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... There were several lamas following behind him. I recognized one of them. It was the one who used the spirit to Li Lai searched for people who had 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 behind several other lamas... Then they followed Yang Sheng together, circling around the altar, giving directions and saying What
It has nothing to do with everything tragic on the battlefield.
Yeah, 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, it can still be measured in terms of material...
Without a growth process, without painstaking efforts to water it, without emotions accompanying it all the way... then it will only be a pity and not cherished... because these are the things that cannot be measured.
Yang Sheng's behavior was normal... Unlike me, when I saw the blood of every courageous person rushing forward, I would feel a twitch in my heart.
The battle continues silently... If you are not in it, you can't understand the brutality... The warriors here led by Uncle Hui, who originally matched Yang Sheng's half-corpse elite in numbers, are at a disadvantage. After all, there were only about a hundred people, corresponding to hundreds of half-corpse people... They were almost surrounded.
As for these monsters, their sense of pain has almost disappeared... Their strong metabolism allows their injuries to heal very quickly... In addition, with their infinite strength, there is no advantage at all when they collide with flesh and blood.
The only thing that holds up? It can only be the Tao that you stick to in your heart, the endless courage generated by faith...
Each picture is like a freeze frame... It's like the slow motion in the movie, which makes people feel heartbroken and painful, but they can't avoid it...
A body cultivator with a beard... rushed over covered in blood... Four or five half-corpse men surrounded him in an instant, and fists fell on him like raindrops... On his side 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 the madness of dying together, he hit his head hard. ...
Not far from him, there was a relatively young monk... He fell to the ground, facing the siege of seven or eight half-corpse men... Their feet kept falling on him... He grabbed one of the feet, pulled him to the ground... wrapped his body around him... and then raised his fist...
I don't know where to focus my eyes... The scenes are all like this, heroic sacrifice of life... It's like if this punch is thrown, the next one will never have a chance to hit... Silent, suppressed... the struggle of life...
I saw Uncle Hui, who was killed at the front, shouting something in a low voice... Judging from the shape of his mouth, it seemed that if you kill one more person, you will 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 don't care about anything at all, because I remember everything except my own life... .
Everyone in Yizimai began to be busy... The art of healing injuries began to operate non-stop... The clay figures in front of everyone began to have more and more cracks... I saw every person in Yizimai People's faces started to turn pale... In fact, if I remember correctly, the cost of this injury-reversing technique is lifespan!
Under the protection of the two meridians of life and fortune, this damage was slightly reduced... After all, we were fighting to defend the law... Under the seemingly ruthless rules of the law of heaven, there was an extra trace of mercy in it.
In this interlocking and mutually reinforcing protection... Although the warriors like Uncle Hui have been tragic... But so far, no one has truly fallen completely. This white spear, life and death Blocked the attack of Yang Sheng's half-corpse men...
On the contrary, an unknown number of the people on Yang Sheng's side fell down... On the snowy ground mixed with pure white and bright red... the corpses of these half-dead people were laid out...
In the first collision, it seemed that we had all the advantages... But judging from the serious look on the old leader's face... our victory was not that easy. Anyone with a discerning eye knows... If we continue, sacrifices will be inevitable. ...Although I was 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... I think the rise of the Snow Mountain lineage also went through a lot of hardships. After a long period of bloodshed, we have such a tactical inheritance... meticulously, calculating all the details...
But even if I don't understand these tactics, I still understand that this is just the beginning... Although the old leader is calm, he 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, several people gathered around him The ten cultivators didn't know what they were going to do.
Yang Sheng, who had been paying attention to the progress of the altar, finally noticed this... He turned around, nodded towards Wu Tian, and suddenly shouted to the half-corpse fighting on the battlefield: "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 people suddenly stopped attacking, but One by one, they took out a small bottle from their arms...
The sudden change made it too late for Uncle Hui and the others to stop... 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... I don't know what is in this small bottle. What kind of liquid... After Yang Sheng's subordinates drank it, they had such violent reactions!
In a short period of time, Uncle Hui and the others only had time to stop a dozen of Yang Sheng's subordinates... The rest of them drank the liquid...
"Roar..." The reaction was immediate. Immediately, one of Yang Sheng's men roared like a wild beast... Then, he tore off the clothes on his body as if it was hot, and at the same time took off the clothes on his face. mask...
Like a chain reaction... All Yang Sheng's subordinates had the same reaction, frantically tearing off their clothes and taking off their masks too...
The faces under the masks no longer look like human faces at all. The overgrown canine teeth formed into canine teeth have deformed the face... At this moment, the extreme changes are still going on. ...
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... all of a sudden, they criss-crossed, and they looked like Extreme horror...
The canine teeth and nails are also growing... They roared, as if they were in great pain, but they were unable to stop it... Some were so unbearable that they were already rolling on the ground holding their heads.
