Chapter 264: Accidents arise
despair.
The 50,000 elite warriors of the Golden Horde were trapped in deep despair. They had heard the sound of the heavy iron chains from hell. Their souls were about to be extradited to the darkest abyss by these soul-catching people. Despair brought deep fear, the deepest fear brought the most vicious curse, and the crazy curse triggered the final madness, and this crazy appearance filled their souls with restless sparks, just like the sea with lightning flashing before the storm.
They did not resist. These soldiers who were domineering in that vast territory had lost the ability and temperament of their ancestors to dominate the world. They had become a group of spoiled and habitual villains who fought for power and profit. They were no longer the noble title of Genghis Khan's descendants. Since they began to sink in that extravagant life, they were no longer the eagles on the prairie, but a group of fat old hens who were desperately thumping on the ground.
Their appearance still looks so strong and powerful, as if they are still the iron cavalry that runs the world. But in fact, their combat effectiveness is like the chastity of a little girl, and can be smashed into pieces with a light poke. Fragile and hysterical, these warriors of the Golden Horde can no longer be called warriors in such a bloody slaughterhouse. They are simply a group of little girls raised in the boudoir.
The unknown glands in the body secreted a large amount of hormones, which made their blood pressure rise and their heartbeat accelerate. They fell into the madness of epilepsy attacks. They twitched all over, twisted their faces, and widened their eyes in horror, watching Ming Jun's weapons slash fiercely towards their heads. They let out loud howls, they sobbed and begged for mercy, but none of these could be exchanged for Ming Jun's pity or their mercy. The supreme commander of the Ming Jun has ordered that all the killings will be killed, and no living person is allowed to stay. Their fate has been decided.
These soldiers of the Golden Horde who were unable to suppress the rebellion of the small country under the Western continent, faced the powerful Ming Dynasty in the east where their ancestors originated, and exposed their weakest parts to the enemy. Their failure can be regarded as the failure of the Golden Horde. A group of troops who did not know how to cooperate with friendly forces, only knew how to compete for spoils and achievements, and lost their determination to fight to the death, were destined to be annihilated.
These warriors of the Golden Horde seemed to feel the decline of their country. What finally emerged in their minds was the deep, dark despair as dark as the deepest trench on the bottom of the sea. When the sharp sword slashed into their muscles, split their bones, and brought out their vigorous vitality, the severe pain made them scream the last.
Lu Feng stopped his hand in surprise. On the other side, the kitten, who was happily killing, suddenly stopped the pace of massacre. Even the most sensitive Bai Xiaoyi noticed something was wrong, stopped his hand a little hesitantly, held his sword cautiously, and watched around blankly.
They could feel the souls of those killed, those spirits full of despair, anger, sorrow, and tyrannical murderous aura, were pulled by an unknown force, and disappeared into the ground, thrown into a deep underground, and then gathered together. Lu Feng looked at the sun hanging above his head a little hesitantly at noon, and whispered: "It's strange, are the subordinates of the King of Hell coming to attract people now? In broad daylight, those ghost messengers can't come forward."
Lu Feng looked at the land under his feet carefully. He was a little frightened to see that the grass that had been soaked in blood was slowly fading away, revealing the original black of the soil. Something was absorbing the blood from the mud, and the blood flowing from the dead soldiers was sucked in. Lu Feng quickly divided a wisp of divine thoughts and drilled into the ground. He saw an extremely strange image, and a trace of blood was twisted and drilling into the ground like earthworms in the ground. You could even see the pale souls sinking along the blood.
As if he suddenly remembered something, Lu Feng shouted loudly: "Stop, stop, surround these Tartars, don't kill them, don't kill them again." Lu Feng ran over and kicked the Ming soldiers who were so crazy and had their eyes red from their eyes, and then gave them a few whips without hesitation.
On the other side, the kitten also roared loudly: "Stop everything, don't kill again, damn, I'm telling you to stop." He punched out, and more than a dozen Ming army soldiers who were waving their machetes and were happily killing them groaned and flew out in a mess.
The man who was beaten was his subordinate.
The remaining soldiers of the 30,000 Jin Horde stood in the encirclement in a daze. They didn't know why the enemy suddenly stopped killing, and why the enemies who were still vicious just now seemed to suddenly turn back in their nests. They looked at the enemies who had killed their companions fiercely, and put down their hands blankly, looking up at the figures who knew they were generals of the Ming army at a glance. They carefully shrank inside, as if they felt that they were safe only by hiding behind their companions.
