The man in white clothes who was pierced by a spear had not died yet, but his lung cavity and spine were smashed, so he naturally couldn't say anything. Su Zhou didn't have the energy to listen. He just glanced at the two "demon soldiers" in front of him who had completely activated their spiritual power to the extreme, so that all the blood vessels and veins on his face burst out.

The demon soldiers are worthy of the name of the demon. At the beginning, they were like ordinary humans when they did not have the full strength to activate their skills. However, as soon as they activate their skills to the limit, their faces and hands that were not covered by clothes were instantly covered with wooden green veins like tree roots. These wooden roots pulsate with the rapid agitation of the demon soldiers' flesh and blood, revealing an inhuman heterogeneity.

These two demon soldiers were afraid of death, or knew that they could not escape, so they didn't even say a word. The one on the left directly raised the crossbow and shot an arrow, then pulled out a scimitar from his waist and rushed forward, and slashed towards Su Zhou's neck with the internal air light. The one on the right stumbled on the ground like a beast, with an armor-breaking cone, and stabbed Su Zhou's knees and ankles.

Even if he is possessed by the immortal root, he can tell the beauty and ugliness. The demon soldier holding the knife on the left has a pretty good appearance, and he is the kind who is not inferior to the guards in front of the royal family. The one on the right is quite average, and his face is full of tree roots to cover up his ugliness.

But soon, the two of them didn't need to care about their appearance: because Su Zhou shot like a stick, and swung the body of the leading demon soldier, and directly completely shaped the entire head of the demon soldier on the left, and the plasma of the teeth exploded, and even splashed on the demon soldier on the right.

The demon soldier on the right took advantage of the opportunity of his companion's head being blown up and stabbed Su Zhou's knee with all his strength, and then made a move to retreat - the fight could not be beaten, and he could only make the opponent lose his ability to move, and then he ran away quickly.

This plan is quite good, but there was a problem from the first point.

Su Zhou's knees condensed spiritual power, and the triangular spiritual patterns were stacked layer by layer. He just raised his knees and pushed forward. The armor-breaking cone that the demon soldier had all his strength not pierced the skin, but instead stabbed back faster than before.

Before the demon soldier could react, the cone penetrated his throat upside down, and his head was also grabbed by Su Zhou. He twisted it gently and twisted it open like a bottle cap.

The scene was too bloody, with warm blood with green tree sap splattering and flowing in the snow. In just a few seconds, the three white-clothed demon soldiers had lost all their combat power.

In short, when Su Zhou returned to the small village with two but not very complete, with a blue wooden head under his neck, the escort team looked at him with a look of a monster - or, in other words, some mysterious existence.

——Did this guy put so much water when he was fighting with me and others before?!

"These guys' heads were pulled out, and they seemed to be not dead yet - is the undead root such a blue root? It's quite tough."

Su Zhou threw these three heads on the ground and rolled around the frozen soil for a few times. He could see that the demon soldiers were not dead, and even the neck was slowly regenerating and healing, stopping the blood.

"…After implanting the immortal root, people are not humans, but monsters."

Mo Ganxiu walked out of the crowd who was still in a state of shock. As the oldest man, he probably used to seeing such an immortal monster who had lost his body and his mouth was still opening and closing, as if he was begging for mercy or scolding.

The old man took out a very delicate rectangular brass box from his waist, then pressed the mechanism above, and suddenly a fire snake spurted out from the nozzle at the front of the box, roasting the green immortal roots and quickly turning it into coke.

——There is such an exquisite mechanism and creation? Yes, the dynasty here has been around for more than 500 years. If the world history is calculated simply by time, it is still in modern times.

Under Su Zhou's interest-filled gaze, Mo Ganxiu explained softly: "Young Master Su, you pulled out all the immortal roots. If you just brought a head, please go back and have another trip later - as long as you are implanted into the immortal roots, even if the head is crushed into pieces, as long as you take the roots back and put them in the flesh and blood liquid, the whiskers can grow back into that person and have the memory of the death."

"After defeating the demon soldiers, we need to use the method of fire and thunder to roast the skeleton, or cut it into pieces to completely eliminate the death of the immortal demon soldiers - but how troublesome is it? There is no time to do this on the battlefield, so we all carry a portable Vermilion Bird Box to completely kill these immortal demon soldiers."

"They actually don't need a head at all." At this time, the long-haired woman who knew medicine had a good understanding of medicine, a swordsman named Liu Xizhao also stepped forward. She raised the head that was smashed by Su Zhou without any hesitation, and used internal force to lift the deformed skull to show it, so that Su Zhou could see clearly what was going on inside

It was a mess of tangled roots, and the roots were soaked in the blue-white wood pulp, which at first glance really looked a bit like brain matter.

