The Strongest Simulator In the Sky

"Warriors of the Holy Mountain, for the glory of the Holy Mountain, charge with me..."

Kurtut stared coldly at Ling Tian who was approaching at high speed in the distance, tied up the animal skin, let out a violent roar, and then rushed out like a tank.

Shamans specialize in the body, and this Kurtut is the envoy of the holy mountain of shamanism in this period, and his cultivation level is the highest in the entire shamanism. When he charges now, his aura is indeed terrifying.

Coupled with the ordinary shamans who followed Kurtut's charge, at this moment, it was as amazing as the Yellow River flooding and the sea tsunami.

When they ran, they could obviously feel the ground shaking, as if they were not running a group of people, but a group of tyrannosaurus rex.

Behind, Batu Monk looked at a group of charging shamans with satisfaction. After more than two hundred years, the power of shamans has definitely not recovered to its heyday.

In fact, if any sect is killed and almost exterminated, a lot of exercises will be lost, and Shamanism is no exception.

For more than two hundred years, shamanism has been more concerned with recovering lost exercises and thinking about ways to deal with it based on the power demonstrated by Taoism back then.

However, no matter what, the power of the current shamanism has indeed become stronger again, strong enough to help Batu Monk suppress the entire grassland.

Batu Mengke also believed that with Kurtut's power, Ling Tian could definitely be destroyed.

Up and down the city wall, Yang Tinghe and many Ming officials, along with Batu Mengke, watched Kurtut and many shamans charge towards Ling Tian.

Outside the capital, on the vast plain, Kurtut and many shamans finally collided with Ling Tian.

It was like a group of armored chariots colliding violently, and like a group of violent tyrannosaurs colliding violently, suddenly, the sky was full of dust and smoke.

In the sky full of dust and smoke, many shamans began to scatter quickly following Kurtut's command, encircling Ling Tian like the oldest hunting on the prairie.

The shaman, who specializes in the body, is encircled at the moment, without too many skills, only the purest rage.

Ling Tian caught in the siege of these shamans was like a prey surrounded by countless wild beasts, and it seemed that there was no way to escape.

Driven into a desperate situation, Ling Tian seemed to have no choice but to go all out, waving his arms to greet those shamans.

Fight pure power with shaman.

Up and down the city wall, not only those who knew the true meaning of the shaman's power, even those who saw Kurtut leading the shaman charge just now couldn't help smiling or couldn't bear it.

Yang Tinghe, those officials, Batu Mengke and others were delighted that Ling Tian was going to lose, while the defenders on the city wall couldn't bear the death of the reinforcements sent by Zhu Houzhao.

At this moment, no one obviously thinks that Ling Tian is still alive.

However, just when everyone thought that Ling Tian was bound to die, suddenly, a shaman who was facing Ling Tian was sent flying by Ling Tian's punch.

"This is impossible……"

Unbelievable shouts roared from the mouths of countless people above and below the city wall.

On the plain, Kurtut's eyes froze for a moment. As the leader of the holy mountain shaman in this period, Kurtut really couldn't accept that the shaman's accumulation of more than two hundred years was just this end.

"For the glory of the Holy Mountain, fight to the death..."

A furious roar came out of Kurtut's mouth, and the head shaman of the holy mountain had a crazy look in his eyes. He really couldn't accept the shaman's failure again.

The attacks of many shamans became even more frenzied. Following Kurtut's roar, a group of shamans quickly gathered and rushed towards Ling Tian like desperate beasts.

Under the madness, the attacks of these shamans became extremely tyrannical, completely disregarding their own life and death.

Tyrannical, crazy, cruel, bloodthirsty...

Even looking at the group of shamans across the city wall far away, everyone couldn't help but feel a chill.

However, this creepy feeling has not dissipated, and suddenly, another shaman flew out.

Among a group of shamans, Ling Tian was even crazier than the crazy shamans, equally tyrannical, without any defense, purely attacking against attacking.

However, Ling Tian didn't feel anything when the shaman hit him. He counterattacked, and as long as he was hit, the shaman would definitely fly out.

It seems that Ling Tian is a shaman who specializes in body training, while those shamans are warriors who play skills.

In a short time, all the shaman surrounding Ling Tian flew out, but Kurtut insisted on exchanging a few moves with Ling Tian and remained where he was.

"This is impossible……"

Almost sluggish words spit out from Kurtut's mouth continuously, he swung his fists quickly, and slammed towards Ling Tian frantically.

At this time, Kurtut was not so much fighting as he was stubbornly refusing to fall because of unwillingness.

However, when there are only Kurtut left among the many shamans, there is really no threat to Ling Tian.

The figure swayed slightly, Ling Tian suddenly disappeared in front of Kurtut, and suddenly lost his target, Kurtut, who was already a little sluggish, was stunned.

Immediately afterwards, as if sensing something, Kurtut turned back abruptly.

However, as soon as the figure moved, suddenly, an offensive like a violent storm swept around Kurtut crazily.

In terms of physical strength, Ling Tian is better than most shamans, but not necessarily better than Kurtut, but in terms of speed, Ling Tian can already claim to be unparalleled in the world by cultivating Sunflower to an incomparable level.

One punch, ten punches, one hundred punches...

No one could count how many punches Ling Tian had punched in an instant, but Kurtut could only see his whole body trembling, slowly turning into a cloud of blood-red smoke.

Looking from afar, Kurtut seemed to have been blown away by Ling Tian.

Horror, Thriller...

No one could explain how they felt right now. From Yang Tinghe to Batu Mengke, from the officials of Ming Dynasty to the Tatar cavalry, everyone's body trembled slightly.

There was an instant silence on the city wall.

"Long live, long live..."

I don't know how long it took, but finally, the defenders on the city wall began to cheer excitedly.

At this time, only these ordinary soldiers who didn't think too much and stood side by side with Ling Tiansheng could recover their senses.

And with the cheers of these ordinary soldiers, the eyes of Yang Tinghe and others also began to fluctuate. They are the most honorable group of people in Ming Dynasty. Kill the nine clans.

At this moment, Yang Tinghe was thinking about how to deal with Ling Tian, ​​whether he had a chance to deal with Ling Tian, ​​or whether he should run away, while the other officials were thinking about whether they could deal with it, or whether they should sell Yang Tinghe and return to the embrace of Emperor Zhengde.

On the plain, Ling Tian didn't think too much. After killing the shaman, Ling Tian took another step towards Batu Monk's position and ran wildly again.

His mission this time is to destroy Batu Mengke first, then Yang Tinghe and the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty.