Feng Chen pointed to the east and shouted, "It's about to dawn." I wonder if after dawn your monster will still be alive as it is at night!?"

When Wu Ran heard this, his face suddenly became much uglier. The corpse leader he has carefully cultivated for three hundred years will be three points weaker when the sun is in its prime, let alone the monsters that these ordinary people have become after being bitten. Under the sun, it's good that they can still jump.

He remembered the chaos in Jinguancheng during the Qing Dynasty. At that time, the three scattered cultivators who were killed by his corpse were poisoned into their bodies, turned into monsters, and bit other people.

What was the scene like? What I saw in the daylight that day—a group of monsters trapped in an empty courtyard, and the fire of the servants burned them to ashes. The only three monsters who jumped out of the courtyard and broke through the fire net were the first three scattered cultivators to be directly killed by the corpse leader. The reason why these three-headed scattered cultivators were able to jump out was because the strength of the three of them was not weak in the first place.

During the day, the monsters that change from ordinary people can't even withstand an ordinary fire, let alone fight against the brave and warlike terracotta warriors.

"I'll end the fight before dawn. Wu Ran also looked at the sky, and there was a faint hint of ruthlessness between his eyebrows, and he had already made a decision in his heart.

"It can't be over. Feng Chen shook his head: "The 150,000 monsters have indeed destroyed a lot of terracotta warriors and horses by virtue of their numerical superiority. However, the poor road has already calculated, and before dawn, they can destroy up to three thousand more. The remaining 4,000 terracotta warriors and horses will be brought back after the sun rises, and they will be retrieving the losses they had suffered during the night. ”

"The old man said that if it can end before dawn, it will definitely end before dawn!" Wu Ran suddenly looked annoyed. "150,000 heads can't destroy all the terracotta warriors and horses before dawn, but what about 180,000 heads? 200,000 heads?"

In order not to lose, this old guy plans to completely open up.

"Bastard!" Feng Chen was furious, his heart that had just calmed down became manic again, and as soon as he heard that the old thief on the other side was going to kill again, he couldn't suppress the anger in his heart: "Old thief, listen well." Stop it now, Poor Dao can still leave you a whole corpse! If you are obsessed, then don't blame Poor Dao for not having compassion!"

"What are you going to do?" Wu Ran squinted at the old Taoist priest who was speaking wildly.

"Then you have to ask the long sword on the waist of the poor road!" Feng Chen's tone was filled with seven points of anger and three points of threat: "The body is in a different place, and the soul is scattered!"

Wu Ran was surprisingly not angry when he was threatened by this, but raised his head and laughed, and while laughing, he rang the copper bell with his true qi and gave the monsters a new attack order - to kill more people and create more monsters!

"Then let's take a gamble. Look at who is in a different place before dawn!" Wu Ran looked at Feng Chen's old man through the copper bell in front of him, and said, "But after you lose, the old man will not let your soul fly away." There is a method of refining souls in the witch way, which is specially used to punish those who have committed ten thousand deaths. Don't think that death is over, and your soul will suffer even more misery than in the eighteen layers of hell!"

He looked at Feng Chen's ugly face, and finally showed a satisfied smile: "Are you scared?" Haha, now take back the Dao Law immediately, I can still keep you a whole corpse!"

Wu Ran returned the words that had just sealed the dust and threatened him, as they were.

What can Feng Chen do? He can't do anything, he doesn't have the advantage of Wu Ran-the people in the city can be turned into monsters for their own use.

The number of terracotta warriors and horses is fixed, and if you destroy one, you will lose one, and there is no good way. And there is not much he can do, he can only try his best to continue to output true qi and maintain the normal actions of the terracotta warriors. As for interfering with the command and personally giving operational orders, that would be unwise. Those terracotta generals knew better about arranging troops than themselves, and when it came to commanding troops in battle, they were more professional than themselves.

Wu Ran regarded this battle as a game like chess, and he regarded the monsters and terracotta warriors and horses controlled by the two sides as chess pieces, and the entire Chang'an City as a huge chessboard.

But in the eyes of the old man, this is not the case. In fact, Wu Ran has done everything himself, using his magic power to control hundreds of thousands of monsters through copper bells, and issuing various orders, advancing and retreating, etc.;

"Qin Shi Huang's soldiers!

The number of monsters is starting to climb again!

160,000 heads!

170,000 heads!

180,000 heads!

