Counterattack Xiaoxian

Forced to have no choice, Ji Lingchu and the Saint both held torches and walked down the steps.

They noticed that the mud under their feet seemed to have been roasted by a strong fire, and was slightly scorched. It was extremely hard when they stepped on it, all the way to the bottom.

Ji Lingchu was extremely reluctant at first, but he gave in at the last moment when the turtle-shell man was about to take action. This guy looked like the kind of person he couldn't beat. As the saying goes, a good man doesn't suffer the consequences in front of him!

The saint was a beauty with equal parts beauty and intelligence, but she was not a hero either, so she accompanied him into the cave.

The two of them moved forward slowly, and green smoke kept coming, which was slightly choking. Instead, there seemed to be a lingering smell of blood in the air, and the temperature gradually increased.

This is another high and open space, with all kinds of broken pottery abandoned on the ground. They are not common daily utensils, but weapons such as pottery knives, pottery spears, pottery shields, and pottery armor.

A few miles away, they discovered more than a dozen barracks built with clay bricks. There were many complete utensils inside, all made of clay. They also saw pots, bowls, chopsticks and other objects, some of which were engraved with words. None of them can be recognized.

I looked at several barracks, all of similar shapes. Each one could accommodate at least a thousand people. When walking into a barracks, the saint suddenly said "Huh" and stopped.

It turns out that there is a line of small dark characters on the wall of the barracks, but these characters are written in Shaman script. There are eight characters in total: After three years in Bingyao, I became homesick.

Ji Lingchu thought for a while and said, "Could this be the military kiln?"

The saint shook her head and continued to walk forward. Later, she saw a broken arrow in a military camp with a word engraved on it. The saint said that this was a runic character, which was the word "punishment".

After leaving the camp, the school grounds were in front of them. Looking closer, Ji Lingchu took a breath of cold air.

Within their field of vision were life-sized pottery figurines wearing armor and holding knives. They were so densely packed that they could not be illuminated to the edge. As the two of them walked through them, there were endless pottery figurines, estimated to number about one hundred thousand.

The style of the pottery figurines is simple and the equipment is uniform. They are clearly a regular army. It is a pity that we cannot see the whole picture, otherwise how spectacular it would be!

Thinking of this, Ji Lingchu suddenly felt murderous and violent, and had goosebumps all over his body.

These pottery figurines seemed to be carved from the same mold. When passing by a pottery figurine in front, Ji Lingchu couldn't help but look at it because this one was a head taller than ordinary pottery figurines and seemed to be a general.

When he turned around to leave, the thick and long pottery spear in the figurine's hand suddenly pierced his buttocks, which was absolutely unexpected.

Fortunately, he was always vigilant. In just 0.01 seconds, he raised his buttocks and clamped the spear, and immediately felt that his legs were about to burst.

The strong sense of crisis made him firmly grasp the gun barrel, lift the figurine's spear, and send it flying. Almost in no particular order, another shot hit his chest.

There was a flash of cold light, and Ji Lingchu's blade came forward. The head of the spear shattered, but the barrel was intact, which showed how hard it was.

Then the spear turned into a long stick, nothing fancy, it was as powerful as breaking mountains and rivers, smashing down people and sticks.

Ji Lingchu stepped forward and used the "Zhan Zi Jue" to strike quickly, slashing out nine unstoppable green spears, which collided head-on with the long stick.

The long stick was broken into several pieces and fell to the ground with a "clang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang," turns on the figurine's body. Nine deep knife marks appeared on the body of the figurine. Long black flames.

Ji Lingchu didn't expect this move. He rolled on the spot and ran towards the figurine with amazing speed. He slapped his two big pottery palms together, and the palm wind was like a cast... If this was true, Ji Lingchu His head will directly become a "Turtle City Brand" egg-filled biscuit.

At this moment, two silver wires caught the shoulders of the general, preventing him from moving forward. Ji Lingchu ran away violently, his spiritual power overwhelming, and a sword slashed from head to tail. The body split into two pieces, and a white bone came out of it. .

He jumped back in shock, thinking it was some kind of hidden weapon, but the white skeleton fell to the ground and made no move.

Ji Lingchu took a step forward suspiciously. When he saw the saint girl approaching, he asked, "What's going on? There is also the Tao clan, right?"

"God Yao is merciful!" The saint frowned and said: "These are human figurines. Living people are sealed into pottery figurines through forbidden techniques for driving. The human figurines have no sanity and all six senses. They are extremely vicious and have lasted for thousands of years. No more."

"Are these all human figurines in front of me? I don't believe it!"

He walked up to a terracotta warrior and chopped it down with his sword. What fell out was a white skeleton. He couldn't help feeling his hands and feet were a little cold. He thought that the bastard who did such a thing must have no descendants.

He was very angry and asked: "It seems that these people should have been dead for a long time, why are they still active?"

The saint said she had never heard of it. Ji Lingchu grabbed her hand and said, "Let's go to the front and take a look. There must be some reason."

The saint asked: "What are you doing?"

Ji Lingchu quickly let go and said he caught him by mistake, with a mixture of embarrassment and joy on his face.

Suddenly, another sword slashed at him. He jumped away and was about to fight back. Unexpectedly, the warrior wielding the sword stopped moving again. Instead, a spear was stabbed diagonally from the saint's back.

The saint turned her wrist, and a silver thread bound the attacking terracotta warrior. The terracotta warrior struggled a few times and then turned off again.

The two people leaned together and looked around. They saw only the black heads and the dense weapons. Everything was silent, but it seemed that any pottery figurine might explode and injure someone at any time.

The subsequent attacks became more frequent, and they encountered hundreds of them in a short period of time, all of which were resolved one by one.

After stepping on a pottery head into the ground again, Ji Lingchu said: "Someone should be controlling these pottery figurines. I think he can only control one at a time. Otherwise, if thousands of armies attack together, there will be no way for us to survive!"

"Well, we have to find a way to catch him." The saint bit her lip gently, shook out many strands of silver thread, tied up all the hundreds of people in the formation, and waited for changes.

Unexpectedly, a long halberd was thrown from another army formation like a meteor. The two of them dodged, and the halberd blade cut off a bunch of hard head melon seeds.

They finally knew that no matter far or near, that person could really control any pottery figurine. In this case, fighting to the death was definitely not an option and they had to leave as soon as possible.

The two sped up, fought all the way, broke hundreds of weapons, subdued nearly a thousand pottery figurines, and finally managed to penetrate the military formation and escape.

Ji Lingchu suffered some minor injuries. The most serious one was a knife in his shoulder. The wound was burnt red and painful. It seemed that these pottery knives contained fire poison.

The saint girl was fine. She stopped Ji Lingchu's bleeding and told him not to be careless again. Xiao Ji's heart started to feel hot when he heard this.

When he walked out of the school grounds, although he was injured, he still looked back and felt a trace of compassion in his chest.

He was thinking that no matter how weird this army was, they were still human beings, and they should have had their own emotions, anger, sorrow, and parents, wives, and children, right?