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The 50,000 elite warriors of the Golden Horde fell into deep despair. They had heard the crash of the heavy chains coming out of Hell. Their souls are about to be extradited to the darkest abyss by these soul seducers. Despair brought deep fear, the deepest fear brought the most vicious curse, the mad curse led to the final madness, and this madness filled their souls with restless sparks, like the surface of the sea that flashed with lightning before a storm.

They did not resist, and these warriors who had been in power in that vast land had lost the skills and temperament of their ancestors. They have become a pampered, habitual power-grabbing villain. They no longer deserve the noble title of descendants of Genghis Khan, and since they began to sink in that lascivious life, they have ceased to be eagles on the steppes, but a flock of fat old hens who are desperately fluttering on the ground.

They still look so strong and so powerful, as if they are still the iron knights who are rampant in the world. But in fact, their combat power is like the chastity of a little girl, and a slight stab can be smashed to pieces. Fragile and hysterical, these warriors of the Golden Horde, in such a bloody slaughterhouse, they can no longer be called warriors, they are simply a bunch of little girls raised in the depths of the boudoir.

Unknown glands in the body secrete hormones in large quantities that raise blood pressure and increase heartbeat. They were in a frenzy like epilepsy, and they were convulsing. Twisting his face, he stared in horror as he watched the Ming army's weapon fiercely slash down at his head. They howled loudly, they sobbed and begged for mercy. But none of this can be exchanged for the mercy of the Ming army, nor can it be exchanged for their mercy. The supreme commander of the Ming army has already ordered to kill all of them, and not a single living person is allowed to be left behind, and their fate has been decided.

These warriors of the Golden Horde, who were powerless to suppress the rebellion of the small subordinate states in the West, shed their last drop of blood in the east of their ancestors against the powerful Ming Dynasty, and also exposed their weakest places to the enemy. Their failures. It can be considered the defeat of the Golden Horde. A group of people who don't know how to cooperate with friendly forces, only know how to fight for loot and exploits. An army that has lost its desperate determination to fight is doomed to annihilation.

These warriors of the Golden Horde seemed to feel the decay of their own country, and the last thing that came to their minds was the despair that was as deep as the deepest trench under the sea. When sharp swords slashed into their muscles. When they split their bones and brought out their vigorous vitality, the pain caused them to hiss one last time.

Lu Feng stopped in a little surprise, and the kitten who was killing happily on the other side suddenly stopped the pace of slaughter. Even the most sensitive Bai Xiaoyi sensed that something was wrong, stopped a little hesitantly, held his long sword very cautiously, and looked around blankly.

They can feel the souls of those who have been killed, the souls of those who are filled with despair, anger, sorrow, tyranny, murder. Dragged by an unknown force, he went underground, and plunged deep underground. And then they came together. Lu Feng looked at the sun hanging above his head at noon with some hesitation and whispered, "It's strange, are Lord Yama's subordinates coming to attract people now? ”

Lu Feng carefully looked at the ground under his feet, and he was a little horrified to see that the purple color of the grass that had been soaked in blood was slowly fading, revealing the original black of the soil. Something was sucking up the blood from the mud, and the blood from the dead warriors was sucked in. Lu Feng hurriedly separated a wisp of thought and drilled into the ground, he saw an extremely strange image, a trace of blood, like an earthworm in the ground, twisting and burrowing into the ground. You can even see the pale souls sinking down the bloodstream.

It seemed that he suddenly remembered something, and Lu Feng shouted loudly: "Stop, stop and surround this group of Tartars, don't kill them, don't kill them again." Lu Feng rode his horse and ran over, kicked off the horses of the Ming soldiers who were crazy and red-eyed, and then unceremoniously gave them a few whips.

The kitten over there also roared loudly: "Stop it, don't kill your mother again, Lao Tzu told you to stop." He punched out, and more than a dozen Ming soldiers who were wielding machetes and were killing happily snorted and flew out in embarrassment.

He rolled his eyes and roared from afar: "Li Hu, what are you doing?" The person who was beaten was his subordinate.

The remnants of the 30,000 warriors of the Golden Horde stood in the encirclement in a daze, they knew why the enemy suddenly stopped killing and poking, and I didn't know why the enemy, who was still fierce and vicious, seemed to suddenly turn against the nest. They looked at the enemies who had killed their companions fiercely, put down their hands blankly, and looked up at the figures who knew at a glance that they were the generals of the Ming army. They cowered cautiously inside, as if feeling that they would only be safe if they were hiding behind their companions.

The battlefield suddenly became silent, and I heard a voice of incomprehensibility. Tens of thousands of corpses lay on the ground like rotten flesh, with a pungent smell of blood. The miserable howls of some wounded horses, barely able to move, twitched on the ground, adding a bit of a strange aura to the battlefield that had suddenly calmed down.

