Tianhong was naturally moved by the relationship between all his brothers. But since he was involved in the Three Realms, he has been growing non-stop. If it had been in the past, he might have run away, and he would have spared no scruples to save his life. But now, he knows what responsibility is, what it means to take responsibility, and what it means to share hardships and sufferings!

A puddle of blood he spat out flowed in front of the battle under everyone's noses, like a living slime. When it reached the center of the crowd, it suddenly began to split, becoming droplets of blood the size of soybeans.

"Young Master, you can't be this thing, right? What is it for? Guotu looked dazed.

"Yes, king!" Sotru didn't understand either.

These drops of blood were also arranged very neatly in motion, like Tianhong's army, rolling forward horizontally and vertically, passing through the gaps of the brothers, never stopping.

Tianhong shook his head, what he wants is the army! How did it come to be such a tiny thing? What can it be used on the battlefield? Could it be that it is integrated into the blood of the enemy and starts a biological war of pathogenic infection or even nanoscale? This doesn't make sense, ghost mercenaries don't have blood, so where is the target?

He was also puzzled, so he didn't have any words to explain to Guotu and Sotru, so he could only open his mouth and watch the blood and bones rush to the front of the queue.

About fifty meters away from his own team, the blood was scattered again. It's still the size of a soybean, but it's about a meter apart.

"Bang"! "Bang"! "Bang"! "Bang"! "Bang"!

Hundreds of explosions sounded in a row, and a puff of white smoke rose in front of the battle. Looking at that meaning, it should have been caused by the explosion of Tianhong's blood.

"This, this, is this a little too early to blow up?" One of the brothers in the team asked.

"Yes, what's the matter with our king? They haven't come here yet, so why did they put the bomb down! A brother next to him also had doubts.

"Don't talk nonsense! It may be that the king is too weak to control it. Originally, it was supposed to be secretly sent to the foot of the enemy formation to explode, but now the king's body is no longer good, so the blood droplets lose the remote control signal halfway! The brother in front turned around and explained.

A gentle wind blew, and the team suddenly let out an earth-shattering cheer.

Tianhong, who was about to give up, hurriedly set his eyes on the front of the battle.

In the white smoke, there were mighty figures standing up, looking at that posture, they were all brave and abnormal masters. They stood on the ground with their backs to their families and brushed together, so that people could see at a glance that they were all their own helpers.

The other side that was assembling should have been surprised, but the leaders who took the lead were all guys with a lot of combat experience, so they only paused a little and began to lead the team forward again to make room for the large army coming out behind.

"Blood, blood turned into warriors? Wang, you are much better than Nuwa! Shocked, Sotru gave Tenhiro a thumbs up.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Guotu also became happy, and gently slapped Sotru, as if the heavy heart had become so light.

Tianhong couldn't believe that the Wuyang plate could have such great power, and looked at the freshman team, and then at the plate on his chest. No wonder the old man said that this thing can be worth a million male soldiers, as long as the host's ability is strong enough, the conjured up more than a million soldiers!

The boulder in my heart was put down, and people became a lot more energetic, perhaps this is the same principle as the joy passed on in the world. Tenhiro straightened his waist and asked Kunito to help himself to the front of the formation.

He touched the newborn warriors, only to find that their bodies, like their expressions, were synonymous with hardness, fortitude, and firmness. It wasn't at all as soft and warm as the bodies of humans or ghosts, and the appearance of these guys was exactly the same, which reminded Tianhong of the day he was besieged by Bao Dafei before. The things that were chased out of the train station were carved out of the same mold as the three of them at the time.

The body temperature of the spirits and various ghosts was low enough, and some were even lower than the ambient temperature, but the newborn warriors were as if they had just come out of the ice cellar, causing the air around them to become even colder.

The captains standing in front are all outstanding representatives of the ghosts. But they were also closer to the new fighters in front of them, and a few of them were so cold that they couldn't help but clutch their arms.

"It's weird! They are all warriors created by Lingqi and Shenqi, why is the temperature so low? It doesn't make sense! Tianhong wondered in his heart, but did not say it.

Guotu and Sotru helped him through the new warriors to the front, and by this time the army on the opposite side had already come out about three or four thousand.

Although they are called mercenaries, the queue is very neat, and from left to right, it is easy to calculate how many guys there are. However, the mercenaries were still being sent out of the gate, which made them still a little apprehensive.

"Woo"!

The low roar of the beast suddenly came from the pile of corpses on the right. Everyone was almost broken, could it be that those dead mountain spirits came back to life at this time? Why is it at such a big difference in numbers?

"The tenth, eleventh, and twelfth teams closed their formations and changed the direction of defense!" Tianhong shouted, immediately pulled away the support of Guotu and Sotru, and staggered in the direction of the twelfth team.

The three squads, led by the captain, reacted quickly, compressed in the direction of the other squads, and pointed their weapons towards the corpse pile.

The careful Guotu noticed the abnormality, and hurriedly patted Suotru beside him, and pointed in the direction of the recruit, but he still followed Tianhong closely, so as not to have an accident with him.

Sotru understood, and immediately turned around and ran towards the rightmost row of recruits.

The three squads reacted quickly, and when they were re-formed, the recruits stood still as impassive as wood.

That's why the National Map let Sotru rush over.

But it may be that the recruits were all summoned by Tenhiro, so they didn't follow Sotru's orders at all. In the end, the chief soldier was really out of recruits, and he began to use his body to push this group of recruits.

Without exception, the strong, hard, and resolute recruits of the three sturdiness are like statues in the mortal world, standing still like a mountain, allowing Sotru to exert all his strength to feed, and still not a single cent.

Tianhong finally discovered this problem, and secretly wondered if this group of things had no consciousness and needed their own will to control?

So he held his breath and gave the same order in his mind as the recruits.

But it doesn't seem to be of much use.

But at this time, the corpse pile had already begun to be crowded, but the ones that had not been absorbed by Tianhong were moving, and the corpse pile that had been sucked dry was still quiet and did not show any performance.

"Damn! I didn't expect that the mountain spirits would be resurrected in the underworld now, and I would have sucked them clean if I knew it! Tianhong cursed, but still protected the outermost twelve teams and stepped back a few distances.

"Young master, something is not right!" Guotu furrowed his eyebrows.