"A group of desperadoes dare to chase and kill!"
Wu Sheng slowly fell from the sky, and more than thirty ghost soldiers were running forward desperately. When they saw Wu Sheng, the ghost soldiers were slightly stunned. They didn't react for a while, thinking that the Wu Sheng in front of them was also chasing and killing. , were so frightened that they all showed their weapons.
Wu Sheng angrily rebuked: "You are warriors of the Holy Clan. Don't you feel ashamed to be hunted down by a group of gangsters?"
Only then did the ghost soldier recognize that the person standing in front of him was Wu Sheng.
"Greetings to the king!"
Confirmed to be the Martial Saint, the ghost soldier saluted in surprise, as if he had found a savior.
"The people chasing you are just some people from the world, their cultivation level is much lower than yours, but you don't dare to fight, you losers!"
Wu Sheng was very sad. Although the number of ghost soldiers was small, only more than thirty people, their cultivation level was higher than that of Wu Sheng.
Although there are many people chasing after them, their cultivation level is very low.
If the ghost soldiers turn around and fight, it will be easy to kill these Jianghu people.
But they didn't, they chose to run away because they had no morale and were killed by Long Chen until they were frightened and terrified.
The ghost soldiers were scolded so that they bowed their heads and dared not speak.
"Everyone, follow me and fight!"
Wu Sheng shouted angrily and strode forward alone. More than thirty ghost soldiers hesitated for a moment, but finally followed him forward.
There are more than 400 people chasing after them. These people belong to different sects and have relatively high cultivation levels.
Last night, when I heard that Di Luoxi would lead his troops to hunt down the ghost soldiers, these people gathered together and chose to go out first to pursue them.
They do this to get a head start.
When the ghost soldiers are defeated, the ghost soldiers behind are definitely the weakest. If they go out first to pursue them, they will definitely get more benefits.
Therefore, when it was ugly last night, these people quietly came out to hunt for them.
Along the way, they did find many lone ghost soldiers. These ghost soldiers did not dare to resist and many of them were killed.
Having tasted the sweetness, these people continued to chase north, but unexpectedly met Wu Sheng.
"Hurry up, don't let them get away!"
The leader is a white-haired woman, this person is Qi Lian, the head of the Eighth Layer Tower.
The sect of the Eight-Level Tower is built on a cliff. From the bottom to the highest floor, there are eight floors in total. There is an elder on each floor, so it is called the Eight-Level Tower.
The last time the Martial Saint attacked Yanmen Pass, Qi Lian led the sect to capture the ghost soldiers. All eight elders in the sect had broken through to the Emperor. Qi Lian was only one step away from breaking through to the true realm, surpassing the others in cultivation, faintly There is a tendency to become the leader of the martial arts alliance.
After tasting the sweetness, Qi Lian wanted more ghost soldiers, intending to break through to the true realm.
When they saw the fleeing ghost soldiers, the people from the Eighth Floor rushed to the front, and the people from other sects were afraid of falling behind, so they chased forward.
There were originally more than thirty of these ghost soldiers, many of them were killed or captured, and the rest were still running and fleeing.
The ghost soldiers suddenly stopped, and another one walked in the opposite direction. Qi Lian was slightly surprised.
"How dare you turn back?"
Qi Lian didn't think too much. She thought these ghost soldiers were cornered and planned to turn around and fight to the death.
"Be careful! These ghost soldiers are going to fight hard!"
Qi Lian turned around to remind her elders. When the others heard this, they immediately opened a wild goose formation, and the masters of concealed weapons had already prepared poison darts and the like.
"put!"
When Qi Lian saw Wu Sheng approaching, she immediately shouted, and the master behind her immediately threw a hidden weapon.
These hidden weapons are made of iron, not sacred trees or demon-suppressing stones. They want the corpses of the ghost soldiers, not the ashes.
The hidden weapons came through the wind. Wu Sheng's expression was cold, and a shield formed in front of him. The hidden weapons were blocked in front and fell to the ground one after another.
Qi Lian was taken aback, she didn't expect this, and stopped immediately. The people behind her didn't notice, and surrounded Wu Sheng and more than thirty ghost soldiers from both sides.
"Headmaster Qi, this time we have to divide the money equally. You can't take the majority."
The ghost soldiers were surrounded, and other sects began to fight for their share.
Qi Lian and the eight elders behind him looked at Wu Sheng, and their expressions gradually changed.
"Junior sister...did I read that correctly?"
The voice of an old man behind him trembled slightly.