The sudden change made Uncle Hui and the others a little at a loss... After all, such a terrifying scene happened to hundreds of people... It makes people want to be suddenly in hell. As long as a normal person would There is a process of psychological acceptance!
It is true that their pain makes people pity... However, this is the cruelest battlefield. For one's own protection and persistence, there is no room for such mercy... With only a slight hesitation, Hui The uncle and other warriors rushed over without hesitation...
The fists kept flying... But a shocking scene appeared... 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 and the others. fist...
Even if they couldn't avoid it, Uncle Hui's power couldn't cause too much harm to these monsters... They just kept retreating... and roared with unknown meaning, but no one fell down again... Even It’s hard to do even when you’re injured.
Yang Sheng seemed to have expected this scene... He 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, Wu Tian had already assembled a group of cultivators at this time... and around the blood stains left by the horses, he began to move...
I don't know what the consequences of this change will be, but looking at this earth-shattering movement... 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 cloth headed by Master Uncle Wang... The people in the formation are still praying... The mysterious symbol on their forehead gradually and strangely fades 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 formations has temporarily stopped...
I felt a little helpless for no reason... My eyes fell on the old leader, and his eyes fell on the angry-eyed King Kong... He didn't look at me, but just said to himself: "These They are all dead soldiers of Company A, talented orphans that Company A has collected everywhere... As a big trump card of Company A... I didn't expect to be so generous and gave so much to Yang Sheng in one breath. .. These people are very pitiful. They have been brainwashed since they were young. They only want to work for Company A, even if they sacrifice their lives... Why I say this is 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, and the roars gradually began to become deeper... He was no longer as crazy as before, and the parts of his face that were no longer rotten turned into a deep black color. , but dry... stuck to the face... there is an inexplicable sense of toughness.
Reminds me of the evolved limbs of that old wolf... The muscles that are said to be the strongest... Even the face is evolving, but what about the body? I haven't looked at it since I couldn't avoid the dazzling black color.
There are also sharp canine teeth and sharp nails... I know, the evolution is almost complete.
"That is the most powerful transformation fluid... As mentioned before, it will consume people's lives almost instantly, leaving them only able to survive for more than an hour... If they are not dead soldiers of Company A, who would drink it? Draining that kind of liquid? They are very pitiful... but they are also irreversible. Next, there will definitely be a tragic battle. Because..." The old leader gradually stopped talking.
And in the center of the battlefield, the warriors were still trying to knock down these monsters without giving up... But it was useless, their instinctive speed was too fast... and their ability to resist blows was ridiculously strong... little by little. How distressing must it be to waste all your efforts and it just doesn’t work
"Because?" My voice began to tremble a little... I felt that I must continue to ask this question.
"Because these people are dead soldiers, how can the people here not be 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 private nickname?" The old leader's voice also contained deep sorrow. He finally moved his eyes away from the statue of the angry-looking King Kong and looked at the snowy sky...
The snow has become very heavy at this moment... The hot blood fell on the snow, and was covered by the snowflakes. It also covered the people who were not moving... The shoulders of the old leader and I were all covered. It was covered with snowflakes... I don't know why, but tears began to fill my eyes... In my blurred vision, I saw the figure of Uncle Hui waving his fist vigorously.
I'm so sad... There is always that voice in my 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 Tears... If you borrow power from it, it will inevitably 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... The eyes that should have been wide-open and glaring at all the evil in the world gradually lowered their eyes. ... The originally sharp eyes became extremely compassionate... as if a person was about to cry.
"Of course it is benevolent, and it can lend infinite power... As long as life can bear it, it will help you eliminate the evil in the world... However, the law of heaven cannot be violated, and if you use the infinite power that does not belong to you, naturally You have to pay a price... It is impossible for the human body to bear it like this. It can only be endured by burning life force, which will also cause irreversible injuries... Therefore, it grieves for those who borrow the strength. It is called sadness. King of Tears." The old master's voice was distant, as if he was 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 know, this cannot be stopped... Sacrifice is inevitable, inevitable... .
In the blur, I looked at the figure of Uncle Hui... He didn't look back, and I saw another person sitting at the forefront of the battlefield, with a very leisurely and calm posture, holding the familiar dry tobacco pole... staring at On the battlefield, staring at the comrade who has been with him for decades...
They kept trying to fight each other, but never really fought... In fact, everyone who knew about them knew that they often fought together to the death.
Now, he stood at the front and started the first battle... He watched him with calm eyes.
"Master..." My fists clenched quietly...
And at this time... The first person among Yang Sheng's subordinates to complete the transformation finally appeared... He roared without warning, and suddenly hugged the warrior who was struggling to attack him... Chang's nails suddenly dug into the warrior's flesh...
Then he bit down... He raised his head, and blood flew up... A piece of flesh and blood was torn open...