Zhu Di roared angrily, mixed with the sound of his powerful internal strength, rolled across the entire battlefield: "Why do you stop? Kill this group of dirty, hateful, and lowly dog mongrels for me." "In a way, Zhu Di is indeed very orthodox, inheriting his father's habits, after all, the emperor who can scold the word 'dog mongrel' estimates that all the emperors in history will not add up to fifty, right?

Lu Feng's body floated directly towards Zhu Di, and he roared a little frightened: "Your Majesty." Our army immediately retreated. There are ...... underground"

Zhu Di roared angrily: "What's going on underground??? It's your job to kill all these dog mongrels...... Kill me, I want to see a dog from the Golden Horde standing here again. ”

Lu Feng quickly arrived at Zhu Di's side, almost lying in Zhu Di's ear, and roared in a low voice: "Your Majesty, there are people underground who are using very clever spells to refine a kind of ghost thing that the ministers can't say, are we all making wedding dresses for others, the enemies we killed, the soldiers we died in battle, their blood and souls." All sucked in. Lu Feng pulled out the Remnant Heaven Sword and fiercely pried up a piece of earth on the ground. A piece of dirt crushed by a corpse underneath.

Zhu Di and Zhang Yu, who came on horseback, almost popped out their eyes. The dirt was swarthy and fertile, but there was not a trace of blood, or the smell of blood. But look at the ground, and within a radius of three feet, there are more than twenty corpses lying on the ground. Many people were still killed by disembowelment. According to common sense, this piece of soil should have been soaked with cross-flowing blood plasma, and blood dripped from the dirt when you pinched it with your hands.

But now the soil is the fragrance that the most fertile soil should release, and there is no peculiar smell. Zhu Di craned his neck to look at the piece of soil, and he spoke. After a long time, he stammered a little and asked, "Is this ...... What's going on?" he looked at the people who were surrounded by him with a little gloom in his eyes. Trembling like a quail in winter, the enemy's fingers flicked lightly on the blade of the broken jade knife.

Lu Fengdi's face was ugly, and he looked at the ground under his feet. Said coldly: "Your Majesty, it seems that we have all been used by this group of bastards. They used our warriors to kill these damned Yuanmeng Tartars, they sucked the blood and souls of the soldiers who died on the battlefield, filled with the strongest evil aura and dying fear, and didn't know what magic weapon to refine. In short, we are working hard for a well-known bastard in this battle. ”

Zhu Di's face is ugly, as a monarch, he can't be bullied, but it is obvious that those who are hiding underground have fooled Zhu Di like a pig.

"Find them and kill them...... I finally understood why Narcissus was being lured away, and they were premeditated. The words that seemed to be carrying ice slag jumped out from between Zhu Di's teeth. His face was iron-clad, these cultivators, they were so bold, they actually dared to tease the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, this is absolutely tolerable.

He exhaled a long breath, looked at the 30,000 enemy soldiers in front of him who had lost their fighting spirit, and shouted coldly: "Put down your weapons, leave your horses, and let you live." You are now captives, and after consulting with your Great Khan, I will let you go back to the Golden Horde after receiving some compensation. Zhu Di's face was very calm, but what flashed in his eyes was the most vicious flame, and he had already considered that the neck blood of 30,000 people should be able to completely dye the water of the Taitan River red.

Can't kill these relics of Yuanmeng on the grassland, and the hidden monks can be cheapened for nothing. Zhu Di prides himself on being a wise emperor, and he cannot afford to let the life of his warrior be wasted on the body of an unknown monk.

Looking around, Zhu Di waved the sword in his hand, and the Ming army slowly lined up in a neat line. Not only were they guarding the enemies of the Golden Horde, which they were surrounding, they were guarding against the unknown enemies that were unsettling their generals.

The soldiers of the Golden Horde were very interested in dropping their weapons in their hands, no big deal, just giving up resistance. They believed that the emperor of the Ming Dynasty would not embarrass him. Because the Ming army could massacre the compatriots of the Vaspur tribe or the Tatar tribe, but the emperor of the Ming Dynasty would definitely take into account the strength of the Golden Horde. Regardless, the Golden Horde still occupies an immensely vast territory, and their armies still retain a huge size.

Give up resistance, then go to the territory of the Ming Dynasty to take a turn, and wait for his Great Khan to reach an agreement with the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, and then he can go home. Warrior honor? What is that? As for the people of the Watts. Well, anyway, they are from the Tile Horde, and they are from the Golden Horde, and there is no reason to work for them. Really?

