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

It landed on the barrier and immediately made a corrosive sound, but after flowing down, no trace was left.

"To divide and conquer, to defeat them one by one, you really underestimate my personal strength." Zhou Ming looked at the huge barrier and sneered.

Zhou Ming reached out and grabbed a prisoner from the side, slapped a fireball card into the prisoner's body, and threw him away with a burst of strength.

The intense burning transformed into a fireball, within which illusory figures appeared, hurtling towards the barrier.

"Boom!"

A massive explosion rang out, but only the area affected by the attack was disturbed; the rest of the area remained completely still.

One after another, fireballs over three meters tall blasted over and crashed into the same spot.

"Damn it! Just how many tricks does this Blood Demon have up his sleeve? When I get back, I'm going to kill those intelligence officers!" The old monk cursed inwardly.

A bead of sweat appeared on his tense face as he did his best to maintain the barrier and block the attack.

The concept of 120 demons had never appeared in the old monk's mind before. When he first saw that scene, he had only one thought in his mind.

"That damned old idiot, why didn't he die on home soil?"

A loud "Boom!" suddenly rang out inside the barrier, as if a switch had been flipped, triggering a chain reaction.

"Boom boom boom!"

A series of explosions erupted internally, with powerful shocks simultaneously impacting the various small internal barriers.

At the same moment, the blood-red dragon-head blade light collided with the outer edge of the massive barrier.

"Snap!" A crisp sound echoed through the night.

"Ah!" The old monk screamed in agony, his head throbbing violently as he fell backward.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Sounds of heads hitting the ground echoed from every room in the courtyard. All the monks had died, their bodies slammed to the ground.

This barrier, while possessing powerful effects and defense, is also connected to all monks. When the barrier is broken, they naturally suffer a backlash.

"Bang!" With the cracks spreading, the entire barrier completely collapsed.

A flash of light shot out from within.

"Blood Demon!" a loud roar rang out.

The elderly Japanese samurai, his eyes red, had completely lost his mind.

His extremely keen senses allowed him to perceive that most of the people in the shortcut had already lost their breath, and none of his disciples had survived.

Because they were all besieging the little bull demon within that small barrier, they were all naturally killed by the little bull demon's self-destruction.

Logically speaking, given the strength of his elite disciples, they shouldn't have been wiped out. However, there was no room to dodge within the small barrier, which led to the current situation.

The wandering swordsman saw the sword light flash and immediately unleashed a barrage of Qi arrows. The old Japanese samurai's sword light split apart, instantly shattering these incoming Qi arrows.

A crackling sound rang out, and the electromagnetic cannon's hands flashed with electromagnetic coils. It threw a punch, which turned into two balls of lightning.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" the old Japanese samurai, his eyes bloodshot, roared furiously.

The straight katana in his hand seemed to twist at this moment, and the blade light, like flowing water, instantly sliced ​​through the two lightning balls.

To the astonishment of the electromagnetic cannon, the two electromagnetic spheres were actually sliced ​​into a shower of sparks.

"Bang bang bang!" The two-and-a-half-meter-tall stone golem took heavy steps and blocked the flash of the blade.

"Bagya Road!"

The blade flashed and struck the stone golem, splitting the incredibly hard stone and directly injuring the little Kagemitsu inside, causing it to bleed.

The stone's fluidity and muscle-like movement were what blocked the blade's gleam.

The stone golem, severely injured by a single blow, blocked the enraged old Japanese samurai.

Without a sound, Takeshita Akira appeared behind the old Japanese samurai, holding the Blood Soul.

The old Japanese samurai glared angrily, his keen senses detecting the familiar sword energy. He swung his sword backhand with a ferocious expression.

"Takeshita Akira! You old dog, how dare you draw your sword in front of me!" The old Japanese samurai shouted menacingly in Japanese.

"Clang!" The two swords clashed and instantly became deadlocked.

Looking at the incredulous old man, Takeshita Akira laughed loudly, "You old pest, you can't even break my sword, what other skills do you have to talk back to me?"

After being blocked twice, everyone completely surrounded the old Japanese samurai.

Zhou Ming stood on a pile of ruins nearby, looking calmly at the powerful old Japanese devil in front of him.

"Old man, I'm right here, come on." Zhou Ming sneered and beckoned with his finger.

"Zhou Ming, you demon! If you still have any dignity as a strong person, then face me personally!" the old Japanese samurai said, his eyes bloodshot.

"Hahaha!" Zhou Ming laughed heartily.

"What are you laughing at?" the old Japanese samurai said angrily.

"Demons? The dignity of the strong?" Zhou Ming sneered, "You've lost a few disciples and this is how you behave? You're shouting about demons. Do you even know how many of my compatriots have died? How many companions who treated me like brothers and fathers?"

Chapter 84 Advance Arrangements

Zhou Ming had no time for idle chatter; all he wanted to do now was surround and kill this old Japanese devil.

As for turning it into a Blood Demon Soldier, Zhou Ming naturally had this idea, but the opponent was very strong, even stronger than Nomura Jiichi.

This was arguably the strongest enemy Zhou Ming had ever encountered, so Zhou Ming wasn't confident he could capture him alive.

A glassy flame ignited in his hand, and a spirit pearl merged into it, transforming into a firebird that flew away.

