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

It's been over nine minutes, and it will be over in ten seconds.

The piled-up corpses were slightly dried out, and one by one, blood-fiend talismans flew out and merged into Zhou Ming's body.

After the 27 Blood Demon Soldiers died, the Blood Fiend Talisman returned and was tempered by the flames of the Divine Lamp under the Origin Talisman. The originally turbid and deep black Blood Fiend power was continuously burned into strands of bright and pure blood power.

Strands of energy drifted toward the primordial rune. Although the quantity was only a fraction of the original, the purer power prevented the outbreak of negative effects.

Every time this happens, it seems to remind Zhou Ming that the Blood Fiend Curse is still a demonic technique with very serious aftereffects.

Without the two magic lamps, Zhou Ming would certainly have suffered the fate of going mad from qi deviation.

When the last Blood Fiend Talisman returned to his body, Zhou Ming did not hesitate and rushed out of the house instantly.

Four blood eagles flew in the air, clearly locking onto the spider, and quickly noticed the Onmyoji following behind.

"Alone?" Zhou Ming was slightly taken aback, then revealed a cruel smile.

He immediately changed direction and ran towards the Onmyoji.

The Onmyoji, who had been keeping an eye on the eight people from a distance, suddenly stopped.

Although Zhou Ming was dressed in black, he ran over without any attempt to conceal himself.

"Buzz buzz buzz!" The Blood Fiend Scythe returned to its original size for the first time, the nearly two-meter-long scythe spinning wildly and making a loud noise.

Its white texture caused it to spin, like a CD, and it flew towards the Onmyoji at an extremely fast speed.

One by one, paper figures flew out from the Onmyoji's sleeves, surrounded by a faint glow.

A strange bird appeared and grabbed at the CD with its hard claws.

At the moment of contact, the disc slowed down only slightly before instantly slicing the strange bird in two and flying toward the Onmyoji at full speed.

The Onmyoji's expression changed slightly, and the nine paper figures burst into light, instantly forming a protective shield.

Chapter 44 The Second Blood Fiend Scythe

A sharp sound rang out the instant the disc struck the screen.

Zhou Ming's hands were covered in flames, which he then threw at the recovering strange bird.

The two halves of his body had just healed when the primordial spirit fire landed on him.

"Caw!" A miserable scream, as unpleasant as a duck's quack, rang out from the strange bird's beak.

The raging flames ignited its core.

The Onmyoji never expected such a thing to happen, and his emotions fluctuated for a moment.

As the azure light first appeared, a powerful mental pressure was immediately released, causing the Onmyoji to feel a tightness in his heart, as if an invisible blade was pressed against his neck.

The next moment, the cyan blade light, like a dragon's head, instantly bit towards the light screen.

"Crack!" The moment the cyan blade's dragon head bit into the light, it shattered it.

The blue sword flashed with the dragon's head light, and the white jade disc attacked the Onmyoji simultaneously.

"Snap! Snap!" Two more crisp sounds rang out.

The two paper figures suddenly split in two, and a shattered small bowl and a small scarecrow split in two appeared on the Onmyoji's body.

"There are many ways to save your life, but none of them will work." The moment Zhou Ming's voice rang out, the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade, burning with invisible flames, slashed towards the Onmyoji's hand.

To be precise, it was the paper figure in his hand.

With a single cut, all the paper figures were split in two, and an invisible flame ignited.

The Onmyoji was sweating profusely, as two sharp blades were pressed against his neck, one in front and one behind.

He wasn't one of those lowly peasants who spouted nonsense; he was a nobleman of high status. How could he die in a place like this?

"You..." The Onmyoji had just opened his mouth when he saw a red talisman fly toward his forehead.

The next moment, his consciousness dissipated, and his subconscious began to take control of his body.

At this moment, the remaining paper figures were completely burned and disappeared into the air, with only a little bit of pure power merging into Zhou Ming's body.

"These Onmyoji are truly a tonic for me." Zhou Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, glancing at the dock behind him.

He turned and led the Onmyoji towards the gathering place.

When we arrived at the reed field, we saw eight people: six standing and two lying down.

Two of them were lying down, one a stone man and the other a firework. Their pupils were dilated, and they were covered in sweat and dirt, looking extremely disheveled, clearly from rolling around on the ground in pain.

"This is the price for ignoring my orders. Ten people aren't many. If you can't complete this task, there's only one possibility: you didn't fight to the death," Zhou Ming said as he walked over.

The remaining six people who were originally standing were so frightened that they immediately knelt on the ground.

"You're not even willing to fight to the death against the Japanese devils, what use are you?" Zhou Ming scolded them twice, then completely ignored the two men lying on the ground.

"Dig out what's buried."

Upon hearing Zhou Ming's order, the six people immediately sprang into action. The two lying on the ground trembled when they saw Zhou Ming's gaze and struggled to their feet.

Only then did Zhou Ming turn his gaze to the Onmyoji and ask, "What's your name?"

During the fight, the opponent said "you" in very standard Mandarin, so this person should be able to understand.

"Kamo Shinroku!" Kamo Shinroku said expressionlessly in standard Chinese.

“From now on, your name here is Lao Liu. Remember your name, your name is Lao Liu,” Zhou Ming said.

“Yes, my name is Lao Liu,” He Mao Zhen Liu said.

“Tell me the cultivation method of an Onmyoji,” Zhou Ming asked.

He Mao Zhenlu opened his mouth, his pupils gradually dilating, but he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

"As expected, it won't work!" Zhou Ming shook his head slightly.

