Tang Ming's vast soul soared straight into the sky, and then merged with the strange thunder clouds above.
"Boom!"
"Bang!"
Thunder clouds rolled and spirits roared.
The two complemented each other, allowing Tang Ming's soul and spiritual power to continue to rise. Even Xu Yuchun, Shao Debai and other late-stage gods became ugly.
How can this be?
Tang Xuantian was just in the Nascent Soul realm.
How could there be such terrifying spiritual power?
Many people were horrified.
"Um?"
Xu Qingfeng looked up at the sky and frowned.
He felt that there seemed to be something in the thundercloud... "Bang!"
"Crack--" The thundercloud exploded, as if some kind of seal had been shattered.
Endless war energy filled the air from the thunderclouds, covering the sky and the sun, and surged out of the void like a tsunami.
Whoosh! A domineering man with an ax in both hands, tall and wearing ancient armor, rushed out first.
"Hahaha!"
"It's out, it's finally out!"
General Huben laughed wildly and breathed in the air suddenly. Although as a war spirit, he did not need to breathe, but he was so intoxicated.
It's like a prisoner who has been imprisoned for many years comes out of the dark cell to breathe fresh air.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Three more tall figures emerged from the thundercloud.
General Xue Sha, General Wei Yan, and General Qiu Tianfeng followed closely behind.
The four of them are all in the middle stage of divine transformation, but they carry an irresistible killing aura around them, and their aura is thicker than that in the late stage of divine transformation.
The spirit of war.
"Tang Ming, are these enemies?"
General Huben held the ax in both hands, his hands shook, and the ax blade cut through the void, pointing directly at dozens of strong men around him.
"right."
Tang Ming smiled lightly and nodded: "There are a lot of enemies. I wonder if General Huben is afraid."
"Afraid?
Hahahaha, how could I be afraid? It’s too late for me to be happy!”
General Hu Ben laughed loudly, and the sound shook the void: "Are you afraid of bloodshed?"
"Afraid of shit."
The blood-killing general laughed ferociously and geared up: "I feel like my bones are getting rusty. I haven't fought in so many years. I can't wait any longer."
Say it.
The blood-killing general also laughed excitedly.
Even the two generals Qiu Tianfeng and Wei Yan, who had always been calm, did not laugh out loud, but their fighting spirit surged through their bodies and their blood boiled.
Hundreds of years! During these hundreds of years, they, the generals of the Ming Dynasty, were forced to guard the tomb space, just like being in prison.
them.
It has been suppressed for too long.
A warrior would rather be wrapped in horse leather than have his sword rust.
"This is where my confidence lies, Xu Qingfeng, are you satisfied?"
Tang Ming raised his eyes and looked at Xu Qingfeng, and said calmly: "One day, I will rashly fight to destroy your Qingfeng Sect's mountain gate, cut off your Qingfeng Sect's future, and destroy your Qingfeng Sect's inheritance."
Xu Qingfeng's pupils suddenly tightened, and his eyes looking at Tang Ming were full of murderous intent.
But the next moment.
Tang Ming waved his hand.
General Hu Ben held an ax in both hands and rose into the air, and suddenly let out a thunderous roar: "Hu Ben army, come out!"
Boom! Amidst the billowing black clouds, a war spirit army flew out in a battle formation.
At the front, eight lieutenants had strong auras and held double axes.
After the deputy general, there is the real Tiger and Ben war spirit army. There are fifty people in a row, a full twenty rows, and a thousand elite Tiger and Ben soldiers, all wearing ax armor, and the evil spirit of war rushes straight into the sky, condensed into a head.
The huge black tiger is entrenched in the void.
Domineering! Fierce! Violent! Majestic! Mighty! This moment.
The whole world is filled with the war spirit of the Tiger and Ben Army, especially the spirit that has gone through countless bloody battles, and every war spirit is filled with terrifying murderous intent.
This is the real master of killing!...The whole place was completely silent.
Everyone was stunned by the scene in front of them.
Xu Qingfeng was shocked and looked at the war spirit army in front of him with some disbelief. As for the monks around him, they were even more frightened by this violent war spirit.
"The spirit of war boils and condenses into shape. It can capture people's hearts, increase their combat power, and also destroy the enemy's defenses. This, this... What is the difference between this and the ancient war spirit army recorded in ancient books?"
A thin old man exclaimed in surprise.
Hearing this voice, many monks around became even more panicked.
"quiet!"
Xu Qingfeng frowned and shouted softly: "This is not an ancient war spirit army, just ordinary war spirits."
Having said that, war spirits were extremely rare, but now an army of war spirits appeared in front of them, which still shocked everyone.
It's not just them.
Everyone around Tang Ming was also shocked by this scene.
"Tang, Tang Ming, is this the assistance you planned?"
Gao Dejiang opened his mouth and his face was full of horror.
At the beginning, Tang Ming took the initiative to approach the military headquarters, preparing to plan a big show. After receiving the approval of the Great Heavenly Master Zhang Wenyuan and the Grand Marshal Jiang Longwu, the military headquarters would carry out subsequent arrangements.
Including Mo Tianhai, Agnes, Yang Xiong and others, in fact, they only had a rough idea of what Tang Ming had planned, but they didn't know what his real trump card was.
Until now.
They understand.
Tang Ming's trump card is not just one or two people.
Rather.
An army! An army of fighting spirits! "His grandma's majesty today was all taken away by that idiot Huben."
Xue Sha landed somewhat dullly, landing next to Tang Ming: "If my Xue Sha Army comes out, its momentum will definitely be stronger than that of the Tiger and Ben Army."
"Don't worry, there will be opportunities in the future."
Tang Ming smiled and said: "With my current soul and spiritual power, summoning all the generals and the tiger army is already the limit. If there are more, I won't be able to bear it."
Long Yuan, Hu Ben, Xue Sha and others, and even several major legions, all signed soul contracts with him.
Fortunately for Long Yuan, he practiced the "Xuanwu Sutra" to condense his body and could leave the mausoleum with the help of Tang Ming's life energy, but others could not and could only be summoned by Tang Ming using his soul.
"It's okay. Anyway, I came out today and will kill a few more people later to vent my anger."
Xue Sha laughed ferociously.
And this time.
High in the sky, a thousand Tiger and Guard troops have been organized.
High in the sky, the evil spirit of war is rolling, the wind is hunting, and the murderous intent is fierce.
General Hu Biao lowered his eyes, cupped his fists and bowed towards Tang Ming.
"Then, let's start killing."
Tang Ming spoke indifferently.
Give an order.
"kill!"
Huben roared suddenly.
"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill..." the Tiger and Ben troops shouted in unison.
Rumble! Killing intent boils instantly.
Huben held an ax in both hands and charged downwards with a ferocious smile. Behind him, the Huben army rushed towards them in a battle formation.
Almost at the same time.
Long Yuan's spear vibrated, and rushed towards Xu Qingfeng with violent murderous intent. The corners of Agnes's mouth slightly curled up, showing an evil smile, and turned into a streak of bloody lightning that struck first.
Whoa! The sharp blood wings were like an alloy sword, cutting through the void and falling from behind Xu Qingfeng in an instant.
"Exotic witch, so brave!"
Xu Qingfeng formed a magic formula with one hand, and with a burst of energy in his palm, he shot it behind him.
But Agnes reacted very quickly. Almost as soon as Qi Jin took off her hand, she suddenly stopped her momentum, and her delicate body collapsed and turned into a billowing cloud of blood rushing to the side.
Zheng! Long Yuan stabbed down with a spear, and there was a roar of an angry dragon on the tip of the spear.