A Million Survival Laws of the Savior

"I don't accept disciples anymore." Skaha shook her head and laughed, and she asked, "Are you going to see him in the future?"

"Not for the time being." Zhao Zheng'er said quietly: "As long as you keep going up, you will meet on the field sooner or later."

"On the field... are you willing to fight?" Scatha thought to herself that she was completely reluctant to fight hard against Bai Di.

"Of course." Zhao Zheng'er said without hesitation: "I'm going to tell him with a sword - it's a thousand years too early for me to become a teacher now."

Scathach looked at the young man on the screen who was running like a gale in the wilderness. She wanted to say something, but she opened her mouth, but she probably couldn't say it in the end.

——I'm afraid that when the time comes... it's not him who is chasing after you, but you.

For a disciple who grows too fast and walks too fast, I can only stand still and look at his back, the bitterness and unwillingness... Skaha remembers it too clearly.

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"damn it!"

Angrily cursing came from the gloomy underground palace. A man wrapped in a black robe, with a vicious snake-like expression, threw the manuscript in his hand to the ground angrily.

"Fifty generals reincarnated from the filthy soil, one hundred thousand demonized reformed soldiers, plus one thousand psychic beasts produced by psychics!"

"Even a mountain can be leveled, and even the ninja villages of the Five Great Nations can be leveled!"

"But why, no news has come through until now!"

Angrily, the man clenched his fist and slammed it on the table. He almost took out the entire force of Guzhi City. He thought he had already taken advantage of all the conditions of the right time, place and people, and had a year of preparation time. , no matter what the enemy is, there is no need to be afraid, but a full hour has passed, and there is not even a report of news.

The troops thrown into it disappeared into the gray world like mud cows falling into the sea.

The vicious man thought of the Demon King in the depths of the hall, and he couldn't help shivering. It was because he was useful that the other party spared his own life. Is there any value?

At this time, a dark questioning sound came from the depths of the hall: "How is the battle going?"

The man lowered his head in fear and trembling, he said hoarsely: "Subordinate, I don't know..."

The snake demon in the depths of the hall opened his eyes, and a look of sarcasm flashed across the erect animal pupils. He raised his finger and pointed at a bronze mirror in the center of the hall. Lifting his finger lightly, the bronze mirror was washed with water-like waves, and the scene ten miles away from the main hall was projected on the mirror surface, and the phantom reflected the reality.

This kind of incantation can share the perspective of others, and the person who shares it must be a senior leader who has personally bestowed the blood of the snake demon.

The perspective Yuan Lu Zhi chooses is his loyal subordinate, a thousand-year-old demon named Jiao.

Most of the names of the demon generals under Yuan Luzhi's command come from monsters in some myths and legends.For example, the golden ghost, the water ghost, the wind ghost, and the invisible ghost are the four ghosts used by Fujiwara Chikata in "Taiping Ji"; the fairy raccoon, pig pig snake, flying head man, etc. are monsters in Chinese legends; There are also Yizu Zhentian, Iron Mouse, Yin Mo Luogui, Yin Shen Xingbu, Jin Liyi, etc... a lot of Japanese monsters.

Jiao, a monster, although there is nothing special about it, and he has a face that can be easily used at any time, but he is deeply trusted by Yuan Luzhi, and he has been granted the position of commander-in-chief of the three armies. Above the vicious man.

Jiao's strength may not be unparalleled, not as strong as Lu Bu Fengxian, but it is definitely not weak. It is not an easy matter to kill him.

So even Yuan Lu Zhi didn't expect that with the casting of the spell, such a scene would be reflected in the bronze mirror.

The first thing that came into view was a head, the head of a dead monster.

"Hundred Eyed Ghosts..." The man let out a suppressed voice.

This monster is an expert at espionating information, coming and going like a shadow, it is very difficult to detect him, let alone take his life.

Then, with the angle of view slowly upwards, it is a shoe, a very ordinary sneaker, with wear marks on it, stained with blood.

Then, the angle of view continues upward, revealing half of a person's body above the shoes, and a face that is too young.

At this time, this person seemed to have noticed something, he picked up Jiao's head, put it at a height above his line of sight, looked at the eyes that had long lost life, and smiled: "Are you spying on me, Yuan Lu?" wisdom?"

There was silence in the hall.

Yuan Luzhi's face was as sinking as water, and his expression was neither sad nor angry, only the darkness like a deep pool of water was surging undercurrents.

"Don't stare at me so hard, I'll pass by soon, just stay there and wait."

"However, since you want to see it, let you have a look."

Bai Jue let go of Jiao's head, raised his feet, and kicked its head into the sky. As Jiao's head continued to rise, his viewing angle also greatly expanded. The scenery came into view.

It was a mountain of corpses.

There are mountains of corpses piled up layer upon layer, and blood is continuously flowing from the mountains of corpses.

Demonized soldiers, generals in command, psychic monsters, and even those reincarnated generals were all buried under this mountain of corpses, and the gushing blood stained the yellow sand all over the place, only the smell of blood kept escaping. scattered.

At the peak of the mountain of corpses, the young man in white put his hands in his pockets and walked down the mountain step by step. With every step he took, he would leave a footprint burning with fire. The sky sneered.

When Jiao's head fell from the sky on the top of the corpse mountain, a scorching fire burst out instantly, and the fire of Nirvana mercilessly purified all life.

Here, the flames burst into the sky.

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers were burned... But Bai Jue didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt, nor did he have the slightest bit of pity or sympathy.

Mercy is given to the weak, sympathy is given to the same kind.

Burning in this raging fire... how can there be human beings, how can there be weak people?

It's just a group of evil demons who take pleasure in killing, let alone a mere one hundred thousand, even if there are a million more, Bai Jue is happy to kill until he is soft. Just proof.

When this scene was printed in the eyes of the women in the paradise who were thinking about him, I don't know if anyone would have a new understanding of him.

"It's almost like a murderer... Even knowing that those people are not human, it can't help but make people feel a little uncomfortable." Xiao Meiyan looked at the raging fire, although she said so, she didn't look away.

"Yeah, what a waste, one hundred thousand monsters, if it can be used as nourishment, I can realize my wish to return to the past now." Tokisaki Kurumi sighed with deep regret, his expression seemed to have lost a hundred million in vain.