Wu Ran's magic power output had reached its limit, and the copper bell suspended in front of him vibrated more and more violently, and the sound became louder and more urgent.

But!

Wu Ran felt a little out of strength. The monsters who were supposed to be obedient to themselves gradually became uncontrollable.

The old man bit his teeth and bleed, and his hands were clenched tightly, not daring to relax at all.

"All back, all back! Go back and deal with those terracotta warriors!"

There were so many monsters that his commands were scattered through the brass bells and conveyed to the minds of each monster, becoming blurred and much weaker.

The monsters vaguely perceive the commands they receive in their heads, but they do not immediately carry them out, they oscillate back and forth between obeying the instructions and following their instincts (killing), and their spirits are in a struggle.

Some monsters have the upper hand in their heads, and they set out to attack the terracotta, and some monsters have the upper hand in their heads, so they throw the orders aside and continue to kill and bite the living!

"A bunch of bastards! I'll let you come back!Stop killing people!" Wu Ran's face turned red, and the magic power in his body was output against the ceiling of the limit, he knew that the reason why some monsters didn't listen to his orders was because the binding force of his own orders became weaker, and if he wanted to improve the binding force and clearly transmit the instructions into the minds of each monster, he needed to increase the output of his magic power.

"Old thief!" Feng Chen frowned, looking at Wu Ran, who seemed to be talking to himself and swearing words on the other side: "Your situation doesn't seem to be very good!"

"Get out!" Wu Ran suddenly glared at Feng Chen, and his heart began to be afraid, and he involuntarily covered up his fury: "I'm going to kill you!

The old protector of the Lich clan finally panicked at this moment, he was shocked to feel that the number of monsters was increasing, and his binding force on monsters was getting weaker and weaker, not to mention that he was as precise as only controlling six corpses before, even if he only gave a simple attack command, it might not make the monsters obey.

"It's a big problem. "Wu Ran is crazy about increasing the output of his magic power, but he has already reached the limit, how much can he improve?

Frightened and panicked, he sensed that the number of monsters was climbing again.

190,000 heads!

200,000 heads!

210,000 heads!

The monsters that have lost control bite and hurt people faster than before.

"I have to control you!" Wu Ran gritted his teeth, and the sound of teeth crumbling kept sounding in his mouth.

The old man has practiced for thousands of years, and he is an ancient witch that everyone fears when he hears it, and he is the dignified protector of the Lich Clan! How can it be that he can't even control these monsters?!

Wu Ran gritted his teeth, and the magic power in his body was on the verge of collapse, and a cloud of mixed white qi came out, enveloping his body sitting cross-legged.

Feng Chen looked at Wu Ran's appearance, feeling uneasy, and faintly feeling that things were not good. At the same time, he also received feedback from the terracotta warriors through the spirit flag, and learned that the number of monsters was increasing, reaching a rather terrifying order of magnitude.

The old heavenly master who was running around the streets of the city was covered with beads of sweat on his head, and his clothes were soaked with sweat in this night of counting nine months, and he hadn't done this for a long time.

The monsters that are scurrying around in the city, some are fighting with the terracotta warriors, some are running around aimlessly, and some are killing and biting ordinary people.

The city is full of crying, the city is full of blood, and the city is full of unjust souls.

"Even if you risk your life, you have to control all the monsters!" Wu Ran no longer had the heart to deal with the old way of sealing the dust, and he was in the chaos of white qi, and he pressed all his spiritual power on the copper bell suspended in front of him.

Despite his desperate efforts, the number of people killed kept increasing, and the number of monsters grew.

220,000 heads!

230,000 heads!

240,000 heads!

"Enough!" Wu Ran suddenly shouted, and the white qi around him and the copper bell shook violently!

As if he was deliberately working against him-

Two hundred and fifty thousand!

Jingle bells!

Boom!

The copper bell suddenly exploded!

"Poof!" Wu Ran spat out a mouthful of blood, spurting out a blood mist a foot away, staining the mixed white qi red.

In Feng Chen's shocked gaze, the white aura around Wu Ran's body dissipated, revealing his pale and bloodless face.

The old protector of the Lich Clan looked sluggish, reluctantly looked up at the other side, and then unwillingly raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, fell backwards, and fell to the ground with a bang, and then there was no sound.

There were too many monsters, far overloaded, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered, and as a result, he was crushed.

When Feng Chen saw that this old thief had returned to the west, there was no joy on his face, but his face was full of worry, and he muttered to himself: "It's not good."