My Taoist Career

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... Several lamas followed behind him, and I recognized one of them. Do your best to search for Chen Chengyi's people.

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 he followed Yang Sheng together, circling around the altar, commanding and talking What?

It has nothing to do with all the tragic things on the battlefield.

Yeah, what do they care about?This group of people who participated in the hand-to-hand combat are just half-corpse people created by Yang Sheng... Even if the price is high, it can still be measured by material...

Without a growth process, without painstaking efforts to water it, without accompanying it all the way with emotion...then it will only be a pity and not cherish...because these are the things that cannot be measured.

Yang Sheng's performance couldn't be more normal... Unlike me, seeing every brave person rushing forward spilling blood on the battlefield, my heart would twitch.

The battle is still going on silently... If you are not in it, you can't understand the tragedy at all... The warriors headed by Uncle Hui here, the half-corpse elites who originally corresponded to Yang Sheng in terms of numbers, are at a disadvantage. After all, there are only a hundred people, corresponding to hundreds of half-corpse people... They are almost surrounded.

And for these monsters, the pain sensation has almost disappeared... Their strong metabolism allows their injuries to heal extremely quickly... Coupled with their infinite strength, there is no advantage at all in colliding with flesh and blood.

What is the only support?It can only be the Tao that is firmly in the heart, the endless courage generated by that belief...

The pictures are like freeze frames one by one... Like the slow motion in the movie, it is heart-piercing and painful, but it cannot be avoided...

A bodybuilder with a beard...drenched in blood rushed over...four or five half-corpse men surrounded him in an instant, and their fists rained down on him...on one side of him Gritting his teeth to endure, blood slipped from the corner of his mouth... But at this moment, he still refused to let go of the half-corpse man caught in his hand... Embracing the madness of dying together, he slammed his head against it ...

Not far from him, there was a relatively young monk... He fell to the ground, facing the siege of seven or eight half-corpse people... Feet kept stepping on him... He grabbed one of the feet, pulled him to the ground... wrapped his body around him... and raised his fist...

I don't know where to place my gaze... All the scenes are like this, the heroism of sacrificing one's life... It's like one punch is thrown, and the next punch will never have a chance... Silent, oppressive... the struggle of life...

I saw Uncle Hui, who was at the forefront, shouting something in a low voice... It seems that if you kill one more, you will have an extra chance...

At this time, I care about how many enemies have died, and I have a few more chances... At this time, I don't care about it the most, because I remember everything, but I forget my own life.. .

Everyone in Yizimai began to get busy...the art of turning injuries began to run non-stop...the clay figures in front of everyone began to crack more and more...I saw every one of Yizimai People's faces began to turn pale... In fact, if I remember correctly, the price of this healing technique is lifespan!

And under the protection of the second vein of life and divination, the damage was slightly reduced...after all, it was a fight to defend the way...under the seemingly ruthless rules of the way of heaven, there was a little more mercy in it.

In this interlocking and mutually reinforcing protection... Let the warriors like Uncle Hui, although tragic... But up to now, no one has truly fallen down. This white spear is alive and well. Blocking the attack of Yang Sheng's half-corpse men...

On the contrary, Yang Sheng's group of people fell down. I don't know how many... On the snowy ground mixed with white and bright red... All the corpses of these half-corpse people...

In the first collision, it seemed that we had all the advantages... But judging from the serious expression of the old master... our victory was not so easy, and anyone with a discerning eye knows... If we continue, sacrifices are inevitable ...despite being mentally prepared...

However, does psychological preparation mean no pain?

Judging from the arrangement of the battlefield... the old leader is exceptionally good... he is not only a master of public affairs, but also an excellent tactician... presumably the rise of the Xueshan lineage also experienced a lot Such a tactical inheritance can only be achieved after a few bloody storms... Careful and meticulous, counting all the details...

But even if I don't understand these tactics, I understand that this is just the beginning... Although the old master is calm, he can feel his burden from his seriousness.

Sure enough... Over there, the people on Yang Sheng's side didn't make any progress, which aroused Wu Tian's dissatisfaction... He rode on a war horse and snorted coldly... At this time, several people surrounded him Ten cultivators don't know what to do.

And Yang Sheng, who has been concerned about the progress of the altar, finally noticed this side... He turned around, nodded towards Wu Tian, ​​and suddenly shouted towards the half-corpse man fighting on the battlefield: "Second plan."

What is the second plan, just a few simple words... My heart suddenly became heavy... I stared at the battlefield closely. At this moment, I saw Yang Sheng's people suddenly stop attacking, but One by one, they took out a small bottle from their pockets...

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?

'Crackling' 'cracking' is the sound of small bottles breaking...not being thrown to the ground, but crushed by Yang Sheng's subordinates...I don't know what is in the small bottles What kind of liquid... After Yang Sheng's subordinate drank it, there was such a violent reaction!

In a short time, Uncle Hui and the others only had time to stop a dozen of Yang Sheng's subordinates...the rest drank the liquid...

"Roar..." The reaction was immediate. Immediately, one of Yang Sheng's subordinates roared like a beast... Then, he tore off the clothes on his body like scorching heat, and at the same time took off the mask on his face. mask...

It was like a chain reaction... All of Yang Sheng's subordinates had the same reaction, they frantically tore off their clothes and took off their masks...

The faces under the masks are no longer like human faces. The overgrown fangs and the shape of the canine teeth have already 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 Yang Sheng's men began to rot quickly...and then new flesh began to grow...all of a sudden, they criss-crossed and looked like extreme horror...

