strictlysupreme Chapter 124 Senior Brother
Chapter 124 Senior Brother
"The projection is in an abnormal state and cannot be interfered with personally?!"
Chen Ming was startled and then reacted immediately.
According to the judgment of the Book of Heroes, there was a big problem with Li Huowang's condition at this time.
In fact, it should be said that he was "dead" at this time, and his consciousness was replaced by the bloodthirsty resentment of the demon sword.
The principle of "personal intervention" is equivalent to possession that doubles the combat power.
At this time, Li Huowang no longer had his own consciousness, and Chen Ming had no body to attach to him, so naturally he could not intervene personally.
Obviously, both Chen Ming and Li Huowang were deceived.
This magic sword was not controlled by them at all. Unknowingly, the magic sword completed the complete erosion of Li Huowang.
Chen Ming suspected that this disguised characteristic came from the Yuan emperors of the past dynasties.
Wouldn't my last simulation capsize in the gutter here for no apparent reason?
Then he is really going to be bloody angry.
But having said that, the simulation of the Book of Heroes is not over yet.
This means there may be a turning point.
Chen Ming stared nervously at the picture in the Book of Heroes. Maybe Li Huowang still had a glimmer of consciousness at this time, but how to wake up under the coercion of the wronged soul?
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At this time, the three thousand Red Tiger soldiers were terrified.
The bloody fog enveloped the entire Crouching Tiger Mountain, forming a faint realm that made people lost in it and unable to escape.
The complete defeat of the army not only caused them to suffer backlash, but also meant that the military's morale was broken and their morale was greatly reduced.
In the blood mist, the line of sight was greatly obstructed, and the visible range did not exceed five meters.
In this narrow range, the only things that could be seen were the soldiers with frightened expressions, and the only sounds that could be heard were the rapid breathing.
In the misty fog, no trace could be seen, but the sound of tearing bones and flesh being cut, the sound of wailing, and the faint faint laughter of satisfaction could be heard.
Everyone realized that this place had become the new slaughterhouse for the Blood Demons, and they were the lambs to be slaughtered.
While trembling with fear, he hoped to end his fear, and at the same time he was afraid that the Blood Demon would really appear in front of him.
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Outside the blood mist, Zhang Zaidao looked heavy.
He led his people to follow the "Blood Demon"'s movement track all the way, and many times relied on secret messages to find the location of the Demon's Cave to make detours in advance.
Even so, he could only fall behind Li Huowang not far away, and barely arrived at this time.
"The army has just formed, and the blood has spread here..."
"Not good! Junior brother is besieged by the army!"
"We have to go in quickly and save him!"
Concern leads to chaos, Zhang Zaidao's voice is urgent.
Over the years, Taiping Road has developed very well under the guidance of Mi Xin. At this time, Zhang Zaidao was followed by nearly a thousand elite Taiping troops.
These people are the backbone of the Taiping Army. They are not only trustworthy in terms of loyalty, but also each of them has learned many basic Taoist methods under Zhang Zaidao's teachings.
There is also a Tao method similar to military power, which allows them to combine the Tao power of everyone to exert stronger power.
At this time, under the command of Zhang Zaidao, all the Taiping soldiers immediately made Taoist secrets together.
Channels of golden light spread out in all directions as the Taoist talismans were thrown, and immediately illuminated and eliminated the thick blood mist.
Everyone then stepped into Crouching Tiger Mountain.
"Li Huowang" with a bloodthirsty smile on his face changed his expression and looked towards the foot of the mountain.
All the blood is part of "his" body, and "he" can feel it immediately when the blood mist at the foot of the mountain is eliminated.
"Someone comes to die again."
"He" chuckled, his eyes becoming more red.
His figure gradually disappeared into the blood mist.
The blood energy behind him continued to condense, from illusion to gradually becoming real.
Heavily armored soldiers holding swords and shields, riding tall horses, generals holding swords, and even monster figures.
These are all the innocent souls who died in the blood sacrifice formation. They are floating in the blood sea of the magic sword all the time.
Thousands of years of resentment and blood have made these vampire soldiers as weak as third-rate masters.
He is not afraid of pain or death, and can continue to attack even if his limbs are broken, or he can turn into blood and integrate into the bodies of nearby vampire soldiers.
Moreover, as long as the blood energy is replenished, that is, the enemy is killed, these "dead" soldiers can be resurrected indefinitely.
The army, which is already extremely powerful and fearless of death, also has the characteristic of being constantly replenished and even getting more and more the more battles it takes.
You can imagine how terrifying it is.
And the most terrifying thing is... no one can explain clearly, the magic sword that was sacrificed with the blood of the whole world.
How many souls of those who died in vain did it contain, and how much blood energy was absorbed based on the blood dragon veins.
However, Chen Ming had never learned of this ability in either his previous life or this life.
At this time, with the addition of these ghost soldiers, the three thousand Red Tiger soldiers fell into despair.
Previously, enemies could not be found in the blood mist and could not besieged. They could only be harvested one by one by the blood demons.
Now, they found that there were too many enemies to kill, and they were all incredibly strong!
When the demon sword led many vampire soldiers to slaughter the red tiger warriors, the Taiping Dao people finally broke through the blood mist all the way and gradually climbed up the mountainside.
Along the way, there were countless body parts that made people shudder, and without exception, these body parts were all turned into mummies.
Many Taiping Dao soldiers began to doubt what the purpose of their trip was.
Even Lu Qingyan was not sure whether her husband, who had always acted steadily, mistrusted the junior brother he had not seen for twenty years.
Only Zhang Zaidao's eyes were extremely firm and he believed in his junior brother.
"Junior brother and I hit it off instantly, and we are both Taoist preachers. If I don't believe in him, is it true that in this troubled world, he can only walk alone?"
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The blood mist became thicker and thicker, to the point where someone would be covered in blood if they walked by.
The effectiveness of the golden light talismans of the Taiping Dao people is gradually declining, and it is difficult to break through the blood mist, not to mention that it will continue to replenish.
The screams on Crouching Tiger Mountain gradually disappeared, and it became as quiet as a dead land.
This is actually more worrying than before.
Everyone found that they seemed to have been lost in the mountains without knowing it.
Just when Zhang Zaidao was hesitating in which direction to go, the blood mist gradually subsided.
A Taoist priest with a delicate face walked slowly over.
Although he was covered in blood and his robes were dyed red, he smiled extremely happily when he saw Zhang Zaidao.
"Brother!"
Seeing that the junior brother who has been separated for many years is obviously no different from when we parted.
Zhang Zaidao was stunned for a moment, then he was overjoyed and said to Lu Qingyan and his cronies beside him: "Look, I said my junior brother is fine!"
"Immortality!"
Zhang Zaidao laughed and walked towards Li Huowang, and said in a reproachful tone: "If you have any trouble, you can tell your senior brother! Why carry it alone?"
Li Huowang smiled and said, "I have something to trouble my senior brother!"
His figure approached instantly and he whispered: "Please, senior brother, die."
Before Zhang Zaidao could react, he felt a coldness in his chest.
He was stunned and found that the smile on his junior brother's face was still there.
He lowered his head in confusion, and a bloody sword had penetrated his heart.