Of course, even if they are sober, these people have lost their combat power, and even their weakness is several times deeper than other recruits who directly lost their combat power¡ª¡ª
After all, there is a price for the several times the fighting power that erupted in an instant just now.
At this time, the net of thousands of poisons and blood is still shrouded, and the rain of blood is still dripping.
Seeing this, Xi Ling'er let out a coquettish snort, and was about to ride the spirit of Hu Zhu and rush over to tear up the blood net.
But at this time, the cold and mad husband who had just cleaned his son's polluted soul, danced wildly with his hands and feet, and continued to arouse the cold mist spirit of Tianxu, and finally condensed a giant shape in the void, white and bright, step by step towards the blood in the air net.
When he got close, the fog spirit giant stretched out his huge palm, grabbed the corner of the blood net, dragged it up, and stuffed it into his huge mouth.
Not only was the hand stuffed, but the mouth was also sucked. Soon, it was swallowed up by the fog spirit giant like a blood net that covered the sky and covered the earth.
At this time, many people saw that the originally white and bright body of the fog spirit giant had turned reddish.
The giant fog spirit nodded towards Leng Kuangfu, as if thanking him, and then suddenly shattered, turning into thousands of cold white and reddish mist, and returning to the vast mist of Tianxu.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Shaochen suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and remembered the words he heard in the small oasis of the ghost swamp:
"Be careful of the guardians of the Tianxu. The souls of their clan are connected with the relics of gods and demons."
You Musen obviously also remembered the reminder from the projection of the King of Burning Light, and his expression became extremely dignified.
The net of thousands of poisons and blood has been cracked by the guardian of Tianxu, so there is no need for him to cast it a second time.
That doesn't make sense.
It also consumes the blood spirits of his men.
Still the same sentence, all temporarily stimulated power has a price.
Although this rule also works for the cold madman, You Musen is very clear that he is an outsider, how can he be like this cold madman who guards the Tianxu all the year round, and the soul of life is closely connected with the relics of gods and demons. The application of the rules is much better than myself, and the cost performance is also much higher.
Even when I used the net of thousands of poisons and blood just now, I didn't rely on the power of this world, but the manpower of the Blood Justice League itself that I brought.
"There are not as many people from outside as there are people sitting on the ground", this truth is often true.
Thinking of this helplessly, You Musen suddenly felt moved:
"Huh? Human power? Land power?"
Immediately he shouted to the nearest demigod to speak his mind.
Although these demigods can understand the official language of the human race, when Yu Musen expressed his ideas, he specially used the half-baked alien language.
The demigods around them were trapped in the current battle situation, unable to do anything. Hearing You Musen's reminder, they immediately lifted their spirits, and some demigods began to cast secret methods.
It turns out that these human-god hybrid demigods do have natural abilities to summon the undead.
Just now they summoned the opponent they killed into a living corpse, which is the proof of this innate ability.
However, the battle progressed rapidly, and the opponent's methods were overwhelming. The demigods did not have time to think that they could not only summon living corpses, but also summon existing dead spirits.
No one reminds me of this kind of thing, and I never think of it. Once someone reminds me, it feels as reasonable and natural as breathing and drinking water.
The demigods immediately thought that although they were not as good as pure alien gods and could not summon powerful undead, it was no problem to summon some low-level undead to help them fight.
So the leader of the demigods, Hun Kemi, immediately screamed and ordered the demigods to quickly summon the undead.
Not to mention, the idea You Musen reminded is really wise.
You know, the place they are in is so special, it is the most special ancient battlefield and the most special ancient tomb.
Although the demigods can't summon too powerful undead, but as the ancient battlefield of gods and demons, even the low-level undead were also members of the gods and demons when they were alive.
Just like the cold madman summoned the condensed fog spirit giants before, the demigods soon summoned strange dead spirits one by one.
From the surrounding hillsides, undead spirits continue to stand up. Most of their bodies are gray phantoms, and they are also wearing the battle armor or robes of their lives. The facial features have been blurred, and only the position of the eyes is shining with a different color of fire, like a will-o'-the-wisp .
Even though the appearance is gloomy, there are still differences when looking closely at its shape.
Some undead, with a dignified style and orderly actions, were obviously low-level gods in life.
Some violent and secretive, when they collided, they were chaotic, obviously they were low-level demons in life.
Their weapons, tooThere are all kinds of strange things, some are rusty bronze weapons, and some are weapon-shaped jade.
Although some are phantoms, they are very lethal, because the phantom weapons "before they were alive" were not ordinary iron in the world. Only after the weapon spirit has been possessed can the phantom spirit of the weapon remain.
Driven by the demigods, the undead monsters with no intelligence attacked the Leng Kuangfu in groups.
At this time Zhang Shaochen had discovered You Musen.
He desperately wanted to rush over.
But it was so unfortunate that the low-level gods, demons, and undead legions summoned by the demigods were quite large, almost five or six hundred, blocking Zhang Shaochen's way in groups.
No matter how eager he is for revenge, he has to patiently fight against the undead army first with other Coldstone Fort forces and the elite warriors of the Feather Spirit Tribe.
Originally summoning the low-level undead army, the demigod side began to have an advantage.
But this advantage soon became less obvious.
As the guardians of Tianxu for generations, the Leng clan not only has outstanding combat power, but also is proficient in how to deal with the undead of Tianxu.
In fact, a large part of their usual work is to regularly patrol the Tianxu, searching for the ghosts of gods and demons who have begun to wander in Tianxu Mountain due to some chance.
Once these wandering undead are discovered by them, the countermeasures are naturally to get rid of them and then quickly.
After all, if the spirit monsters that ruled the world thousands of years ago were allowed to escape from the Tianxu, the consequences would be disastrous.
Therefore, the Leng clan is not only the watcher of the grave, but also the gatekeeper.
However, even with such abilities, it is still difficult for Leng Kuangfu and his subordinates to deal with these undead.
Because they have never faced such a turbulent tide of gods, demons and undead before them.
In the past, they mainly dealt with those outsiders with ulterior motives who wanted to infiltrate the Tianxu to steal the soul fire, or who wanted to stir up trouble. That was their strength.
Internally, killing the undead is actually not a strong point, and there are not so many opportunities for exercise. The daily inspections of the Tianxu Guardians are mainly faced with the overflow of gods and demons in the Tianxu, which causes those animals, plants, and trees to accidentally turn into monsters.
Like today, the undead of gods and demons are deliberately summoned into undead warriors in large numbers. This situation is rare, almost none.
Therefore, Lengkuangfu and others, when they first saw the undead army attacking, they began to sweat coldly. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com