"Huh!" Ding Xue's pandoor knife cut in front of Kasuo. The knife weighed 1,200 kilograms, made of black iron, with a hard texture, and a knife was not sharp. It could be said to be very dull, and there was no sword energy on it. It was just a stern, fierce, and fast!

This was specially created for Ding Xue, a terrifying guy who is a human-shaped machine. This kind of black iron is extremely hard, and even Yang Jiu's evil moon knife can't be cut, and the brute force of the Martial Saint can't be broken. After this sword, even the Martial Saint dare not take it head-on.

Kasuo is a martial saint, and is also a martial saint born with divine power. He was holding a mace, but his mace hit Ding Xue's pangolin sword. He heard "clang clang". Several thorns on the mace were cut off. Kasuo's whole body was surging. The horse under him was smashed on the spot, and his ears were rumbling.

Before he could react, he saw a shot of white like snow, cold like frost, fast like lightning, carrying an extremely strong aura, piercing his throat with a "puke" and then he saw his body flying high.

"This man's shooting skills are simply irresistible. The horse's power is far above me. If the force of the man and horses work together, I am not the enemy of one shot?" Kasuo thought to himself that he is a martial saint with strong vitality and will naturally not die. But the next moment, he saw the huge Banmen sword slashing from above again.

"This guy, Taoist and martial arts, can you fly?" This was his last thought.

He slashed down with one knife, and even though the sword was dull, he still cut the casket into two pieces, and then his soul flew out.

"Is this the feeling of the soul leaving the body?" The Martial Saint will only leave the body after his death. From then on, he will be reincarnated. This soul has the essence of escort and disappears "swoosh". The moment the soul leaves, he vaguely senses that there is a terrible Shura hell around him. When he regained his mind again, he found himself in a hazy and unable to use any strength in his body. The memories of the past quickly passed. He struggled hard and found a ray of light from the darkness. All kinds of previous life finally turned into a baby's cry and burst out.

It seemed like just a moment to him, but for this world, decades have passed, and he also forgot his previous life. In this life, he was from Jiuzhou!

"Hehehehehe, Shura Hell!" Yang Jiu sneered and used this move. Once this move was used, all the evil cultivators who were approaching were destroyed, and the souls of the killed soldiers and soldiers were spared and allowed to be reborn.

Mortals use their life to gain wealth and glory for a lifetime. If they fail, they lose their life. If they want to gain merits for a lifetime, they must make plans to destroy their souls and never recover. Especially for these evil cultivators, Yang Jiu will not be polite.

For him, the soul is a supplement, ammunition, which is absorbed and refined into a pure soul body, and then the six souls under his control are devoured to transform into new ghost immortal slaves. Some of these ghost immortal slaves live in his acupoints, some of them follow the army, and most of the rest flew to the northern country to participate in the competition between the monks in the world, creating great turmoil and riots, and provoking wars between these monks.

Everyone wants to compete for my exquisite jade coffin. OK, I have a ghost fairy bomb! It either self-destructs or detonates by surviving the disaster. Who is afraid of whom?

Yang Jiu is the first terrorist to make meat bombs in Yunhuang. Any cultivator who cultivates the realm of deification can theoretically use the soul clone to overcome the tribulation. However, if he fails to overcome the tribulation, then part of the memory of the soul clone will be erased. This is no different from the soul clone being destroyed by others. The soul clone being destroyed by others. As long as the soul clone is absorbed enough spiritual energy, a clone can be condensed. Although the soul clone is damaged, it can be recovered. If the soul clone fails to overcome the tribulation, the damage caused to the soul soul cannot be restored.

Of course, Yang Jiu was not afraid that the memories of the six natal souls he controlled would be worn away bit by bit. Although in this way, the clones transformed from the six souls could use less and less Taoist techniques. In the end, all the memories of these souls would be worn away and turned into like newborn babies. They would develop a great dependence on Yang Jiu, and gradually be able to communicate with his mind, and finally be completely assimilated by him, equivalent to his soul clone!

By then, these six souls had completely become Yang Jiu's tools. Now, in addition to cooperating with Yang Jiu to control the Blood Evil God's Ganggu, their functions are to create soul flesh bullets, and also serve as contact tools, as well as to do some occasional scaring and scaring people in thunderstorms.

