Within the wall, several things moved slowly as the soil fell.
Afterwards, several clay figures suddenly took shape and rushed out.
"Oh my God."
Upon seeing these clay figures, Huya couldn't help but exclaimed.
Han Sanqian's intuition also made him realize that although these clay figurines looked unremarkable, they were actually anything but ordinary.
He shrank slightly, guarding his tiger fangs behind his back, and stared at the clay figures jumping out from under the earth wall with his eyes like an eagle.
"The leader of the alliance is the forty-two soldiers."
"Forty-two soldiers?" Han Sanqian frowned.
"It is said that in the land of demons, the killing was so heavy that rivers of blood flowed almost everywhere on the ground. Later, these rivers of blood were mixed with soil, carrying powerful demonic energy and resentment, and automatically transformed into forty-two clay figures."
"The Lord of the Demons blows his own demonic energy to these forty-two clay figures, giving them life."
"Because their demonic energy is strong, their grievances are heavy, and they possess the breath of the Lord of Demons in their bodies. After turning into human form, they are so powerful that they can almost kill people when they stand in their way, and kill Buddhas when they stand in their way."
"However, the Forty-Two Soldiers are just a legend, and no one has actually seen them."
Han Sanqian gritted his teeth slightly: "Because everyone who has seen them has died, right?"
Huya nodded: "Yes, they are unknown objects, so those who see them can often only be killed. However, it is also extremely troublesome to support them, requiring a lot of blood and demonic energy. Therefore, owning it and its consumption are
Something that ordinary people hardly dare to think about."
"I didn't expect that we would bump into each other here."
Even though the food points were extremely important, using forty-two soldiers to guard this place was obviously beyond Huya's expectations.
"I know we have such a powerful weapon, but I always thought that such a powerful weapon could only be placed in the dragon vein of the headquarters. How could I have thought that...we would meet here."
Han Sanqian nodded clearly.
In fact, Huya didn't need to introduce it, Han Sanqian knew that these clay figures must be very powerful.
This is the feeling between masters and masters.
"It seems that your elders are really planning to trap me here this time, and you are actually willing to spend such a large amount of money on a small grain." Han Sanqian said with a smile.
"Leader, I'm sorry, I never thought there would be..."
"What? Are you scared?" Han Sanqian said with a smile.
Huya didn't answer, but this action was enough for Han Sanqian to understand his answer.
"I'm different from you, I'm not afraid." Han Sanqian said.
Seeing that Han Sanqian is still so confident and even a little arrogant now, Huya hurriedly advised: "Leader, the forty-two soldiers are far more powerful than you think. If we can be called immortal, then they are
The true ancestral version."
"Moreover, compared with us, the most powerful thing about the Forty-Two Soldiers is their unparalleled offensive ability and strong coordination ability."
"The forty-two soldiers are divided into forty-two people, and together they are one person. They are one body. Therefore, the leader of the alliance...". Five
Of course Han Sanqian understands this mechanism. It is just like summoning a clone by himself. When the body is actually one person, the cooperation between the clones of natural individuals is almost seamless.
However, this method is obviously stronger than the clone.
After all, everyone is different.
"So what?" Han Sanqian still sneered disdainfully: "Since I dare to come here, then I must make this place completely non-existent. Otherwise, what is the point of coming here? Is it because of fear?"
"That's a lot of rhetoric, Han Sanqian. I hope you can stay in this state forever, but don't kneel down and beg for mercy, just like the traitor you brought, like a dead dog." Tian Hongleng
Laughed loudly.
Han Sanqian smiled contemptuously, glanced at the forty-two soldiers, and swayed slightly: "Then let your group of useless clay figures come up and try to see who looks like a dead dog."
Tianhong waved his hand, and the forty-two clay figures slowly walked towards Han Sanqian...
