let go of the breath in his heart.
He completed the feat of taking the head of thousands of troops.
But he was still in the army.
There were wolves around.
But now, Xiao Li could only barely stand, and couldn't even move a finger, let alone summon the somersault cloud.
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PS: I could have updated earlier, but last time a viewer complained that it was stuck at a critical point, so this time I stayed up all night to finish writing this section.
My liver hurts, please charge my battery.
