Back Off, Let Me Come

Jimo Cong's eyes turned cold.

Wei Cheng's plan could be seen at a glance.

He sighed inwardly, his expression became more fierce and resolute, cutting off the unnecessary softness and hesitation, and gave the final notice in a cold voice: "Wei Yucheng, you are stubborn and stubborn, so I can only help you!"

Naturally, it didn't allow him to continue his killing spree.

Jimo Cong knew this, and Wei Cheng knew it even more.

He looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, wantonly and arrogantly, with each wave louder than the other, like a demonic sound that penetrated his soul. The soldiers of the two countries and three armies were affected to varying degrees regardless of whether they were the enemy or ourselves. They could feel Wei Cheng's anger at this moment firsthand. The one with a slightly weaker will still burst into tears under such a bone-shattering emotion: "Stubborn? Hahahahaha, I thought that Wei Cheng, who was fighting in the north and south, got such an evaluation. Jimo Miaoming, you claim to be a bullshit Fang Wai He should go away and be your high priest!"

Instead of attacking him under a ridiculous banner.

O God, O subordinate of God!

How proud! How ridiculous!

There was even a tearing sound in Wei Cheng's last sentence, but Jimo Cong was still unmoved by it. Countless blood threads gathered by divine power gathered a huge ball of light at the top of the wooden staff in just a few breaths, and the pitted battlefield gave off a faint light. If you look down from the sky, you will find that these rays of light follow a certain pattern and path and quickly converge to form a gorgeous and mysterious pattern.

These patterns are consistent with the dark patterns on the high priest's attire.

Qian Yong's tense heartstrings finally relaxed. When he let out the turbid breath he had been holding in for a long time, he was surprised to find that his forehead was covered with sweat and his underwear was sticking tightly to his skin. Judging from the current situation, Wei Cheng seems to be restrained by this woman named Jimo Cong, and there is a high probability that he will not be able to turn around. But a new doubt also arose: "Wei Yucheng is also a 20th-grade Chehou after all, so he should have some trump cards, right?"

Kang Shi rolled his eyes and said, "Don't be a crow."

Qian Yong choked and became furious.

How could Kang Jishou have the nerve to speak ill of others?

Gong Shuwu, who has always kept a low profile, did have some clues: "Wei Yucheng's greatest advantage is that he is not afraid of pain. As long as his life energy is not exhausted or his soul is severely bruised, he is almost invincible at the same level. However, This is also his biggest disadvantage! Without the barrier of the physical body, even if his strength reaches the level of twenty-level Chehou, his soul will always be exposed."

Popular explanation, the body is equivalent to the soul's armor. With this layer of armor, the Yin attribute resistance is +99, the Yang attribute resistance is +99, and other attributes are increased by 55 each. Without the body and the resistance bonus, these two powers hit the soul directly, and any level A can produce a critical hit. Not to mention that Jimo Cong also tricked Weicheng and caused a big problem from the inside out.

Shen Tang was worried: "So, half a step is like this?"

When you encounter attribute restraint, you still don’t get killed?

Gong Shuwu didn't panic: "As long as the luck is not too bad."

Wudan warriors rarely pursue martial arts attributes, but usually pursue skills, speed, reaction, speech and spirit, warrior intention, and the construction of Wudan martial temples. Except for a few weirdos, the martial arts attributes they cultivated all take into account the seven types of metal, wood, water, fire, earth, and yin and yang. The difference lies in the different proportions. Gong Shuwu was like this before he was alive. He was forced to take the extreme route after he turned into bones.

Gong Shuwu added another sentence silently in his heart.

[Or don’t meet someone like my nephew Yunchi...] A brave warrior who has reached a certain level can extract a single attribute from his martial energy in a short period of time. Gong Shuwu used the warrior's intention to fight Gong Cheng for the first time, and this was the move that Gong Cheng almost killed him with.

If Shaochong hadn't saved him in time, he would have died a second time.

Shen Tang almost got PTSD when he heard the word "luck".

Even though his scalp was numb, he secretly made up his mind.

To be on the safe side, Kang Jishou was determined not to let Kang Shi and Gong Shuwu cooperate before he perfected his deceptive way of being a scribe!

absolute! cannot!

Kang Shi felt an inexplicable coldness and furry sensation on the back of his neck.

Although Wu Xian didn't know much about these side secrets, he could tell that Wei Cheng's situation was not good. Ever since the woman named Jimo Cong flew out of Weicheng's chest, Wei Cheng seemed to have lost his ability to resist. He was so anxious that veins popped up on his forehead and his face flushed. He wanted to get up and do something several times. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the calm Imperial Master, and the raging anxiety was calmed down again.

Until he couldn't sit still anymore.

"National Master, how to solve the current situation?"