The canine teeth and nails are constantly growing... They screamed, as if they were in great pain, but they were powerless to stop all of this... Some were unbearable, and they were already rolling on the ground with their heads in their arms.

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 in hell suddenly, as long as they are normal people, they will There is a process of psychological acceptance!

It is true that their pain makes people feel pity... But this is the cruelest battlefield. For the sake of my own protection and persistence, this kind of pity cannot be tolerated here... I just hesitated a little, Hui Uncle waited for the warriors to rush 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 a subconscious reaction, and the speed was extremely fast, and they were able to avoid Uncle Hui and the others. fist...

Even if they couldn't avoid it, Master Hui and the others couldn't cause too much damage to these monsters... They just backed up again and again... let out a roar for no reason, but no one fell down...even It's hard to even get hurt.

Yang Sheng seemed to have expected this scene a long time ago... He just glanced at the battlefield casually, as if the victory must belong to him, and turned his head to pay attention to his altar again.

On the other hand, Wu Tian had already assembled a group of cultivators at this time... around the bloodstains left by the horses, starting with him as the leader... stepped on the steps...

I don't know what kind of results this change will bring, but looking at this earth-shattering movement...this state that cannot be broken through at all, I can't help but feel a little anxious in my heart. The people in the formation are still praying... the mysterious symbol on their foreheads gradually fades away strangely...

But what exactly does this mean?I don't know at all... I only know that because of this inexplicable blood sacrifice, even the formation of the formation has temporarily stopped...

I was inexplicably helpless... My eyes fell on the old master, but his eyes fell on the angry-eyed King Kong... He didn't look at me, but said to himself: "These They are all dead soldiers of Company A, talented orphans recruited by Company A everywhere...as a big trump card of Company A...I didn't expect to be so generous, to give Yang Sheng so much in one go. ..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 roar gradually became deeper... It was no longer the madness just now, and the part of the face that was no longer rotten also turned into that deep black , but dry... sticking to the face... there is an inexplicable sense of toughness.

Reminds me of the evolved limbs of the old wolf... the so-called strongest muscles... even the face is evolving, what about the body?I haven't watched it all the time, and it can't avoid the dazzling black.

And sharp fangs and razor-sharp nails.... I know, evolution is almost done.

"It's the most potent transformation fluid... As mentioned before, it will consume people's lives almost instantly, leaving them alive for just over an hour... If it wasn't for the dead soldiers of company A, who would drink it? What kind of liquid? They are very pitiful...but they are already irreparable. Next, there must be a tragic battle. Because..." The old master gradually stopped talking.

And in the middle of the battlefield, the warriors are still trying to bring down these monsters without giving up... But it's useless, their instinct speed is too fast... and the ability to resist blows is unbelievable... A little bit It takes effort, but it's useless. How distressing should this be?

"Because of what?" My voice began to tremble a little... I feel that I must continue to ask this question.

"Because these people are dead warriors, why are the people on our side not dead warriors? When this King Kong statue was erected...it already represented the determination to die, to bear the unbearable force with life! Knowing this King Kong, do you have a nickname in private?" The old master's voice also contained deep grief, and he finally moved his eyes away from the statue of the angry King Kong, looking at the snowy sky...

The snow at this moment has become very heavy... The hot blood fell on the snow, and it was covered by the snowflakes, and it also covered the people who were not present... Both the shoulders of me and the old head It was covered with snowflakes...I don't know why, tears began to fill my eyes...In my blurred vision, I saw the figure of Uncle Hui waving his fists vigorously.

I grieve...that voice keeps appearing in my ears: "I want to eat eggs."

How tragic is he on the battlefield at this moment?Compared with me, Hui Gen'er is much quieter... Only the dragon on his arm seems to be alive... because his muscles are trembling.

The old master's voice finally fell into my ears at this time: "His nickname is actually the Lamented King Kong...ask him to borrow strength, and he will definitely cry, you see..."

In the blurred eyes of tears, I saw that the angry-eyed King Kong who was about to come back to life before had quietly changed at this time... the eyes that should have been wide open and stared at all the evil in the world have gradually drooped ...The originally sharp eyes became extraordinarily compassionate...as if a person was about to cry.

"Of course it is benevolent. It can lend infinite power... As long as life can bear it, it can help you to wipe out the evil in the world... However, the way of heaven cannot be violated. If you use the infinite power that does not belong to you, naturally There is also a price to pay... It is impossible for the human body to bear it like this, it can only be endured by burning life force, and it will bring irreversible injuries... So, it grieves for the people who borrow it, it is called grief Tears King Kong." The old master's voice was distant, as if he was telling a story.

"No..." My tears fell again, and when they fell on my face, they changed from hot to cold...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 a person sitting at the forefront of the battlefield, with a very leisurely and calm posture, holding the familiar pipe... On the battlefield, staring at the comrade who has been with him for decades...

They kept trying to fight each other, but they didn't really fight... In fact, everyone who knows knows that they often fight together to the death.

Now, he stood in front and started the first battle... He watched him calmly.

"Master..." I clenched my fist quietly...

And at this time... Yang Sheng's subordinate finally had the first person who completed the transformation... He roared without warning, and suddenly hugged the warrior who was attacking him... Chang's nails dug right into the warrior's flesh...

Then he bit it down... He raised his head, and a splash of blood flew up... A piece of flesh and blood was torn apart...