Screaming Cycle

Of course, Ji Lu and others would not stand stupidly waiting for the Holy Court Army to encircle them.

They need to take the initiative to find a battlefield that is beneficial to them in advance.

Before the transfer, Master Mingjun took out a whistle from the dirty monk's robe and blew it several times.

Not long after, a bush rustled by the clearing shook, and then a black and white animal emerged.

Ji Lu: "!!!"

--Ah ah ah ah ah! !

He screamed frantically in his heart, stretched out his hand tremblingly and pointed at the chubby, chubby beast, his eyes were wide and his mouth grew into an "O" shape, shocked.

"Don't panic."

The fat monk completely misunderstood the meaning of Ji Xiaoniao's expression, and softly explained:

"It's an iron-eater, and it's also my mount."

Master Mingjun paused:

"Don't worry, although it is fierce, it is actually very gentle and will not attack people casually."

Ji Lu: "It's not..."

His eyes stuck to the iron-eater, and he couldn't pull it off.

——This is a panda!

——Alive, not a national treasure locked in a zoo! !

——It can be touched, it's wild! ! !

Ji Lu: "You, you are riding this bear...No, is this iron-eater on the front line?"

"Yes!"

Master Mingjun nodded naturally:

"It's a good partner to accompany the poor monk from birth to death!"

Ji Shu: "..."

He almost did not bend down on the spot.

—— Let the fat accompany you from birth to death, you really bear the heart!

But now is not the time to discuss whether or not to ride a panda to fight.

After the fat monk recalled the mount, the group quickly shifted their positions.

They chose a cliff as the location for their confrontation with the Saints.

The people here are condescending, with the cliffs on the north back, unable to climb. If the Holy Court army wants to attack, they can only choose the relatively gentle slopes on the south.

They also specially set up a few torches so that the chasers could find their positions as soon as possible.

Standing on the high cliff, Ji Tuan looked at the fire dragon getting closer below, and felt his heart surging and blood boiling.

In the front is the alien soldier who has made the life of China disheartened, and behind is the ancient army that has just awakened from a thousand-year-old slumber.

——Now, they also have the power to contend with the invaders!

No one speaks.

Ji Shu and his group stood on the cliff, silent and cold.

And the twelve thousand three hundred and sixty-eight zombie soldiers lined up neatly, standing against the mountain, covering the entire cliff.

They can't even move their fingertips, as solemn as a stone sculpture of a respected statue, and at the deepest moment of night, they are like ghosts in the woods.

The Holy Court is getting closer.

With the eyesight of Ji Shu as an archer, he can already see the armor patterns on the paladins at the forefront.

"Look at the poor monk!"

At this moment, the fat monk suddenly stopped drinking, rolled over and rode on his iron-eater, raised the big bronze cauldron on his shoulders above his head, the mouth of the bottle was down, and he shouted:

"Charge with me!!"

As soon as the voice fell, billowing black smoke gushed from the large bronze cauldron.

The smoke filled the river embankment like a tidal wave, surging down the hillside, and the waves were rolling towards the Holy Court Army.

For a time, I only heard the sound of exclamation, screams, roars, and fighting one after another.

After the black smoke fell to the ground, they turned into soldiers with sullen faces, fighting with the leading Paladins.

They are the people who died in the imperial tombs, the dark chesses laid out thousands of years ago, and the ghost soldiers invincible at night.

Even the paladin with the protection of the holy light has no power to defend against the ghost soldiers that are overwhelming like migratory locusts.

But the hillside is very steep and there are not many places to foot, so they can only line up in a few columns to go up, so that when the striker is attacked, there is no way to go back. It was torn to pieces by the ghosts in an instant.

The night is the battlefield of evil spirits.

They live in the great cauldron of Qingtong, and are even more powerful than human soldiers ten times their own in the dark night.

When Ji Tuan entered the imperial tomb, he didn't expect that there would be such a beautiful thing of buy one get one free, directly adding 10,000 ghost soldiers.

At this time, Master Mingjun rode a panda down the hillside, waved his vajra, and stood in a ball with the Paladin.

The two **** were caught in the chaos army, unexpectedly very flexible, rushing from the left to the right to kill, without losing the wind.

"Humph."

The Second Young Master of Dong's family folded his arms and looked at the battle on the hillside, and hummed:

"It seems that the battle can indeed be ended before dawn."

Although the young man looked disdainful, the corners of his lips curled up slightly. Ji Xuan knew that he was actually very happy in his heart.

However, in the next moment, the battle on the hillside suddenly changed.

A group of golden holy light exploded in mid-air, like a small sun, instantly shining a radius of ten miles like daylight.

The holy light is all the dark creatures-including the dead, the strongest nemesis, which immediately forced the large group of ghost soldiers to retreat.

Ji Lu squinted his eyes and looked at the dazzling luminous body in mid-air.

In the dazzling white light, he vaguely distinguished the silhouette of a person.