A trace of divine thought seeped into the ground, and Lu Feng carefully traced the source of that trace of yin and evil mana. He was very careful to spread his divine thoughts all over the underground with Zhu Di as the center and a radius of two hundred zhang, no matter how this is, in such a strange situation, Zhu Di's safety is the most important. Lu Feng dared to imagine that if Zhu Di was suddenly killed, would the newly enthroned Zhu Xi be able to deal with this guy Monk Daoyan. You must know that in the minds of the direct officials of Zhu Diyan's palace, in the minds of most of the courtiers in today's land, the weight of the monk and the land is much stronger than that of Zhu Xi.

When he didn't have enough confidence to fight with the monk Daoyan, Zhu Di would never be able to die. God knows there is a powerful force behind it. And the monk Daoyan, who has lost Zhu Di's coercion, what kind of deeds will they do. "Perhaps. Monk Daoyan, they have already begun to plan to kill the emperor?" Lu Feng was taken aback by this thought, Monk Daoyan, they are not so stupid, right?

Just when Lu Feng was muttering and Zhu Di was looking at Lu Feng's serious face while accepting the surrender of the Golden Horde army, a cold, cold, and lifeless divine thought collided fiercely with the divine thought released by Lu Feng. Lu Feng screamed 'ahh Then it fell heavily to the ground. That power was very strong, at least ten times stronger than Lu Feng, and the divine thought that Lu Feng released to investigate the underground was swallowed up at all, and that divine thought also released a fierce fluctuation, which slammed Lu Feng's Zifu Yuanying fiercely.

There was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, and Lu Feng sneered sinisterly. He was sure that the guy who injured himself with a strange method must not be comfortable, his Yuan Ying was very powerful, maybe among all the cultivators, Lu Feng's Yuan Ying was the most powerful. After all, his Yuan Ying had absorbed the essence obtained by Xia Jie's thousands of years of hard cultivation. That guy devoured the divine thoughts released by Lu Feng, which was enough to give Lu Feng a light blow, but he shouldn't follow Lu Feng's divine thoughts to attack his Yuan Ying. The Immortal Sword was under the manipulation of Yuan Ying. In the sea of purple mansion knowledge, he slashed a sword at the black divine thought that penetrated, presumably the person's Yuan Ying was also greatly shaken, and no one was pleased.

But now is not the time to think about this, Lu Feng roared loudly: "Enemy, be careful, there are cultivators sneaking up on us. He squinted his eyes, his eyes flashed with a treacherous light, and he used all his mana to carry all the mana, and said in a deep voice: "Hello...... ...... Mow. Two palms that shimmered with black light slammed into the ground.

Compared to Lu Feng's own mana, the palm he slashed on the ground could only explode a large hole with a radius of dozens of zhang at most. However, with the spell of the Wu Clan, the Chaos Yuan Force he condensed together controlled the land within a radius of five miles and a depth of three miles. There was a 'buzz' sound, and the soldiers on the battlefield felt that their legs were weak, as if the ground had suddenly sunk a foot

Indeed, the ground suddenly dropped by a foot, because such a large piece of land was forcibly compressed by Lu Feng's powerful mana. The right saints who were practicing in the underground cave were happy now, and the four walls of the entire cave were surging from all directions, and the walls of the cave were still flashing with strange black light, and they came with a terrible cry. The Right Sage, who had just been shocked by Lu Feng Yuanying's shock, made the true yuan in his body a little disordered, had time to stop dozens of people, and he was so embarrassed that he was squeezed together by the outermost few god monarchs, and there was even a sound of broken bones.

Right Sheng was so angry that he trembled, he could feel the huge pressure from the human body in all directions, he couldn't imagine that Lu Feng actually used such a 'vicious' means against him. He knew that there were a few Divine Monarchs under him who were not very good at Taoism, and the reason why they were able to get this title was because of their treacherous minds and vicious hearts. Therefore, the sound of bones breaking that I heard just now must be real, and there must be my own henchmen, and my subordinates have been squeezed into pieces of meat.

"Damn bastard, the younger generations dare to be rude to this saint like this?" The right hand of the right saint pushed out a black light, and this black light broke through the hundred-zhang thick land and shot high into the sky. All kinds of light flashed brightly, and all of them who could still move rushed out with flying swords. His eyes were red with anger, staring at Lu Feng's right holy mouth, who was still holding the magic trick in his hand. A ball of light with a pungent smell of blood and countless sharp ghost howls shot towards Lu Feng.

After the 'Ten Thousand Soul Beads' hit the human body, it can instantly suck out all the essence of that person. The Right Sage couldn't care about the fact that Lu Feng was a subordinate of the Yuan Sage, and he wanted to kill Lu Feng out of anger. He firmly believed that as long as he could accomplish 'that thing', killing a few small people like Lu Feng and Monk Daoyan would not be a big deal.

