Chapter 226 A little tough

"War Channel?" Guo Yunshan was confused, but when he heard these four words, Guo Yunshan had vaguely guessed something: "Is this the real face of the call of heaven?" He muttered.

At this time, the southern monks did not have the ability to observe like Guo Yunshan. In fact, they had no intention to pay attention to the details of the battlefield at all. After seeing that the real ghost army in front of Li Mingyang was harvested by the Shu army like weeds, what they thought most was how to come up with an excuse to escape from here.

Everyone is thinking about escaping. The strength of the Shu army is far beyond their imagination. At this moment, they really realize that many people cannot control the victory or defeat. In the face of such an elite Shu army, their people can only be slaughtered like those real ghosts.

It's just that no one dares to move. It's not that they want to see some miracle happen, but that no one can bravely go first. The defeat may suddenly appear at a certain moment in the future, but it seems that the southern monks will continue to stand firm here before Li Mingyang's people are killed. But at least they are tough. They only watch the battle and don't do anything.

"There is no medicine, really no medicine..." Guo Yunshan looked back at the southern monk who had never moved and said sadly.

Suddenly, Li Mingyang spit out another small mouthful of blood, which he didn't know how many times he vomited blood. A large number of real ghosts died, and his consciousness was constantly damaged. Li Mingyang suffered far more trauma this time than ever. Although the injury of consciousness is not as irreversible as the damage of the meridians, if the injury is too serious, it will take a long time to recover.

Li Mingyang practiced ten rounds of reincarnation and awakened the bloodline of the heavenly race. His body was far stronger than ordinary people. If it hadn't been for the divine transformation, in fact, this injury could have killed him.

It's just that when he spit out the blood, everyone behind him felt that his breath was very weak, and it could be seen that he was already a strong crossbow.

Xiao Zhuer's eyes were faintly filled with tears, and she had no intention of looking for the southern monks to settle accounts. Regardless of it, she would have to pull Li Mingyang away: "Let's go. We won't fight. They love them to death. It has nothing to do with us. I don't allow you to work hard anymore."

Being pulled by Xiao Zhuer, Li Mingyang's last breath finally let out, as if he were pulled aside by Xiao Zhuer like a broken kite. Less than 1,000 real ghost troops are completely out of control. Now their existence can only play the role of a wall, and the Shu army can rush over all the way.

Li Mingyang only felt dizzy, as if he had experienced a magic array transmission. He opened his eyes with a splitting headache and looked at Xiao Zhuer, who was crying beside him, and grinned, "What are you crying about? Is it just a little injury?"

"It's still hard-mouthed." Xiao Zhuer subconsciously raised her fist, and finally rubbed Li Mingyang's face with great gentleness and regret.

Seeing that Li Mingyang was completely lost, Guo Yunshan and others all understood and protected him and Xiao Zhuer in the center to prepare to escape.

Yan Kuang took a look at Guo Yunshan and then at the 500 monks who followed them, with a question on his face.

Guo Yunshan shook his head secretly.

Seeing this, Yan Kuo's eyes were suddenly full of helplessness. These 500 people were the last brothers who followed him.

But at this time, Li Mingyang suddenly appeared beside Guo Yunshan and said weakly, "Big Elder, let's run to the northwest corner."

Guo Yunshan looked at Li Mingyang doubtfully. Just as he wanted to ask, he suddenly looked up at the northwest. Just not far from them, it was a breath fluctuation that Gong Yangwen called a war channel. Seeing this situation, Guo Yunshan simply didn't ask anything and rushed over directly. At least a thousand real ghosts stood in front of the Shu army. Even if they just stood there to kill them, they still had to stop them for a period of time. Although this time is short, it is enough.

Everyone also did not hesitate to Guo Yunshan's order. They knew that Guo Yunshan would never make a decision to destroy himself.

The 500-person team also showed the advantage of fewer people at this time, that is, the flexibility is much higher than that of the Shu army, and they are confident that they can rush to the designated place before being caught up by the Shu army.

Li Mingyang was carried on Guo Yunshan's back and rushed there very appropriately. Just when charging, Guo Yunshan faintly heard Li Mingyang's weak voice: "They have been abandoned once. Let's not let them feel cold again. There can be no abandoned soldiers in Tianren City."

Guo Yunshan's body was shocked. He knew that his eye contact with Yan Kuo had just been seen by Li Mingyang. At this time, he suddenly understood why Li Mingyang had just made such a strange suggestion and rushed to the northwest corner. Maybe reinforcements will appear there, but even if they appear, it is absolutely impossible to save the 500 monks who have been abandoned.

When he sighed, Guo Yunshan was shocked again, but this time it was not Li Mingyang who opened his mouth again, but the war channel in front of them suddenly opened. Even their group of pure desperado, they couldn't help sweating when they saw the passage open.

