Dafeng’s Night Squad-Chapter 1927

Chapter 1927: Desperate situation (1) Chapter 1927: Desperate situation (1) Zhao Shou, with the soul of the Confucian Saint, crashed into the thick black clouds with an unstoppable and unavoidable momentum.

He and the Confucian saint’s heroic soul were instantly swallowed by the black cloud.

The black cloud, which had almost replaced half of the sky, quickly shrank and gathered toward the center, as if it was going to envelop and refine the Confucian saint’s heroic soul.

However, in the next moment, a clear light burst out of the thick black clouds, and then thousands of light beams broke through the black clouds.

The clear air and the black clouds mixed and entangled, as if a chemical reaction had occurred, and continuous explosions occurred in the high sky.

The sound of explosions was one after another, shaking the people on the ground.

They covered their heads and shivered.

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They had completely lost their minds and only endless fear remained.

In the face of natural disasters, human fear would devour reason and cause them to lose their ability to think.

However, crawling and trembling did not change their fate.

Most of them died from the shock waves of the explosion.

Every ” Thunder ” would set off a terrible storm, sweeping people and things on the surface into the sky.

This also included the undead army.

Amidst the chain of explosions, the dark clouds thinned at a visible rate.

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“Roar!”

A huge, blurry face appeared in the black cloud, and it let out a deafening roar of anger.

The undead army on the ground quickly withered.

A blood light entered the clouds.

The originally thin black clouds became thick and dark again.

“You can’t use the blood spirit technique here!”

A deep voice came from the clouds.

The next moment, the blood Qi dispersed and the undead army stood still.

“The dead should be buried.”

The deep voice came again.

An unbelievable scene happened.

The barren ground cracked and the black Army of undead fell into the crack.

Then the crack closed.

One moment it was still a thousand troops, the next moment it was empty, leaving only the devastated Earth.

At this moment, the tide of zombies that had been swallowed by the crack was completely cut off from the witch God.

Seeing this, the Sorcerer God immediately summoned nine vague shadows.

They were nine first-grade martial artists, each of whom was at the peak of martial arts.

They had the power to move mountains and fill seas, and were once invincible in the human world.

Even though their true combat strength couldn’t be the same as when they were alive, only retaining their physical strength and aura.

However, the Confucian Saint was not the Confucian Saint when he was alive.

With the Sorcerer God in front of him and nine first-grade cultivators assisting him, he could use them appropriately when facing other Supreme-grade cultivators.

These were the nine great fighting forces that could change the situation of the battle.

However, he was up against the Confucian Saint.

The moment the nine first-rank martial artists were formed, nine other figures also appeared in the sky.

One of them was sitting cross-legged on a nine-petal Lotus platform with a miniature sun condensed behind his head.

He was a Buddhist Bodhisattva from thousands of years ago.

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One of them was wearing a dragon robe and a crown, carrying a halberd on his back and a bronze sword carved with complicated patterns in his hand.

He was an Emperor of the great Zhou Dynasty in the past.

One of them was bare-chested and burly, with a thick snake tail on his lower body.

He had no weapons in his hands and his eyes were as red as snow.

The other was a beast that looked like a lion with six heads and tiny snakes as its mane.

Of the remaining six, three of them were scholars wearing scholarly robes and scholarly crowns.

One of them was the founder of the Yun Lu Academy, a first grade quasi-Saint.

Three of them were dressed in Daoist robes.

One had a rainbow-like sword Qi, one had the power of virtue, and one was illusory as if he was in another world.

The Confucian Saint had also summoned the powerful figures of the past who had a karmic relationship with him, and his system was more complex and his means more comprehensive.

As for the summoning technique, it was a waste of the witch God’s talent.

The Confucians of the sixth stage were able to quickly learn other people’s magical techniques and skills, and record them down.

After all, learning ability was one of the most important things for scholars.

At the level of a Confucian Saint, one only needed to look at it to be able to replicate the enemy’s spell with 100% certainty.

The 18 heroic souls of the past powerhouses fought together, relying on the cooperation of multiple systems.

The Buddhist sect provided support, the Confucian sect provided control, the earth sect reduced their luck, the Barbarian monsters and martial artists took the lead to tank the damage, and the human sect and the heavenly sect dealt damage.

The nine heroic souls summoned by the Sorcerer God were quickly killed.

“I’ll use the Killing Curse here!”

“You can’t enter dreams in this place!”

“You can’t summon the power of heaven and earth here!”

“……..”

Every time he recited, a part of the Sorcerer God’s spell was taken away, and the Confucian saint’s figure became illusory.

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By the time the Confucian Saint stopped chanting, the witch God had lost all his extraordinary powers.

He had the Supreme rank, but he had no corresponding power and spells.

Then, the Confucian Saint held the carving knife.

His almost illusory figure stepped out and stabbed the ancient and simple carving knife.

Immediately, wind and thunder roared, and the world changed color.

The glaring clear light expanded like a small sun.

The black clouds were annihilated layer by layer, and the huge, blurry face condensed again, letting out an angry roar, ”

“The Confucian Saint!”

The next moment, it was annihilated along with the black cloud.

The sun was shining brightly, the sky was blue, there was no wind, and there were clouds.

It was a peaceful and serene scene.

It was as if nothing had happened.

The lucky survivors looked around in confusion.

After confirming their safety, they immediately burst out in earth-shaking cheers.

Chu Yuanyang stood still, tears blurring her eyes.

Huaiqing glanced at him.

This Emperor of the human world was as cold as ice and deeply mournful.

He took a deep breath and said,

“The witch God isn’t dead, but his primordial spirit was scattered by the Confucian Saint.

He’ll definitely come back in three to five days.

Brother Chu, quickly make a trip to Quanrong mountain and have martial union work with the Jian province government to gather the people, abandon their valuables, and retreat to the capital as soon as possible.”