Tianhong was naturally moved by the relationship between all his brothers. But since he was involved in the Three Realms, he has been growing constantly. If it were in the past, he might have run away and would have saved his life without hesitation. But now, he knows what responsibility is, what responsibility is, and what it means to share the same hardships and hardships!

A pool of blood he spitted out flowed in front of the formation under the eyes of everyone, like a living slime. When it flowed to the center of the crowd, it suddenly began to split into drops of blood, the size of soybeans.

"Young Master, what you promised is this thing, right? Why are you using it?" Guotu looked confused.

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

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

Tianhong shook his head. What he wanted was an army! How could it be such a tiny thing? What can it be used on the battlefield? Could it be to integrate the enemy's blood and start pathogen infection and even nano-level biological warfare? This makes no sense. Soul Ghost Mercenaries have no blood, so where is their target?

He was also puzzled, so he had no words to explain to Guotu and Sotrue. He could only open his mouth and watch the blood roll to the front of the queue.

About fifty meters away from his team, the blood spread again. It was still the size of a soybean, but the distance between them was about one meter.

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

There were hundreds of explosions in succession, and a stream of white smoke rose in front of the formation. Judging from the meaning, it should be caused by the explosion of Tianhong's blood.

"This, this, isn't it a bit too early?" asked a brother in the team.

"Yes, what's wrong with our king? Why did they release the bomb before they came here!" A brother next to him also questioned.

"Stop talking nonsense! Maybe the king is too weak and cannot control it. It was supposed to be sent to the enemy's feet and exploded secretly, but now the king's body is not good, so the blood drip lost the remote control signal halfway!" The brother in front of him turned around and explained.

A gentle gust of wind blew, and the team suddenly made a loud cheer.

Tianhong, who was about to give up, quickly turned his attention to the formation.

Majestic figures stood up from Bai Yan, and they looked at the posture, and they were extremely brave. They stood in the ground with their backs to their families, making it clear at a glance that they were all their helpers.

The opposite side that was gathering should have been shocked, but the team leaders who led the team were all guys with a lot of fighting experience, so they just paused for a moment and started to lead the team forward to make room for the army coming out behind.

"Blood, has blood turned into a warrior? King, you are much awesome than Nuwa!" Sotru was shocked and gave Tianhong a thumbs up.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Guotu also became happy and gently hit Sotru, as if his heavy thoughts had become so light.

Tianhong couldn't believe that the Wuyang Plate could have such great power. He looked at the freshman team and then the plate on his chest. No wonder the old man said that this thing can match a million soldiers. As long as the host's ability is strong enough, there will be more than a million soldiers to transform into!

The huge rock in his heart was put down, and people became much more energetic. Perhaps this was the same principle as the joy that was passed down in the world. Tianhong straightened his back and asked the Guotu to help him in front of the formation.

He touched the new warriors, but found that their bodies were as hard, firm and firm as their expressions. They were synonymous with hardness, firmness and firmness. They were not as soft and warm as the bodies of humans or ghosts. Moreover, the appearances of these guys were exactly the same, which reminded Tianhong that the things that were chased from the train station were carved out from the same mold as the three of them.

The body temperature of the soul and various ghosts is low enough, some are even lower than the ambient temperature, but the new warriors are like they have just come out of the ice cellar, causing the surrounding air to become even colder.

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

"It's strange! They are all warriors created by spiritual qi blending with divine qi. Why are the temperature so low? It doesn't make sense!" Tianhong was puzzled, but he didn't say it.

Guotu and Sotru helped him pass through the new warrior to the front, and at this time the army on the opposite side had already emerged about three or four thousand.

Although they are called mercenaries, the queues are arranged very neatly. From left to right, you can easily calculate how many guys there are. However, mercenaries are still being sent out from the gate, which makes them feel a little nervous.

"Woo"!

The roars of wild beasts suddenly came from the pile of corpses on the right. Everyone was almost disintegrated. Could it be that the dead mountain spirits came back to life? What's the moment when the number of people is so different?

"Ten, eleven, twelfth teams converge and change the direction of defense!" Tianhong shouted, immediately pulled the support of Guotu and Sotru, and staggered towards the direction of the twelfth team.

Under the leadership of the captain, the three teams responded quickly, compressed and moved closer to the other teams, and pointed the direction of the weapon to the pile of corpses.

The careful national map discovered the abnormality, and quickly patted Sotrue beside him, pointed to the direction of the recruits, and followed Tianhong closely to avoid accidents.

Sotru understood it, and immediately turned around and ran towards the row on the far right of the recruits.

The three teams reacted quickly. After they finished re-arranging, the recruits were still standing indifferently like wood.

This is why the National Map asked Sotrue to rush over.

But perhaps the recruits were all summoned by Tianhong, so they did not obey Sotru's orders at all. In the end, the general was so useless that he actually started to push the recruits with his body.

Without exception, the firm, hard and resolute new recruits were like statues in the mortal world, standing as if they were still standing like a mountain, and let Sotrue exert all his energy, but he still did not have any slightest.

Tianhong finally discovered this problem and secretly wondered if these things were unconscious and needed their own will to control them?

So he held his breath and gave the same orders in his heart like the recruits.

But it seems useless.

But at this time, the pile of corpses began to be crowded, but the piles that were not absorbed by Tianhong were moving, and the piles of corpses that were sucked dry were still quiet and silent without any signs.

"Damn it! I didn't expect that the mountain spirits will be resurrected in the underworld now. If I had known it, I would have sucked them up!" Tianhong cursed, but he still protected the twelve teams outside and retreated a little further.
Chapter completed!