The Magic Lamp Ability: Starting with One Person in the Republic of China Era

If the military hadn't been concerned about the heritage of these Chinese people and wanted to spare their lives, they would have already continued to send machine guns to kill them.

"Arrogant Chinese, I will tear you to pieces and feed you to my Demon Hand." The Demon Hand Samurai sneered as he drew his katana. The red demon hand holding the katana instantly erupted with flames, entangling the katana.

Wang Wen was drawn to this scene, looked over, and moved the next moment.

"Boom!" A loud explosion rang out.

That was the sound of Wang Wen's foot stomping on the ground. The enormous shockwave caused the ground to crack instantly.

Such immense power yields unparalleled propulsion.

The demon-handed samurai, who had been grinning maliciously, suddenly felt an immense force coming at him from the front.

Wang Wen's shoulders slammed into the two ghost hands like a bulldozer. The surging, relentless force of the impact shattered the strange ice and fire power, leaving not a trace of it on Wang Wen's body.

The Demon Hand Samurai felt as if he had been hit by a speeding tank. If it weren't for the hard demon hand blocking him, he felt he would have been smashed to pieces.

Even with the ghostly hand blocking his way, it couldn't prevent him from completely losing his footing and being used as a shield by Wang Wen, allowing him to continue charging forward.

A powerful force stomped on the ground, increasing speed and rebounding the shockwave to form a barrier that blasted away anything that came near.

Although the passageway was wide, it was still just a passageway. A large number of people were thrown by the force and slammed against the walls on both sides.

In an instant, people and horses were thrown into disarray. Although the damage on both sides was not significant, it was enough to prevent those on either side from hindering or interfering with Wang Wen's run, with the destruction concentrated in front.

Apart from the Demon Hand Samurai, any other enemies blocking their path, whether touched or bumped into, would suffer anything from minor bone fractures to being smashed to pieces like a watermelon.

"Boom!" Wang Wen slammed the Ghost Hand Warrior directly into the corner wall.

The Demon Hand Samurai spat out a mouthful of blood, his head lolled to the side, and he fainted.

Wang Wen took a step back, looking at the Ghost Hand Samurai whose body had gone limp. He frowned slightly and thought to himself, "Not dead? He's stronger than that sumo wrestler, but he doesn't match the sense of danger I felt from him."

Looking at the opponent's ghostly hands, it was these two incredibly hard ghostly hands that blocked most of the force of the previous impact.

Just to be on the safe side, he threw away the katana first, and then crippled both of his hands. Wang Wen reached out his left hand to grab the katana.

In that instant, the red ghost hand and the blue ghost hand moved simultaneously.

A flash of light appeared, and with a crisp clang, Wang Wen quickly took two steps back, glancing at his left hand with some surprise.

A thin knife mark appeared on the black left gauntlet, and it was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This is the first time my Iron Shirt and Hades Armor have been damaged since I mastered them both. You are indeed the most dangerous." Wang Wen's cold voice came from the armor.

The demon-handed samurai, who had been slumped on the ground with his head tilted to one side, suddenly straightened his head, opened his eyes, one pupil turned red and the other turned blue, emitting a ghostly light.

"Hahaha, you're really hard, you iron lump." The strange voices echoed.

This person suddenly stood up, no, it was more like he was lifted up by the strength of his hands, which was very strange.

Dark red flames reignited in the red demon's hand, coiling around the katana to form a flame-wrapped blade.

The somewhat withered blue ghost hand instantly froze with a layer of frost, and a cold ice samurai sword directly condensed in its palm.

The samurai, controlled by two ghostly hands, moved with bizarre and incredible speed, and was difficult to predict.

"Clang clang clang!" Several consecutive flashes of light struck Wang Wen from unbelievable angles.

On the other side, the Onmyoji stared in horror at Zhou Ming, whose body was engulfed in flames.

Flames erupted from the lotus lamp in Zhou Ming's left hand, rushing towards the Japanese supernatural beings in all directions, igniting the entire passageway into a raging inferno.

In his right hand, he held a Blood Demon Blade, four layers of flames condensed, and withstood the shikigami's attack, stabbing it into the shikigami's head.

"Ah!" The shikigami screamed in agony as flames spread from the wound, instantly engulfing its entire body.

Another paper doll in the Onmyoji's hand burst into flames, burning to ashes in a moment, leaving only the last two.

"What kind of flame is that? How could it possibly burn a shikigami to death?" The Onmyoji was covered in sweat, enduring the mental anguish, and continued to control the remaining two shikigami.

Chapter 35 The Nemesis of Onmyoji

Seven beams of white light danced in the sea of ​​fire, reaping one Japanese monster after another.

Zhou Ming is least afraid of being outnumbered. As long as their strength is not high enough, Zhou Ming's resilience and endurance can make these people question their existence.

The Blood Demon Blade harvested the blood and vital energy of one Japanese person after another, transforming it into Blood Demon Power which was then transmitted to Zhou Ming, continuously extending its lifespan.

The magic lamp flame, in such a confined space, maximized its advantage when facing a large number of people.

The eternal flames created a favorable area exclusively for Zhou Ming.

"Aaaaah, why can't I put it out? It hurts so much!" A Japanese superhuman rolled around after being burned, the more he rolled, the more flames appeared on his body.

The Japanese superhuman, who possessed protective abilities, looked at the protective aura with a face full of sweat. Flames were burning fiercely on the aura, and a large amount of Qi was being consumed, making it difficult to maintain the protective aura.

Ultimately, amidst the Japanese alien's face filled with phobia, the protective aura was burned through, instantly igniting the entire person.

In such a confined space, if one's strength is insufficient, no matter how many people there are, they are nothing more than flammable firewood to Zhou Ming.

"Roar!" A bear's roar rang out.

