Valkyrie Storm

Chapter 1976 Thirteen Demon Saints

The moment the bleeding rib hit the scalp drum, a sonic mist with some bloody smell exploded violently, and a strange force rushed into Xu Pojun's body.

"Ah!" Xu Pojun screamed suddenly, his whole body convulsed, and he knelt down on the ground with a bang, his two bloody ribs crashed down and rebounded slightly on the cold floor.

Xu Pojun felt as if he was suddenly bitten by some terrible evil spirit. He couldn't tell the specific feeling, but he was in excruciating pain, and the veins all over his body were throbbing.

"General..." Watchman No. [-] alarmed again.

"Defend the Temple of Heaven, guard it with your life, and don't allow anyone to disturb you!!"

Xu Pojun gritted his teeth and persisted, let out a roar, and raised his bleeding ribs again.

The pain exploded again, and the blood mist and sound waves bloomed, which also made his whole body tremble, blood oozing from his seven orifices, and he suffered a huge trauma. Watcher No. [-] was terrified.

"Haha! Great!!" Xu Pojun's mouth was full of blood, but he roared wildly, shaking his head vigorously, and beating his ribs like crazy.

Every time the drum is beaten, it seems to be offering flesh and blood to the god of death, risking life, the pain... can't speak... But Xu Pojun gritted his teeth and persisted, persisted, persisted, his body hurt and his soul was damaged, but it aroused His wildness, even harder, crazier.

If the Zhanmeng is defeated, these Bone Race survivors will not be able to survive.And the death of the bereaved clan is tantamount to breaking the lifeline of the bone clan, Xu Pojun is the sinner of the bone clan.

During this life-and-death bloody battle of the Zhanmeng, the Bone Race people like them really have no face to sit and watch dryly, being able to contribute to it is not only comforting themselves, but also for the Bone Race.

So, fight hard, go crazy, go all out, even if you fall down after the war, so what?

The ghost monk looked at Xu Pojun coldly and urgently, expressionless, with black lines all over his face, strange and evil, his hands unconsciously beating the scalp drum, but his eyes kept falling on Xu Pojun who was getting more and more crazy.

What no one noticed was that every time Xu Pojun's ribs fell, it was the stick bone in the ghost monk's hand that fell.

Both of them move at the same frequency, and both fall on the surface of the scalp drum, and Xu Pojun's absorbed blood energy and spiritual power are actually transferred to the ghost monk through the surface of the scalp drum, and then through his body, rush into hell Rod bone, acting on the scalp drum.

In other words, the ghost monk was devouring Xu Pojun's flesh and blood, using Xu Pojun's life to stimulate the real power of the scalp drum.

And with Xu Pojun's participation, the power of the scalp drum doubled and skyrocketed.

If the nearly one million corpses before were just shaking and impacting, now they seem to be injected with strength, more flexible, crazy, and more lethal.And the number of resurrections is increasing, and there are many corpses of Wuzun class among them.

When the 200 million troops from the Demon Realm arrived on the battlefield one after another, they were shocked by the scene before them.

The thirteen great demon saints and 200 million beast hordes just "covered" among the chaotic mountains, overlooking the chaotic eastern battlefield like a vast ocean from afar.

The scene of "corpse resurrection" is too obvious on the battlefield. More than 100 million corpses attack wildly, and the lethality is even more terrifying. Unless you blow them into pieces, you will not stop, even if only half of the bones are left. Put a hole in you.

The entire eastern battlefield has completely changed its "taste". This is not a war. Both sides are in chaos. There is no formation, no tactics to speak of, and no offense or defense.

The chaotic entanglement of millions of troops is simply a boiling pot of 'chaotic porridge'.

The Military Council of the Pangu clan shouted hoarsely, but they couldn't control the situation. None of them had ever experienced such a terrible thing.

And just as the 200 million beast horde arrived on the battlefield, the five Kongwu soldiers including Granny Ma who had been secretly hiding in the dark suddenly appeared, and rushed directly to the rear of the Pangu tribe - the military affairs academy!

One peak Kongwu, one martial saint Kongwu, and three semi-sages.

It directly tore open the crack in space, like a dark sack, completely enveloped thousands of people in the military academy in an instant.

"No..." Everyone in the Military Affairs Academy was horrified.

