Wild God starts the game, I rely on incense to prove my truth to the emperor

"Oh?"

Wan Zhuliu was stunned for a moment, then looked at Nangong Lie who was ready to go.

"Are you ready?"

Nangong Lie perked up and patted his chest, "I am willing to share Lord Liu's worries!"

Upon hearing this, Wan Zhuliu revealed a strange smile.

"Okay, let's get going!"

Nangong Lie's eyes suddenly lit up, "Follow the will of God Liu!"

Soon, the demon-suppressing army came out of Hongsong in a mighty force.

After this period of expansion, the Demon-Slaying Army has begun to take shape, with a total of 1,500 personnel and a fairly complete organization. The only difference is that the basic combat effectiveness of the personnel is uneven.

However, this is not a big problem. Wan Zhuliu has made a batch of pills to enhance qi and blood, as well as medicinal liquids to strengthen the foundation and cleanse the muscles and bones. He has already stored quite a few of them.

I haven't posted it yet because I'm waiting for the right opportunity.

Now, it seems that the time is almost here!

……

Yi County Government.

"General, the enemy at Huaihua Pass is very aggressive. Three hundred captains from the Demon Suppression Division are charging at us. Our army formation can't withstand them at all!"

Inside the big tent, the blood-covered general knelt on one knee on the ground, his eyes full of despair.

Su Baotong also looked lonely when he heard this. He never expected that he would reach this point one day.

Han Zhenjun rebelled and fled.

Because Zhao Zhenjun protected each other on the battlefield, he was ambushed by the Lord of Xuanqing Palace using the Soul-Trapping Lock, which destroyed his soul and he died there.

"Hey! Where are Hua Guzi and Yun Yangzi? Did they run away again?"

After saying that, he laughed at himself, thinking that he had misjudged the person again.

"Your Excellency, Hua Guzi and Yun Yangzi are urging you not to give up. They are still dealing with the Xuanqing Palace Master and others on the front lines. However, with Master Han joining the enemy camp, I'm afraid they won't be able to hold out for long!"

"What?!!"

Su Baotong was stunned, tears welling up in his eyes. "Okay, okay, I was right. Where is the personal team?"

"We have assembled, please review, Marshal!"

Su Baotong strode out of the tent and looked around. There were eighty well-equipped soldiers outside the tent.

These eighty people are his last trump cards. They are all warriors with four or five stripes. They are all strong and sturdy.

They are all martial artists, and they don't play a big role in the military formation, but if they are used to seize the general or fight in a bloody battle, they can be extraordinary.

"I've fought for half my life, but ended up like this. This time, I won't run away. I'll fight them to the death.

I am a Nine-Pattern Warrior after all. The Xuanqing Palace Master and Han Zhenjun surrounded and intercepted me, as if they had me defeated. Little did they know that my fists can also kill people!

"Brothers, I have spent half my life in the military and have not brought you much glory and wealth. I bow to you...

If there is an afterlife, I will report it to you. I hope you will all... follow me and fight again!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

These eighty people were extremely powerful and exuded a strong sense of oppression.

Su Baotong put on his armor silently and bowed to everyone.

"kill!"

boom!

Outside Yi County, countless armored vehicles, pulled by strong horses clad in iron armor, rushed towards the enemy.

But unfortunately, most of the enemy troops were powerful warriors, and they easily avoided such a military attack.

Even though the Great Xia army had a large number of people, they became like headless flies when facing the elite troops. Their formation was disrupted and many soldiers were even trampled by their own horses.

For a moment, the balance of the war tilted directly towards the enemy, and the Daxia army was defeated.

……

At the foot of Xuanqing Mountain, several figures fell one after another and surrounded a man covered in blood.

The blood-soaked golden armor emitted a sharp cold light, and a huge sword was pointed at everyone.

"Palace Master Xuanqing, Ying Wuqiu, and Han Zhenjun, who among you three dares to fight me to the death?!!"

"Hahaha, how sad, Su Baotong, now he has become a lonely man!

Where is your former arrogance?

Where is your former arrogance?

Commit suicide, don't let me look down on you!" Han Zhenjun sneered, staring at him intently.

Su Baotong sighed to the sky, "You traitor, what qualifications do you have to force me?"

At this time, the sound of the army was gradually approaching.

The Xuanqing Palace Master stepped forward and said, "The situation is hopeless. I advise you to surrender!"

"Surrender? I will never surrender until my death! Kill!"

His energy and blood suddenly burst out, his skin seemed to be stained with blood, black smoke rose from his body, and hot air waves spread out.

"Not good! Retreat quickly! He's using a secret method to burn his energy and blood!"

The three of them immediately retreated far away.

However, Su Baotong did not choose to attack. Instead, he focused his eyes and ran towards the red pine.

"God Liu, I built a temple for you to enshrine your Dharma body, and I am also your believer!"

Then, his energy and blood were exhausted and he fell from mid-air.

His mouth was full of blood, but he still shouted excitedly, "God Liu, help me!!!"

"Liu Shen?"

Han Zhenjun sneered, "No one can save you now!"

After saying that, he revealed his golden body and stepped down.

Su Baotong watched the gradually approaching attack, his spirit completely gone, and he slowly closed his eyes.

“…I really can’t accept this!”

boom!

There was a loud bang.

"Is this death? It doesn't hurt as much as I imagined. In fact... I don't feel anything at all!"

"Ok?"

Su Baotong, who was ready to die, suddenly opened his eyes and found himself still in the same place.

Han Zhenjun, who was attacking him, fell heavily to the ground, flattening a bunch of bushes and splashing smoke, dust and yellow soil.

And above everyone, among the clouds, a three-meter-tall golden figure stood tall.

"You, you are...Liu, Willow God?!"

Su Baotong thought he was dreaming.

"Believer Su Baotong, you have built a temple for me and gained many followers. Your merits are immeasurable. Now that I know you are in trouble, I have come to rescue you!"

"This……"

Even he began to doubt whether he had a dream before he died.

It was not until the wound on his shoulder was moved, causing a slight pain, that he reacted and immediately knelt on the ground.

"Su Baotong thanks Lord Liu Shen for his help and is willing to worship him for generations!"

"good!"

Wan Zhuliu smiled and flicked his finger, his eyes sweeping towards Han Zhenjun lying on the ground.

"Han Zhenjun...you lost the bet with me!"

"No!"

Han Zhenjun suddenly rushed out, his whole body emitting a strong incense power, "If you hadn't intervened, I couldn't have lost, I couldn't have—"

Before he could finish his words, he was grabbed by a big hand and then hit hard.

Click, click, click...

"Ugh!!"

The screams stopped abruptly, a flash of lightning passed by, and Han Zhenjun, who had been roaming outside the Great Wall for a hundred years, disappeared into thin air.

It drifted away with a puff of green smoke.

Wan Zhuliu slowly withdrew his gaze, "I never said I wouldn't intervene. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself... for being blind!"

Then, he looked at the Lord of Xuanqing Palace and the Huaihua Pass Guard General Ying Wuqiu.

"You...stay too!"

"Palm Thunder, rise!"

Bang!

The violently intertwined and flashing thunder blasted out in the blink of an eye.

The two figures were smashed into ashes in mid-air.

But he did not stop there. Instead, he used the soul-calling technique to condense the Yin spirit of the Lord of Xuanqing Palace again.

"Will you surrender?"