The battlefield suddenly became cold and silent, and I heard some resentful voices. Tens of thousands of corpses lay on the ground like rotten flesh, making a pungent smell of blood. Some wounded horses that could barely move were twitching on the ground, making miserable howls from time to time, adding a bit of strange aura to the battlefield that suddenly calmed down.
Zhu Di roared angrily, and the sound of mixed with his powerful internal strength rolled throughout the battlefield: "Why stop? Kill me and kill all these dirty, hateful, and lowly dog ​​bastards." In some ways, Zhu Di did inherit his father's habits very orthodox. After all, the emperors who could curse the word "dog bastards" probably would not have more than fifty emperors in history, right?
Lu Feng's body floated directly to Zhu Di, and he roared in panic: "Your Majesty, our army retreats immediately. There is underground, underground..."
Zhu Di roared: "What's under the ground? Are you big earthworms? Fuck, Lu Feng, why did you stop? Did you fuck a mare last night? Have you exhausted your strength and courage? This is the battlefield, killing all these dogs and bastards is your mission... Kill me, I don't want to see a dog standing in the Golden Horde staying here again."
Lu Feng quickly arrived beside Zhu Di, almost lay in Zhu Di's ear and roared in a low voice: "Your Majesty, someone is using very clever magic to sacrifice a kind of ghost thing that cannot be described by his ministers. We are all making wedding dresses for others. The enemies we killed, the soldiers who died in battle, their blood and souls were all sucked in." Lu Feng pulled out the Cantian Sword and pried up a piece of soil about a foot on the ground, and one piece of soil pressed down by a corpse.
Zhu Di and Zhang Yu, who was riding a horse, almost glared out his eyes. The soil was dark and fertile, but there was no blood mark or even no bloody smell. But looking at the ground, there were more than twenty corpses lying on the ground within three meters of this radius, and many people were still killed by the broken belly. According to common sense, this soil should have been soaked with the flow of blood. If you pinch it with your hands, blood will drip from the soil.
But now, what the soil emits is the fragrance that the most fertile soil should have released without any odor. Zhu Di stretched his neck and looked at the soil, and he couldn't speak. After a long time, he stuttered and asked a little stutteringly: "This... what's going on?" His eyes looked at the enemy surrounded by a little gloomy, like a shiver like a naked quail in winter, and his fingers gently flicked the blade of the broken jade knife.
Lu Feng's face looked ugly. He looked at the ground under his feet and said coldly: "Your Majesty, it seems that we have been used by these bastards. They used our soldiers to kill these damn Yuanmeng Tartars. They sucked the blood and souls of the soldiers who died on the battlefield, filled with the strongest evil spirits and dying fears, and didn't know what magic weapon to refine. In short, in this battle, we are working hard for an unknown bastard."
Zhu Di's face looked ugly. As a monarch, he could not be bullied, but it was obvious that those hiding underground fooled Zhu Di as a pig.
"Find them and kill them... I finally understand why the Narcissus was led away by someone. They had a premeditation." Cold and bingy, as if they were still carrying Bingzhazi's words, jumped out of the gap in Zhu Di's teeth. His face turned pale. These monks were so brave. They dared to tease the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, which was absolutely intolerable.
He let out a long sigh, looked at the 30,000 enemy troops in front of him who had lost their fighting spirit with a strange expression, and shouted coldly: "Put down your weapons and leave your horse, I will let you live. You are now prisoners. After discussing with your Khanate, after receiving some compensation, I will let you go back to the Golden Horde." Zhu Di's face was very calm, but the most vicious flame flashed in his eyes. He had already considered that the blood of 30,000 people should be able to completely dye the water of the Qinhuai River red.
You cannot kill these Yuan Meng's evil deeds on the grassland, and you cannot afford the hidden monk. Zhu Di claims to be a wise emperor, and he cannot let his warrior's life be spent on an unknown monk.
Looking around intently, Zhu Di waved the sword in his hand, and the Ming army slowly formed a neat team. They were not only alerting the enemies of the Golden Horde surrounded by them, but also guarding for the unknown enemy that made their generals uneasy.
The soldiers of the Golden Horde were very sensible and left their weapons behind. It was no big deal, but they just gave up resistance. They believed that the emperor of the Ming Dynasty would not make things difficult for them. Because the Ming army could massacre the compatriots of the Oirat tribe or the Tatar tribe, but the emperor of the Ming Dynasty would definitely consider the power of the Golden Horde. In any case, the Golden Horde still occupies an extremely vast territory now, and their army still retains a huge scale.
Give up resistance, and then go to the territory of the Ming Dynasty to fight. When his Khan reaches an agreement with the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, he can go home. The honor of the warriors? What is that? As for the same tribes of the Oirat tribe, well, they are from the Oirat tribe and they are from the Golden Horde, so there is no reason to work for them, right?
