I have Futian in my heart

Chapter 558 Reinforcement
Forty-eight loaded scythes exploded... Now the price of scythes among the night watchmen has increased.Because Zheng Xiaoming consumed too much!

Zheng Xiaoming has also considered lighters, or other similar functional loaders.

The reason why it is useless is that the price of lighters is relatively high... The more complicated the technology, the more technical things are, the harder it is to produce in the imaginary world, and the more expensive they will be!
This seems to be because the more complex the product of technology, the more difficult it is for ordinary people to understand it in detail.It is even more difficult to manifest in the virtual world.

Of course, these are gossip, not important.

The important thing now is that Zheng Xiaoming blasted out forty-eight fireballs in one breath under the branch.

The ghost filled the black mist in front of him, and instantly turned it into a shield, blocking more than ten fireballs in front of him.Then it was blown away...

Although the mental strength of this ghost general is not weaker than Zheng Xiaoming, it may even be much stronger.

However, fighting is not just about strength.

This ghost general is an old-school figure from the Fuzhou royal family, and he has been dead for at least two hundred years.

The advanced spells, and even the mage transfer system, have only been developed in the past [-] to [-] years.

And Zheng Xiaoming's Infinite Brightness is said to be a supernatural power, but it has already integrated the night watchman's magic system, which is even more powerful.

It's not something this old guy can compete with.

More than a dozen fireballs blasted it out, but before it landed, another series of fireballs blasted out one after another.

If all forty-eight fireballs hit him, it would be enough to turn this ghost general into scum... No, no scum will be left!
However, the moment it landed, the ghost instantly disappeared into the ground.

Another five or six fireballs blasted past, but they could only land in the open space!
Under Zheng Xiaoming's control, the remaining fireballs stopped instantly, changed direction, and blasted towards the other officers of the army of living corpses, causing them to be in a panic.

But it seems that none of them were actually blown to pieces by the fireball!
Without him, if these fireballs are dispersed, it will be difficult to cause heavy damage to these powerful zombie officers.

However, after successfully creating chaos, the golden-eyed soul-eaters brought all five cannons to Zheng Xiaoming's blessed land.

These are all good things!Hard to buy with money!
Almost enough to be worth the loss of those golden-eyed soul-eaters!
However, at this moment, Zheng Xiaoming's feet suddenly softened, as if the ground under his feet suddenly turned into a trap, trying to throw him down.

However, in an instant, Zheng Xiaoming stomped his foot on the ground, and his supernatural powers of virtue and carrying things were activated.

The originally blurred ground became solid again, so the falling figure regained its firm footing.On the contrary, a black shadow sprang out from the ground amidst screams, and flew away like a cloud of smoke.

"If you want to leave, leave it to me!" In an instant, forty-eight fireballs condensed and blasted towards the fleeing black shadow in one breath.

Poor that black shadow only caught five fireballs before it was blown up into blue smoke and dissipated.

For the remaining fireballs, Zheng Xiaoming was about to change his target...suddenly felt exhausted.This is too short a period of time, to cast the infinite light twice in a row.The reason for the excessive consumption of mental power!

Forty-eight fireballs are not just twice as many as twenty-four fireballs.For a short sprint, the faster the speed, the greater the power consumed.

Forty-eight fireballs are released in an instant, and the consumption of mental power is more than twice that of twenty-four.So much so that Zheng Xiaoming's powerful mental power could not be recovered.

So with a thought in his mind, all the fireballs dissipated again...

Because at this time, those yellow turban wrestlers from Cuiwei Mountain Taoists had already killed them!
Reinforcements are here!

Why do you have to be brave alone?

Seeing those yellow turban wrestlers rushing towards him, Zheng Xiaoming said loudly: "Don't worry about me, first eliminate those zombie soldiers..."

Money can pass through the mind, but if Zheng Xiaoming can't transform those living corpses into his soldiers and horses, then it won't take long for them to wake up from the madness and chaos of money.

We must get rid of these army of living corpses while they are still crazy!
The yellow turban wrestlers heard Zheng Xiaoming's yell, and immediately turned around, and rushed towards the zombies. They blew a strong wind, like clusters of khaki tornadoes, and threw the armored corpse soldiers away. God, or directly torn in two.

More than a dozen huge tornadoes killed hundreds of zombie troops in the blink of an eye.

But compared to the tens of thousands of the entire army of living corpses, this is really not a lot of numbers.

Relying on these yellow turban wrestlers alone, the speed of killing these living corpses is a bit too slow.

There is a saying that even [-] pigs can't be caught in three days, right?
Anyway, relying on these yellow turban fighters, it is difficult to completely eliminate the zombie troops before their madness and chaos subside.

Even if the gate of Xiayang City has been opened, the defenders of Xiayang City have seized the opportunity to rush out!
Zheng Xiaoming greeted them, and the remaining [-] golden-eyed soul-eaters rushed towards the army of living corpses in the same way.

In terms of rank, of course these yellow turban wrestlers are high.These yellow turban wrestlers are at least level five!
But there are enough golden-eyed soul-eating birds!
Even if one hundred fifty or sixty were lost just now, there are still more than three hundred and thirty left.

They deal with these large numbers, but the low-level zombie soldiers are still very efficient.

Wherever they passed, a mouthful of soul-eating fire spewed out, and three or five living corpse soldiers were lit into torches.

Their only disadvantage is that under the flames of these soul-eating birds, they often burn everything together, and it is difficult to keep the spoils!

The soul-devouring flame will burn the expensive armor on these zombie soldiers to ashes together.

You must know that the price of defensive imaginary objects has always been higher than that of offensive cold weapons, and it is much higher!

Even the armor with a defensive power of at most three to five points on these living corpses costs tens of millions of demon hunting coins...

Not to mention the armor equipped on the army of tens of thousands of living corpses!

That's a lot of money!
It is the painstaking savings of the royal family of Fuzhou for hundreds of years.

But now they are all reduced to ashes under the incineration of the soul-devouring flame, which is really heartbreaking.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of zombie soldiers were finished!
The generals of the zombie army and the officers at all levels watched this scene with tearful eyes.No longer caring about running here to snipe and kill Zheng Xiaoming, but went back to rescue his subordinates!
The living corpse army of the Fuzhou Wang family is strong enough, there are not a few masters at the fifth or sixth level, seven or eighth level, or even more than ten levels.

They rushed back, turned into gusts of black wind, and rushed towards the golden-eyed soul-eating bird and those yellow scarf warriors.

Immediately stabilized the situation...

(End of this chapter)