Soul-Slaying Girl: All the contracts I contracted are ancient divine weapons.

Chapter 470: Sorrow and sorrow, the enemy of unity

"Master Feng Bo, the number of these beasts riding is too many!"

"If you can't kill them, you won't be able to kill them all!"

"I don't want to go on like this anymore, I want to go home, don't kill me, don't kill me!"

For a time, mourning was everywhere.

"Shut up, everyone!"

Uncle Feng looked at the chaotic situation around him and his face was ashen.

Originally, they still had to fight these zombie beasts, but for some reason, the Jiuli soldiers around them suddenly collapsed emotionally.

As a result, they now have no fighting power.

There were Jiuli warriors hugging each other and crying in despair, and there were Jiuli warriors who threw away their weapons and were killed in despair.

Someone suddenly felt tired and fell asleep on the ground.

The originally orderly battle situation was opened up in this strange way.

Walking corpses and beasts took advantage of this and started killing.

For a time, Jiuli soldiers suffered heavy casualties.

Uncle Feng was helpless in the face of such a scene.

All his abilities lie in controlling wind energy, but he is not good at fighting against such a cunning being.

Whether it's the thick gray fog, the endless zombie beasts, or the weird method that can drive people crazy now, it's all beyond his control.

This gave him a feeling of suffocation that he couldn't help but feel.

Damn it, are you really going to die here? I haven't even seen the other person's face, so he's going to be beaten to death? !

In the history of Jiuli, I will not be recorded as the most useless powerful person in history, right?

No, I can't die like this. Even if I die, I have to let them be buried with me!

When he thought of this, Uncle Feng's eyes became terrifying.

Under his feet, the furious wind roared, and the cyan mysterious light completely enveloped it, like a tornado appearing out of thin air.

He wanted to try his best to deliver his final blow!

At this moment, a piano sound suddenly sounded.

The sound of the piano is melodious and melodious, crisp and sweet, like the tinkling sound of gurgling water, making the hostility in the listener's heart gradually disappear.

Listening to the sound of the piano, Feng Bo's desperate movements suddenly stopped.

"What am I...doing?"

"Why would I want to die with it?"

"I didn't even see its shadow anywhere. Exploding the wind spiritual energy in my body will only make the Jiuli warriors who are still alive around me buried with me!"

"What the hell am I doing!"

It was not only Uncle Feng who woke up, but also other Jiuli warriors.

The two Jiuli warriors who were hugging each other suddenly felt a chill and immediately separated.

The Jiuli warrior who was crying all over the place wiped away his tears and suddenly felt that he was a little baffled.

Everyone's emotions seemed to have collapsed, and then seemed to be healed again by the sound of the piano.

Only then did Feng Bo hear that besides the sound of the piano, there was also a female singing voice that seemed to be non-existent.

It's just that the singing now has been obscured by the sound of the piano, making it difficult to hear it clearly.

Then, the singing stopped, and he heard the woman's gloomy snort again, and a figure walking out of the thick gray fog.

When he appeared, all Jiuli warriors on Feng Bo's side were on alert.

Uncle Feng opened his mouth but stopped talking.

"Sadness, sorrow, and aroused emotions will influence a person's behavior and judgment. Even seemingly weird methods often have traces to follow."

The young man who spoke was holding a guqin in his hand. The source of the sound just now must have been him.

"First, use endless zombies and beasts to weaken the opponent's will, and then at the right time, use singing to tug at their fragile nerves, detonate their emotions, and completely lose their fighting power."

"This is Feng Hou's method." "Are you?" After hearing this, Feng Bo was already convinced, so he opened his mouth to confirm again. "Reinforcements from the wizard lineage?"

Han Zhan did not speak.

After a while, a huge and powerful Jiuli warrior arrived at the scene guided by a very strange-looking car.

Seeing this giant who clearly had the characteristics of a Jiuli warrior after his transformation, everyone who was on guard finally relaxed completely.

Li Wu was somewhat out of breath. "I'm not telling you, why are you running so fast?"

"If you go slower, you won't see them." Han Zhan said calmly.

"Hurry up and you won't be able to see me!"

Li Wu couldn't help but retorted.

Just now, Han Zhan suddenly accelerated, leaving everyone unable to react.

As soon as Han Zhan stepped forward, the zombie beasts in the gray mist seemed to have found a breakthrough and began to launch a fierce attack on his side.

Fortunately, as an eighth-level Jiuli warrior who was good at close combat, Li Wu withstood this wave of offensive, led other Jiuli people along the way, and finally rejoined Han Zhan.

That's why he's so out of breath.

Han Zhan had only left for a while, but he was already exhausted and almost overwhelmed by the huge number of walking dead beasts. It is hard to imagine how Han Zhan could open up the road ahead and remove obstacles.

Is he really an eighth-level monk? Even if he told Li Wu now that Han Zhan was the ninth-level strongest, Li Wu would definitely believe it 100%!

"Uncle Feng, the mighty Jiuli." After seeing Li Wu clearly, seeing his figure and the Jiuli people appearing behind him, Uncle Feng took the initiative to speak.

Li Wu released his giant form and nodded to Feng Bo.

"Li Wu, Jiuli is powerful. The chief has sent us to assist you and protect Jiuli."

"I see, you came at the right time." Uncle Feng was a little embarrassed when he said this. After all, Han Zhan saved his life just now, and what he said now was a bit embarrassing.

He glanced at Han Zhan out of the corner of his eye, but luckily he didn't seem to care.

"Everything here is filled with thick gray fog. How are you going to find a way out?" Feng Bo asked again.

Li Wu pointed to the weird-shaped car behind him, "This is the guide car. We can use it to pass through the thick fog and find the exit."

"Great! Then let's..."

Uncle Feng stopped abruptly just in the middle of his words.

Because the Korean War suddenly moved.

He continued walking straight ahead. Feng Bo and Li Wu looked at each other and had no choice but to follow him first.

After a while, Han Zhan suddenly stopped.

In front of him, a bloated monster with slender white legs sat on a bone throne, and his head with four faces turned to look here.

"Queen of the Wind!"

After Feng Bo saw the other party, his expression suddenly changed.

"Oops, Fenghou is an eighth-level powerful person from the Yellow Emperor tribe, and now he has successfully merged with Sui. Even the eighth-level peak is not an exaggeration."

"Her methods are weird. Even if I try my best, I am still no match for her. We -"

Feng Bo just wanted to say that we should work together to evacuate safely from Fenghou.

Before he could finish his words, a figure in front of him had already disappeared from blurring at an extremely fast speed.

When he reappeared, Han Zhan's sword-holding figure had already appeared in front of the Bone Throne!

The terrifying four-fold scream sounded, causing the blood in everyone's bodies to surge, spiritual energy to be disrupted, and all kinds of negative emotions to grow crazily.

A beam of moonlight penetrated her throat.

The screams stopped abruptly.

"That's it?" Han Zhan put away his sword with a calm expression.

"Not my enemy."

(End of this chapter)