Zi Shou descended from the sky, raised his head, and saw that the panic of the more than 200,000 troops had completely disappeared, replaced by a strange emotion. They were walking in exactly the same way and muttering to themselves!
All the men and eyebrows were drooped, and all the troops were glaring with anger!
Zi Shou frowned and said nothing.
Once the army loses its morale and breaks up, not even the most famous general in history can stop him.
Now.
But the situation was suddenly reversed.
He looked over.
I saw.
Deep in the Ten Thousand Army, endless Sanskrit sounds can be heard, and the sound reaches the ears; there are also thousands of golden lights, reflecting the solemnity and solemnity of this world.
The more than 200,000 troops were illuminated by golden light and bathed in Sanskrit sounds, as if they were transcending the world, with only empty murderous intentions in their eyes!
“Western Religion!!”
Zi Shou's eyes were cold, and for the first time a strong murderous intention arose in his heart, which was even stronger than when Qishui killed the god!
"You, the gods and immortals, are going to fight in Chaos. It would be best if you die cleanly!"
"We must use the human world as our battlefield!"
"At the beginning, the two sages of the West established the forty-eight great aspirations, the merits from heaven, and the power of transformation, not for you to manipulate people's hearts!"
There was murderous intent in his eyes, and he recalled Hong Yi's warning in his mind, and walked towards the army step by step.
"Believe in the existence of hiring me?"
"Who's hiring me again?"
"Where does this prison where the emperor is imprisoned come from, who built it, and who is in charge?"
"But no matter what, my destiny can only be changed by this prison."
"If the conjecture is correct, the end of practicing the Heavenly Dao level skills is the Heavenly Dao realm. Then, I don't need to practice the Immortal Dao to compete with the end of the Immortal Dao."
"Now, I will give it a try to see what realm corresponds to the peak of the Martial Saint."
Zi Shou looked at the more than 200,000 people with an indifferent sneer on his lips.
"The Bodhisattva lowers his eyebrows, and the Vajra glares?"
"Before Buddhism is established, you are deceiving people."
Zi Shou looked into the depths of the army and whispered, "Detention by cause and effect."
All the causes and effects for hundreds of miles around are imprisoned in his hands. Everything that happens in this world cannot be perceived by the outside world and cannot be spread out.
Anyone, any creature, even a practitioner, who walks out of this world, will forget everything related to him, and will completely imprison all cause and effect.
With the restraint of cause and effect, Zi Shou no longer has any worries.
next moment!
The huge energy and blood of the martial saint peak in the body of the child was released without any suppression!
boom! ! !
A hurricane rose from him, spinning the sky and the earth, and the surrounding earth was rolled up layer by layer, turning into endless dust rising into the sky!
The ground under Zisheng's feet was turned into a vortex of dust that shot straight into the sky by his momentum!
It was the first time he fully felt this power.
Even when he was anointed as a god by the Qishui River, he only used the power of Qi and blood to amplify his voice.
Now, this power is completely released!
…
On the city wall of Chongzhou.
Chong Houhu's face was suddenly shocked, his mouth was so frightened that he couldn't close his mouth, and his head was full of question marks!
This is the rumored Shang King Di Xin who replaced the joist with the pillar and dragged him down! ?
This, this, this...
The rumors are too exaggerated?
Is this dragging down nine cows?
With this momentum, you can easily drag down a thousand oxen!
"This power...is not the power of an immortal cultivator!"
Next to Chonghou Hu, the old witch uncle who was originally skinny had exhausted his last energy and blood in a battle with the white tiger monster. At this time, only a handful of skin and bones were left, crumbling.
He looked at Di Xin under the city wall with turbid eyes, and his whole body was about to fall apart with excitement.
He had never seen such a look in his eyes before. It was filled with complex emotions of shock, expectation, and nostalgia!
Chong Houhu looked at the old man who was suddenly about to die excitedly and said:
"Uncle Wu, the human king is not allowed to practice. Of course the king will not have the power of an immortal cultivator... This is just because he is born with great strength."
Old witch uncle:......
Can he be so powerful that he can make a hole in the sky?
He said excitedly:
"This is not just about strength..."
"This is the power of the flesh!"
"This is Qi and blood, Lord Marquis!"
Chong Houhu: "Isn't it just that you are strong?"
Old witch uncle:......
He was about to say that this was the power of witches, the power of real witches, far more powerful than the witch he inherited!
At this time, Chonghou Hu looked at him lightly and said:
"I know what you want to say, forget it, the king is powerful, nothing more, nothing more."
The old wizard was shocked, lowered his head immediately, and stopped talking, but his eyes never left his aura.
Chonghou Hu gave the old wizard instructions, immediately raised the Chong clan sword and shouted the order!
"Scouts, archers, and gunners stay on the wall!"
"Leave another three thousand men to garrison!"
"All the rest of us! Follow me out of the city to form a formation!"
"The king has already broken into the rebel camp, and we are still eating ancient hot pot on the city wall. Are we still fucking ministers?"
"Not even a human being!"
Chonghou Hu held his sword and wanted to jump off the city wall. After looking at the height, he could only jump off the ladder and led the 100,000 defenders of Chongzhou City to shout, "Protect the king, be a human being!"
Then fight out!
…
Just at the same time.
A subtle and solemn voice came from among the rebels.
"kill!"
The voice was childish, yet indifferent, as if it regarded all life as trivial.
The more than 200,000 rebels seemed to be trapped in an illusory formation. Their eyes suddenly became blurred and they muttered to themselves. Everyone said only one word.
kill!
kill!
kill!
It's like losing your mind and going crazy.
Zi Shou sneered and walked toward the first square formation without fear.
This formation was led by Yuan Futong, with 18,000 people.
He stepped out with one step, and all the troops dispersed. The powerful energy and blood directly suppressed the obsessed Yuan Futong to the ground. His bones were shattered and he sank into the ground.
Yuan Futong was awakened from his obsession by the power of Qi and blood from Zi Shou. He stared at Zi Shou with his imperial robes flying in stunned silence and swallowed deeply.
The rumors are unbelievable!
Who says Di Xin can only drag down nine cows?
No wonder he dared to come to the battlefield alone and with one bird. No wonder he dared to stand alone in the battle. His strength was no longer that of a human being!
impossible!
How could a mere mortal master such power?
Yuan Futong is also a Qi practitioner. Although he has not become an immortal, he can still feel the power of an immortal cultivator.
He couldn't feel any immortal energy from Zi Shou!
This is not the power of a cultivator!
This is purely physical power!
puff……
Yuan Futong finally couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood. He was struggling to stand up and escape when he suddenly saw a war horse leaping towards him!
On the war horse is a fat general, four feet tall, wearing armor with a dragon totem with wings engraved on it!
Bei Bohou!
Yuan Futong's eyes narrowed, and before he could surrender, he heard an angry shout and slashed with a bronze sword!
He only felt the world spinning, and his headless body spurted blood in front of his eyes.
Before losing consciousness, I heard only two sentences.
"Rebel Yuan Futong is crowned!"
"Why don't you surrender quickly!"
Holy boy...
This is different from what you said!
Is this my chance?
Before his death, Yuan Futong looked into the depths of the army and refused to close his eyes.
Beihai rebel leader Yuan Futong is dead!
Beheader!
Beibeihou Chonghouhu!
