Chapter eight hundred and forty seventh ghost is now
Zi Chen stood there like a bloody man.
This time, in addition to the enemy's, there was also his own. On his shoulder, there was a clear blood hole, which was left by Yaoguan.
There was also a very deep wound on the chest, which was the blow the leader of the Wood Clan gave him before his death.
Zi Chen, with his invincible appearance, killed seven leaders and achieved a great feat, but he himself was also seriously injured.
If Zi Chen hadn't stayed in the Holy Talisman Realm for hundreds of years and acquired the complete ghost soul-eating technique, coupled with the stick and shield, he wouldn't have been able to kill the seven leaders so easily.
He stood there, his body crumbling, and the wounds on his body had not stopped bleeding yet.
Surrounded by shocked people, they seemed to be petrified.
Lei Wusheng and Lei Wushuang wanted to step forward to help him, but Zi Chen stretched out his hand again and stopped their movements.
Yaoguan's last words, although he didn't make a sound, he knew what the other party was going to say.
Credit?
That doesn't exist.
In this world, everything is about profit.
The battle has reached this point, and no one is willing to give up the mine, especially when both sides have suffered heavy casualties.
As the core of the two, they quickly understood what Zi Chen meant.
This is also the reason why Zi Chen did not let the two of them participate in the battle before, because there will be a battle next.
"kill!"
Sure enough, the shouts of killing started.
They were the survivors of the seven major forces who had lost their leader. They did not retreat as agreed and directly launched an attack on everyone.
Zi Chen looked coldly ahead, not surprised by this scene.
His body suddenly ignited with flames, a resuscitation technique that had not been used for a long time.
His injuries began to recover, including the previously consumed soul power.
Some people went to kill other members of the Holy Thunder Clan, and some people went to kill Zi Chen, who seemed to be weak.
Zi Chen stood there motionless. Just as they were approaching, a black light appeared in everyone's field of vision, like a black lightning.
It's a ghost!
A combination of ghosts and ghosts.
It had never gone to war before just to wait until now.
The ghosts in the past were very powerful and could attack regardless of strength.
Now that he has become a ghost, he has become several times more powerful and stronger.
Not a single one of the ghosts passed by was left alive, and its lethality seemed to be no weaker than Zi Chen's.
"You actually have a back-up plan?"
Everyone was stunned by this scene.
The battle has continued until now, and everyone is almost dead. Zi Chen actually has a hidden back-up plan.
What kind of person is this?
Don’t you take human life too seriously?
Not only other people's lives, but also your own life, don't take it seriously.
If he had used this kind of trump card before, how could he be in such a mess?
Can you lose half your life?
Everyone sighed, but they had to admire Zi Chen. Not only was he incredibly powerful, but he also had extraordinary wisdom.
"This guy is so calm and terrifying!"
The leader of the He family sighed: "In his eyes, interests are above all else. For the so-called interests, human life is nothing at all. If he is an enemy of such a person, if he cannot kill the opponent in the first time, he will
There will be endless troubles.”
He Wei was so frightened that he didn't know what to say.
Cui Liang said: "This guy!"
At this moment, the only feeling in everyone's hearts was fear. Zi Chen's heart was too cold and too calm.
Although we were clearly at a disadvantage, we still hid our methods and watched our people die one after another.
Unmoved.
Because of the previous hidden methods, this battle had another change.
The Holy Spirits of the Holy Thunder Clan died one after another, but on the side of the seven major forces, there were more casualties.
Zi Chen, who also joined the battle, not only did not increase his consumption, but the constant burning flames around him seemed to make him more energetic.
Not everyone is dead underground.
The deputy palace master is still there, as is Lei Lan, because the teleportation array is still being expanded.
When the battle broke out earlier, Lei Lan originally wanted to go out to fight, but Mr. Fu said that even if he went to die, you would not be the only one left.
She is the only disciple of Lei Di, but her speed of breaking through realms is not fast, and she is not the core of the core. Even among the core disciples, she is not the top one.
There was already something wrong with her state of mind.
But the last time she was in the fairyland, because of Zi Chen's incident, she had been brooding in her heart and blamed herself very much.
This time, they were fighting life and death outside. Even though she knew she couldn't do anything to help Zi Chen, she was not willing to stay here.
But Fu Lao's words made her change her mind, "You should believe Zi Chen. He does things in a measured way. Since he dares to do things, although the risk is extremely high, once he succeeds, the gains of the Holy Thunder Clan will also be great."
It will be infinite. A mineral vein and a Blood Dragon Canyon, just occupying these two places, this time is already worth it."
Mr. Fu said calmly: "We don't need to pay attention to the outside world, as long as we continue to maximize the teleportation array. When the next wave of reinforcements arrives, the crisis here will naturally be resolved."
The fighting continues and the death intensifies.
With the addition of ghosts, the casualties on the Holy Thunder Tribe's side are still increasing rapidly, and the situation is still unfavorable to them.
Facing the siege, Lei Wusheng and Lei Wushuang were also injured. Now that the two cores are at their best, they have no time to care about anything else.
Zi Chen's killing power is still full and frightening.
Among the spectators in the crowd, not all were shocked, but there were also spectators with indifferent expressions. Their gazes, like cold lightning, swept over the battlefield one by one, as if they were looking for the opportunity to take action.
If you look carefully, you will find that there are exactly seven people.
They are like ghost wolves, with enough patience, waiting quietly for their prey to run out of energy.
The burning flames on Zi Chen's body gradually extinguished, and the weak state from which he lost half his life has recovered a lot.
The shocking wounds have gradually recovered.
All the Holy Spirits in the seven major forces were not afraid of death. Even if they knew that stepping forward would only lead to death, they still did not stop.
Often they would directly use the strongest means, and then these means would be overthrown by Zi Chen, and then he would be killed.
The ghost's murderous power has not weakened, and its speed is agile, like a bolt of lightning, shuttling through the crowd.
The number of people is decreasing rapidly, and it seems that they will all die here today.
At some point, a Holy Spirit disappeared from Zi Chen's field of vision, and there were corpses everywhere.
He looked forward, took a deep breath, and said, "Why don't you come out at this time? If you wait any longer, you may not even have the courage to show up."
The crowd was slightly stunned, wondering to whom Zi Chen was speaking.
At this moment, a person walked out of the crowd and came forward.