Qi Lian didn't speak and made a gesture secretly.
The leader of a nearby sect turned to look at Qi Lian and asked suspiciously: "Head Qi, this is a tough idea, you have to take the lead!"
Qi Lian pointed at Wu Sheng and said: "Everyone, this ghost general is the best elixir, but the old rule is that whoever catches it gets it!"
"Don't say that I, the Eight Layer Building, bully you. We all paid for it with our lives. No one takes advantage."
After saying that, Qi Lian immediately took action and rushed towards Wu Sheng with a burst of zhenqi.
Seeing Qi Lian take action, the others followed suit and rushed towards the ghost soldiers. Those with higher cultivation levels joined forces to attack the Martial Saint.
Qi Lian said that Wu Sheng was the best elixir, and Wu Sheng became the object of competition for everyone.
When Wu Sheng saw dozens of people rushing toward him, a disdainful sneer appeared on his face.
All kinds of weapons came here, including hooks and chains, just like a wild deer entering a trap.
The ghost soldiers behind him were a little scared. They were afraid of being beaten.
Wu Sheng suddenly drew his sword, Black Moon dodged past, and all the dozens of people who rushed towards him were cut into two pieces, and all kinds of weapons were completely broken by the sword.
People with low cultivation levels did not dare to compete for the Martial Saint, and their targets were aimed at the ghost soldiers behind them.
But just as he started, Wu Sheng had already cut all the dozens of people with the highest cultivation level into two pieces. Some of their arms were also cut off. Wails and screams could be heard. The others were shocked. The ghost soldiers saw Wu Sheng slash them with one sword. After killing dozens of people, his courage came back immediately and he shouted: "Kill! Kill them, eat them!"
When the people in the arena were surprised, the ghost soldiers rushed into the crowd, and the scene was chaotic.
Wu Sheng did not take action again, but quietly watched them fight.
The people in the arena were not vegetarians either. After a brief period of confusion, they began to join forces to surround and kill, and the killing was brutal on both sides.
Wu Sheng kept watching and did not intervene in the fighting between the two sides.
Until the end, the people in the arena were defeated and fled, and the ghost soldiers lay on the ground and gnawed on flesh and blood crazily.
After drinking human blood, the ghost soldier felt that his body's strength had returned.
"Eat them, eat them!"
The ghost soldiers roared angrily.
While the ghost soldiers were eating flesh and blood, Wu Sheng captured a few who were in good health and brought them back.
"Spare my life...spare my life...I am willing to surrender, spare my life..."
Most of the people in the world are selfish, and when they are about to die, they have no integrity.
Wu Sheng ignored it, bit open the neck, sucked the blood dry, and then replaced it.
After drinking enough blood, the wounds on his back slowly healed, and Wu Sheng finally felt relieved.
Yesterday's fight was too hard, especially the knife on the back. Wu Sheng suffered a big loss.
"You see clearly, humans are food, what are you afraid of!"
"Go and retrieve the remaining warriors. If anyone dares to hunt them down, eat them!"
Only twenty of the more than thirty ghost soldiers were left, and the others were killed.
Although the casualties were heavy, their murderous intent was back, with blood on their bodies and glistening eyes.
"Take orders!"
More than twenty ghost soldiers were full of flesh and blood, and immediately divided into several teams to look for the stray ghost soldiers.
Wu Sheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and walked toward the southeast with the knife in hand.
Qi Lian and her eight elders ran for dozens of miles before stopping.
"Junior sister, that person is really a martial saint!"
The old man's face turned pale, and he was glad that he had escaped with his life.
Qi Lian said: "Yes, it's the Martial Saint. I saw him on the battlefield. Why is he back?"
Qi Lian recognized Wu Sheng, but she did not say anything or run away immediately. Instead, she pretended to be calm, deceived others with words, lured others to take action, and then turned around and ran away with her disciples.
A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist, so Qi Lian exchanges the lives of others for a chance to survive.
"It's really a Martial Saint. It scared me to death."
"Those people must die. There is no escape."
"what should we do?"
The other elders were still frightened and trembled when they spoke.
Qi Lian said: "No more chasing. We have captured enough ghost soldiers. Let's go back."
The human heart is not enough for a snake to swallow an elephant, so Qi Lian feels that she should be content.
"I think enough is enough. Survival is important. Leave the rest to King Wu and the others."
The old man nodded in agreement, and Qi Lian immediately led the people to the southeast quickly.
After walking not far, they saw three people approaching. The elder was startled and shouted: "There is someone!"
