Martial Arts: I am in the Ming Cult and I am building a dynasty

Just as Zhao Min said, the sheep turned into a pack of wolves.

Under the change of the bloody ripples, the Yanziwu army, which was originally in a hopeless situation, quickly transformed from experienced and hardened soldiers into bloodthirsty and powerful soldiers.

Above the lake.

Yang Zhao frowned slightly, feeling that there was something wrong with this scene.

Could the blood-red light emanating from the blood-red scepter be something like bloodthirsty magic or morale aura?

Oh my god, is this a martial arts world or a western fantasy world?

Yang Zhao has read thousands of martial arts secrets books. It can be said that in the world of Jiuzhou, he has never seen such a method as the bloodthirsty halo as the one he is seeing now.

A powerful army of this level might not be able to deal with a Martial Saint.

But as long as they are brave enough and fearless enough, even a powerful celestial being will be overwhelmed by the huge number of troops if he is not careful.

Something is wrong, very wrong.

Just when Yang Zhao was full of doubts, Shi Shouxin and others in the sky also came down, bringing 30,000 ghost soldiers with them and stepped on the lake.

Shi Shouxin approached Yang Zhao and said, "Yang kid, the blood-colored crystal of the scepter contains a large amount of incense power, but how should I put it? It doesn't taste the same as the incense power collected by our Song Dynasty."

Li Jixun also came up and said, "It's definitely not the right taste. I've tasted it, and how should I put it? The power of their incense is a bit like the smell of a dancer from the Western Regions."

Yang Zhao: “…”

Shi Shouxin: “…”

Li Jixun was frightened by the stares of the two men and said, "No, I was just making an analogy. Anyway, that is definitely not the way we do things in the Central Plains. We have to be careful."

Li Jixun was reliable for once and hit the nail on the head.

Yang Zhao nodded and thought of the Yuan Dynasty behind the Mongols. It seemed that Temujin had once conquered Europe and the Mediterranean in his previous life.

If in this world with extraordinary martial arts powers, there is also a Western world.

In the Western world, does it also have supernatural powers such as faith, divine arts, magic, and fighting spirit?

Very likely.

In this case, it would make sense that Zhao Min had one or two Western treasures blessed with bloodthirsty magic.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhao calmed down again and looked at Shi Shouxin and said, "Senior, can you handle it?"

Shi Shouxin looked at the bloodthirsty army on the other side with contempt, and laughed coldly: "Yang family kid, are you kidding me? In terms of bloodthirstiness and killing, can living people be better than dead soldiers?"

Li Jixun also laughed boldly and said, "Boss Shi, it's meaningless for you to say that. When I was alive, I would lead the troops to defeat them just the same."

Yang Zhao smiled grimly and said, "What are you waiting for? Kill these traitors."

"boom!"

As soon as Yang Zhao finished speaking, Shi Shouxin and Li Jixun waved their hands, and the 30,000 ghost soldiers, who had accumulated negative auras such as death, yin, evil, and hostility for two hundred years, were like black beams of light that shredded the clouds a thousand meters above the sky.

The white clouds dissipated, and the inky black devil clouds that followed condensed into a source of evil, covering the heads of the ghost soldiers.

At the same time, under the feet of the 30,000 ghost soldiers, the rolling evil death energy penetrated deep into the Taihu Lake. Large areas of aquatic plants, fish and shrimps were infected and died, and began to float on the water surface.

If before, the brothers of Yishe, with their 30,000 ghost soldiers, still maintained the original divinity of incense and worship.

At this moment, the 30,000 ghost soldiers truly revealed their appearance as hellish ghosts hidden under the divinity of incense and fire. They were so cruel and violent that people could not look directly at them.

You have to know that these ghost soldiers were originally the most ferocious personal soldiers on the battlefield in the past.

After the death of these personal soldiers, they also became the most ferocious ghosts.

The imperial mausoleum cave has been sealed for two hundred years. The resentment and violence of these fierce ghosts and fierce soldiers are enough to scare even the Heavenly Master into breaking out in cold sweats.

And in this martial arts world where evil spirits have never been seen.

The appearance of this group of ghost soldiers immediately made Zhao Min, Baisun Taoist, King Jinlun, Xu Longxiang, Xu Yanbing and others' hair stand on end.

Compared with this group of evil soldiers, those so-called wolves with bloodthirsty aura are not as good as the weakest puppies.

At this time, even the Taoist Baisun, who had been jumping the most happily before, could not help but retreat back to the army camp.

"My lord, something is not right. If there is anything unfavorable, I will take you to retreat first."

Taoist Baisun is the person with the highest cultivation among the crowd. Even though he has only just entered the realm of Martial Saint, his perception is many times sharper than that of King Jinlun, Xu Longxiang, Xu Yanbing and others.