Using the subconscious to replace the conscious mind is fine for controlling the body and exercising abilities, but when it comes to more complex memories, especially deep memories, it will be impossible due to interference from the conscious mind.

"Forget it, just use your abilities now," Zhou Ming said nonchalantly to Lao Liu.

The blood-fiend power on Kamo Shinroku's body surged instantly, and his original Qi was also transformed into blood-fiend power. Because it was cultivated by himself, it was still relatively pure.

A trickle of blood flowed out, mixing with the power of bloodlust, forming a crimson bloodlust demon blade.

Then, one Blood Fiend Demon Blade was formed, followed by another, and then a third Blood Fiend Demon Blade. Kamo Shinroku's face gradually turned pale.

It didn't stop until the seventh round, which should have been the limit of Kamo no Shinroku's abilities.

The seven blood-red Blood Fiend Blades gradually merged, transforming into a blood-red Blood Fiend Scythe nearly two meters long.

"4% lifesteal recovery, only half? Not bad!" Zhou Ming nodded slightly.

At this moment, eight people carried three bags over, which contained three corpses—the corpses of the three strange people they had obtained during the day.

The only requirement for forging the Blood Fiend Demon Blade is to possess the remains of Qi. Although these three corpses have been dead for almost a day, their Qi has not dissipated much, so they are still usable.

"Three corpses should be enough," Zhou Ming thought to himself as he directed the eight men to dispose of the bodies.

Tonight's operation was successful five times, yielding a total of 142 Blood Fiend Talismans.

“Adding the original 27, that makes 169. Then remove one, and we have 168 Blood Fiend Talismans left, which is more than enough to refine another Blood Fiend Scythe.” Zhou Ming began to draw patterns on the ground.

The power of bloodlust surged continuously, like red flames, burning the bones.

In the end, seven Blood Fiend Demon Blades were refined, and then, in a red light, the seven were combined into one, forming the second Blood Fiend Scythe.

A pure white, jade-like bone scythe floated before his eyes, and Zhou Ming controlled it, making it continuously rotate and fly around him.

Only through continuous and skillful use can these magical artifacts become increasingly responsive and unleash greater power.

"There are still 77 Blood Fiend Talismans left. We'll save them to create more Blood Demon Soldiers during the day. We're afraid we'll have to fight a tough battle then." Zhou Ming stood up and looked at the sky gradually brightening.

Inside the dock, in the commander's office.

"Kamo Shinroku is missing? Damn it! What is that guy up to? Go find him, he must be found!" The Japanese officer surnamed Fujiwara roared.

"Ring ring ring!" The phone suddenly rang.

The Japanese officer, who was reprimanding his subordinates, stopped and immediately picked up the phone and put it to his ear.

"What? Retreat?...I see, yeah!" A smile appeared on the Japanese officer's face; this difficult battle was finally coming to an end.

Zhou Ming led nine people to sneak into the dock again. The Bloodhound and Blood Eagle allowed the group of ten to move freely, as if they had a cheat code.

Or rather, it's like using a cheat code to see through walls.

The column gradually came to a stop in the shadows next to the two-story building, a high point on the nearby street, where a dozen or so Japanese soldiers were located.

"When we start, anyone who makes a mistake and causes a commotion will be punished with three minutes of punishment," Zhou Ming said coldly.

The eight-person card group nodded nervously, and with a wave of Zhou Ming's hand, the nine people immediately sprang into action.

Zhou Ming was also ready to provide support at any time, but fortunately, nothing unexpected happened, and the dozen or so people were dealt with without much fanfare.

Upon entering the building and reaching the second floor, it was discovered that 11 out of the 14 Japanese soldiers were not completely dead.

With a flash of red light, Zhou Ming quickly threw out 11 Blood Fiend Talismans.

I've seen many readers say that it will result in 404 errors. Actually, I didn't think that much about it when I was writing. The initial outline was purely based on "Under One Person". I just wanted to change my approach, so I started writing from the Republican era.

Initially, I wanted to write about joining the Sanyi Sect, but then I thought about how this era wasn't about fighting the Japanese, and it felt a bit off. Plus, I was watching a spy drama at the time, which reminded me of the Battle of Shanghai, so I decided to start with that. Then I moved on to the story of Under One Person. At first, I designed the cheat system as a data-based magic lamp, but because of the Battle of Shanghai, growth had to be fast, otherwise it wouldn't be able to keep up. So I thought of demonic cultivation techniques, which made the cheat system seem a bit complicated. This is one of my old habits.

I didn't really think that much about it at the time, but now that I think about it, I really can't just write whatever I want. So I only wrote about the protagonist's cultivation, battles, and other aspects of the supernatural beings in more detail, and chose to write about the rest in a more abstract way. Some of them don't even have names. I don't know if it will look a bit strange.

Chapter 45: The Downed Bombers and the Most Terrifying Artillery Fire

Soon, eleven Blood Demon Soldiers were freshly produced. As for the other three Japanese soldiers, they were killed by Lao Liu, whose body was also filled with blood demon power. He used his magic blood energy to devour the blood and life force of these people.

"You all stay here. If the enemy forces reach this point, you run," Zhou Ming ordered.

The eleven Blood Demon soldiers nodded, picked up their rifles and light machine guns, and returned to their previous positions.

Zhou Ming led the nine men away to continue their search for their next target.

The battle for this dock was extremely brutal; soldiers guarded every street and every high point at every intersection.

On the front lines where the two sides are engaged in battle, they push back and forth, and the soldiers guarding the firing points will not leave.

The Japanese soldiers were like a nail stuck in the ground, relentlessly attacking the surrounding enemies.