The trapped general is the nephew of the Imperial Master and the leader of the Eternal Life Sect. I don’t believe that the Imperial Master can really sit still. This is too calm. Wu Xian lowered his face and urged the Imperial Preceptor again and again. Unexpectedly, the Imperial Preceptor only glanced at him lightly, with no emotion in his eyes.

The rest of Wu Xian's words were blocked.

He could only hide his embarrassment with a smile.

In two or three sentences, Jimo Cong's formation had taken shape, but there was no joy on her face. On the other hand, the trapped Wei Cheng was laughing wildly, and the weak flames in his eyes could not restrain him: "Jimo Miaoming, it looks like destiny. This time on my side, the god you believe in has not blessed you, so you lose!"

As soon as the words fell, the ground began to collapse with Wei City as the center. The huge pit continued to expand outwards, and soon it approached the vanguard camp of the two armies. Shen Tang and others had already given orders to retreat, and even if the incident occurred suddenly, there was no panic, let alone a stampede. On the other hand, Gao Guo's situation was slightly worse. There were about a dozen unlucky people who stepped on the ground and fell into the pit before they had time to react.

If the civil and military forces had not been reversed, the accident and height would not have killed anyone, and they would have been rescued before they even landed. However, after being reversed, the response would always be a beat or two slower: "Hurry, save people!"

Before he started to rescue, he heard frightened screams coming from the bottom of the pit.

The screams lasted for a breath and then stopped abruptly.

Starting from the first scream, other screams rang out one after another, with high-pitched and harsh tones, which made people's hair stand on end. After the screams appeared, the soldiers near the pit also smelled the strong smell of blood! There seems to be something at the bottom of the pit!

When Shen Tang saw this, he was shocked.

He glanced at Gong Shuwu and said, "Are you sure?"

"The death atmosphere at the bottom of the pit is very heavy! There are many 'people'! We can only be sure of the number of five to five, and the final general can only say that we will try our best to communicate." When Gong Shuwu said this, the flames in his eyes were three-thirds brighter with the naked eye. . This change was not caused by him, but because of the astonishingly strong death energy in this place! Death air is to life fire, just like oxygen is to flame, this thing is a combustion aid!

Shen Tang took a deep breath: "Just do your best."

Older gingers are more spicy.

Compared with Weicheng, Gong Shuwu was still too young.

As the collapse came to an end and the dust gradually dispersed, everyone could clearly see how big the pit was - it accounted for almost one-tenth of the entire battlefield! The pit was visually estimated to be more than twenty feet long, with an upside-down semicircular light gray barrier in the center.

There is a golden halo flowing above the barrier from time to time.

These golden threads are actually flowing secret patterns!

My eyesight was good enough, and I could even see through the mist the countless black shadows moving below, and I could vaguely hear the movement of the fighting horses. Hundreds of bones can be seen in the cross section of the soil layer in Dakeng! I dare not think about how many corpses there are under this land.

Wei Cheng, Jimo Cong and Jimo Qiu did not fall.

They float above the formation.

Wei Cheng was wrapped in a cocoon by countless special attribute silk threads ejected by the formation, unable to move. The cocoon spread upward from his feet, covering his chest in the blink of an eye. Jimo Qiu looked at Wei Cheng, and then at the completely destroyed seal under the formation.

I don’t know if it counts as a profit or a loss this time.

Jimo Cong said: "Last time I came, there were not so many people."

"The seal was placed by the ancestors?"

"No, I just followed the instructions and reinforced it twice. The resentment of these corpses underneath is too heavy. I can only rely on time to slowly eliminate the resentment. If it is not sealed, it is easy to cause trouble. Unexpectedly, more than a hundred years have passed, and the resentment has not diminished but has become heavier..." With Jimo Cong's carefulness, he could also guess the reason. It was simply that some force was fighting here again, leaving and burying tens of thousands of corpses.

Build another mass grave on top of the mass grave.

It’s strange that the resentment can be reduced.

Jimo Qiu also felt that it was difficult, so he could only ask the more experienced Jimo Cong for advice: "Please give me some advice and guidance from my ancestors."

Jimo Cong looked at the young man in front of him who was very similar to himself. He was still connected to her by blood, and he was probably a descendant of unknown generations. She opened her mouth, a hint of embarrassment appeared on her cold face. As a senior, she has the obligation to clear the way for the younger generation. Even if she can't help, she can't help: "I feel ashamed to say that I really can't help with this matter."

Jimo Qiu: "..."

Jimo Cong said: "I don't like killing."

The subtext is that she doesn't care about the fight between the two forces below, and the mess caused by it is not under her control as a person who has been dead for more than a hundred years. He is only responsible for taking care of Weicheng. Trouble outside Wei City? Whoever caused it should solve it, so don't bother her.

Jimo Qiu strangely understood what she meant.

But just when Jimo Cong thought that his mission was accomplished and he could ascend to heaven with peace of mind, the younger generation raised his hand and pointed in the direction of Kang Guo's army.

