War is a freak.

It will give birth to many dirty and ugly things.

Death, betrayal, cowardice, and all kinds of dark emotions hidden in people's hearts.

It is still the early stage of the war, and the social order in Middle-earth has not yet collapsed.

When the old gods open up the curseless path and start sweeping across the entire continent, it is the most difficult time in Middle Earth.

At that time, there were countless betrayers like the Qi family in Liaodong, and countless exorcists who were contaminated by their souls.

I closed my eyes and couldn't imagine what Middle Earth would become in the future.

But he heard Zhang Sanfen say, "Don't think too much."

"Although Middle-earth has been established for more than seventy years, it is the most glorious and powerful era in thousands of years."

"Although war is ugly, it is also a touchstone. Only those who can withstand the test of this war are qualified to enjoy the dividends of the times brought by the war."

Suddenly I heard a scream coming from around me. I suddenly opened my eyes and found that the black soul flag representing the Iceberg Prison Lord quietly dissipated.

Only Qin Yaming's flag leader held a rune sword in his hand, like a glaring King Kong, standing on the battlefield.

Suddenly, the cold wind blew, and Qin Yaming's body suddenly made a crisp sound, and then a fine crack appeared on the center of his eyebrows.

The sound of cracks was endless, and soon, dense cracks appeared on Qin Yaming's body.

The number of cracks is increasing, like a human-shaped sculpture of glass products. It was accidentally dropped by someone, forming thousands of cracks.

My heart was thrilled, Qin Yaming's health could not be preserved!

As soon as this thought came out, Qin Yaming's body was like a broken glass sculpture, shattering with a bang.

That is because the internal moisture in the body is frozen and affected by external forces under extremely low temperature conditions.

The body was broken so that even the Daluo Golden Immortal could not recover.

Qin Yaming's three souls and seven spirits quietly appeared. He looked at his broken body blankly, then looked at his translucent soul body, and then smiled bitterly.

He killed the Iceberg Prison Lord, his soul scattered, and he didn't even leave a wisp of spirit.

But his body was completely destroyed due to the extremely low temperature damage.

Wei Wuguo shouted loudly: "Welcome to the return of the heroic soul Qin Yaming Banner!"

The demon-suppressing soldiers around him woke up and shouted loudly: "Welcome to the return of heroic souls!"

When he went out, he was still a demon-suppressing soldier from Middle-earth, but when he returned, he had no heroic soul.

But so what?

Middle-earth will not regard Qin Yaming as a soul just because he is in a soul state.

They are not the masterless and lonely souls, they are the heroes who died in the battle for Middle Earth.

No, if the hero is still there, it is not considered dead!

Qin Yaming's emotions fluctuated, and he emitted his own soul fluctuations: "Heroic spirit Qin Yaming! Kill the Lord of the Ice Mountain Hell! Apply to return to the team!"

In the light and shadow rune, demon-suppressing soldiers ran over quickly. They were collecting Qin Yaming's soul fluctuations and then entering the light and shadow rune defense system.

In this way, even the soul body can freely enter and exit the light and shadow rune defense system.

In the first battle, Middle-earth won.

Although Qin Yaming lost his body, his three souls and seven spirits are still there.

On the contrary, the Iceberg Prison Lord was scattered and completely disappeared into this world.

The soul fluctuation of the Snake Goddess suddenly came: "Pick a new Iceberg Prison Lord."

"Master of the Oil Pot, come on!"

Another black soul flag floated over.

I squinted my eyes and looked carefully. The Master of the Oil Pot turned out to be a zombie.

This is very strange. The oil pan hell ranks ninth among the eighteen levels of hell, and its location is relatively remote.

Apart from the soul body, living people, zombies, and monsters rarely pass through the rough underground cracks to reach the hell of the oil pan.

Not to mention, zombies are easily parasitized by the dead souls and become corpse ghouls when they encounter the dead souls.

But it is really surprising that this guy can become the master of the oil pot hell.

I hesitated for a moment and asked, "Boss, is this a ghoul or a zombie?"

Zhang Sanfen replied: "It's not a corpse ghost, his body seems to be a corpse that is not sunken in the underworld. It's strange, but it also has some characteristics of a water ghost. Look at the water flow on his body, it's not oil."

This guy's body is sticky. If the boss doesn't say it, I really think that the master of the oil pot hell must have some oil on his body.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Sanfen actually said that this was water.

The boss's vision is naturally good, but how could a corpse from the Styx River become the lord of the oil pot hell?

While thinking about it, someone suddenly shouted: "Qinghai Demon-Suppressing Deputy Envoy! Fang Zheng, apply to fight!"

My face suddenly changed drastically and I said, "No! He is no match! He will die!"

The Qinghai Demon Suppressor has died deep in the curseless road, and is said to have been swallowed by the snake goddess.

But I know that this deputy envoy is the nephew of the Qinghai Demon Suppression Envoy, and his strength is only B-level.

In this kind of battle general that is related to life and death, what should a level B be mixed with?

Wei Wuguo was also hesitating.

If he agrees, Fang Zheng is not strong enough, he may die in this battle.

If you refuse...

Just kidding, in front of more than 20,000 demon-suppressing soldiers in the entire army, did Fang Zheng want to be faced?

This young man in his twenties stood on the top of the city and said seriously: "Director Wei! The Dharma-Ending Age is Coming. Will my demon-suppressing soldiers not grow?"

He suddenly pulled out the rune sword, and saw the talisman light flashing, and the turbulent soul swept everywhere with the runes, and the entire city suddenly shone with light.

Someone exclaimed: "Level a!Level a!"

In an instant, the entire army was in an uproar.

The current A-level number in Middle Earth is not very clear, because many of the folk masters are relatively low-key, such as Shaolin Temple, Maoshan, Longhushan, and some other exorcists inherited from the family traditions.

But in general, with the people who work for the country, there are only more than one hundred A-level people.

And strictly speaking, neither me, Zhang Baiqiang, nor Dongyi are considered A-level.

Although we have a level A soul strength, level A is a comprehensive assessment.

Soul strength, physical fitness, reaction speed, strength, as well as knowledge of runes and accumulated knowledge, etc.

To be honest, a young man in his twenties showed a level of soul strength. No matter what, he was considered a genius from Middle Earth!

Now this genius is going to fight against the Master of Oil Pot.

I immediately said angrily: "Nothing!"

"As long as you accumulate such talent, you can become a real A-level product, or even take the path of inquisitiveness!"

"What can I do now? It's so frustrating to die here!"

But Zhang Sanfen said quietly: "The sword is sharpened by the sharpening. If he is afraid of fighting, afraid of fighting, and dare not fight, his mood will definitely be affected."

"If you want to go further, you can only continue to challenge and continue to wander on the edge of life and death!"

"Genius? There is never a shortage of geniuses in troubled times! A true genius must be fearless in his heart!"
Chapter completed!