Where did Kongwu come from?
They had been targeting the old man Bai all the time, so why did other Kong Wu appear? !
"Pangu Clan, offended!!" Granny Ma was merciless, the crack exploded in an instant, and then healed in an instant.

"Escape!!" The guarding general of the Military Affairs Academy forcibly swept away several military leaders, but was blasted into the crack again by Granny Ma's 'Broken Empty Palm'.

As the "brain" of the battlefield, the military academy was completely removed like this, clean and tidy!

The 50 reserve troops protected by layers of protection on the periphery all turned back, but...in a flash...it was gone...the Military Affairs Academy was completely gone.

Too sudden, too fast, too terrifying.

"Retire!!" Granny Ma whispered an order, disappeared into the void, and disappeared into the chaos, leaving the guarding troops of the Military Academy mad in the chaos, roaring in despair, and maddened in pain.

They were stunned by the 'dead spirits' incident on the battlefield, and they were a little careless, but...God actually made such a big joke on them!
Damn Kongwu! !

Many generals scolded in grief and self-blame, and committed suicide in the scolding!

Granny Ma ignored the sorrow and pain of the guarding troops of the Military Affairs Academy. They disappeared very cleanly and never reappeared. They were like dormant cheetahs, hiding in the void, ready to go, and vigilant against the hordes of monsters and beasts all over the mountains and plains in the distance.

That's where the real threat lies!Even the weird 'resurrection' cannot save.

But the strange thing is that after the beast horde stopped in the distance, it didn't move forward, let alone the expected wild onslaught.

To be exact, the thirteen demon saint commanders did not attack, and the rear troops naturally did not dare to act rashly.

The world of monsters is strictly hierarchical, simple but strong, with the supremacy of strength and status, without orders, they dare not disobey orders and attack privately.

After paying attention silently for a long time, Liumu Tianhu, Shiying Phantom Diao, and Huanhai Kingdie, these three "ordinary" and "low-key" demon saints walked to the front of the team, and they all exuded strange Shengwei silently watched the situation on the battlefield.

The other ten demon saints, no matter how violent, cold and arrogant, or withdrawn, they all restrained their posture at this moment, allowing the three demon saints to come to the front, accepting their leadership attitude.

The 200 million beast hordes were chaotic and restless, ready to attack eagerly. They were strange to the weirdness of the eastern battlefield, but they were not afraid of them. With such a large lineup, they were not afraid of anything.They were all ferocious and roaring, with fierce breaths, as if they couldn't hold back their agitation, and they wished they could immediately pounce on them and indulge them fiercely, massacre wantonly, and use the blood of Zhanmeng to wash away their desires.

"Commander, why don't we take action?" After waiting for a long time, a semi-holy python walked to the front of the team and asked its temporary commander—the demon saint, the ancient blood lizard!
The usually brutal and ferocious ancient blood lizard was very silent, ignoring the giant python's inquiry, restraining its arrogant posture, and quietly stood behind the six-eyed sky fox, even with a somewhat respectful feeling.

As for whom to respect and why, it made the semi-holy python very strange and confused.

"Commander?" The python asked again.

"You don't want me to eat you, shut your mouth and wait." The ancient blood lizard turned its head and gave it a cold look with its blood red eyes.

The giant python was terrified, as if falling into an endless river of blood in an instant, about to be swallowed by the scarlet blood, immediately confessed his guilt, and retreated respectfully to the team.

"It's a scalp drum! Tang Yan left behind a good treasure."

"It's too late, it should be activated on the northern battlefield!"

"It can also be used in the east, and it just fits with us."

"It doesn't matter if it's early or late, except for Tang Yan, no one can show its true power with the current scalp drum."

"The current Tang Yan can't do it either. Thinking back to the ancient times, the power of scalp drum...horrible..."

"Calculating the time, it's almost time for them to come back. Zhanmeng can't hold on anymore, let's do it now."

"The Pangu tribe seeks their own death, and we... make it happen!"

The six-eyed spirit fox, the ten-shadow phantom sable, and the phantom sea king butterfly, the three demon saints spoke one after another, exchanging opinions.

"We've kept the strength and now we can go big."

The ancient blood lizard and other ten demon saints successively revealed their bloody savagery, eager to try.

When they were on the northern battlefield, they kept trying to restrain themselves. Although they killed many Zhanmeng teams, they didn't do their best.

Everything, just wait for now.

(End of this chapter)