The National Map discovered the abnormality and immediately stopped Tianhong's complaints.

There is a stone like a millstone in the hinterland of the jurisdiction of the Ten Palaces, which is called the Reincarnation Disk. This thing is like a sundial and has a pointer on it, but the difference is that its pointer is attached to the stone disc, more like a pointer of a clock.

The scale above is not the time, but the name of the spirit body corresponding to the three realms. For example, gods, mountain spirits, mortals, souls, ghosts, livestock, etc.

Which name the pointer on it points to, the corresponding creature will be infinitely resurrected and grown in the underworld, even if it points to the plant.

But this pointer cannot be turned at will. It requires Yin Guan at the level of Yan Luo to activate his magic power to change its direction. Yu Junqing didn't know what method he used, so he really changed the resurrection of the mountain spirit, so Tianhong has always been sure that he, a mortal, could really not die in the underworld.

The reason why the National Map denied Tianhong's complaint was that the mountain spirit that had been killed before showed no sign of resurrection, and how could it be resurrected quickly at the same time and place? This is not understandable. Unless the Emperor Yan Luo or Ye Fengdu who had already passed away returned to the underworld, or Yu Junqing secretly betrayed the revolution, otherwise the phenomenon in front of him would be impossible to explain.

"Prepare for the battle!" Tianhong yelled.

"Slow down!" Guotu quickly stopped him.

Tianhong looked at the national map beside him incredibly. The corpse opposite had already approached and was still taking action. Do you have to wait for the others to line up? Is this what is called bullshit etiquette and morality on the battlefield?

At this time, the mercenaries on the other side had already started to make excuses, which meant that they had also seen their resurrected companions. Since the mountain spirit can be reborn on the battlefield, it is equivalent to greatly encouraging their morale.

"Wang, could this be the method of which guy on the other side?" Sotrue kept jumping in place with his arms in his arms.

"What are you doing?" Tianhong asked.

"Frozen, frozen!" Sotru's fingers on the motionless recruits.

"Are you an intelligence officer or a spy, ask me?" Tianhong looked at him.

Sotru quickly shook his head: "What I got is probably the information, how could it be fully covered!"

At this moment, the resurrected mountain spirit has already walked over, and there are hundreds of mercenaries, so I can't wait any longer!

"Twelve Teams! Charge!" Tianhong pointed to the direction of the pile of corpses.

"Don't move!" The national map stopped it again.

Whether it is the abnormal behavior of these resurrected mountain spirits, his premonition, or even every hair on his body, they are telling Guotu that there is something abnormal, and don’t act rashly. This may be the experience he has accumulated in thousands of years of battle. Now the resurrected mountain spirits he faces are all mercenaries on the opposite side, and he also believes in his own judgment.

He grabbed Tianhong's arm tightly, and his other hand was in front of Team 12. If there was really danger, he would be the first to rush out.

"National Map, what are you doing?" Tianhong felt that the current national map was a bit unreasonable.

"Young Master, listen to me this time! They are a little weird. Don't act rashly, just to prevent fraud!"

"Let go! If you let go, you will meet the soldier I just transformed out! You forgot how much I used to transform out? How can you bear it? National Map!" Tianhong kept struggling, but now his weak look seemed to be in vain.

"Yes, let go of the king! As a subordinate, you treat the commander like this? Do you don't want to do it anymore?" Sotru helped to pick the fingers of the founding map, but the physical fitness gap between the two sides was too big and there was no effect.

"You have to go to yourself, please don't get involved with my young master!" Guotu glared at the troublemaker, and then quickly focused on the mountain spirit.

Every move of the resurrected mercenary involves the tense nerves of the National Tu. As Tianhong's bodyguard, he has the responsibility to protect Tianhong from his comprehensiveness. As the leader of his new brothers, he also has the obligation to maintain the safety of his subordinates.

Suddenly, the first resurrected mountain spirit who walked behind the recruits came directly and turned around ninety degrees, aimed at the standing line of the recruits in front, and picked up his weapon horizontally.

Now not only my brothers, but also the mercenary army on the opposite side were also confused. What's the situation? The horizontal weapon is a weapon holding posture to prevent accidental injury of comrades. Why did my accomplices run to the other side and stand up in a queue? My brain is wafting?

As more and more mercenaries joined, Tianhong not only couldn't believe his eyes, but was even so surprised that he almost forgot to breathe.

He approached carefully, with the national map on the side to protect him, and he was still uneasy.

"Oh my god! This is also the masterpiece of the Wuyang Plate?" Tianhong couldn't help but take a breath.

The mountain spirits here are said to be resurrected, but rather called being controlled. Their cold expressions are exactly the same as those of the recruits, with almost no thoughts of their own, as if they are at the mercy of something.

Sotru came over, but he was shocked in an instant: "This, is this okay?"

Hundreds of resurrected mountain spirits returned to Tianhong's command, and the team of one teams directly squeezed out the three teams that had changed the formation before and had no place to stand.

Some mountain spirits have lost their weapons. They should have been taken for themselves by the group of souls and ghosts under Tianhong, but this did not delay their uniform posture. They have no choice but to put weapons on their bare hands and will never hurt their friendly forces.

Tianhong felt a little comforted and even proud. He came to the front of the formation just after the mercenary army on the opposite side. The one he should thank the most was the national map, but he might have been so happy that he forgot about this matter for a while.

"The little guy has good skills and means! After destroying one of our Housing Chiefs and all the courtesy chiefs, we still have to rely on the remaining six Housing Chiefs to greet you! It's a big face!" a small short man in the lead shouted.

Hu Pang and the long-tongued eel came over, probably wanting to introduce to Tianhong the type of spells that the opponent's leader was good at using.

The dwarf stood in front of the other three team leaders, and it seemed that his official rank was much larger than those three. Moreover, the other team leaders were all simple, only this guy was wearing dark green camouflage military uniforms. If he didn't pay attention, he would almost integrate into the semi-dark environment of the underworld. However, the only unified place for these four people was that they had a pair of battle sunglasses hanging on their foreheads, which was simply weird.

Tianhong did not reply, but his tongue kept bulging in his mouth, as if his teeth were tickling at Sotruh beside him.

Sotru was so shocked that he let out a cold sweat, as if he was about to kneel down and explained: "It may be that he had just been promoted, but he had just promoted, so the information could not be wrong!"

"Don't talk nonsense! Just fight quickly!" Hu Ping quarreled over Tianhong.

"No, we haven't told Wang about the special features of Hou Chang on the other side!" The long-tongued eel patted Hu Ping on the shoulder.

Hu Ping scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly, as if saying: I was angry for a moment and forgot the important matter!

"Okay, okay! Have courage! Then let you see with your own eyes what the number of people is an advantage!"

After saying that, the short man in the opposite direction actually pulled out a shotgun from behind! Judging from the model, it is still the most primitive Remington m870!
Chapter completed!