Chapter 488： 488 Soldier Disaster II

Chapter 488 488 Military Disaster II

For a moment, in the cell, the old man shot continuously like lightning, attacking with all his strength, without reservation.

But every attack he made was perfectly dodged by Zhang Rongfang.

There is a big gap between the two in their ability to defend against the enemy. Coupled with the fact that the old man seemed to be unconscious, his moves were even more rigid. easier to judge.

After observing for a while, Zhang Rongfang confirmed that the other party had lost consciousness.

Immediately, he stretched out a finger, calculated the trajectory tricks, and stabbed the opponent's forehead suddenly.

Chick.

A drop of blood seeped into the wound between the old man's eyebrows.

What Zhang Rongfang didn't expect was that the drop of blood just entered, and immediately white smoke came out like strong acid corroding flesh and blood.

The old man stopped moving immediately, and the silver line between his eyebrows began to surge, as if he had been stimulated by something.

A large group of silver threads frantically gushed out from the wound between the eyebrows, wrapped the drop of blood into a small ball, and shrank fiercely.

Amidst the hissing sound, more intense white smoke seeped out from the ball of spiritual thread, and then the ball spread out, turning into countless spiritual threads, and drilled back into the old man's body.

Everything is back to normal. As if nothing happened.

And the drop of blood just now completely disappeared without a trace.

Looking at this scene, Zhang Rongfang took a few steps back, feeling somewhat clear in his heart.

Just now, he felt that the drop of blood he had drawn was being crazily burned by some kind of flame-like power.

This feeling only lasted for a few seconds, the blood drop disappeared, and he lost contact with it.

"So... more?"

Thinking of this, Zhang Rongfang slammed forward, and his palms touched the old man's limbs one by one like lightning.

Under the suppression of the enemy's first opportunity, the old man tried to block, but it was meaningless. All his blocks were seen through and avoided.

After several consecutive bones breaking sounds.

Sure enough, the old man fell to the ground, and his injuries did not heal quickly. It seems that after losing human blood, his self-healing ability was also much weaker.

Without hesitation, Zhang Rongfang stretched out his hand again to force out blood, hit his chest, and penetrated into the opponent's wound.

Hiss!

This time a large cloud of white smoke came out.

It seems like water has entered the oil pan.

With a bang, countless silver spiritual threads rushed out from his blood-soaked chest, trying to attack Zhang Rongfang's palm.

But as soon as they appeared, they were covered with dripping blood.

In a short time, a large number of spiritual lines began to turn black, thinner, and shrink back.

The blood also quickly turned into white smoke, evaporated and disappeared.

Zhang Rong was expressionless, watching the scene calmly.

The speed of blood production in his body is far faster than that of ordinary people. This little blood is nothing to him. The key is that what happened at this time exceeded his expectations.

His blood.

It seems to be very poisonous to the spirit thread! ?

Taoist Hongxian outside the cell also approached at this time, looking at the scene in front of him in shock.

Worshiping the God Line, he also knows that this kind of thing is invincible, except for the sculpture materials of gods and Buddhas, there is nothing in the world that can stop them.

But now. These spiritual lines are actually blocked by other things! ?

The confrontation between the blood and the spirit thread lasted only a short while before it was over.

All the spiritual lines were completely turned into a piece of black ash and disappeared.

The old man surnamed Hu also completely turned into a mummy. The corpse slowly turned black and began to enter the process of ashes.

Zhang Rongfang withdrew his hand. From the beginning to the present, he has released about half the blood volume of an adult.

As a result, the spirit thread was corroded and died.

"Why?" He couldn't help asking softly.

"It's because of will." Daoist Hong Xian looked a little dazed beside him.

"Will?" Zhang Rongfang looked at him. "Fellow Daoist, can you explain in detail?"

"The viewer is being polite." Taoist Hong Xian thought for a while. "I have lived for nearly a hundred years, and now I have some knowledge and experience, so I will explain it to you."

Looking at the gradually ashesed corpses on the ground, he said softly: "Many years ago, shortly after the appearance of the extreme state, it is said that someone tried to worship the gods with the extreme state, whether they could reach a higher level and step into an extremely high state. But Then they all failed without exception.”

"How did it fail?" Zhang Rongfang asked.

"It's also the same. Only when the spirit line touches the brow of the strong man in the extreme state, it is like water and fire. It cancels out with the blood of the strong man in the extreme state. Finally, they dissipate together." Daoist Hongxian replied.

"Since then, some people have speculated that the reason why worshiping gods and extreme realms are incompatible should be will."

"I'm not in an extreme state, so why?" Zhang Rongfang wondered.

"The Lord does not know, your blood, when we accept it, we can feel it is alive! It is like a greedy living creature that wants to devour everything, it will erode everything it touches into nutrients, and then grow Show more of yourself."

"When the blood itself has a strong will, this will does not yield to the spirit line, and the two may conflict. This may be the root of the scene just now." Daoist Hong Xian speculated and explained.

"If that's the case, it would be a pity." Zhang Rongfang shook his head slightly. He originally planned to transform into a god-worshiping warrior.

Now it seems that he can only give up.

"Since it doesn't work, then forget it. Next, there is enough food and herbs, and the situation outside is unpredictable. Let's lurk in Yuannu Gorge for a while before we talk about it. If you have anything to settle, deal with it as soon as possible." He said said softly.

"Understood. The subordinates are about to start setting up the ring." Taoist Hong Xian laughed.

Coming out of the dungeon, Zhang Rongfang opened the attribute bar and took a look.

HP 271.

And the accumulated free attribute points, there are another ten points.

He quickly added all the points to life.

After a slight warm current, the HP increased to 281.

'Soon. Soon, the third special talent will be activated'

Now everything has settled down, and the surrounding area of ​​Wushan Mansion has returned to calm.

