Chapter 612: Fighting spirit

Zhang Jun set off a stormy sea in his heart and contemplated for a long time. He asked: "So, the first emperor has not died, his body is in the Qin Ling, and his consciousness is in the dragon domain, so there is still a possibility of resurrection?"
"It's impossible." Man Jizhou shook his head and sneered, "Assimilating so much consciousness of souls, the first emperor is no longer the first emperor, but a freak with countless consciousnesses. The real emperor is just a thought of this freak and can't get the lead. effect."
"Throughout the ages, no one has ever been able to live forever. If you really don't die, you have to pay a price, a serious price." Man Jizhou looked mockingly, "But what is the difference between death and loss of consciousness?"
Zhang Jun asked: "What is the ultimate goal of the Qin family? Is it just to resurrect the First Emperor?"
"Of course not." Man Jizhou shook his head, "Whether it is the Dragon Region or the First Emperor, they are all used as weapons by the Qin family. The Dragon Region is very peculiar. You can release battle spirits through battle spirit banners. 30 million battle spirits, Even if one-tenth is released, it will be enough to sweep the world."
Zhang Jun's cultivation is still far from the supernatural power realm, but he also knows that the manifestation-level power can further materialize the mind, and even manifest in the human world, turning the impossible into possibility, and those battle spirits are likely to condense into entities.
He took a breath of air, saying that, isn't the Qin family invincible?
At this time, Shi Wenxuan had finished the phone call. He said: "This is not something we can stop, but don't worry, I think those big people will definitely take action."
Zhang Jun secretly said by chance that he wanted to enter the imperial tomb before, but fortunately he didn't go in. Otherwise, it would be meat buns and dogs.
Thinking of the female college student named Ouyang Jingjing, she should have been taken into the Dragon Realm at the time, but was pulled back abruptly by his resurrection finger.
The Qin family’s incident was too deep for him to intervene. It would be better to stay away. So he was ready to leave at dawn.
Man Jizhou and Shi Wenxuan personally sent him out of the house. As soon as the three of them left the house, their expressions changed drastically. There was a fog in all directions, and everything three to five meters away could not be seen clearly.
"It was okay just now. Why did the fog suddenly appear?" Man Jizhou said in a deep voice, cold sweat oozing out of his forehead. The fog is so strange that people can't help but think about it.
Zhang Jun radiated his eye consciousness, and then his heart sank, because the Buddha's eyes could not penetrate the dense fog, which is strange!
When Longhushan reopened the gate, some people used thick fog to seal the mountain, which was broken by the little dragon girl. Seeing the dense fog now, he knew that an enemy had come.
"We have been surrounded by people." He said with an ugly face, "Don't think about it, it must be the Qin family."
Shi Wenxuan took a breath. There was a sudden cold war in his body, and a touch of fear appeared in his eyes. He gnashed his teeth and said: "This fog is not normal fog, there is a strong evil spirit in the fog!"
"It's the battle spirit flag!" Manjizhou's forehead also seeped cold sweat, and looked very nervous. "It is said that when the battle spirit flag is displayed, it can raise fog and block the area of ​​thousands of miles."
Zhang Jun smiled bitterly: "It is enough for us to block a small town, but I don't understand one thing. Why doesn't the other party take the action directly and kill us immediately, isn't it better?"
Shi Wenxuan sighed and said something inexplicable: "I made ten calls before."
Both Zhang Jun and Man Jizhou looked at him strangely, not understanding why he mentioned the phone call.
Shi Wenxuan said: "From the second call, it was not the owner of the phone who answered the call, but their disciple."
Zhang Jun sighed in his heart. As a graduate of the computer science department, he certainly knew that intercepting cell phone signals was not difficult. The nine calls behind Shi Wenxuan should have been intercepted. In other words, the person answering the phone is simply a fake.
Man Jizhou sighed for a long time and said, "I understand, the Qin family must have controlled the communications within the range of Lishan. When you made the first call, they were noticed, so they intercepted the nine behind you. Make phone call."
Shi Wenxuan looked regretful and stamped his feet: "I was careless!"
Zhang Jun asked: "Brother Shi, who did you call the first call?"
"A good friend of mine, he is a casual cultivator, an old good person in the realm of comprehension, and he has a wide exchange. I called him just hoping that he would be busy releasing the news." Shi Wenxuan said.
"Did he say he would come to Lishan?" Zhang Jun asked again.
A look of despair suddenly appeared on Shi Wenxuan's face, and his voice trembled slightly. He nodded weakly, "He said to come right away, because his person is in Lishan."
Zhang Jun smiled bitterly, everything became clear. The Qin family surrounded them and did not kill them just to wait for the casual practitioner who rushed over. Apart from the people present, only the casual practitioner knew the secrets of the Qin family. As long as they and the casual repairman are killed, the news will not leak.
"What to do?" Shi Wenxuan asked the others helplessly.
Man Jizhou glanced at the fog, and his eyes also showed despair: "In front of the battle spirit flag, we can't escape, we can only wait for death."
"That's not necessarily." Zhang Jun suddenly said, "I don't know what the battle spirit is, but it must be a monster. As long as it is a monster, we have a chance to leave."
