Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 295 Crazy Corpse
The moment of disaster.

The tribe where Wang Ting is located is just like the day before, the slave trader shouted loudly, making it as noisy as a market, and the guards of Wang Ting outside the tribe saw a figure running from a distance, so fast that they hadn't turned back yet. God has come before you.

"Stop!"

"High Priest?!"

Without any answer, the running burly figure slammed into the two of them, and the stabbing spear. The moment of contact, the long soldier broke and was thrown into the air. The guard soldier's bone was shattered, spurting blood and knocking the other soldiers behind him down together. Flying to the camp behind, Qiqi fell to the ground and rolled several times.

The herdsmen passing by stopped and looked at the soldiers who rolled to the ground with their mouths slightly open.

The Yuejie boy holding the two lambs stared blankly at the soldier coughing up blood at his feet, and slowly raised his face. In his eyes, the figure with his back to the setting sun covered the child's face with a shadow. Watching the tall body like a hill bend down, lift up the twitching soldier on the ground, slowly open his mouth, a pair of thick fangs pierced into the soldier's neck, and blood gushed out.

At this moment, the child's dull eyes gradually turned into horror and fear, and the two lambs held in his hands pulled him in horror, struggling to drag him in another direction.

"Roar!"

After drinking the blood, Hun Xie's eyes were no longer cloudy, and there was a faint bloody light. He dropped the corpse in his hand and roared towards the sky, startling the flying birds to rush into the red glow.

Only then did the surrounding herdsmen react, screaming and running around.

The chaos in one corner did not affect the prosperity of the royal court. Hu merchants selling goods from the Western Regions and slave hunters who sold slaves were negotiating the final price with the guests. When the chaos spread, the bargaining guests turned their heads subconsciously and looked away. Becoming horrified, he turned and ran away, leaving behind the Hu merchants from the Western Regions who were still bargaining.

"Don't go, the price is still negotiable..."

Before Hu Shang finished speaking, he felt a chill, and many people around him ran over like crazy. He hurriedly turned around, and what caught his eyes was an old man who was swayed like a broken puppet. Throwing it on the ground, he looked down and saw that the old man's neck was bloody and bloody, and a shadow suddenly covered it, and his vision was overcast. Hu Shang raised his gaze and swallowed a mouthful of water. Lifted into the air from the ground, he was directly bitten on the neck, screaming in pain, while his limbs were twitching crazily.

Seeing this scene, the male and female slaves in the cage were so frightened that they slapped the fence frantically and wanted to rush out. However, what greeted them was the attracted Hunxie. The thick wooden fence was like paper, which is an understatement It was broken by him, and the bluish-black body got into it directly.

The entire cage was swinging back and forth in the shaking of the car body, the slave squeezed inside screamed, and blood poured out crazily, flowing along the fence.

At this time, the guards of the royal court in the tribe came in groups, and what they saw was a scene that almost made them sick. A large number of corpses of slaves from the Western Regions piled up, their flesh and blood became a pool, and their organs flowed out. It was impossible to tell who was who. that's it.

Behind the flesh and blood, there was Hun Xie, who was lying on the ground, licking and biting, raised his face with blood on his face, and looked at the soldiers who surrounded him tremblingly.

Someone saw the blood-stained face and couldn't help shouting: "High Priest!", but Hun Xie over there was already dead, and the one in front of them was just a zombie.

Hun Xie slowly stood up from the pile of corpses, raised his hand and shattered the fence, and the moment he stepped off the truck, he pushed forward like a chariot against dozens of thorns. The spear, forcibly hit the crowd.

Fractures, stumps, screams, bloody blood in an instant——

……

"what?!"

Baker listened to the report outside the door, and the fat body that had just lay down suddenly got up again, the fat all over his body was shaking, and he followed the guards downstairs quickly with the sound of heavy footsteps, and came to the hall. All the military officials and nobles, big and small, came back one after another, and layers of soldiers from the king's tent had already been deployed at the tent.

"Have you all seen it clearly? That bloodthirsty and meat-eating monster is really the high priest?" As soon as Baker took his seat, he asked the minister who knew the situation outside to report.

"Khan, it is indeed the high priest. Your people outside have seen it, and I have seen it too. The high priest is like a monster. He eats people when he sees it. Many people have been killed by him."

In fact, the other party said a lot, but Bakel didn't listen to much. The high priest has been haunting him like a nightmare, thinking that if he dies this time, he can regain his military power little by little, and he can truly be like the emperor of the south. The Great Khan who holds power.

But now the news came that the dead high priest had returned, and he continued to frighten him in a different way.

"Have all the soldiers and horses in the royal court passed by? Is it possible to capture the high priest?" Bakoer was a little out of place. When the other party was alive, he had supernatural powers, but now he has become a monster after death. Who can tell? Will become more powerful?

"And... the priests at the tent, have you told them? Let them stop the high priest immediately. If you can save the high priest, you must pay the price!"

At this moment, a soldier rushed over from outside, his face panicked, panting heavily.

"Great Khan, that monster that looks like a high priest is coming here, and the clansman tried their best to stop him, but they couldn't stop him."

In the big tent, a group of military officials and nobles panicked and clamored for the soldiers outside to resist with all their strength. Bakuer was also afraid, and the fat on his face trembled slightly with his body.

Before he could think of a word to give an order, the wall of people outside surged, and a soldier from the other side of the tent rushed over: "Khan, all the priests of the tent have come here."

Finally hearing the reassuring words, everyone present couldn't help but let out a heavy breath.

Bakel pursed his lips and nodded to everyone: "Since the priests of the tent of God are coming, we must not show timidity. The eagles on the grassland are soaring, and the wolves are ferocious. They all come with me." Outside, let's see how the priests stopped the monster. I... also want to see if the other party is the high priest!"

"Willing to follow the Great Khan!"

With confidence in their hearts, the crowd was not afraid. Surrounded by Baqor, who was striding forward, he came to the front from the middle of the guards in the king's tent, and saw the opposite tent shaking from a distance across two squares, and then fell down. , it cracked open with a hiss, and the figure of the high priest stepped out of it, with a pair of fangs bared, and blood all over his body.

It made Bakel who was in the front step back two steps with a group of nobles.

"Sure enough, it's the high priest... Priest, where is the Priest of God's Tent?"

Amidst the shouts, Hun Xie at the other end of his field of vision stepped on the greasy, blood-mixed soil, and walked towards this side step by step, staring straight at Wang Zhang with blood-red eyes. A thought kept driving him, and then he vented his anger.

(End of this chapter)