"Is there a ghost behind the channel?" No one dares to take another step forward.

The moment the war channel opened, the gloomy wind was blowing and screamed endlessly. The most terrible thing was the power of Xuanyin and the breath of blood that hit people's faces gave people a feeling of being cut by a knife. Guo Yunshan stood in place cautiously, afraid that he would never turn back if he took another step forward.

At this moment, a group of dark shadows emerged from the channel, and rows of real ghosts kept appearing like falling from the sky.

The mutiny on the battlefield not only shocked Guo Yunshan and others, but also surprised all those who watched and participated in the battle. The southern monks were condescending. They looked at the two sides of the path of the Shu army's charge. Suddenly, two dark shadows exploded, and then they saw a large number of real ghosts appearing strangely in the battlefield.

The timing and location of these real ghosts are excellent. It was when the beginning and tail of the Shu army were not connected, and they appeared in a place where they could stop and cut off the other's formation.

Dou Jinlong was murderous and was killing all over the world. Suddenly, he saw a large number of real ghosts on both sides of the team. He was also shocked, but he immediately looked disdainful: "Do you want to beat me with these paper ghosts?"

Seeing the real ghost, Dou Jinlong was not afraid at all. Instead, he led the team back with a stronger murderous intention. It's just that he didn't find that the real ghost that appeared this time was very different from the real ghost in front of them before.

Guo Yunshan and others almost looked at the sudden appearance of tens of thousands of real ghosts in a few breaths, and completed the position of the battle array in an orderly moment.

"This is..." Guo Yunshan saw at a glance that these real ghosts were completely different from the real ghost army summoned by Li Mingyang. They seemed to be a little too strong. In particular, Li Mingyang's breath behind him is still weak, and it is obviously impossible to control so many real ghosts.

"Don't worry, yourself... Well, take it as your own." Li Mingyang is too lazy to tell whether it's a ghost. Anyway, just come to help himself.

After 10,000 real ghosts appeared, a real ghost in a white robe appeared calmly. Guo Yunshan recognized at a glance that this was the real ghost who went to Heyang City to find Li Mingyang.

"Brother Xie, why did you come this time?" Li Mingyang looked at Xie Bi'an in surprise. He never thought that this turn would send him to fight.

Xie Bi'an laughed and said, "The boss said that he would give them some cruel things this time so as not to always trouble you."

Xie Bi'an's voice was very loud, but it was almost submerged on the battlefield at this time. However, compared with the sound, the smiling face on his face disappeared faster, as if he disappeared when he said the last word. His expression changed so strangely that many people subconsciously shivered.

Looking at the fear in Guo Yunshan's eyes, Li Mingyang can only smile bitterly. Xie Bi'an, who smiles all day long, is a guy who walks across the hell. Naturally, people can't help but be afraid.

At the other end of the battlefield, although Li Mingyang could not see clearly, the black chain like a python in the regiment still made him understand that Fan Wuju also came to participate in the war.

Looking at the greedy look of the ram, Li Mingyang waved his hand and said, "Go up and kill it. Pay attention to safety."

Gong Yangwen seemed to hear the most beautiful voice in the world. He immediately rushed into the Shu army camp with a huge palace pillar. Watching Gong Yangwen kill into the crowd, everyone enjoyed looking at it a few more times. The growing size of Gong Yang Wen seemed to be born for war, especially when people saw that he always unconsciously trampled on many people, they strengthened this idea...

The reversal of the situation was as sudden as the appearance of Xie Bi'an, and even the southern monks in the battlefield were in a trance as if it was Li Mingyang's superiority.

At the core of the battle group, Li Mingyang's feeling of the sudden reversal of the situation was actually even more shocked. He suddenly understood what Xie Bi'an's words "give them a little cruel" meant.

The real ghosts that suddenly rushed out this time are all the strength of the Qingling Realm! This is definitely ** naked strength crushing. Maybe it won't have much impact if one or two real spiritual strongmen join the battle, but when the overall strength of ordinary soldiers is more than that of the other party, it is easy to present a one-sided situation, especially Xie Bi'an, who leads the soldiers, all the real ghosts who go to the war. There is also a very exquisite cooperation.

This wheel is definitely a piece of money. Even if such a team is in hell, it is definitely the elite among the elites, not to mention how much they will lose in this battle. Even if they win in the end, these two thousand real ghosts will need to rest for ten years to fight again after returning to hell.

Thinking of the situation that the wheel is not optimistic now in hell, Li Mingyang suddenly felt that he owed too much to the wheel, which he didn't like very much.

"We have to find a way to do more." Li Mingyang had a headache.