Yang Sheng seemed to be very concerned about the altar. From the place where the altar was built, he rode his horse back and forth around the altar, followed by several lamas behind him. I recognized one of them, and he was the one who used it.

Use your mental energy to search for people who have searched for Chen Chengyi.

He had a very high status at that time, but at this time, he seemed to be the smallest follower, following several other lamas and then followed Yang Sheng together, circling around the altar while giving directions and saying something.

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It has nothing to do with everything tragic on the battlefield.

Yes, what do they have to care about? This group of people participating in hand-to-hand combat are just half-corpse people created by Yang Sheng. Even if the price is high, they can still be measured in terms of material.

Without a growth process, without hard work to water it, without emotional companionship along the way, it will only be a pity and not cherished, because these are the things that cannot be measured.

Yang Sheng's behavior was normal, but not like mine. When he saw blood spilled on the battlefield for every brave man who rushed forward, his heart would twitch.

The battle is still going on silently. If you are not in it, you can't understand the brutality of it. The warriors here, led by Uncle Hui, originally matched Yang Sheng's half-corpse elites in numbers, but they are at a disadvantage. After all, there are only a hundred people.

, corresponding to hundreds of half-dead people almost surrounding them.

As for these monsters, their sense of pain has almost disappeared. Their strong metabolism allows their injuries to heal extremely quickly. In addition, they are extremely powerful. If they collide with flesh and blood, there is no advantage at all.

What is the only support? It can only be the Tao that you stick to in your heart, and the endless courage generated by faith.

Each picture is like a freeze-frame, which is very similar to the slow motion in the movie. It makes people feel heartbroken and painful, but they cannot avoid it.

A bearded bodybuilder rushed over with blood all over his body. Four or five half-corpse men surrounded him in an instant, and fists fell on him like raindrops. He gritted his teeth and endured it, while blood slipped from the corner of his mouth.

But at this time, he refused to let go of the captured half-corpse man in his hand, holding on to the craziness of dying with him, and hit him with his head hard.

Not far from him, there was a relatively young monk. He fell to the ground, surrounded by seven or eight half-corpse men. Their feet kept falling on him. He grabbed one of the feet and

He pulled him to the ground, wrapped his body around him, and then raised his fists

My eyes don't know where to fall. The scenes are all like this. The heroism of risking one's life is like a silent and suppressed life struggle after one punch is thrown and there is no chance for the next punch.

I saw Uncle Hui, who was killed at the front, shouting something in a low voice. It seemed that if he killed one more person, he would have one more chance.

At this time, I care about how many enemies have died and how many tiny opportunities there are. At this time, I care about nothing, because I remember everything except my own life.

Everyone in Yizi Pulse began to get busy, and the art of healing injuries began to work non-stop. The clay figures in front of everyone began to crack more and more. I saw that the faces of everyone in Yizi Pulse began to turn pale. In fact, I

If you remember correctly, the cost of this injury-reversing technique is lifespan!

Under the protection of the two meridians of fate and divination, this damage was slightly reduced. After all, it was defending the way and fighting the way of heaven. Under the seemingly ruthless rules of the operation, there was an extra trace of compassion in it.

In this interlocking and mutually reinforcing protection, warriors like Uncle Hui, although it was tragic, no one has truly fallen completely until now. This white spear blocked the lower half of Yang Sheng's hand.

Attack of the Corpses

On the contrary, the group of people on Yang Sheng's side fell down. There were countless corpses of these half-dead people lying on the snow that was mixed with white and bright red.

In the first collision, it seemed that we had the upper hand, but judging from the serious look on the old leader's face, our victory was not that easy. Anyone with a discerning eye knew that if we continued, sacrifices would be inevitable, even if we were mentally prepared.

But, does being mentally prepared mean it won’t hurt?

Judging from the arrangement of the battlefield, the old leader is extremely outstanding. He is not only a master of public affairs, but also an excellent tactician. It must be that the rise of the Snow Mountain lineage also experienced a lot of bloodshed, so that he has such a

The tactics are inherited in detail, and all the details are accounted for.