The man was suspended in the air, wearing a set of black robe, and was posing in the shape of a classic magic stick with both hands raised. There were three pairs of bright wings extending behind him. At first glance, he looked like the legendary six. Winged Seraphim.

"what!"

Elena, standing behind Ji Shu, let out a short exclamation.

Ji Lu turned his head and asked:

"Do you know him?"

The red-haired witch nodded, her face pale as paper, and replied with a trembling voice:

"I've heard of him, Joshua the Six-Winged Son."

Joshua, like the Anthony Ji Tuan and the others had met, was a child from the Holy Court who had spent great effort searching from all corners of the Western European continent. He was born with a light affinity far stronger than ordinary people.

The young man named Joshua was so famous that he even knew the witch who served the darkness because he was ranked third among the twelve saint children.

In other words, his power is very powerful, almost representing the top hand of the Holy Court's combat power.

The "sacred relic" he used was a crown of pure gold.

The legend is that a thousand years ago, the saint's representative, Ti, was crowned with the crown when he established the first kingship in the world. The ruby ​​inlaid in the center holds a drop of god's blood.

Just when Irina tried her best to inform Ji Shu about the information she knew about the six-winged son Joshua, the big group of holy light in the sky also changed at this time.

The holy son Joshua first suppressed a large group of ghost soldiers under the strong light, and then urged the power of the holy light in the "Holy Relic" to perform his strongest move.

The seraph's figure grew longer and longer, getting bigger and bigger, and gradually swelled into a giant twenty meters tall. A black silk robe turned into a dense and soft light curtain, pouring down like a waterfall. With only wings standing behind his back, the wingspan alone almost covered the entire battlefield.

Joshua's huge facial features are very delicate, his eyebrows and eyelashes are all pure gold. When he lowers his eyes and looks gently at the battlefield under his feet, he looks exactly like the merciful and holy angels in the church.

However, the beautiful angel shot without ambiguity.

He stretched out his big hand and flirted on the battlefield, acting gracefully as if he was holding up a handful of holy water, but he picked up a dozen ghost soldiers.

They were caught in Joshua's hand like a cloud of mist, and when they were squeezed severely, there was a stern ghost cry echoing in the mountains and forests of the dark night-the ghost soldiers were crushed into powder by the holy light, and disappeared without a trace.

Master Mingjun riding a panda is rushing east and west on the battlefield, while avoiding Joshua's capture, while still fighting the ghost soldiers courageously to kill the enemy.

"That person's abilities are very similar to Big Gen."

Ji Lu turned his head to look at Ren Jianmo next to him, and smiled:

"It's just that there is more Holy Light Bodyguard, which may be a little troublesome..."

Ren Jianmo heard what he meant:

"What are you going to do?"

Ji Lu patted the electric mirror hung around his waist and smiled brightly:

"Let me go."

Ren Jian silently nodded.

He didn't say anything, just stretched out his hand and pushed gently on Ji Shu's back.

Ji Xiaoniao followed this force and jumped down the hill, like a real bird, flying out, and rushing towards the six-story giant of light.

——He wants to give it a try, to what extent can he do it now!

When the first ray of sunlight fell on the forest in the early morning, the fighting that lasted for an hour finally stopped.

On the ramp, there are corpses all over the mountains.

Although it was a melee in the Cold Weapon Age, because it was fighting at night, many plants and trees were accidentally ignited by torches, and large groups of smoke rose into the sky, invisibly setting off the battlefield even more tragic.

Master Mingjun rode a panda on and off the battlefield, counting the number of ghost soldiers, and rushing to return them all to the large bronze cauldron before the sky completely lit up.

After a battle, the fat monk himself looked very embarrassed. A monk's robe was completely rotten and could not be worn. It was drooping around his waist like rags, and his body was trembling with pork belly. A large scald from the left shoulder to the back was a medal left by the master facing the holy light.

However, the original majestic and chubby, because he carried his master on the battlefield and killed seven in and out, he was stained with blood and smoke, and the whole bear was so dirty that he couldn't see it. It changed from a beautiful black and white match to a mottled mass. Barge big briquettes.

As for Ji Tuan, he is sitting in the middle of the battlefield now, regardless of the mess and smell of the ground beside him, he directly took out food and drinking water from the ring space, opened it and gulped.

Joshua collapsed about ten meters away in front of Ji Xiaoniao. He had returned to his original shape, face down motionless, his breath was cut off, and a circle of pure gold crowns broke into two pieces, stuck in a crooked manner. Between his light linen hair.

"Little bird, good job!"

Dong Jing is commanding his army of zombies to clean up the battlefield, clean up the corpses of the Holy Court army, and extinguish sporadic flames everywhere.

He walked quickly to the side of Ji Shu, his face flushed with excitement and excitement that had not faded.

The taxi should treat each other with admiration for three days.

But the second master of the Dong family did not expect that it would take three days at all, just after half a day, Ji Xiaoniao was already so powerful that he could kill such a behemoth on his own--and the other party was still the strongest group of Xiyi barbarians. One of the fighting power!