Man Jizhou and Shi Wenxuan were overjoyed, and asked one after another, "What can Daoyou Zhang do?"
Zhang Jun stared at the thick fog and resolutely said: "Although I don't know what level of the battle spirit flag is, it must be not a simple matter to activate it. The opponent's use of the battle spirit flag to besiege us is very indicative. If they do, they are not sure to keep us."
Shi Wenxuan's eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands and said, "Yes! If the opponent is crowded, there is no need to use the battle spirit banner."
Zhang Jun nodded: "Since the other party has few people, why don't we rush out?"
Man Jizhou smiled bitterly: "The thick fog is very terrible. We will get lost within ten steps and it is impossible to get out of the town."
"Follow me." Zhang Junliang showed Jiang Mochu, Baochu radiated tens of thousands of golden light, and suddenly dispersed the dense fog within a radius of more than ten meters.
"Good baby! The Buddha's energy on this thing is so strong." The two were surprised and happy.
Zhang Jun held the Devil Pestle, brought Manjizhou, Shi Wenxuan, and two young people out of the compound and headed in one direction.
With the help of the descending demon pestle, he felt that the Buddha's eyes could see through the dense fog in a blur, which showed that the descending demon pestle had a great blessing effect on the Buddha's eye relic, and he was more confident.
This kind of confidence also originated from his experience of traveling safely to the Demon Realm with the aid of descending the Demon Pestle. That time, he frightened the Demon King back. It can be seen that this Baochu is really extraordinary.
Even if there is a magic pestle, everyone in the thick fog can still feel the chill, it seems that there is a peerless murderous in the deepest part of the fog, and it will attack them at any time.
Fortunately, Zhang Jun remembered the way he came. He led a few people down the street in the middle of the town. If nothing else, this street leads directly outside the town.
He estimated that the battle spirit banners would seal the town at most, and the blockade would not be too large, because the Qin family didn't need to do that.
In this way, they walked fifty or sixty meters down the street without encountering any problems. Shi Wenxuan's mood became relaxed and smiled: "Walk a few hundred meters and we will be able to get out of town."
As soon as the voice fell, there was a cold snort, and then the yin breeze shouted, and the fog thickened. Especially in the distance, the fog rolled and condensed into the appearance of ghosts, very crippled.
Zhang Jun stopped, he looked around vigilantly, and the Buddha's eyes saw evil objects approaching. Sure enough, a few seconds later, dozens of ancient soldiers in armor and holding large swords and spears appeared in all directions.
These soldiers have a vague face, only a general shape, but they are murderous and angry.
Shi Wenxuan exclaimed: "War soul!"
"kill……"
The deafening sound of rushing and killing sounded from the bottom of everyone's hearts. They waved their weapons and rushed to Zhang Jun and others fiercely. Closer, closer, Zhang Jun can even smell the blood emanating from these people.
The two young men almost collapsed in fright, and Man Jizhou and Shi Wenxuan also looked nervous. Only Zhang Jun was calm and calm. When the battle spirit approached, he suddenly put a large amount of Buddha's light into the pestle.
"boom!"
Jiang Mochu seemed to have turned into a golden sun, shining so that people couldn't open their eyes. Immediately, the sound of heavenly Zen singing sounded in everyone's ears, and the phantom of the eight heavenly dragons appeared in the sky.
Those fighting spirits were immediately frozen, and then shook them, and they were attached to the periphery of Jiang Mochu like a paper man, rotating around the golden light.
"what?"
There was a scream from outside.
Seeing that dozens of battle spirits were actually collected by Jiang Mochu, Zhang Jun was also very surprised. He just dispelled these war souls, but he did not expect Jiang Mochu to collect them directly.
The others were also stunned. They fixedly looked at the battle souls, and saw that they circled the Demon Pestle, turning smaller and smaller, and finally turned into black dots and disappeared.
"Humph! I see how long you can resist!" A young voice sounded again.
"Boom!"
The thick fog was shaking, and hundreds of war spirits rushed over. Moreover, in those battle spirits, stars are often powerful, and they look like ancient generals.
As if an infinite sword and shadow were bombarded, even Zhang Jun showed some mental instability. Just like last time, these battle spirits were all put away as soon as they entered the defensive range of Jiang Mochu.
They collapsed suddenly, becoming like paper figures, spinning around Baochu, turning smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared.
The sound of Zen singing in Baochu became louder and louder, and the two frightened young men also settled down, with no fear on their faces.
"What the is that?"
On the roof of a bungalow not far from Zhang Jun, a dozen masters of cultivation stood together, staring at the scene that took place on the street ahead. Eight hundred battle spirits were taken away and disappeared, leaving them to have The urge to vomit blood.
Among these people, a young man had an ugly face and clenched his fists bitterly. Behind him, a middle-aged man said worriedly: "Seven young masters, the other party has a special magic weapon to restrain the soul of war, and can no longer make a move. We'd better ask the above to send a master to strengthen it."
"It's too late for reinforcements." The young man said coldly, "We must take down these people as soon as possible, otherwise once let them escape, the consequences will be disastrous and affect the family plan!"
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