Jimo Cong was puzzled and could only guess.

"Is it the secular force that you came to assist?"

"Um."

"This is against the family's motto, but I am already deceased and have no control over your children's affairs, so I will not reprimand him." Is she being polite by not scolding Jimo Qiu on the spot? No, it was because she didn't have time, "Just take care of yourself..."

Jimo Qiu: "It is the force commanded by His Highness."

Jimo Cong's head was stuck for a moment: "Your Highness's?"

"Yes, His Highness's."

Jimo Cong: "..."

Let her think about who among the Gongxi clan can be called the high priest or his highness. Jimo Qiu also reminded: "Didn't our ancestors already know the news of your highness's death in those days when they were trapped in Wei City and suffered hardships? Have you...forgot?"

If the "gods" hadn't awakened unexpectedly, how could the inner society of the gods who drank the blood of the gods and lived a happy life hiding underground to control the wind and clouds be easily restricted? Even the physical body is becoming more and more like a tree?

Jimo Cong: "..."

If she hadn't been a soul, she would have broken out in a cold sweat right now: "I have been keeping an eye on Wei Yucheng for more than a hundred years, and I basically only dealt with this guy. Later, I added those toys from the Society of Gods..."

Her life is extremely simple.

Meditate, stalk, and beat the soul of the inner society.

It's so simple and crude, and the brain that I'm so proud of is no longer working.

This is just like playing chess without playing with bad chess players every day. If you play too much, your chess skills will plummet.

Jimo Cong looked at the completely destroyed formation below.

His mood was even worse than when Wei Cheng was out of control.

He lowered his head and looked helplessly at his almost transparent soul body. This time, he was really helpless. However, she was quite reliable. Before leaving, she gave Jimo Qiu a little advice and taught him a forbidden sealing technique: "If it is really difficult to seal the water, you will be righteous."

As long as you are willing to risk your life, there are no demons or monsters that cannot be sealed away.

A typical example is Weicheng.

Jimo Qiu opened his mouth, his pupils shaking.

He seemed to want to ask his ancestors if he was joking with him.

Of course Jimo Cong was not joking. As someone who has received orthodox high priest education since she was a child, death has never been the end of life in her concept. Sacrifice is just to take off this heavy body. I believe Jimo Qiu will also have this realization.

She took one last look at the world.

"I hope you can tell me good news next time we meet."

Having said that, the remaining soul was thrown into the formation that was about to be closed to form the final part. The giant copper lock patterns were closed one after another, gradually swallowing up Wei Cheng's roar: "... Jimo Miaoming, can you still stop me this time? several years?"

The effect of this seal is far less than that of Jimo Cong at his peak.

Wei Cheng could only serve a few years in prison before being released.

If someone was coordinating from the outside, he would escape from jail faster.

What's more, more brutal killings will erupt in this land. Corpses, blood, and resentment, these things will only become nourishment for him and help him break through the bottleneck of strength. When he comes out of the mountain again, who can stop him? Before the formation completely sank to the bottom, Wei Cheng's words could still be vaguely heard: "You will regret it..."

As Wei Cheng disappeared, Wu Xian was completely numb.

He thought that his teammate was super powerful and wanted to make a big one. Unexpectedly, he ended up pulling a big one, and the other teammate was indifferent to it. Wu Xian thought that the imperial master had some amazing tricks up his sleeve. The war situation took a turn for the worse, and he had no time to think about the conspiracy behind the national master's abnormal behavior. The reality did not give him a chance to remain calm and numb.

Bottom of the pit...

Something is crawling out!

One, two, three, four...

All are bones!

Some of the bones were missing arms and legs, and their movements were slow and stiff. However, as they climbed up, they became faster and more flexible to the naked eye. The broken armor they wore was also frantically absorbing death energy, and was repaired bit by bit to the way they were before they were alive. In the last few feet, he climbed onto the wall and used his strength to leap to the edge of the pit! In the blink of an eye, the number changes from dozens, hundreds, thousands to thousands...

Wu Xian and Shen Tang noticed something was wrong at the same time.

"Aren't these... the soldiers and horses of the Wu Kingdom summoned by Wei Cheng?"

This is Wei Cheng's plan to use all his strength to break the seal, awaken the heroic spirits of the Wu Kingdom who are sleeping here, and unite the troops of the Gao Kingdom to trap and kill the Kang Kingdom here. Why do half of the dead soldiers of the Wu Kingdom form a formation to face their own side, and the other half form a formation to target the Gao Kingdom?

Shouldn't they help Gao Guo?

Wu Xian was horrified: "What do you mean?"

He asked the imperial master loudly.

The Imperial Master clasped his hands in his sleeves and chuckled under the gaze of countless pairs of frightened eyes: "At this time, the Lord Wu still asks this question, which really makes me sympathize. Do you really have such a thing as a brain?"

His mind is even emptyer than that of his good nephew.

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