Zhou Buyi also walked forward and looked at the head of the demon soldier whose mouth was still opening and closing on the ground with expressionless face. He shook his head and said, "The demon soldier does not need food, he only needs to drink water to maintain basic actions - but if he wants to fight or recover from his injuries, he needs to absorb flesh and blood."

"The Taibai Mountains are covered with snow, and it is difficult to find prey. Even if you find a few, it is far inferior to humans... They can't find other blood foods."

"This, is this immortal root alive, or is the original demon soldier alive?!"

Even Su Zhou couldn't help feeling creepy when he saw this scene and felt a strong sense of disgust - is it like implanting the immortal root? The whole body is occupied by the divine wood roots. Rather than implanting the bloodline, it is better to say that it is controlled by the immortal roots to regenerate a corpse that can be controlled by the immortal roots!

"Don't think too much, Su Zhou, this world has souls. The souls of these demon soldiers are transferred in the 'ritual', or "take up the body" to the roots of the divine wood. It is true that the immortal roots occupy and control their original bodies, but the human being is still the original person, if it is calculated by the soul."

"Although it looks very cunning, it is not as exaggerated as you think... Your thinking is still bound by the original spiritual world."

Yala's words made Su Zhou escape from the strong empathy and disgust of "I am not me". After shook his head and calmed down, he understood the process of creating the demon soldiers - through rituals, transferring the human soul to the blood of the divine wood, that is, the immortal root, and then using the immortal root to control the erosion of his body that became an empty shell.

In this way, in addition to becoming a nearly immortal Shenmu tribe, the damage to his body is just a "big body break". To put it simply, the demon soldiers are all drivers who control the body mecha, and the injuries on the body are nothing more than "robots" that consume "flesh and flesh resources" to repair. Therefore, they can use the nearly infatuated and fierce spiritual power operation method to burst out with power that is better than their own strength.

Of course, it will not affect the head being hit by Su Zhou with one shot.

At this moment, at least no one in the escort team thought that Su Zhou belonged to An Chao. Although the demon soldiers were called soldiers, they were essentially elite troops that had been implanted with immortal roots through mysterious rituals. What still exists today are basically veterans who have fought with the Baijia Rebel Army for decades, which are extremely precious.

Use the lives of three demon soldiers to make an outrageous bitter plan with low success rate?

The Demon Emperor is not a fool, even if it is, his military advisors and staff are not.

"Oh, it's not just them."

With a long sigh, Mo Ganxiu, who had completely burned a demon soldier to death, stood up. He raised his hand, rolled up his sleeves, and showed his thin arm. Su Zhou looked at him with a look of shock - because there were actually some green leaf-colored veins on Mo Ganxiu's arm!

"Decades ago, tens of millions of people died due to the tyranny of the Demon Emperor. Their flesh and blood souls were absorbed by the divine wood, and the power of the divine wood completely immersed in this mountain and river atmosphere."

Seeing Su Zhou's extremely real and unconcealed surprise expression, Mo Ganxiu was sure again that this guy really knew nothing about it. The old man took back his sleeves and looked at the corpse of the demon soldiers on the ground and shook his head: "The longer you stay on the front line, the more likely it is to be eroded by the wood energy. This kind of wood root grows. I don't know how to do martial arts, so I just made some equipment in the back, and they are already like this..."

"This is a dependent..."

Su Zhou exclaimed in his heart, he couldn't say anything in the present world, but he once again deeply felt the horror of the great existence. According to Yara, the immortal tree of the Panrong is just a divine tree derived from the remnant thought of the "Tree of the Great Way" that has not yet awakened, and can have an impact on the whole world, allowing people in the whole world to gradually transform into their own relatives, whether they are willing or not...

This power... must be eradicated!

In the silence, the team set off again, but this time, Su Zhou left three heads with wooden roots hanging down around his waist, and in the original mountain wooden house, a temporary excavated pit buried all the dead ordinary people.

Su Zhou had nothing to do for them, so he could only kill a few more demon soldiers and strengthen his heart to destroy An Chao and Shenmu.

The long journey was boring, and Su Zhou did not find any other demon soldiers on the way.

Just as Taibai Volcano was roaring again, Zhou Buyi, who was leading the way in front, breathed a long sigh and stopped tiredly.

"When you arrive, it is the place where divine weapons are refined."

He raised his hand and pointed to a mountain gap not far away, a sunken saddle.

Su Zhou focused his mind and looked at him.
Chapter completed!