Over the past few months, Zhou Ming has cultivated the Spirit Pearls to 16, merging them all with the azure Samadhi True Fire, transforming them into 16 firebirds.

Zhang San witnessed this scene from the side and felt a little itchy. He had been curious when he first noticed it from afar, and now that he could see it clearly, he was even more curious.

Golden flames flickered in his hands. While attacking, Zhang San couldn't help but ask curiously, "Zhou Ming, why do I feel like your flames are different from before?"

"It's based on a fragment of a manual, used to cultivate a new flame," Zhou Ming said, glancing at Zhang San and making up a reason on the spot.

Although they are all companions, there are still differences in their level of intimacy. If Wang Wen asks about these things, Zhou Ming will naturally not hide anything.

"Ah!" The old Japanese samurai screamed in agony as he was ambushed by the Blood Soul in Takeshita Akira's hand.

The pain was like his soul was being torn apart, and even he could not fully endure it, nor did he writhe on the ground in agony like the others.

Takeshita Akira's eyes flashed with malice upon seeing this scene, and recalling his own shameful behavior, his face contorted with rage.

The azure-colored fiery birds darted through the gaps in the attacks, keeping the old Japanese samurai on high alert!

After fighting for so long, the old Japanese samurai had come to his senses amidst his rage, and looked at the stone man and Wang Wen with a sense of despair.

It was these two people blocking his way that prevented him from reaching Zhou Ming and also deprived him of any chance of breaking through.

Having been slashed again by Blood Soul, the old Japanese samurai looked at Zhou Ming, who was chatting idly, with a pained expression, and cried out in great frustration and pain, "Ah!"

A moment of carelessness, and he was struck by a glass-like bird.

The swordsman didn't miss the opportunity either, and instantly fired two arrows.

The stone man charged forward without hesitation, the massive stone pressing down on the old Japanese samurai. The stone softened and enveloped the old man, instantly crushing him.

"After being bombed, you were able to hold out for so long despite being surrounded by so many of us. You are indeed very strong." Zhou Ming's voice rang out from outside the crowd.

Takeshita knew that three fourth-tier Blood Demon soldiers, along with third-tier Blood Demon soldiers, made way for him, and Ranger Electromagnetic Cannon and the others also made way.

Zhou Ming looked at the old Japanese samurai who was being softened and trapped by the stone golem, and a triangular talisman appeared in his hand.

"Come on, obediently become my slave." Zhou Ming looked at the old Japanese samurai, whose face was contorted with rage and who was glaring at him through gritted teeth, and said with a smile.

I never expected to be able to capture the other party alive. It seems that the art of winning hearts and minds is still very effective.

The triangular talisman merged into the old Japanese samurai's body, and the Qi within his body was transformed into bloodthirsty power.

"You want to control me?" The old Japanese samurai said, his face contorted with rage, as if he were enduring something.

Zhou Ming frowned; the other party's spirit and resilience were unexpectedly strong.

"Bang!" A flash of light erupted from the old Japanese samurai's body and shot out from his forehead.

In an instant, all breath was gone. The old Japanese samurai slumped to the side, his eyes wide open, and died.

At this point, the transformation of the blood demon power did not stop, but the person was already dead and could no longer be transformed into a blood demon soldier.

A moment later, the talisman carrying a large amount of bloodthirsty power flew back.

Zhou Ming remained expressionless, raising his gaze to the courtyard in front of him.

"Search!" Zhou Ming uttered a single word simply and clearly.

The stone man softened the stone, threw the old man's mummified corpse on the ground, and then walked heavily toward the courtyard.

Not long after, a shout rang out.

"Master, there's one alive here."

Zhou Ming immediately went over and saw an elderly monk who looked weak. He gritted his teeth and looked warily at the blood demon soldiers surrounding him.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhou Ming rushed over instantly.

The old monk's expression changed slightly. He formed a hand seal, and a burst of light flashed as he tried to create a barrier.

The brilliant light had just begun to shine when a sharp pain shot through his mind, instantly causing the still unstable barrier to collapse.

Zhou Ming had already rushed to the old monk's side. Without uttering a word, he struck the old man's temples with both hands.

The force, neither too strong nor too weak, was transmitted, causing the old monk's vision to go black and his mind to spin.

A triangular talisman appeared in Zhou Ming's hand, which he then slapped into the old man's body. Still somewhat uneasy, he raised his hands again.

"Bang!" The blow struck the old man's temple, causing him to remain dizzy.

The Qi was continuously transformed into bloodthirsty power. Zhou Ming stood in front of the old monk and would tap his temple from time to time.

"I'd like to see you fail again this time," Zhou Ming finally said through gritted teeth.

A moment later, the conversion was complete.

"Master!" The old man opened his eyes, somewhat dizzy, and knelt on the ground, saying.

"What's your name? Introduce yourself, and tell me about your family's influence in Japan," Zhou Ming asked after thinking for a moment.

"Jian Zhengshou, Jian is my surname. The ability I cultivate is a school of barrier techniques inherited from my ancestor, which integrates various barrier techniques. I focus on cultivating this school of techniques that I have no children of my own, only the lineage to follow," Jian Zhengshou said, feeling dizzy.