Chapter 241: The incarnation of Zhenwu, a threat second only to the Night King, 749 Bureau's troops rush to the battlefield (2/2)



at this time.

The body of Zhenwu's statue was pierced in dozens of places, and the scene was shocking.

Judas' voice followed.

"There's an old saying in the East: Times are different now. We won't just wait in silence to descend into the world of the living."

As he spoke, the face of Michael on Judah's arm seemed to respond to his words and let out a terrifying angelic roar.

Wherever the sound reaches.

The weak underworld ghosts exploded immediately.

The seven angels of creation have now become angels of death.

It's at this time.

"You're right. Times are different now. The Great Xia of the past and the Great Xia of today are completely different, even if only a few days have passed."

The voice of Zhenwu Dharma Image was heard.

Judas frowned and looked over, seeing the body of Zhenwu Dharmakāya, with terrifying golden light emanating from the holes in it.

Staring at the golden light.

In a trance, I seemed to see a peaceful and prosperous country, and I could see strange scenes... the sixth-generation aircraft taking off, Deepseek's questions, the first oblique shock detonation engine...

Judas could not understand what was happening.

It can be noticed.

What these scenes represent.

"Is the Eastern Yang world flourishing?"

Judah whispered in his heart.

As a mirage-like golden light appeared, Zhenwu Dharmakā's body healed and returned to normal, and even his strength was improved to a higher level.

"I gave birth to my daughter for Daxia. As Daxia prospers, so do I. Even if you are a god, today I will kill you with Daxia."

The words echoed in my ears.

Judas Dharmakāya was startled, and by the time he came to his senses, Zhenwu Dharmakāya had already appeared in front of him.

It looks like the Zhenwu bronze sword used by ancient emperors and generals.

The sword swung out.

There were blood marks on Judas' neck.

Next second.

The infected spirits, the spirits from the underworld, the people present, and the Yin God were shocked to see the head of Judas being chopped off.

Judas the Dharmadhatu let out a shrill scream.

The broken neck.

The thick black liquid surged, attempting to heal the wound, but under the golden light of the national destiny symbolizing the prosperity of the Great Xia Dynasty, it corroded as if it were splashed with sulfuric acid, preventing the wound from healing.

"It's different from the power of the Mysterious Body, but it has the effects of the Mysterious Body."

The Four Horsemen of Weather frowned death.

"Perhaps the True Martial Body should be considered a threat second only to the Night King."

The other side.

King Biancheng was fighting a life-and-death battle with the four knights. As the Yin God of Daxia, he understood the body of Zhenwu better than the four knights. He looked at the golden light of national destiny and laughed.

"Who says my underworld has no support? Now it is the tens of millions of Daxia citizens who are supporting my underworld. They are forging the prosperity of the country. Many of them possess profound roots. Now, they are carrying the national destiny with their Zhenwu bodies to help me."

King Taishan laughed loudly, and with the Ten Hells of Hell Seal, he struck the four horsemen to death.

"You have an endless supply of infected spirits, and we have the people of Daxia."

Accompanied by the voice.

The four knights were unaware of the sudden death and glanced into the distance.

"kill!!"

In the distance, a large group of people from the 749th Bureau finally arrived at the scene. 2,313 monks, fearless of death, rushed into the army of infected spirits in a line.

"Gods of the Underworld, I'm here to support you!"

Lin Jianxuan roared.

After experiencing the baptism of the human fairyland in the Death Valley and the vigorous training of the 749th Bureau, Lin Jianxuan, the grandson of General Lin De, is no longer the same as before and has grown to the guardian level.

Although compared with the tens of thousands of infected spirits.

The number of monks, 2,313, is small.

As they all grew stronger, they became a formidable force in this underworld battlefield, tearing a large hole in the army of infected spirits.

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