As long as you can practice steadily for a few months, when the time comes, new talents will come out, the master realm will be full, and the spiritual will field will be condensed to enter the grand master level.

You can almost protect yourself in this world.

Thinking of this, Zhang Rongfang felt a strong sense of security in his heart.

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Time passed slowly.

Just when Zhang Rongfang was concentrating on living in seclusion, living a stable life and practicing.

The red scarf riots in various places in Daling became more and more serious. Countless civilians were killed and injured in towns and cities, and hundreds of thousands of people were transformed into mobs, flocking to larger cities for food.

Farmlands were abandoned, weeds began to grow in vegetable fields, houses in towns were set on fire, and countless rebels were killed or injured. Countless people were terrified and moved their families one after another, moving towards the big city.

Migrating refugees were also attacked in large groups. They did not have enough food, no more warm clothes in the cold season, and even less medicine for treatment.

Refugees are sick and die, and the bones are everywhere for a while, and the blood flows for thousands of miles.

At such a time of suffering, King Muli led his army straight into the suzerain country, sweeping the mob all the way, invincible. In just half a month, with the support of a large number of people, the army quickly expanded to 650,000, an army of one million, directly pointing at the mostly.

Nearly halfway, the soldiers approached the bank of the Yanshui River. King Muli appealed to the gods and made a public announcement to the world. He listed the top ten crimes of Daoist Yue Dewen and denounced him as a demon. Deceiving the royal family, causing chaos in the world, is extremely evil and deserves to be punished.

The powerhouse next to him, Kosiwo, the leader of the Great Bright Cult Alliance, came forward to openly invite Yue Dewen to fight on the banks of the Yanshui River at the same time, to be named number one in the world.

The mighty legion is led by different generals and stationed in battalions.

The riverside will form a forest of flags, fluttering in the wind, and hunting. For a while, the entire riverside was turned into a military camp.

April 15th, morning.

At this time, it was drizzling and the sky was slightly bright.

By the Yanshui River, large ships slowly converged to the newly built pier.

This river is hundreds of meters wide, the river is fast-flowing, and the water quality is dark yellow. You can smell the muddy smell even if you stand on the edge.

In the south of Yanshui, banners are unfurling, and warships gather.

There are also emergency teams in the north, and they are stationed sporadically.

Different from the uniform color of the military flag on the opposite side, the military flag here not only has different words, but also has different colors and styles.

These are the troops that gathered temporarily from all over the world. After learning that King Muli had entered the country, the other four kings were shocked, and united with other religions to urgently mobilize troops from all over the country and rush to the front line.

At this time, all the armies gathered together to block King Muli's million-strong army on the banks of the Yanshui River.

In the early morning, wooden arrow towers were built on the riverside to look at the movement on the opposite side.

On one of the arrow towers.

Two tall men and women in cloaks and hats were looking at the opposite side with solemn expressions.

"The hands of the people who passed by last night did not move. It seems that King Mu Li has made perfect preparations this time." The man said softly with gloomy eyes.

"There are so many masters around him, the religious alliance, the black list, and the red list. For so many years, this person is ambitious and has been accumulating strength and waiting for the opportunity." The woman beside him said in a deep voice.

"How about Tiancheng Palace? Is anyone here?" The man seemed a little annoyed.

"Several masters from the Zhenyi Sect and Xizong came, but the rest didn't come. Our side is short of masters and troops. If we really fight this battle, the chances of winning are extremely low. If the opposite side uses the masters to form an assassination team, we will be powerless to resist. .” The woman replied.

The two of them are the generals of the spirit army who nominally joined forces to stop King Muli this time.

Now the throne is vacant, and only the Five Religions Circle presided over by Yue Dewen is coordinating with the imperial family's temporary government.

So they can be regarded as the generals of the five religions circle camp, and they are also martial arts generals from Xuehong Pavilion.

But even if they are strong generals, the two of them looked at the opposing army at this moment, feeling powerless in their hearts.

"It's a pity that the Weaving Elephant Army is just far away in the borderlands. It will take time to suppress the turmoil. The soldiers here are sparse and there is no concerted effort. We can only hope that Master Yue will personally act to suppress the opponent's spirit. Otherwise, we will not be able to Prevent him from crossing the river." The man sighed.

"Do your best." The woman also sighed.

They actually don't understand why the two major armies of the Great Spirit sit back and watch the riots in various places. In addition to protecting some key cities, today's Daling is full of red scarf thugs.

At this moment, a blue firework suddenly rose from the barracks behind the two of them.

The fireworks exploded, blooming like flowers, forming a huge Dao character.

"This is... Headmaster Yue has arrived!" The two looked back and were immediately overjoyed.

Under the light of the fireworks, a group of figures dressed in Taoist robes leaped into the air, crossed the horse-repelling spikes tens of meters wide, and landed gently on the open space in front of the main tent of the military camp.

The person in front of the group is white and fat, wearing a purple robe, it is Yue Dewen who just came from Xuehong Pavilion.

Just as he landed, his eyes flickered slightly, and a severe dizziness flashed through his mind, and he almost lost his footing.

But no one noticed, and even if they noticed, no one would believe that Yue Dewen, the number one master in the world, the leader of the Taoist sect, and the head teacher of the Taoist sect, would almost lose his balance when he landed.

Looking up at the river in the distance, a flash of understanding flashed in Yue Dewen's eyes.

"It's a good plan, it's really time to come."

Don't come early, don't come late, but when he was plotted against by black hands, he attacked when he was fighting to the death alone with the sons of the two gods and Buddhas in the Dimu Temple, which was isolated from everything.

Now he is still entangled by the two gods and Buddhas, but he has no choice but to take action to suppress the situation.

I'm afraid it's really troublesome this time

(end of this chapter)