A huge shadow loomed over Zhou Ming. It was a shikigami resembling a black bear, draped in clothes and standing on its feet, looking almost like a human.

But the ferocious face looked extremely cruel, and the huge bear paw slammed directly at Zhou Ming.

The lotus lantern in Zhou Ming's left hand suddenly burst into flames, which he then hurled directly at the black bear.

The black bear was engulfed in flames, but its clothes emitted a faint glow, shielding it from the fire.

Without hesitation, Zhou Ming instantly activated the Four Blood Demons, flesh, blood qi, and blood bones, and the blood demon power within his body seemed to ignite.

The flesh swelled up, turning blood red as if engorged with blood, and the bones became several times harder. It fused with streams of bloodthirsty power, forming a special force that adhered to the skin, enhancing its defense.

"boom!"

A tremendous force slammed down from the bear's paw, forcing Zhou Ming to take a step back. This scene left the Onmyoji dumbfounded.

"How is this possible?" The Onmyoji could hardly believe his eyes.

His demon-faced bear was extremely strong; once, it went berserk and overturned a tank.

"Those little devils are so easily alarmed. Do you think I'm a fragile mage?" Zhou Ming sneered at the Onmyoji, as if he were looking at a dead man.

The Onmyoji felt a chill run down his spine upon seeing this scene, realizing something was wrong, but it was already too late.

The Blood Demon Blade had already pierced through the back of his skull and inserted itself into his brain; the other blades had pierced through his internal organs, liver, and other structures.

Just now, while the Onmyoji's attention was on him, Zhou Ming directly controlled the other seven Blood Fiend Demon Blades to launch a sneak attack.

At that moment, the flames of the magic lamp burned through the protective light on the black bear, instantly igniting it.

Only after the powerful black bear shikigami was burned to ashes did Zhou Ming discover the mysterious changes that had occurred.

"The flames of the Spirit Lamp seem to be burning brighter, and my spirit feels as if it has been nourished by a spring." These thoughts flashed through Zhou Ming's mind, and then his eyes lit up as he looked at the last shikigami that was about to dissipate.

Without the slightest hesitation, he flicked his left hand, and an invisible flame instantly engulfed the area.

"Boom!" This shikigami had no means of protection and was instantly ignited.

"The fire of the primordial spirit can actually restrain the Yin-Yang Master so much. If only I had discovered it sooner." Zhou Ming's emotions fluctuated for a moment, but were instantly calmed down.

While rapidly slaughtering the remaining enemies, they turned their attention to the other side.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise.

Zhou Ming saw Wang Wu burst through the wall, his Green Dragon Crescent Blade emitting a bright green light as he slashed at the two ghost hands.

These two ghostly hands, one on the left and one on the right, resembled two different people. Moreover, their attack angles were extremely tricky, and most importantly, they could injure Wang Wen. Therefore, Wang Wen had been completely suppressed before.

Seeing Wang Wu appear, Wang Wen naturally wouldn't let this opportunity pass. Regardless of the consequences, risking injury, he grabbed the wrists of the two ghost hands.

The Ghost Hand Warrior's eyes shrank to a point, bouncing around like a ball, as it sensed the overwhelming martial saint's will that was so strong against it.

"No! Let go!" The overlapping roars rang out.

These things happened in an instant, and the next instant, a blade of light, like a green dragon, fell.

"Crack!" A sound like chopping wood rang out, and the two ghostly hands were severed in two.

The Ghost Hand Warrior's corpse crashed to the ground. Wang Wen, clutching the two severed hands, tossed them aside.

"Are you alright?" Wang Wen turned around and looked at Wang Wu with some concern.

Wang Wu's eyes were bloodshot, and he was under immense mental pressure, but he still said expressionlessly, "Evacuate immediately."

"Okay!" Wang Wen didn't hesitate for long and looked to the other side.

"I've taken care of this too!" Zhou Ming said as he ran over.

Wang Wen turned and rushed towards the opposite side, but as soon as he pushed open a door, he sensed something was wrong.

The armor on his body immediately began to vibrate, and an invisible shockwave formed an invisible, massive armor around his body.

"Quick, get out of the way..."

"Boom!"

A huge burst of flame erupted from the door, interrupting Wang Wen's words.

The powerful impact shattered the protective barrier formed by the shockwave, unleashing a torrent of energy.

Zhou Ming habitually hid behind Wang Wen, gaining a moment to react, and immediately unleashed more bloodthirsty power to protect his entire body.

The powerful impact caused a large amount of bloodthirsty energy to be scattered, resembling a blood mist.

As the last of the bloodthirsty power was dispersed, the power of the shockwave also began to weaken.

When everything calmed down, Zhou Ming felt a surge of bloody stench rising up, and the smell of rust filled his mind.

Wang Wen's armor cracked and shattered, yet he stood at the forefront, managing to block part of the impact.

Looking up ahead, one wall had completely collapsed, revealing a row of large houses and a meter-thick outer wall.

More than a dozen Japanese people were standing against the wall, the leader of whom was an Onmyoji (a Japanese sorcerer), and seven paper figures were floating beside him.

Two very strange shikigami, with mouths like crocodiles or cannon barrels, their bodies radiating crimson flames and shrouded in smoke.

"As expected of a master, to survive even after all that, your legacy must be something extraordinary," the Onmyoji said in accented Chinese.

"You beasts are really ruthless, watching your companions being killed without doing anything." Wang Wen said with a hint of hatred in his heart. At first, he also suspected that there was a second wave of ambushes in this house.

But when everyone on both sides was killed and there was still no movement in the room, the suspicion faded considerably.

In addition, Wang Wu's condition was extremely dangerous, and he needed to get out of danger as soon as possible, so I didn't think too much about it.