Conferred God: I, Who Just Wanted To Run Away, Was Overheard By The Emperor

Fighting generals is an indispensable and important link on the battlefield of this era.

If you can cut generals before the battle, not only can you greatly improve your own morale, but you can also shock the enemy, make the enemy cowardly, and minimize the damage to your own soldiers.

There are too many benefits, so fighting generals is the rule of the battlefield, and it is more traditional.

But Wen Zhong definitely has no confidence in today's fighting general...

There is no way, big businessmen are facing enemies from all sides, and the diversion of talents is too much.

Wen Zhong sighed helplessly.

The barefoot Arhat of Shimen is at least Mysterious Immortal Cultivation Base.

And the veteran general under his command, Han Shu, has achieved nothing but a general in martial arts, and his strength is equivalent to Celestial Immortals.

Celestial Immortals and Mysterious Immortal are separated by a big Realm!

Fighting against Mysterious Immortal, the odds of winning cannot be said to be impossible, but it is really poor.

"Han Shu, keep this talisman well, and you can save your life at a critical moment."

When Han Shu urged Ma to pass by, Wen Zhong quietly stuffed him a jade talisman.

"Many thanks to the marshal, even if my subordinates are going to risk their lives, they will also behead the bald man!" Han Shu gratefully accepted the jade talisman, flicked the spear in his hand, and the men and horses were united, rushing towards the barefoot Arhat like an angry dragon. .

The barefoot Arhat folded his hands together, and a round of Buddha's light appeared behind him. Han Shu slammed the gun in anger, as if he was stabbed into a cotton pile, with no sense of acceptance.

Not to mention hurting people, I almost swayed myself off the war horse.

"Hmph, the wicked way, look at the gun!" Han Shu's face flushed, embarrassed and angry, and he raised his gun and attacked like a madman.

Barefoot Arhat maintained the Buddha's light body protection, allowing Han Shu to attack, and after a dozen breaths, he shook his head slightly.

The current prehistoric times are the era of Magic Treasures, but the people of their Western religion are poor. Except for the two hierarchs and a few members of the cult, the rest of the disciples basically cannot afford Magic Treasures.

Therefore, these Western disciples pay more attention to sharpening their own Cultivation Base.

Without using Magic Treasures, with Realm, the Cultivation Base of Western disciples is far more solid than other Qi Refining practitioners.

At Han Shu's level, he was not even qualified to use half of his abilities.

Thinking of this, the Barefoot Arhat didn't bother to waste any more time, so he pinched the flower print, and a large golden hand descended from the sky.

Han Shu's eyes were splitting, the power of this golden hand, with his strength, was absolutely unstoppable.

If he wanted to live, he had to crush the jade talisman that Wen Zhong gave him.

However, those who practice the way of martial arts all have a solitary courage that would rather die than give up.

click!

Biting the tip of his tongue, his blood began to burn, and the spear in his hand released a scorching heat like the sun.

Han Shu waved his spear, and his eyes were as sharp as a goshawk. He could clearly see that after the barefoot Arhat had picked up the flower seal, the protective layer of Buddha light was weakened by three points.

He didn't want to retire, he was a general of a big businessman, and he could survive by crushing the jade talisman, but he would undoubtedly lose the fight completely and make the morale of his comrades slump.

Instead of living, he wanted to use this blood to make a jade break, and use his life to inspire the wolf-like nature of his comrades.

"kill!"

Han Shu's spear shot out like a dragon, but at this moment, the ground beneath his feet suddenly rippled like waves.

Click!

A deep abyss cracked open, and Chu He Han Street was divided between him and the barefoot Arhat.

Immediately, a group of mosquitoes with a number of more than a thousand, each with the size of a human fist, blood-red wings, and black bodies flew out of the abyss.

"Hahahaha, damn Zhunti, let your Cultivation Base reach the sky, or I will use Daoist's means to pull out a clone, hum, Western religion, let's wait and see!"

Thousands of blood-winged black mosquitoes condensed above the abyss into a Daoist with triangular eyes and a thin appearance.

Mosquito Daoist breathed the fresh air greedily, and suddenly realized that he was not alone here.

Look at this battle, this is a battlefield.

And there are many masters.

Whether it is Shi Tianjun or Wen Zhong, or Yang Jian and Nezha beside Jiang Ziya, they are all powerful characters.

Mosquito Daoist's mouth tightened. Although he had the Immemorial Golden Immortal middle stage Cultivation Base, that was his body, and his body was still being held in the Magic Treasures taught by Western Saint Zhunti.

Right now, this body is just a clone, and its strength is only Taiyi Golden Immortal.

Mosquito Daoist didn't want to swim in the muddy water, but just wanted to leave, but saw the barefoot Arhat.

"A Westerner?"

"Hum, okay, it's great, I'm sure you've imprisoned me for a hundred years, and today I'll suck up some interest from your disciples and grandchildren." Mosquito Daoist's eyes suddenly turned red, he stretched out his hand, and the barefoot Arhat was squeezed into his hand.

Immediately, the nose and mouth turned into a needle, poking and sucking.

The Arhat of Mysterious Immortal Cultivation Base turned into a mummified corpse within a breath, and the Blood Essence, flesh and blood, and even the true spirit were all swallowed up.

Everything happened too suddenly. After the people on Jiang Ziya's side reacted, Daoist, the mosquito, had thrown away the mummy like throwing garbage, and turned into thousands of blood-winged black mosquitoes and disappeared without a trace.

Han Shu: ...

Daddy was ready to give generously to righteousness, and suddenly a big hole opened on the ground, and then a swarm of mosquitoes flew out and sucked the opponent into a mummified corpse.

The opponent is dead, so this is me.

Won?

hey~

Just win, don't care what the opponent is like, anyway, the last one alive is the daddy, the fighting will be two and one, and whoever can catch his breath will win.

Han Shu quickly stopped burning his blood and looked at the spear in his hand.

Well, it was as hot as the sun, the spear didn't go out just now, so the power gathered in the spear was still full.

Then this gun can't be wasted, otherwise, daddy's blood will not burn in vain.

"Hey, anti-thief Xiao Xiao, how dare you come back to fight grandpa alone!" Han Shu hated waste the most, and hooked his fingers at Jiang Ziya.

"Hmph, you are lucky enough to survive, how can you be arrogant."

Jiang Ziya's face was gloomy, which was too unfortunate.

Who would have thought that at the foot of Qishan, there is still such a fierce god hidden.

Hide it and hide it, but he still has a grudge against the Western religion, which makes Jiang Ziya too aggrieved.

"Hon Hai Arhat, how about you fight this second battle?" Jiang Ziya glared at Han Shu before turning back to the other Shimen Arhat.

"Good." Hon Hai Luohan, whose earlobes reached his shoulders, nodded slightly, and walked towards the front.

"Prince, you can see that the reason why Dashang can become the dynasty of Allah in this wild land is because there are countless soldiers who are not afraid of life and death like General Han Shu. When you succeed the queen in the future, you must not...you What are you doing?"

Wen Zhong was in a good mood because of the appearance of Mosquito Daoist, and was planning to take the opportunity to educate Prince Gou, but found that Yin Ze took out the small green-skin notebook and began to write and draw.

"It's okay, Master, you said what you said, I'm listening." Yin Ze kept his hands, raised his head and smiled at Wen Zhong, but his face turned pale again.