At the end of the Ming Dynasty, I freely traveled through Yangshen

Chapter 218 This may be life!

If Zhu Cixiang learns what these people think again, he will definitely laugh at their naivety. In the 21st century, wars are fought with firearms, technology, and drones. None of these things cost money. The war consciousness of this Western Region bumpkin is still there. At the level of aristocratic duels in the Middle Ages, one cannot understand the thoughts of the group of regents who were influenced by Zhu Cixiang.

Tens of thousands of craftsmen in Tianjin were factory-made, using the local iron-making technology of the Ming Dynasty and the magic weapon forging technology that mortals in the Yangshen world could use, to create relatively good artillery. The Shachuan Gang poached Portuguese-trained gunners from Macau, and Yang In the divine world, there are innate masters who can charge with artillery. The three combined into one, even ghosts and immortals will be afraid of them!
"I can't resist it anymore!"

"Insufficient vitality and too many cannonballs. It is impossible to deflect the trajectory of the cannonballs through calculation. We can only form a shield to protect you all, but this shield cannot last long!"

The voice of the God of Yuanqi suddenly woke up the people from the Western Regions who had been stunned by a round of artillery fire. When they looked, they found that the chaotic shield had enveloped everyone, and the rumbling sounds outside continued. , it sounds very dangerous.

These people from the Western Regions also understood that if it weren't for the Chaos Shield of the Yuan Qi God, they would have died during this bombardment, so they all looked at Donald with pleading eyes, obviously wanting Donald to communicate with the Yuan Qi God.

"God of Yuanqi, is there any way we can break the situation?"

Donald's tone was also a little anxious, "If we can break the situation, we are willing to go out and give you a blood sacrifice, because the human flesh and soul has special power, and this is the material that the gods need most!"

"There's no need to sacrifice after you go out. I'm not sure I can take you all away. You can only sacrifice part of your blood essence and energy now and convey all this power to me. Only then will I have the strength to take you away!" "

The figure of the vitality god is tall, and he is still supporting the operation of the chaotic shield, but it is obviously difficult, because the cannons are more accurate, and the Ming army has determined that this is the place where the vitality fluctuations spread, so they will first control the vitality fluctuations here. Sweep and then do other things.

What these people don't know is that their disasters actually stem from the energy fluctuations emitted by the Yuanqi God. If there were no energy fluctuations, then they would be more likely to escape separately than now.

After all, Zhu Cixi led a large army to the Ming Dynasty, and the Izumo Kingdom was completely empty.

"Do you want us to sacrifice blood essence?"

Hearing the words of the Yuanqi God, everyone in the Western Region looked at each other and saw the determination in each other's eyes. They all said in unison, "Please, great master, use the blood-drawing and Yuan-transforming method!"

Then the minds of these people become extremely pious. If you are a Taoist master here, you can see that in their piety, the spirit of these people is connected to the Yuanqi God, as if to provide strength to the Yuanqi God. prepare for.

"it is good!"

The method of drawing blood to transform the essence is to use the essence and blood to convert the essence and blood into vitality. After receiving the approval, the essence god did not hesitate to operate this method, and countless mysterious runes were conveyed through the spiritual link. to these people from the Western Regions.

Gululu, during the operation of the method, the qi and blood on these people are visibly declining, and then they also pass through the spiritual connection line. The declining qi and blood have turned into vitality, and are continuously replenished into the shield of the sky.

The shield became thicker and thicker, but it was very difficult to withstand it, because the impact of these shells was so great, the vitality god consumed a huge amount every second, and these people did not have enough vitality.

Finally, when it was found that the small amount of blood energy of these people converted into vitality was not enough to resist the artillery, the god of vitality actually gave the most rational order, and the god of vitality increased the power of the Dafa of drawing blood and transforming yuan at once.

"Master of vitality, at this speed of withdrawing vitality, you are sacrificing us!"

Finally, someone realized that something was wrong and shouted out. He felt that the flesh and blood on his chest was quickly disappearing, turning into vitality and rushing towards the shield.

This person is the thinnest among these people from the Western Regions, and his martial arts cultivation is only at the level of meat training. Once the vitality god increases the power of the blood-drawing and transforming-yuan Dafa, he can't stand it!

"No, what are you talking about? Why don't you start using the blood-drawing magic! Don't disturb people's hearts here again!"

"Otherwise the shield will break and everyone will die!"

A person second only to Donald spoke. His name was Bush. His strength was half-step innate. As a child of a large family with profound wisdom, he naturally knew what the increased power of the Yuanqi God meant. This meant that the cruel elimination was about to begin. , the essence, blood and vitality of the weak will become the capital for the survival of the strong.

"You!" The man pointed at Bush, his eyes a little ferocious. He glanced at the people around him and noticed their dodging movements, as well as a few indifferent glances in the dark, which made the man's heart tremble.

At this moment, he realized that this group of people was going to sacrifice himself. Because he was weak, he wanted to be the first to die, so as to help others and make most people live.

"Hahaha!"

He suddenly laughed wildly, moved his hand away from Bush, and pointed at the few weak people present, "I have been given up by you, and I will definitely die later, so you may be able to live, but, you, You, and you, the three of you are the weakest here, and when you wait for me to die, you will also understand that if my death does not stop the shelling, you will be the next to be sacrificed!"

As he spoke, the man's hair began to fall off, and the skin on his body was rapidly drying up. In just a moment, he turned into a white-haired old man.

"Remember, you are next, there will be no survivors here!"

The old man looked crazy, and in the end he pointed at the Yuan Qi God and roared, "In the end, even the God will die!"

puff!

A sharp knife pierced the old man's chest. The man who was accused of being the next to die actually took a knife and stabbed the slow-moving old man to the core.

The old man did not struggle, but the pain in his chest made him unable to say a word. At this moment, the old man just looked at the man who appeared in front of him quietly, and then said, "You are next!"

After finishing speaking, the old man closed his eyes, lost all breath, and soon turned into a mummy.

"Sir, blasphemy deserves punishment, and now he is dead!"

Killing the old man with one knife, the man gestured with his knife to everyone as if he was claiming credit. Unexpectedly, everyone looked at him in silence, their eyes still extremely cold.

Because these people have noticed that the young man who killed the old man has gradually begun to find faint white hair on his head!

"What are you looking at?!"

"No, no, no!"

"It's not me, it must not be me!"

The man touched his hand, and couldn't help crying out in horror. He also found that the skin on his hand had undergone drastic changes, becoming old and wrinkled. At the same time, there was a decaying smell coming from his body, and he looked at Donald in panic. , shouted, "Donald, you must have a way, there must be a way, right?"

"I will definitely not die. I will definitely not die. I support you so much and let you be our leader. You will definitely find a way to let me live, right?"

After saying that, he looked at Donald sadly, obviously wanting to get some comfort from Donald.

Donald looked at this Westerner who was very supportive of him. Thinking of the dangerous situation now, he suddenly sighed involuntarily, then shook his head and said helplessly, "I can't help you either."

"In order for everyone to survive, someone has to sacrifice, right?!"

"Maybe this is life!"

　Come on.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)