"Hahahaha!" Ding Xue copied with his left hand and grabbed Kasuo's body that was broken into two pieces. This was the body of the Martial Saint, and it cannot be wasted. This scene fell in everyone's eyes. Both the enemy and the enemy had a fear of the killing god. Naturally, they didn't know that Ding Xue was just a puppet, but just followed Yang Jiu's order to steal the body of the Martial Saint.

He had two pieces of corpses stomped in his left rib and waved his machete with his right hand, as fast and fierce as before. For this blood cauldron incarnation, the strength of one hand is the same as that of both hands!

Although Yang Jiu rode a tyrant and had a flying snow gun in his palm, he picked Kasso, the martial saint, away with one shot, but the name of the most powerful general of the Nislin Army fell into the body of the puppet Ding Xue, killed the person, chopped the person into two pieces, and had to hold the two pieces of corpses with one arm and slashed the knife with one hand. This was not the most powerful, and that would be too unreasonable!

Yin Jiuchang was once regarded as the number one general of this army in the past. He waved two big hammers and was extremely brave, but now when he saw Ding Xue, he immediately gave up the disadvantage!

Tiele was shocked and angry, and saw the madman waving his sword with one hand and slashing at him, while the rest of the enemies rushed forward and soon threw the fierce general behind him.

With a thousand elite cavalry attacking more than 400,000 troops, Yang Jiu was not arrogant enough to enter the formation and then attack. This was too physically exhausting, and even the Martial Saint could not persist. It was easy to cut flesh with a sharp knife, but if you were asked to cut a meat mountain, the final result was that if the meat mountain was not cut, you would be exhausted!

So Yang Jiu quickly led his army out of the right side, rushed out of the formation, and rushed towards the woods, leaving only the fierce general Ding Xue holding two pieces of corpses in his left arm, waving a machete with his right hand, and breaking the back. He was still in the heavy siege of the enemy's army.

Poor, Tiele is also a martial saint!

Then the eight cavalry generals of the three thousand flying dragons arrived. First, a rain of arrows was shot out, and then three thousand Xuan Iron Army rushed in. The camp had been moved by the Ni Lin Army, and the morale of the army was shaken. Now the three thousand flying dragons were coming, just like driving a duck. The Luosha Army was in chaos. The three thousand army did not dare to go too deep, and then rushed out from the left.

The remaining 6,000 rear troops led by Han Zhong arrived, mainly infantry, and this rear troops only advanced slowly, with the wave after wave of arrows, and seemed to be able to shoot forever. They only killed the Rakshasa army and ran towards the rear with no life.

"Retreat!" Tiele ordered panting. In fact, he didn't need to give orders, and many soldiers had already rushed away.

After retreating for eighty miles overnight, there were countless soldiers who lost their way. The soldiers of the three armies were tired and hungry. They were not satisfied until they saw the people from Tianji Business Company set up huge iron pots with fragrant meat porridge, piles of black bread, hot soup, and even a small amount of liquor.

Tiele felt guilty when he remembered the powerful general who was still fighting with him with two pieces of corpses in his arms and the last one swayed out of the enemy camp.

"I have only prepared food for 200,000 people. Now I have eaten it all, and there is no more. The next food supply point is in the bamboo forest shop 80 miles away from the rear. I have only prepared food for 200,000 people. We are leaving!" The guys from Tianji Commercial Bank knocked the empty iron pot and left!

After rectifying the military horses, there were more than 400,000 people, but now there are only 300,000 left. Many people were lost. Of course, some of them had already run away. Maybe they had already eaten in the bamboo shop!

"No, General, that monster that can't be killed is catching up again!" the soldiers shouted.

Tiele was about to cry without tears!

Everyone rested, and the fierce general Ding Xue waved his machete and continued to chase hundreds of thousands of troops!

The Jiuzhou Army rested on the spot, and the monks were responsible for recycling arrows on the battlefield. All those armor-breaking arrows cost fifty taels of silver. They had to be picked up after shooting them!

At the same time, Qing Yunzi had already found a pack of silver notes hidden by Li Jian in the camp, a total of 90 million taels of silver!
Chapter completed!