A trace of spiritual thought penetrated into the ground, and Lu Feng carefully pursued the source of the evil magic power. He carefully spread his spiritual thoughts to the underground centered on Zhu Di and a radius of 200 feet. No matter this, under such a strange situation, Zhu Di's safety is the most important. Lu Feng could not imagine whether Zhu Di's newly ascended throne would be able to deal with the monk Daoyan. You should know that in the minds of Zhu Di's direct officials of the Prince Yan's Mansion, most of the court officials today, Monk Daoyan's weight is much stronger than Zhu Xi.
When he did not have enough confidence to fight with Monk Daoyan in secret, Zhu Di must not die. God knows that there is a powerful force behind him and has lost Zhu Di's pressure. What kind of actions will they do? "Perhaps, Monk Daoyan and others have begun to think about killing the emperor?" Lu Feng was shocked by this idea. Monk Daoyan and others are not so stupid, right? Why do you say that Zhu Di still trusts him very much?
Just as Lu Feng was mumbling, while Zhu Di was looking at Lu Feng's serious face while accepting the surrender of the Golden Horde Army, a cold, cold and dead spirit that was filled with death harshly collided with the divine thoughts released by Lu Feng. Lu Feng screamed in a "ah" and jumped up pale and was more than ten feet high, then fell heavily on the ground. The power was very strong, at least ten times stronger than Lu Feng. Lu Feng released the divine thoughts underground to investigate and were swallowed up without any room to resist. The divine thoughts also released a fierce fluctuation, which hit Lu Feng's purple palace Yuanying hard.
There was a trace of blood hanging on the corner of his mouth, and Lu Feng sneered sinisterly. He was sure that the guy who hurt him with a strange method must have felt bad. His Nascent Soul was very powerful. Perhaps among all the monks, Lu Feng's Nascent Soul was the most powerful. After all, his Nascent Soul absorbed the essence obtained by Xia Jie's hard work for thousands of years. The guy swallowed the divine thoughts released by Lu Feng, which was enough to give Lu Feng a heavy blow, but he shouldn't follow Lu Feng's divine thoughts to attack his Nascent Soul.
Under the control of the Nascent Soul, the Immortal Sword slashed the black divine soul into the purple palace sea of ​​consciousness. I guess the Nascent Soul of that person was also greatly shocked, and no one pleased him.
However, now is not the time to think about this, Lu Feng shouted loudly: "Enemma, be careful, a monk attacks us." He squinted his eyes, and his eyes flashed with a strange light, and he used all his magic power, and shouted in a deep voice: "Chi... 小... 小." Two palms with slightly black light flashed hard on the ground.
Compared with Lu Feng's own magic power, the palm he slashed on the ground could only explode a large hole in a radius of dozens of feet. However, using the spells of the witch clan, the chaotic Yuan power he condensed controlled the land about five miles and three miles deep. With a "buzzing", the soldiers on the battlefield felt their legs soft, as if the ground suddenly sank a foot.
Indeed, the ground suddenly fell by one foot, because such a large piece of land was compressed by Lu Feng's powerful mana. The Right Saint, who were doing the underground cave, was very happy. The entire cave walls rushed over from all directions. There was a strange black light flashing on the cave wall, and it rushed over with a shrill cry. The Right Saint, who had just been shocked by Lu Feng's Yuanying's recoil, had no time to stop it. Dozens of people were squeezed together in such a mess, and the outermost gods even made the sound of bone breaking.
The Right Saint was so angry that his whole body was trembling. He could feel the huge pressure from the human body from all directions. He could not have imagined that Lu Feng had used such a "vicious" method to deal with him. He knew that several gods under his subordinates had not had high moral conduct. The reason why they were able to get this title was because of their deceitful mind and vicious hearts. Therefore, the sound of bone breakage that he heard just now must have his own confidant subordinates being squeezed into pieces of meat.
"Damn bastard, younger generation, dare you be rude to this saint like this?" The right saint's right hand pushed out a black light, which broke through the land of a hundred feet thick and shot high into the sky. Various lights flashed, and all the people who could move and rushed out with flying swords. The red eyes were so angry that they stared at Lu Feng who was still pinching the magic tricks in his hands. The right saint opened his mouth, and a ball of light with a pungent smell of blood and countless sharp ghost howlings shot towards Lu Feng carefully.
