Creation Color Master

The three figures had an aura as powerful as the deep. They were wearing heavy armor made of cold stone and holding long ice spears in their hands. Just standing there was enough to make people feel terrified.

Although the three people had changed their attire, Sun Anzheng still recognized their identities at a glance.

"Impossible, aren't they dead? How could they still be alive?"

"This is not true. Even if they are still alive, how could they be in the same group with you? Why is this?"

Sarson, who was fighting with Zhou Wenlong on the side, heard the noise here and glanced over curiously.

When he saw the three familiar figures, a trace of joy flashed across his face, and he said, "Brother, the two generals are still alive. What's going on? Didn't the elders of the tribe say that you had already fallen?"

At this moment, Salson was three parts shocked and seven parts happy. It all happened so suddenly.

Seeing this, Zhou Wenlong quickened his movements, which put a lot of pressure on the delighted Salson, who could only concentrate and deal with the current battle with all his strength.

But Chen Gong still couldn't believe it, and shouted angrily, "Who can tell me what's going on? When did the people of the Cold Eagle Tribe become the subordinates of the Xiayang people? Generals, your companions and I are in the same group. Look over there, there are people from your Cold Eagle Tribe."

What disappointed Sun Anzheng was that no matter how he shouted, the three figures seemed to have never heard anything and looked at Sun Anzheng, who was like a clown, coldly.

Inside the theater, Madam Mingzhu stood beside Chu Mo and said to him with a smile, "Fortunately, the lord has gathered all the spiritual objects, otherwise I would not be able to control the three people easily. Don't worry, my puppet reincarnation Gu has the ability to devour the memories of the infected person and implant a false memory. They are now tacitly regarded as the lord's subordinates. As long as the lord gives an order, they will obey it completely."

Chu Mo was shocked when he heard this and said, "It's so amazing! Isn't this puppet reincarnation Gu too strong? Can all our prisoners of war become our people from now on?"

Madam Mingzhu smiled and said, "My lord, everything is fair under the law of heaven. While the Puppet Reincarnation Gu is heaven-defying, it also has huge flaws. I'm sure you know the spiritual objects consumed in refining them."

Chu Mo recalled the various spiritual creatures he fed to his puppet reincarnation Gu when he was cultivating it. The number was astronomical.

"And my lord, the biggest flaw of the Puppet Reincarnation Gu is not what I mentioned before, but that it requires the person who is poisoned to experience the pain of having their soul devoured. If the person who is poisoned resists violently, or if their soul is too strong, control may fail."

"Not only that, the Puppet Reincarnation Gu will also create a large number of false memories. The number of these memories is too large, and it is very likely to damage the consciousness and soul of the person who is poisoned, making him stupid, and in serious cases, he will become a vegetable."

"It can only be said that it was too lucky and coincidental that the three of them were able to succeed completely."

"After Li Ru brought them back, he tortured and abused them endlessly, which weakened their will to survive and they no longer had the strength to resist. Under normal circumstances, if they had the thought of resisting, the Puppet Reincarnation Gu would not have succeeded."

After a series of explanations from Madam Mingzhu, Chu Mo also understood this kind of poisonous insect. To put it bluntly, the success rate of this kind of poisonous insect is too low and it cannot be controlled artificially at all, so it can only be used as a surprise tactic.

When Sun Anzheng fell, his strength increased dramatically by chance, and he luckily entered the third realm of Purple Mansion. Now, anyone walking out from the opposite side is as strong as him, which has already made him want to retreat.

Chu Mo naturally noticed Sun Anzheng's little move and immediately ordered: "If you want to leave, you'd better stay here. Kill him."

As the word "kill" fell, Sarliang and the other three attacked Sun Anzheng at the same time.

The spears were as swift as forests, as aggressive as wind, and as fast as lightning. They carried an endless chill. The three men formed a V-shape and surrounded Sun Anzheng in the middle.

The three forces were split into four forces, and all those participating in the battle were masters of the third realm. After a careful count, there were six people in the theater alone.

In the sky above the theater, the Yanlin fire beast and Han Yubing were fighting fiercely. The fire law turned into a sea of ​​fire, dyeing the sky red. Han Yubing used the Five Elements technique to perfection and could use the Five Elements easily.

Fortunately, the physical strength of monsters far exceeds that of humans, which is also the reason why the Yanlin Fire Beast has the upper hand.

Han Xinghe was brought into the art of the Great Dao by a mysterious ghost cultivator, and the situation is not clear for the time being.

Lin Mingwei was also sinking into the terrible environment at this time, and his clothes were already soaked.

The battlefield was filled with corpses and blood. Lin Mingwei was covered in blood. There was no one around him and he was exhausted.

Lin Mingwei just kept wielding his spear, killing wave after wave of enemies like a killing machine.

Suddenly, Chu Mo's voice rang in Lin Mingwei's ears.

"Mr. Lin, Mr. Lin..."

The sound gradually filled Lin Mingwei's brain and echoed in his sea of ​​consciousness, gradually awakening Lin Mingwei and bringing him back to reality.

As a gleam of light appeared in Lin Mingwei's deep eyes, the illusion was shattered.

The mountains of corpses and seas of blood that he had seen disappeared, the rolling cavalry charging towards him disappeared, and the fear of the entire army being wiped out and the experience of fighting alone against thousands of troops was gone forever.

He now has a lord who needs protection and a group of powerful and formidable colleagues by his side.

The illusion was broken by Lin Mingwei, and the illusionist in the dark also noticed it at the first moment. Knowing that he was no match for his opponent, he chose to flee quickly.

"How dare you, a mouse hiding in the dark, plot against me like this? Take my bullet."

"The Way of the Gun--The Unity of Man and Gun"

Lin Mingwei's furious eyes were fixed directly on the illusionist hiding in the dark. The spear in his hand made a slight sound, emitting endless spear intent. A large number of spear laws gathered together, and the situation on the field suddenly changed.

"No, leave quickly"

"Sun Anzheng, you have caused me so much trouble. I will put this debt on your head first. If I have the chance, I will definitely get it back."

After saying this, they quickly evacuated Yong'an Town.

Lin Mingwei snorted coldly, looking at the illusion master who had nowhere to hide, and swung the spear in his hand violently, which turned into a stream of light and went straight to the back of the fleeing illusionist.

"what"

A scream was heard, a smile appeared on Lin Mingwei's face, and he quickly came to the place where the shot was successful.

But the mysterious illusionist was not seen. The spear was stuck diagonally into the ground with a layer of blood on it and on the ground as well.

Lin Mingwei sighed with regret, but still let the man escape.

Feeling somewhat aggrieved, Lin Mingwei pulled out the spear from the ground, observed the situation around him, then stepped into the air and charged towards Han Yubing.

The blood and energy were surging, and the anger in Lin Mingwei's heart began to rise gradually, and he came to the sky above Han Yubing and directly used his strongest attack.

On the Netherworld Ghost Road, the mysterious ghost cultivator invited by Sun Anzheng was also paying close attention to the changes on the battlefield. When Lin Mingwei broke through the illusion, he had already anticipated the outcome.

"Han Xinghe, we'll meet again. I hope we can see each other again next time. I'll definitely ask for your advice then. Let's go."

After saying this, he merged directly into the Netherworld and disappeared without a trace of anyone.

Now, the two people invited by Sun Anzheng have left one after another, and the situation on the battlefield has reversed.