But even if I don't understand these tactics, I still understand that this is just the beginning. Although the old leader is calm, I can feel his burden from his seriousness.

Sure enough, over there, Yang Sheng's people couldn't make any progress, which aroused Wu Tian's dissatisfaction. He rode a war horse and snorted coldly. At this time, dozens of cultivators gathered around him, and they didn't do anything.

Know what to do.

Yang Sheng, who had been paying attention to the progress of the altar, finally noticed that he turned around, nodded towards Wu Tian, ​​and suddenly shouted to the half-corpse fighting on the battlefield: "The second plan."

What second plan? Just a few simple words made my heart suddenly become heavy. I stared at the battlefield closely. At this time, I saw Yang Sheng's men suddenly stopped attacking and took out weapons from their arms one by one.

A small bottle came out

The sudden change made it too late for Uncle Hui and the others to stop him. How long does it take to drink the contents of a small bottle?

"Crack" "Crack" is the sound of small bottles breaking. They were not thrown to the ground, but were crushed by Yang Sheng's subordinates. He didn't know what kind of liquid was in the small bottles. Yang Sheng's

After my subordinate drank it, he had such a violent reaction!

In a short period of time, Uncle Hui and the others only had time to stop a dozen of Yang Sheng's subordinates from drinking the liquid.

The "roar" reaction was immediate. Immediately, one of Yang Sheng's men roared like a wild beast. Then, as if it was hot, he tore off his clothes and took off the mask on his face at the same time.

Like a chain reaction, all Yang Sheng's subordinates had the same reaction, frantically tearing off their clothes and taking off their masks as well.

The faces under the masks no longer look like human faces at all. The overgrown fangs formed into canine teeth, which originally deformed the face. At this moment, it is still undergoing extreme changes.

At that moment, I seemed to see the old village chiefs one by one, because the flesh on the faces of these Yang Sheng's men began to rot quickly, and then new flesh began to grow and crisscrossed them all at once, looking extremely terrifying.

Their canine teeth and nails were also growing continuously. They roared, as if they were in great pain, but they were unable to stop it. It was a bit unbearable, and they were already rolling on the ground holding their heads.

The sudden change made Uncle Hui and the others a little bit at a loss. After all, such a terrifying scene happened to hundreds of people, which made people want to be suddenly in hell. As long as they are normal people, they will have a process of psychological acceptance.

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It is true that their pain is pitiful. However, this is the most cruel battlefield. For one's own protection and persistence, there is no room for such mercy. Even though there was only a slight hesitation, Uncle Hui and other warriors still had no hesitation.

rushed over

The fists kept flying, but a shocking scene occurred. Although they were still in the painful process, these people seemed to have subconscious reactions, and they were extremely fast, and they were able to avoid Uncle Hui's fists.

Even if they couldn't avoid it, Uncle Hui's power couldn't cause too much harm to these monsters. They just stepped back and let out unknown roars, but no one fell down again, and it was difficult to even get injured.

Yang Sheng seemed to have expected this scene, and just glanced at the battlefield lightly, as if victory must belong to him, and then turned to care about his altar again.

On the other hand, at this time, Wu Tian had already gathered a group of cultivators around the blood stains left by the horses, and began to move with him as the leader.

I don't know what the consequences of this change will be, but looking at this earth-shattering movement and this state of being unable to break through at all, I can't help but feel a little anxious in my heart. At this time, the people who set up the formation headed by Uncle Wang are still praying.

The mysterious symbol on the forehead gradually and strangely faded away

But what does it mean? I don’t know at all. I only know that because of this inexplicable blood sacrifice, even the formation of the formation has temporarily stopped.

My inexplicably helpless eyes fell on the old boss, but his eyes fell on the angry-eyed King Kong. He didn't look at me, but just said to himself: "These are the deaths of Company A."

Scholars are talented orphans that Company A has collected everywhere to serve as A.

The company's big trump card was unexpectedly generous, and he gave so much to Yang Sheng in one breath. These people are pitiful. They have been brainwashed since childhood and only serve Company A. Even if they sacrifice their lives, it doesn't matter. Why do I say this?