After the "Wan Po Pearl" hit the human body, it can instantly suck out all the essence of the person. The Right Saint no longer cares about the fact that Lu Feng is a subordinate of Yuan Sheng, and he wants to kill Lu Feng to vent his anger. He firmly believes that as long as he can accomplish "that thing", killing a few pawns such as Lu Feng and Monk Daoyan is not a big deal.
A blue light flashed in Lu Feng's eyes, and then his eyes immediately turned into a miserable green. He raised all the magic power in his body, and the Yuanying Emperor's Immortal Sword turned into a golden light and rushed out. The blood light put too much pressure on him. When he was more than ten feet away from his body, all the essence in his body was ready to move and almost flew out of his body. Unable to let this ghost thing approach, Lu Feng instinctively used his strongest attack.
Zhu Di and the others exclaimed, and the smell of blood spread, and the hundreds of thousands of troops present almost softened at the same time. The pungent smell of blood was too strong, as thick as a sticky liquid. The person who was shrouded in the smell of blood took a breath, as if a large amount of blood was inhaled from his nose. The person who was not very strong fainted almost immediately on the ground.
A white light shot from the distant northeastern sky. Shui Yuanzi's rapid voice shouted: "Boy, you're desperate. Do you use your soul to deal with this thing? Are you crazy?" In the air, the white figure flashed a few times in a row. Shui Yuanzi rushed to the side of Lu Feng's Nascent Soul and kicked Lu Feng's Nascent Soul like a kick. Lu Feng was hit hard by thunder, and his mouth squirted out blood, and the Nascent Soul flew back to his body crookedly.
A white light flashed in Shui Yuanzi's eyes, and his right hand swung heavily from bottom to top, and an arc-shaped white light shot out quickly. The "Wan Po Bead" was blocked by the arc-shaped white light and stopped in the air for a moment. Then the white light suddenly turned into countless sharp conical ice cubes, and it was pierced desperately. Those ice cubes contained extremely pure innate water essence spiritual energy, and the vitality of vitality dispelled the blood and fierce souls.
The Right Saint was stunned for a moment, and he raised his hand and wanted to take back the Wanpo Bead. He had already felt that the spiritual power released by the Wanpo Bead was getting weaker and weaker. If this continues, he made a careful arrangement and finally made the Wanpo Bead that the two armies fought for most of the day before they got.
But he immediately regretted it. When Shui Yuanzi took advantage of the moment when he recycled the Wanpo Pearl, the Right Saint immediately regretted it. The hippie and smiling Shui Yuanzi's eyes were so terrifying and so scary at this moment. A white flying knife with a barb, but a middle finger-sized white flying knife gently rubbed the right Saint's belly, brought up a series of blood springs and quickly drilled into the right Saint's body.
"Papapapapapa", the right sage roared, and he felt a sensation of cold and cold energy rushing into his navel like a pendant. He looked at the young man in front of him who easily seriously injured him. With his palms closed, a heavy thunder bombarded his chest.
"Boom", the right sage was about a foot-sized hole in the stomach. The flying knife, the flying knife that had turned into blood-red, and three or five kilograms of meat, was blown out. The right sage screamed and waved a bright blood light with his right hand. The dense blood light that looked like a sea wave actually staggered Shui Yuanzi. Shui Yuanzi was not careful for a moment and could only watch the blood light of the right sage rolled all his subordinates out. In a flash, the dazzling blood light had disappeared without a trace.
"Well, Chiyou Banner, it's actually in his hands. No wonder he can escape from his grandfather." Shui Yuanzi touched his chin and tilted his head to ponder: "But, Chiyou Banner should have been pierced, but now it seems that it has recovered half of its spiritual power... How many souls have this damn bastard used to repair it."
The white light in the air was slapped a few times, and the Wanpo Bead was wiped out completely. Shui Yuanzi slowly landed on the ground and smiled bitterly at Lu Feng helplessly: "I don't know how God will settle the score with me then. I ruined this evil thing and saved so many people present, but those tens of thousands of ghosts have no chance of reincarnation."
Lu Feng smiled faintly, God? He didn't know what God was.
On the other side, Zhu Di had already waved his sword and shouted with great enthusiasm: "The men of the Ming Dynasty have been eliminated, and all the soldiers should fight hard to kill the enemy and break through the Wulandui."
A roar sounded as if a huge wave slapped hard into the remaining battle formation of the Golden Horde, rolling them up to pieces.
More than 200,000 elite Ming troops roared and killed towards the Ulan Duijuan. This time, Zhu Di was preparing to completely solve the problem of the Yuan Meng people. But at this moment, dozens of fast horses came on the rushing horses, and the Tenglong secret spy in red roared loudly: "Your Majesty, I'm sorry."
Chapter completed!