Taoist Baisun could not sense even a trace of living human breath on those ghost soldiers.

Taoist Baisun sensed an extremely terrifying sense of danger from Shi Shouxin, Li Jixun and other brothers of the Yishe Society, which was even stronger than when they were outside the city of Bianjing.

So the first thing that Taoist Baisun thought of was to run away.

If you want to survive, don't shiver. You can escape it anyway.

Listening to the words of Baisun Taoist, which greatly damaged the morale, Zhao Min rolled her eyes speechlessly, glared at Baisun Taoist, and then looked at Yang Zhao and said, "You are playing tricks. This princess does not believe it. How powerful can the 30,000 Song troops on the opposite side be? Can they really turn the world upside down?"

Taoist Baisun was scolded and said nothing.

King Jinlun took the opportunity to say, "Your Highness is right. Our army is like wolves. Even if the other side is just pretending to be a god, it doesn't matter. I am willing to be the pioneer for you. With my Dragon Elephant Divine Art, I will definitely capture the Yang family kid alive and present him to you."

Xu Longxiang of Beiliang also came forward and said, "The Song army is the best at playing tricks and schemes. They appear fierce on the outside, but in fact they are spineless inside. Princess Zhao Min, if you can't make the decision, then I, Beiliang, will command these hundreds of thousands of troops..."

Zhao Min raised her eyebrows and said, "Xu Longxiang, is it my Great Yuan that gave you face, or is it you, Beiliang, who are too arrogant and dare to compete with me for power? How many heads do you have in Beiliang to chop off?"

After being rudely scolded by Zhao Min, Xu Longxiang's face suddenly turned red, and a surge of blood and energy rushed into the sky, and a surging and whistling sound like the waves of a river came out of his body.

Fortunately, Xu Yanbing was quite calm at this time. He grabbed Xu Longxiang and shook his head expressionlessly.

The enemy must be strong. Xu Longxiang gritted his teeth and swallowed his anger, his face extremely gloomy.

Zhao Min then glared at Xu Longxiang fiercely, turned her head to look at the tall figure beside her, and said, "Magic Master, what do you think we should do in this situation?"

Chapter 286: The Tough Ghost Soldiers Who Can't Be Killed or Killed

A massive war involving hundreds of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people cannot be started in the blink of an eye.

Above the vast Taihu Lake.

Zhao Min has a large number of people under her command. With the help of the Xuanming true meaning bestowed by Taoist Baisun, they continue to freeze the lake water, making it thicker, wider and longer, preparing for a favorable formation.

At the same time, a large number of generals from the Mongols and Northern Liang came with them, seizing the time to familiarize themselves with the soldiers and deploy their formations.

As for Yang Zhao, he wouldn't just start fighting on impulse.

The Jiangnan National Defense Temple had only just been opened up not long ago. After the Dragon Spirit penetrated the imperial mausoleum in the Bianjing City, it had already entered the Huangji Zhenshi Bell long ago, sleeping and recovering while sublimating its origin.

Shi Shouxin, Li Jixun and other brothers of the Yishe Society are very powerful, but on this Taihu Lake, they also need to cooperate with their 30,000 Yin soldiers to infect the entire battlefield with Yin evil spirit.

At the very least, we have to speed up and expand the Yintu area in Suzhou City to the Taihu Lake.

The confrontation and stalemate between the two armies seemed a bit weird, but it was also reasonable.

Once both sides have completed their preparations, the most brutal attack and war will inevitably unfold.

Time passes bit by bit.

Just when the battle was about to begin, Yang Zhao suddenly discovered that Zhao Min, the commander and ruler of the opposing camp, was frozen in place by Taoist Baisun's mysterious energy. She had an extremely angry expression on her face, and she could neither speak nor move her hands.

Instead, the commander of the opposing army became Xu Longxiang of Beiliang.

Yang Zhao felt a little puzzled and couldn't help but complain: "Damn, I've only seen things like changing commanders before in books. This is the first time I've seen a real person or real event. It's rare."

Shi Shouxin and others were also a little speechless.

Li Jixun was nonchalant and said, "The underworld has already spread here. Unfortunately, it is above Lake Tai, and the earth energy is a little far away. But it is enough. Yang kid, when are we going to start the battle?"

Yang Zhao chuckled and said, "Senior Li, we don't need to start a fight. The other side is already rushing over."

As Yang Zhao's voice fell.

In the opposite camp, under the blessing of Taoist Baisun's Xuanming true meaning, hundreds of horses were galloping, and frost and fog gathered under their feet. Wherever they passed, the lake surface was quickly frozen.

Behind the thousands of galloping horses, Xu Longxiang kept issuing orders.