A blue light flashed in Lu Feng's eyes. Then his eyes immediately turned a miserable green. He rose up, and all the mana in his body, the Yuan Infant Imperial Envoy poked the immortal sword, turned into a golden light, and rushed out. The pressure on him from this ball of blood was too great, and when he was still more than ten zhang away from his body, all the essence elements in his body were already ready to move, and he almost flew out of his body. Can't let this damn thing get close to Lu Feng and instinctively unleash his strongest attack.

Zhu Di and the others exclaimed, and the smell of blood spread out, and the hundreds of thousands of troops present almost softened at the same time. The pungent smell of blood was too strong, as thick as a viscous liquid, and the person who was covered by this smell of blood. Taking a breath is like inhaling a large amount of blood from the inside of your nose. The man who was not very strong fainted almost immediately.

A white light shot from the distant northeast sky, and Shui Yuanzi's hurried voice shouted: "You don't want to die, you use the Yuan Shen to deal with this thing?, are you crazy?" The white figure in the air flashed a few times in a row. Shui Yuanzi rushed to Lu Feng's Yuanying and kicked Lu Feng's Yuanying away like a ball. Lu Fengru was hit hard by thunder, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and Yuan Ying flew back to his body crookedly.

A white light flashed in Shui Yuanzi's eyes, and his right hand waved solemnly from the bottom up, and an arc of white light shot out quickly. The 'Ten Thousand Soul Beads' were blocked by the arc-shaped white light, and it stopped in the air for a moment, and then the white light suddenly turned into countless sharp and incomparable cone-shaped ice cubes, desperately stabbing at them. Those ice cubes contained extremely pure innate water element aura. The aura full of vitality dispelled the blood and ferocity away bit by bit.

Right Saint was stunned for a moment, and he raised his hand to take back the Ten Thousand Soul Beads. He already felt that the spiritual power released by the Ten Thousand Soul Beads was getting weaker and weaker, and if this continued, he had painstakingly arranged it so that the two armies could fight for most of the time, and the Ten Thousand Soul Beads that he had obtained were about to be wiped out.

However, he immediately regretted it, and when Shui Yuanzi suddenly appeared in front of him at the moment when he recovered the Ten Thousand Soul Beads, Yousheng immediately regretted it. Mizumotoko, who had a hippie smile, was so terrifying and terrifying in the eyes of the right saint at this moment. A white flying knife with barbs the size of a middle finger gently rubbed on the stomach of the Right Sage, bringing up a fountain of blood, and quickly burrowed into the body of the Right Sage.

'Pappapa' The Right Saint screamed angrily, and he felt a cold and incomparably cold energy, like a pendant rushing in along his navel. He looked at the young man in front of him who had easily injured him, and his palms were combined together, and the yin thunder bombarded his chest heavily.

'Boom' The right saint's stomach was blown open, a hole the size of a foot, and the flying knife, which had turned blood-red, was blown out along with three or five catties of meat. The right saint screamed a fire horn, and his right hand waved a bright blood light, and the dense blood light like the waves of the sea actually beat Shui Yuanzi to a stagger, and Shui Yuanzi was caught off guard for a while, and could only watch the blood light of the right saint fly out with all his subordinates. In a flash, the blinding blood light had disappeared without a trace.

"Well, you Qi, it's actually in his hands, no wonder you can escape from your grandfather's hands. Shui Yuanzi touched his chin and tilted his head in thought: "But the Chiyou Banner should have been punctured, but now it looks like it has recovered a small half of its spiritual power...... How many souls did this damn bastard use to fix it? ”

The white light in the air was twisted a few times, and the Ten Thousand Soul Beads had been wiped out cleanly. Shui Yuanzi slowly landed and smiled helplessly at Lu Feng: "I don't know how God will settle accounts with me at that time." I destroyed this evil thing, and I saved so many people present, but those tens of thousands of ghosts didn't even have a chance to be reincarnated. ”

Lu Feng smiled faintly, "God?" he didn't know what God was.

Over there, Zhu Di had already waved his treasure knife and shouted with a cheerful order: "The sons and daughters of the Ming Dynasty have been eliminated, and the demons have been eliminated, and the soldiers should fight hard to kill the enemy and go straight to the Ulan pile." ”

There was an earth-shattering roar, like a huge wave crashing into the remnants of the Golden Horde.

More than 200,000 elite Ming troops roared towards the Ulan pile and slaughtered it. This time, Zhu Di is ready to completely solve the problem of the Yuanmeng people. But at this time, more than a dozen horsemen galloped over, and the red-clothed Tenglong spy shouted loudly: "Your Majesty is urgent." ”

Lu Feng's brows furrowed, and he felt as if something was about to happen.