I became a saint in the game

There is actually still a glimmer of hope in Jingluo's heart.

During the Icefield incident, he did not participate because he had other tasks to do.

However, according to the report from the fisherman afterwards, there was an individual player named Zishu, who could even be said to be the strongest player at the moment, and he single-handedly killed a Purple Mansion Realm expert from the Council of Silents.

If only.

If that person showed up and suddenly joined the battle like in the ice field incident, with their desperate assistance, would there be a chance to kill the Dharma Realm person in the car?

Or is it all just his delusion, and even if the Rat joins the battle, the final result will still be failure?

Jingluo took a look at the equipment issued by the state in the storage compartment and took a deep breath. He would succeed as long as the man called Zishu still had China in his heart!

"Attention, people of the Iron Blood Great Wall, use your equipment to stop these bald donkeys and cover your comrades' retreat!"

With the last bit of extravagant hope, Jingluo directly issued an order which was no different from suicide. Upon hearing this, the people around him who also belonged to the Iron Blood Great Wall took out a nail that exuded an ominous aura with a determined look after a moment of silence.

[Soul-burning nail: a magic weapon. After being nailed into the Baihui acupoint, it can burn the soul of life and temporarily improve one's own level and strength until death after exhausting everything. (After death, it cannot be resurrected in any way.)]

"Ok?"

As if surprised by these people's determination, the fat monk in the carriage finally spoke at the moment the Soul-Burning Nail appeared.

Whale Fall immediately realized that something was wrong, picked up the Soul Burning Nail and slammed it hard on his head, while shouting, "Quick!"

"Little tricks."

Before he could raise his hands above his head, a chuckle came from the carriage, and several golden lights shot out from behind the curtain and hit the hands of several people. The Soul-Burning Nail flew out of their hands and into the air.

"not good."

One of the players' face changed and he jumped into the air trying to grab the Soul-Burning Nail.

The next moment, the white elephant, which had been motionless, suddenly swung its trunk and knocked the leaping player away. With the sound of bones breaking, the player flew more than ten meters away and fell to the ground, spitting blood from his mouth. He struggled for a few times but failed to stand up.

"Quickly fight and make a quick decision. Don't waste time."

As the fat monk's nonchalant voice rang out, the ropes that bound the white elephant fell off quietly.

The freed white elephant let out a long roar to the sky, spread out its strong legs, and flashed its huge body in front of Whale Fall in an extremely flexible manner. It raised its long trunk and smashed it down at him fiercely.

"Squeak!"

Just when the whale was locked by the elephant's trunk and unable to move, an extremely tiny sound suddenly rang out at the scene. If it weren't for the people present having amazing five senses, they might not have been able to hear this sound.

But the white elephant seemed to have encountered some natural enemy. It let out a cry of fear and kept backing away until it bumped into the shaft of the cart and stopped.

The fat monk in the carriage seemed not to have anticipated this sudden change. He was caught off guard and fell off his waistband, revealing a surprised face.

"A mink with ancient bloodline?"

The fat monk immediately lowered his head and looked at the spicy strips that stood up in front of Whale Fall, and his tone revealed joy, "This mink has a predestined relationship with my Buddha, good and good."

Like the fat monk, everyone else focused their attention on Latiao who suddenly appeared in the middle of the battlefield. Latiao looked confused, wondering what these people were making a fuss about. After blinking blankly, Latiao barked threateningly at the cowering white elephant twice, then picked up the soul-burning nail that fell on the ground, turned into a shadow and retreated.

Following the direction it moved, everyone was surprised to find that a figure had appeared on the battlefield without them noticing.

A man wearing a Japanese devil mask, his body covered with a layer of golden light, looked like the monk's accomplice at first glance, but a closer look revealed that the golden light on this man belonged to Taoism, and its form was like flame, which was very different from the monk with gold powder on his face.

At this time, the sable with ancient blood was standing on the man's shoulder, while the man was looking at the Soul-Burning Nail carefully.

The four flying monks had already received an order from the elder to fight quickly and decisively. When they saw the man suddenly appearing in front of them, they picked up their long sticks and rushed forward without thinking.

Although they didn't know the identity of this man, in their opinion, he must be an enemy if he appeared on the battlefield at this time.

Moreover, the elder also said that the mink had a connection with Buddha, so the man who looked like the owner of the mink must die.

Because of this, the four people did not notice that the fat monk in the carriage felt something the moment the man appeared. His pupils suddenly shrank and his eyebrows wrinkled. Although he was not as if facing a great enemy, his expression showed some seriousness.

"puff."

The four intertwined sticks did not cause any damage. When they were about to hit the man who suddenly appeared, the man took a step forward, and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot and appeared behind the four unaware people.

At the same time, the man raised his hand gently, and four sword auras appeared above the heads of the four monks, ready to fall at any time.

"stop!"

The fat monk's face changed and he could no longer remain calm. He stood up and tried to stop it, but he was a step too late.

The moment he opened his mouth, the sword energy had already gathered momentum, and as the man gently lowered his arm, the sword energy fell from the top of the monk's head without any hindrance, cutting four huge scars on the ground.

The four monks, who had not yet turned around, froze in their tracks, and a circle of red lines appeared on their necks. Due to inertia, as their bodies turned, the four bald heads were thrown uncontrollably into the air.

"Be bold!"

A look of anger appeared on the fat monk's face, and he slapped the man with his fat palm.

"Haha, that's bold. Let me show you what's even bolder!"

The man, Chen Shicheng, who had stacked up all the BUFFs, smiled softly, and dozens of sword auras instantly appeared in front of the fat monk, and then slashed towards the monk in mid-air without a hair's breadth.

The fat monk's face changed. He waved his wide monk robe and instantly returned to the carriage.

Everything happened so fast that from everyone's perspective, they only saw the air between the two people twisted, and the next second, the fat monk was forced back into the carriage.

Some sharp-eyed people noticed that the corners of the monk's robe were chopped into pieces, and it seemed that he had suffered a loss.

And as the fat monk looked angry, four translucent souls appeared next to the four beheaded monks, standing there expressionlessly.

"Do it!"

Following Chen Shicheng's order, the four newly refined ghosts rushed directly towards the eighteen monks holding long sticks that reached their eyebrows. (End of this chapter)