Under his command, Xu Yanbing, King Jinlun, Mahaye and others each commanded a large army, like black lines, forming a lotus shape, and quickly formed a huge encirclement, intending to wrap up Yang Zhao and others in one go.

Li Jixun was stunned for a moment, then said: "Are all the young people nowadays so fierce in fighting? They just start fighting without even a little probing?"

Shi Shouxin grinned and said, "If that's the case, then there's no need to hide it, let's get started."

The words fell.

The nine brothers of Yishe each led more than 3,000 ghost soldiers. They ignored Yang Zhao and formed nine different formations. With the wind and rain all over the sky, they counterattacked towards the army that was surrounding them from all directions.

Without body, pain, fear and other emotions.

The 30,000 ghost soldiers led by the brothers of the Yishe Society were far superior to normal armies in terms of speed, morale, strength, etc. In just a moment, they rode on the ghost wind and were swept into those large armies.

"kill!"

When the armies met, waves of blood rose into the sky like pouring water.

Once the two hundred years of brutality of the thirty thousand ghost soldiers were vented, the methods they used were extremely cruel. Wherever they passed, the enemy corpses left behind did not even show a complete human form.

And what's even more strange is.

When the enemy's swords, spears, halberds, etc. passed through the 30,000 ghost soldiers, it was as if they had penetrated nothingness and could not cause any harm to those ghost soldiers at all.

Only those officers who have cultivated true qi can use the true qi, essence, etc. to cause some damage to the 30,000 ghost soldiers.

"Ghost! It really is a ghost!"

In the brutal battlefield, an enemy soldier holding a spear took advantage of the chaos and stabbed a Yin soldier who was killing the enemy from behind, but not a single drop of blood flowed out.

Immediately afterwards, the ghost soldier who was killing the enemy turned his head strangely, grinned at the spearman, opened his mouth, revealed a mouthful of fangs, and stretched out his neck to bite the spearman to death.

At this moment, a bright gun light flashed.

Xu Yanbing was seen breaking through a passage, and the long spear in his hand scattered star-like rays, nailing the ghost soldier's head on the ice surface. Then the spear shattered, and the ghost soldier's head also exploded.

"What the hell is this?"

Xu Yanbing had already realized how difficult these ghost soldiers were to deal with after Fang Yi took over the battle.

Ordinary soldiers, even if they were blessed by the bloodthirsty scepter and their fighting spirit and morale were stimulated to the peak, would be scared to death by this kind of ghost thing.

Not to mention thirty thousand, even if there were only three thousand of these ghost things, they would not be easy to deal with.

Is it really a ghost?

Xu Yanbing began to waver, not to mention whether he had ever seen ghosts or monsters.

As for immortals and gods, they really exist in the Beiliang camp.

Since immortals and gods exist, it seems possible that the Song Dynasty could summon ghosts and monsters.

"hiss!"

Just when Xu Yanbing was a little dazed, the ghost soldier whose head was originally shattered, was resurrected again under the supply of the underworld's earth energy, and bit Xu Yanbing's thigh.

Xu Yanbing felt pain and his whole body was filled with true energy, which shattered the evil soldier again.

But when Xu Yanbing lowered his head, he discovered that the armor skirt on his leg had been bitten with several holes. Even his grandmaster-level body could not withstand it and was bitten with a wound full of black blood.

"Damn it, what the hell is this?"

Xu Yanbing was at the ninth level of the celestial being, and was only one step away from entering the realm of Martial Saint. He had extremely strong killing power, and with a burst of his silver spear, he quickly wiped out hundreds of ghost soldiers.

This movement soon attracted the attention of more ghost soldiers, and hundreds of ghost soldiers rushed over quickly.

Not only the ghost soldiers around, but also the resurrected ghost soldiers.

They can’t be killed or killed.

Even Xu Yanbing felt a chill spreading in his heart after fighting for a while, and an indescribable fear grew in his heart.

This is not just the case on the battlefield where Xu Yanbing is.

The same was true on other battlefields. More than a dozen powerful celestial beings brought by Beiliang, Mongolian Yuan Dynasty and Sui Dynasty were surrounded by groups of Yin soldiers.

As for the Yanziwu army, their morale collapsed for the second time within half an hour of the battle.

Chapter 287 Zhao Min's Anger and Despair

The army of hundreds of thousands adjusted into a siege state, but was directly attacked to pieces by those sparsely scattered Yin soldiers. It would be better if they gathered in groups and could use the Yang energy of their large numbers to resist a little.

The situation on the battlefield was almost a one-sided massacre.

After the morale of the Yanziwu army collapsed for the second time, thousands of soldiers, freed from the influence of the bloodthirsty aura, wanted to flee again.