The ten reincarnations looked as if they were struck by lightning, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.
“Really…really?”
"Senior Chen Wang, is it really possible this time?"
"The pollution of the gods is something that even the strongest cannot despise. You..."
Jiang Chen did not reply, but turned around, leaving everyone with a thin back, but it seemed like the most solid barrier, giving people an infinite sense of security.
At this moment, the reincarnations were almost in tears. They hurriedly took out all the good things on their bodies and stuffed them all into King Chen.
"Senior, please open the way for us again."
Jiang Chen nodded slightly: "Since I've received protection money, I should protect you to the end. This time is no different."
The words fell.
"boom--"
A terrifying aura emanated from Jiang Chen. Looking closely, he was holding a crystal emerald in his hand, which was as big as his fist and exuded terrifying spiritual power.
Someone recognized it. This was a treasure unearthed in Qingqiu not long ago. It looked like a large ball of spiritual essence that could provide a huge amount of spiritual power. It was an invaluable treasure that could assist top warriors in combat and cultivation.
With endless spiritual power pouring into his body, Jiang Chen did not explode and die, because the Yin Shen Hammer in his other hand absorbed all the power.
At the same time, one cold figure after another appeared on the ground, with black armor covering their faces and sacrificial inscriptions obscuring their bodies, making it impossible to see their true appearances. A strong sense of death spread, and a terrifying aura of annihilation seemed to be destroying everything.
The heavy pressure caused the ground to collapse several feet.
All the reincarnations widened their eyes.
This kind of ghost soldier was so terrifying that it made their hearts beat wildly and produced an instinctive sense of fear.
What was even more terrifying was that one figure after another had already covered the boundless land ahead, forming a boundless military formation with no end in sight!
The heavily armored Yin soldiers, three meters tall and as tall as mountains, holding heavy axes to split mountains, the Yin Sha cavalry with long spears and iron horses, with momentum like a mountain and a tsunami, the beheading army with sharp swords that cut through the void and killed the mighty Zhentian, and the formation-breaking army holding ancient axes, which was fierce and terrifying.
The iron-blooded military formations were waiting for their monarch in an orderly and solemn manner.
Jiang Chen took a step forward and left the range of the talisman formation. In front of him, in the night, the figures who had been eyeing this place for a long time did not rush over. Even in the face of the fierce pressure of the Yin army, the madness in the eyes of these believers seemed to be sobered a little.
One hand was raised high, pointing forward, and only one word was shouted out.
"kill!"
"rumble--"
The whole earth trembled. When the Yin army passed through, people retreated. At this moment, no one could defy this iron rule, not even a group of fanatics who believed in the gods and gained divine power. Otherwise, only death would greet them.
Under the cover of night, Jiang Chen hung high in the sky, striding forward like a supreme king, ruling the four directions, conquering wherever he looked.
"brush"
The knife flashed, blood splattered, and a believer who was wrapped in divine armor died tragically, without even being able to utter a last word.
"We will come back!" someone shouted with difficulty.
"Believe in the gods, and you will never die. We will be stronger when we return next time!"
"You are blaspheming God by slaughtering his apostles!"
“…”
Miserable cries, furious shouts, and shrill laughter that masked despair with madness, as well as the dying reactions of the believers under the massacre, composed a twisted piece of music.
The dull sound of iron hooves and the crisp sound of axes add a sense of layering.
The group of reincarnations following behind felt their scalps tingle.
These ghost soldiers are like ice-cold machines. They will not hesitate to stab their opponents' vital points with their weapons or chop off their hot heads at the cost of self-destruction.
Moreover, although they do not seem to have too many strange abilities, their combat power is actually terrifyingly strong, with the aura of one or two steps to the king level. Once they insert their weapons into the opponent's body, even a high-level king will quickly lose their combat effectiveness, because that kind of strange sacrificial text begins to emerge from their bodies.
The group of reincarnations were all stunned.
It seems that Prince Chen is...reversely contaminating a group of apostles of the gods!?
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