It's because of the bottle of liquid they drank."

"What is that?" I asked in a low voice.

On the battlefield at this time, there were already Yang Sheng's subordinates. The roars gradually began to become lower and no longer as crazy as before. The skin on the face was no longer rotten, but also turned into a deep black, but withered.

There is an inexplicable sense of toughness when applied to the face.

It reminds me of the evolution of the limbs of that old wolf. The so-called strongest muscles are also evolving on the face. What about the body? I haven't looked at it since I can't avoid the dazzling black color.

There are also sharp canine teeth and sharp nails. I know that the evolution is almost complete.

"That is the most powerful transformation fluid as mentioned before. It will consume a person's life almost instantly, leaving them only able to survive for more than an hour. If it weren't for the dead soldiers of Company A, who would drink that liquid? They

It's very pitiful, but it's irreparable. Next, there will definitely be a tragic battle. Because" the old leader gradually stopped talking.

In the middle of the battlefield, the warriors were still trying to knock down these monsters without giving up, but it was useless. Their instincts were too fast and their ability to resist blows was too strong. It took a little bit of energy, but it was useless.

How distressing should this be?

"Because of what?" My voice began to tremble a little. I felt that I must continue to ask this question.

"Because these people are dead soldiers, why are the people here not dead soldiers? When this King Kong statue was erected, it already represented the determination to die, using life to withstand the unbearable force! Knowing this King Kong,

Do you have a nickname in private?" There was also deep sorrow hidden in the voice of the old leader. He finally moved his eyes away from the statue of Angry King Kong and looked at the snowy sky.

The snow at this moment has become very heavy. The hot blood fell on the snow and was covered by the snowflakes. It also covered the people who were not moving. My shoulders and the old leader's shoulders were covered with snowflakes. I couldn't help but

I don't know why, tears began to fill my eyes. In my blurred vision, I saw the figure of Uncle Hui vigorously waving his fist.

I always hear that voice in my sad ears: "Well, I want to eat eggs." "The porcelain horse is stunned." "Well, I want to challenge you to a duel."

How tragic is he on the battlefield at this moment? Compared to me, Hui Gen'er is much quieter. Only the dragon on his arm seems to be coming to life because his muscles are trembling.

The voice of the old leader finally fell into my ears at this time: "His nickname is actually called the King of Sorrows. If you borrow power from it, it will definitely shed tears, you see."

In the blurred eyes of tears, I saw that the angry-eyed King Kong who had seemed to be coming to life before had quietly changed at this time. The eyes that should have been wide-open and glaring at all the evil in the world gradually lowered the originally sharp eyes.

His eyes became extremely compassionate, as if a person was about to cry.

"Of course it is benevolent. It can lend infinite power as long as life can bear it to help you eliminate the evil in the world. However, the laws of heaven cannot be violated. If you use the infinite power that does not belong to you, you will naturally have to pay the price.

It is impossible for the physical body to bear it like this. It can only be endured by burning life force, and it will also cause irreversible injuries. Therefore, it grieves for those who borrow its strength. It is called the King of Sad Tears." The old master's voice was distant, just like

It's like telling a story.

"No." My tears fell down again, and when they fell on my face, they turned from hot to cold in an instant. But, I knew that this could not stop the sacrifice, it was inevitable, it was inevitable.

In the blur, I looked at Uncle Hui's figure. He didn't look back. I saw another person sitting at the forefront of the battlefield. He had a very leisurely and calm posture. He held the familiar dry tobacco pole and stared at the battlefield. He stared at the man who accompanied him.

Comrades for decades

They keep trying to fight each other, but they never really fight. Everyone who knows knows that they often fight together to the death.

Now, he stood at the front, watching the first battle with calm eyes.

"Master" I clenched my fists quietly

At this time, the first person among Yang Sheng's subordinates to complete the transformation finally appeared. He roared without warning and hugged the warrior who was struggling to attack him. Chang's nails suddenly dug into the warrior.

in the meat
Chapter completed!