Yipin Danxian

Chapter 682 The Conscience of Heaven and Earth
After losing hundreds of soul soldier skeletons and more than a dozen flame stone men, the two attack roads were finally broken, and the army rushed along the passage, rushed into the dense fighting, entangled and fought hand-to-hand.

Facing the roaring and spewing fire of Fudou at close range, bad luck happened frequently and extremely intensively.

The skeleton soul soldier raised his spear to stab the black dog facing him, but the rear end of the spear pierced his companion's eye socket...

The rain of arrows shot down from the gable wall fell on the heads of our own brigade for no reason...

When the chariot sprints, the wheels often fall off...

The flames of the flame giants often burn their own families together
If it wasn't for the skeleton soul soldiers, if it wasn't for the flame stone man, if it wasn't for the strong control of Zhang Zijin and the skeleton patriarch, the army would have been messed up long ago, so how dare they charge forward?

Although chaotic, he still rushed over, getting more and more entangled with the black dog.

Sure enough, as Zhang Zijin expected, the two sides fought in a melee, and all kinds of inexplicable disasters encountered by the army affected Fudou.

After a skeleton soul pawn is accidentally killed by one's own side, it is easy to poke into the body of the black dog with the waving blade before it dies; an overturned chariot is naturally easy to injure several black dogs; The bows and arrows on the gable wall shot indiscriminately, and in this way, they shot and killed a large number of black dogs.

This is the tactic of exchanging losses.

Both Zhang Zijin and the Skull Patriarch were urging the army to fight hard, and of course they would not let Wu Sheng do nothing.

Zhang Zijin commanded: "Xiaoyou Sun, the realm of disaster fighting is the realm of hating fire, and its master is the realm of hating fire. Its shape is similar to that of a black dog of disaster fighting, but instead of breathing out fire, it eats fire. This is the master of disaster fighting." , find it, shoot it when you see it, and you will win if you shoot it to death!"

Wu Sheng shouted: "Understood, but I haven't seen it yet!"

The skeleton ancestor also said loudly: "Urge your army to rush over, what are you doing inside the wall? If you lose this battle, everyone will die together!"

Although Wu Sheng's army was waiting by the side, they were also affected by the fire. They were injured a lot by inexplicable flying stones and arrows, and some frightened demon deer and demon pigs rushed in for a while, faintly unstable like.

Urged by Zhang Zijin and the Skeleton Patriarch, Wu Sheng also released the army, and rushed into the fight along the two gable passages that were smashed open.

With the deepening of the war, Wu Sheng also saw some signs.The fighting power of the Black Dog itself is not strong, even compared to its own demon deer and demon pigs, it is actually not much stronger. In a real face-to-face fight, the Allied Forces of the Three Realms should be a sure win. So the casualties were much higher than the opponent's, mainly due to the impact of the fire, but wherever the fire affected, all kinds of unlucky things happened intensively, the so-called killing [-] enemies and injuring three thousand, that was really self-injury!

If the exchange continues like this, it will naturally suffer a big loss. The skeleton ancestor's army of soul soldiers is worth it. The huge number of 200,000 can last for a while.Even Wu Sheng's snakes, rats, deer, and pigs are not a big deal if they are lost. They are all viable things, and it will be very easy to make up for them in the future.

But Zhang Zijin couldn't bear such a big loss. Every one of his flame stone figures was the essence of underground magma, and they couldn't conceive without the fire. These three or four thousand people had accumulated a full Jiazi, and each of them was worth a thousand dollars. It takes nine years of hard work to be born, and the strength of a single round is stronger than the other. Today, it is spent here for nothing, and it is indescribably distressing.

At that moment, he didn't dare to hesitate, and immediately took out the Eight Diagrams Pure Yang Stove. The materials for refining the poisonous smoke had already been prepared in the furnace, and now he only needed to light the fire.

As soon as the fire was ignited, the poisonous smoke floated out immediately, and another gust of cross wind blew in, but the direction changed.

This alchemy furnace is quite mysterious, and the poisonous smoke produced is extremely domineering, directly suppressing the consciousness and sapping spirituality. Although our own team is full of skeleton soul soldiers and flaming stone men, they are still hit by the poisonous smoke. The piece quickly fell to the ground.

The sleeves of Zhang Zijin's robe fluttered, and he used his true energy to stir up the strong wind, resisting the wind, and only then reversed the direction of the poisonous smoke.He simply floated down from the gable wall, flew directly above the battlefield, and entered the fire-hating world.

As soon as he entered, he felt that his cultivation had dropped significantly. The exercises that were easy to use at first were extremely difficult here, and every time he went forward a few feet, it became more difficult. Make him fall to the ground, unable to fly again.

When entering each other's enchantment, the realm of cultivation would be strongly suppressed. Zhang Zijin had expected this, but the suppression of cultivation in the fire-hating realm was twice as strong as that of the realms he had experienced before. unexpected.In addition to the strong suppression of the realm, all kinds of bad luck happened to him immediately. When he fell from the air, he fell into a stream of quicksand on the spot and died directly.

Of course, this small setback did not bother Zhang Zijin, he quickly rushed out of the quicksand and killed dozens of black dogs that surrounded him.But what followed were all kinds of instruments, boulders, even arrows, flames, etc. flying across the battlefield, all of which were inexplicably and coincidentally smashed towards Zhang Zijin.

These attacks are of course not harmful to Zhang Zijin, even if his cultivation level has been greatly suppressed, it is impossible for him to be injured by these things. A flaming Taiji light and shadow was formed behind him, blocking almost all accidents.

But an even bigger accident came in a blink of an eye—the huge sky ghost of the Skeleton Patriarch was in the group of woe fighters, violently wielding the five forks of the wretch ghost. More than a dozen skeleton soul soldiers were swept into meat and bones.But after this fork went down, the five forks came out inexplicably and flew straight to Zhang Zijin.

Zhang Zijin's Flame Taiji light and shadow forcibly blocked the five-pointed fork, and while protecting Zhang Zijin, he was also a little unstable by the violent blow.

The skeleton patriarch sensed something was wrong in the distance, and hastily retracted the five-pronged fork into the palm of the ghost, calling out, "Sorry."

Naturally, Zhang Zijin didn't mean to blame him, he just tried his best to drive the poisonous smoke, and at the same time wiped out the besieging black dogs.

But soon, he was illuminated by the Yinfeng Lonely Soul Lamp sacrificed by the Skeleton Patriarch again, and his true essence flew away quickly.

Then, it was the second release of the five-fork
Even his own flame stone man came to join in the fun.
The sky was faintly white, there was the sound of a rooster crowing, and a sharp white light suddenly struck Zhang Zijin. It was the first time Wu Sheng made a move, and he used Fang Baijian to assist in the battle!

Fang Baijian was also blocked by Zhang Zijin's Tai Chi flame, but at this moment, Zhang Zijin consumed a huge amount of real energy, and he was in the fire-hating world, so his own cultivation was suppressed, and Fang Baijian ruthlessly suppressed him. After a sharp sword strike, there was a sign of dissipating immediately.

This sword was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. Zhang Zijin was injured on the spot, unable to hold on in the fire-hating world, fled back in embarrassment, and glared at Wu Sheng panting.

Wu Sheng was extremely sorry: "Daozhang Zhang, the conscience of heaven and earth, it was really not you who killed Sun!"

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