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047 [Hey, this is called Wolf Extermination! 】

The left guardian crawled into the city, intending to cause trouble to the east, and borrowed the lives of 100,000 soldiers of the sect in Wancheng to exchange for his own life.

To be honest, he was so energetic when he was filling his cups, and now he was so embarrassed when he ran away.

I once remember when I just learned the art of a master, my master repeatedly instructed me that as long as the sacrificial weapon is at risk of recovery, even if it is impossible to recover in the next second, don’t use it.

I didn't understand at the time. I was about to die, so I could still care about anything else?

Until one day, a senior brother used sacrificial tools to revive and massacre the entire Taoist throne, he realized it.

Dozens of strangers didn't even have time to resist, and died one after another, and he was the only one who was lucky enough to escape.

Afterwards, he fell into the territory of the Golden Cicada Cult and became one of them.

When he fell into a dream, his senior brother would come with the help of a strange power. The other party's face was full of pain and begged him to save him.

After talking to the senior brother of the evil spirit who was still a little bit sane, the left guard learned that whenever he killed someone with iron laws, a hundred times or a thousand times of pain was imposed on his body. Killing again and again was simply the most terrifying torture in the world.

Therefore, he was extremely shocked and frightened by He Zhao's behavior of turning humans into ghosts, and the madman was not enough to describe it.

Although he can be immune to the invisible blade as long as he stands still, he is an invisible blade. But the problem is that he is a person with normal physiological needs, eating, drinking water, excretion, etc.

A ghost can stand by and wait for ten years, fifty years, one hundred years!

He, no.

If you stay where you are, you will definitely die.

"Just a group of sacrifices, it is the glory of these people to exchange their cheap lives for me." A ruthlessness flashed in the left guardian's eyes, he took out a whistle from his arms, put it in his mouth and blew it hard!

"Beep—"

A sharp and harsh whistle sounded, and the soldiers who woke up from their sleep in the military camp subconsciously put on their clothes, picked up their weapons and gathered towards the central area of ​​Wancheng.

In order to facilitate management, I have received a lot of training in the past year, and I have already become familiar with some simple exercises. After all, the guys who are not good at using their brains and refuse to cooperate are all buried in mass graves.

There were also people who were resting at home, slandering and walking around the streets, rushing towards their destination like ants in groups.

Outside the city, He Zhao felt his own strange changes.

Wrapped under the strange black mist, the body seemed to be trapped in a void space, and the right arm seemed to be integrated with the killing knife.

But what is more uncomfortable is that this sacrificial weapon is not controlled by him. He is more like a tool person, keeping his mind but having no use.

"Blood!"

"life!"

"nourishment!"

"Complete!"

Four sentences kept echoing in his mind, causing his head to hurt.

The perception of the evil ghost is very interesting. The huge city is filled with scarlet mist, and He Zhao can clearly "see" every living creature.

People who rushed to the center of the city from all directions, rats hiding in the dark, domestic animals in the breeding house, and even the left guardian who was panicking and running for his life.

"I" suddenly becomes eager, longing for human life, blood, and the already red eyes, the color becomes brighter, as if it can drip blood.

"Click!"

He Zhao took a step forward and flashed from outside the city to inside the city.

In front of them were several Jincic sect soldiers holding swords. They muttered, complaining about gathering in the middle of the night, and complaining about Shangguan's various unreliability.

"puff!"

The cruel man Zhao raised his hand and waved his sword, and the invisible sword energy burst out, killing several people in an instant.

The soldiers of the sect, split into two in the waist, immediately screamed from their throats. They crawled towards their lower bodies in trembling, trying to splice them back.

A string of blood and various internal organs were left on the ground.

"snort--"

He Zhao's mind was blank, because a pain that was a hundred times more cruel than slashing in half was suddenly applied to his body. Of course, his body was unscathed, but the pain was real.

If he hadn't had hundreds of experiences of fancy deaths, just one strike would have been enough to make him mentally collapse and completely lose his rationality.

"Left Protector!"

The low snuff from his throat turned into a giggle of unknown significance, as if it was a laugh.

"rub!"

The ghost disappeared from the spot and suddenly appeared behind the left guardian.

Raise your hand and wave your knife!

"grass!!"

The left guardian felt the strange power behind him, so he could only curse him hatefully.

The other party is still rational, otherwise it would be impossible to explain why he came to him.

"Don't think about it!"

As soon as the words fell, the golden orb, which seemed to be scorching sun, appeared again, and the majestic spiritual power wrapped it in an instant.

"boom!"

With one knife, the golden spiritual power ruptured.

From this we can see the power gap between the sacrificial vessels before and after the recovery.

"Stop, you!" The Left Guardian was just planning to delay for a moment, and his real killer move was already ready. He saw him holding a piece of diamond-shaped jade in his hand and pouring all the remaining spiritual power in his body.

"boom!"

The evil ghost He Zhao transformed into was suddenly blocked by thick ice and stayed there.

“Huhhhhhhh…”

The left guardian looked at the jade in his hand, with more than nine out of ten blood-colored patterns, and his face was full of gladness.

"With the best sacrificial weapon activated by my Feijing Realm spiritual power, how can you, a little boy who turns into a ghost with a medium sacrificial weapon?" After saying that, he turned around and continued to run.

Although Han Bing's power is domineering, the sealing time is hard to say.

Taking advantage of the moment when the other party cannot break free, the farther the better.

As long as you can leave Wancheng, even if you break through the ice, your rationality is swallowed by the desire to kill. Can you still let 100,000 people not be killed and chased him?

As for why we do not use homicide sacrificial tools, we instead place our hope of survival on a sacrificial tool that is more auxiliary.

It's very simple. From the time he was born, I have never seen anyone who can really kill a ghost.

There are only five ways to deal with evil ghosts: expel, imprison, seize, confront, and blockade.

What's more, Mr. Zuo is not good at fighting to the death!

He Zhao looked at the escaped Zuo Protector, and hated him so much that he was itchy. Unfortunately, due to the ice, he could only stay inside and stare dryly.

‘Wait a minute! I remember crying bones in my arms, but I don’t know if the spiritual power can be mobilized now.’

Thinking of this, he tried to move his body in the void space.

"Buzz--"

A trace of spiritual power overflowed and spread through the void.

‘There is a door!’

Work harder.

“Woooooooooooooo…”

The left guardian who was rushing to escape, the sorrowful crying sounded into his ears.

An evil will came, and my back was full of cold light, and two malicious gazes stared at him!

"Buzz--"

Strange power fluctuates, quickly locking the target.

"Click!"

The left guardian maintained an escape posture, and the only thing that could move on his body was his eyes.

The skull in He Zhao's arms was covered with scarlet patterns.

The next second it flew up in the air and covered his head.

The cruel man Zhao showed a miserable smile. He would not itch if he had too many lice, and he would not have to worry if he had too many debts.
Chapter completed!
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