"What's going on? What's going on?! Taba shouted, looking incredulous. It's a pity that no one around him can answer him, and no one dares to touch his moldy head at this time period, not to mention that most people are like him, with a completely dull expression on their faces.

This scene is really incredible, obviously so many people have joined forces, and there are shamans who are known for their mysterious and profound in the grassland, and the result is only to make them happy for a moment, and the little hope is extinguished at the sight of it. What's going on? Many Xianbei people looked at the black mist, and their hearts were uneasy, and a sense of threat arose spontaneously, and it was still increasing.

The multi-leaf surface sinks like water, and the heart is constantly dripping blood. With the wolf soul stones of those wolf cavalry, every time they were broken, his heart fell violently by an inch, and in the end, his heart fell into the abyss. Every wolf soul stone needs a wolf that has just died, and then the shaman casts a spell to restrain the soul to be able to make a wolf soul stone! And the success rate is not 100%, but there is a failure rate, which means that if you are unlucky, a wolf soul stone even needs many wolf souls!

The patriarchs of the other tribes are also the same as Taye, and more or less elite troops have been lost, which is probably the only comfort left in their hearts. After all, it is not one person who has a loss, but everyone, who suffers from widowhood and not equally, and this truth can be seen everywhere.

Around the black mist, the shamans standing outside stood in one direction according to one person. When they spurted out a mouthful of blood, they all had horror in their eyes, but the movements of their hands were not slow, and when the blood was scattered in front of them. He reached out and went to it, and with a slight touch, it was dipped in bright red blood, and began to smear it.

The fingertips slowly drew in the void, moving inch by inch, outlining blood-colored lines. Under their feet, there was a red qi flowing, entwining, and finally converging, following the fingers, completely released, and finally forming a talisman.

The many shamans stopped almost at the same time, even though they were in different tribes, even though they were scattered in various corners and could not see each other, but their movements were incomparably consistent, almost the same. "Poof." They bit their tongues at the same time, and the blood on the tip of their tongues spurted out, forming a blood mist in front of them and scattering on the blood talisman, and in an instant, the blood talisman became incomparably fresh, red and transparent, with an incomparably evil aura.

Yes, it's evil. Because this talisman is used for the essence blood left over from the corpse, it is the soul, and the corpses of these dead Xianbei cavalry on the battlefield are undoubtedly the best materials for spellcasting. Their resentment was killed by Lu Bu, or killed by the Bingzhou cavalry, or died in the entanglement of various tribes, and the power drawn out by the blood of the shaman increased exponentially!

"Tide of Grievances! Go! "The shaman kept shooting, the blood talisman flew out, shattered violently, and one by one huge soul bodies of different shapes broke out of the talisman.

Its huge head, with its incomparably hateful countenance, was extremely hideous, and as soon as it appeared, it let out a howl, which was extremely sharp. The pair of eyes that were like lanterns, flashing with red light, were full of destructive killing desires when they saw the black fog at the first time, and its gaze, through the black fog, was firmly fixed on Lu Bu, and its whole body suddenly rushed forward.

Each of them was extremely ugly, and its huge body and limbs were covered with all kinds of faces, and the faces were constantly twisted and wailed, and the sound of the sound fell into the ears of the person, and one could feel a buzzing in the head. It stretched out its hand, grabbed the black mist with both hands, as if grasping a substantial object, and tore it violently, separating a piece of black mist. The face on its body gradually stood out, its mouth wide open, cursed Lu Bu with anger, and gulped through the surrounding black mist.

Every time he devoured it, the expression on his face became more and more painful and hideous, but his round eyes kept staring at Lu Bu, faintly revealing a kind of hatred. "Puff puff." One by one, the faces disappeared after devouring the black mist, and new faces emerged from the body of the huge unjust soul, and resumed the action of devouring the black mist.

The huge soul let out a painful wail, the body was melting all the time, the face on the body was melting, but it was being repaired all the time, and it was condensed by the dead Xianbei cavalry on the battlefield, and it was consuming the soul of the dead Xianbei cavalry every moment to mend itself. They were filled with thoughts of destroying Lu Bu, staggering forward, and the black mist was torn apart, swallowed by the faces, and disappeared with them.

The bodies of many shamans trembled, and their pale faces just now became extremely red, as if they were about to drip blood, and their bodies became more and more rickety, and they also had a lot of burdens when they released this spell. It's just that they didn't speak, their eyes were blazing, they did their best, and they didn't hesitate to fight back, in order to kill Lu Bu, if they could kill Lu Bu, they would all take off a piece of Lu Bu's body and use it to study the power of ghosts and gods, and these are all excellent spell casting materials.

"Up!" Seeing this scene, the Xianbei cavalry were encouraged, and the archers began to shoot arrows again, and the wolf cavalry summoned the wolf souls stored in all the wolf soul stones, and the short spears of the soldiers were thrown, and the huge souls tore through the black mist.

In the blink of an eye, the black fog that shrouded the center of the battlefield had become full of holes, even the thickest, like the black curtain, had gradually faded, and Lu Bu's figure inside had become looming. Behind him, there stood a dark figure much larger than his body, its eyes closed, but it emitted an invisible fluctuation.

"Pounding." It was the invisible fluctuation emitted by the beating of the heart, and between the beats, many Xianbei cavalrymen, all the people present, from near and far, fast or slow heartbeats, all gradually, gradually rhythmized with this heartbeat. They can't control the beating of their bodies, and this feeling of being involuntary makes the shadows on their hearts heavier.

It was as if some sleeping beast was about to wake up. That kind of breath, that might, spread around, spread, and swept past many Xianbei cavalry, making people tremble, and there was an illusion of facing a fierce beast alone, no matter how many companions were around.

The black mist continued to shatter, and the huge unjust soul slowly approached the figure at the most central point, approaching from all directions. Many of them have also become much shorter, and as they travel, they continue to fight against the black mist, causing their huge bodies to disappear continuously.

In this way, they were in a stalemate with the black mist, and these tireless souls who did not know life and death opened up a path to Lu Bu!

(End of chapter)