This spell is called the Wan Gui Mi Hun Jue, a kind of killing spell that has been passed down in Taoism. In this long string, Zha Wenbin recited it in just an instant, and his speed was much faster than today's host selling cool tea.

  The mouth shape alternates with these characters spitting out, and at the same time brings this symbol flying past.

  Every Taoist spell, every recitation is accompanied by one's own heart and blood, equivalent to every ritual consuming a large amount of one's energy, especially this kind of extermination form.

  Since ancient times, it has been said: killing one thousand enemies results in losing three thousand of your own. The evil things and heretical sects that Daoist priests kill are all extremely yin and heavy with murderous energy, which will damage their own yang energy.

  Just now, he had already performed the spell once. After this bout was over, Zha Wenbin only felt a sweetness in his throat, and a sweet fishy smell accompanied his own taste buds to bloom from his mouth.

  The thrown artifact was like a stone that had entered an endless abyss, and for this kind of substantial entity, the lethality was not so remarkable. Except for the occasional foul smell emanating from it, more and more Di people kept emerging from the cracks.

  The number of grenades and bullets is limited, and it's impossible to supply them endlessly. Human physical strength is even more limited, and more importantly, the mental pressure is overwhelming. At first, everyone was still eager to fight, but now they are facing an endless army of Di people, and even Chaozi has started gritting his teeth to hold on. The speed of gunfire can't keep up, so he simply uses a dagger. On the chest of Heng Rou's face, which is at the forefront, there are already scars of blood, and the broken outer clothes look like they have just been through a blender.

  The battle was still going on, Zha Wenbin leaned against the small boat with his eyes closed, he was cultivating his energy. After swallowing a few mouthfuls of blood, his eyes suddenly opened wide, and a fierce light shot out, as if he had suddenly gained endless strength. Almost single-handedly supporting the inflatable boat, he leapt up and rushed to the bow, holding the Seven-Star Sword and slashing away.

  Zha Wenbin was a Taoist priest, not skilled in martial arts, but this time he made a move that left them all stunned. The Seven-Star Sword, which served as his ritual instrument, had become a human head harvester, and wherever the sword light passed, there must be blood and flesh flying everywhere. With the addition of this living Buddha, for a while, those Di people were also unable to get close, and the sound of wailing ghosts filled the entire lake surface.

  When people are at their weakest, they need a spiritual leader like this. They had already shown signs of defeat, but now they reignite the fight and start killing each other again.

  This is a battle between modern civilization and prehistoric civilization. Although they have an absolute advantage in equipment and tactics, facing the tide of Di people, death from failure is only a matter of time. He Yichao's words this time are enough to plunge this team into an irreparable abyss.

  When everyone was fighting hard to resist, only Old Wang was old and hiding behind, loading bullets, taking advantage of the gaps in the crowd to shoot occasionally. In the chaos, his eyes fell on Cha Wenbin, the former leader of a Taoist sect with an elegant demeanor, who had now become a killing god. Blood stained his long hair and soaked his clothes. The piercing collision sound between weapons and bones became the main melody of today, Cha Wenbin seemed to be Zhang Fei reincarnated, truly having the momentum of one man holding off ten thousand!

  Old Wang pushed up his rifle clip and sighed: "Forget it, let's just die!"

  His body has already spent the time of his second half life, rather than dying old, it's better to die with them here, at least leaving a man's honor, although no one will know they died here.

  Old Wang held a handgun and roared: "You rabbit bastards, your king is here!"

  Old Wang charged into the crowd, swinging his arms wildly and immediately knocked down two Di people. Seeing that even the weakest Old Wang had gone berserk, the others were even more terrifying. The dagger was stuck in the Di person's bones and couldn't be pulled out, so they snatched their opponent's weapon. When the bullets ran out, Heng Rou's face calmly greeted these thick-skinned Di people with his fists. If it weren't for the good quality of the Seven-Star Sword, it would have become a saw blade by now.

  The brave win on a narrow road! Although he had the courage to face death, reality was still cruel. When Cha Wenbin's sword suddenly split open the chest of a Di person, a mouthful of blood shot out like a spear towards the distance. His eyes were wide open like bronze bells, and his hands still maintained that posture.

  "Wen Bin! Wen Bin!" Old Wang, who was beside him, was the first to hold onto Cha Wen Bin, but he felt a weight in his hands. Cha Wen Bin fell heavily onto the inflatable boat, as rigid as a thick wooden board. Until this very last moment, this man still maintained his straight posture, just like his character in life: upright and honest!

  Chaozi saw that Wenbin Ge had fallen, and he didn't care about anything else. After cursing, he took out a piece of rubber from his bag and stuck it directly onto the two hand grenades. He pulled the pin and threw them into the crack.

  A loud "boom" shook the air, and the power of the military explosives was truly overwhelming. The blast even churned up a massive column of water from the lake's surface, sending the severed limbs of the Di people flying into the sky...

  Old Wang gently lifted Zhang Wenbin's head, using his blood-soaked hands to twist open the water bottle to give him a drink. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his hand as if something had pricked him. He looked at his finger and indeed found a small puncture wound. Old Wang sucked on his finger, carefully parted Zhang Wenbin's hair, and was shocked to discover a silver needle stuck in his Baihui acupoint!

  The attack of the Di people seems to have paused for a moment in this wave of explosions, but the roar from the crack is still continuing and getting louder, with signs of continuous reinforcements.

  Old Wang looked at the silver needle, his eyes turned red, and he also left two lines of tears: "You all come to see, look at Wen Bin, he is using up his last bit of strength!"

  This method of stimulating special acupoints with needles can concentrate and explode human potential in a short period, but the aftereffects are also quite obvious. To describe it with an idiom, it's killing the chicken to get the eggs!

  When Old Wang slowly pulled out the long silver needle with his trembling hands, Cha Wenbin's wide-open eyes finally closed. Before Old Wang could check his breath, the knife in the Rouran man's hand was already shining above their heads.

  "I'm done! I'll take a few down with me!" Old Wang shouted, his eyes brimming with tears, as he fired another shot, which hit the Tibetan man right in the chest and sent him crashing onto the boat.

  With one kick, the corpse was kicked into the lake, and another frenzied slaughter began. Gradually, countless bodies floated around the inflatable boat. Every roar of anger and curse would bring down a new corpse, but after each roar, the next sound was much smaller...

  Old Wang was the second to fall, his body covered in blood, he didn't know if it was exhaustion or severe injury, and he could no longer stand up, his mouth only had outgoing breath, without any incoming breath. Chaozi dragged him to Zha Wenbin's side, continuing to fight, he knew that these inexplicably appearing guys must be related to his own words, so even if he was going to die, he had to be the last one!

  When the horizontal meat face was about to punch a Tibetan man who was hugging his own legs, a shiny bronze hammer simultaneously smashed into his temple.

  "With a 'hum' sound, the meat-faced man only felt that there were large pieces of stars flashing in front of his eyes, and the skin boat under his feet had also become an unstable swing. The expressionless Di person was still in front of him, and he raised his fist again, but it was soft and weak."

  When one eye saw a piece of crimson, it was "Dong" again, and the Di person once again accurately hit the brain of the cross-meat face with the big hammer in his hand...

  The other eye was soon covered with red blood, and before the man could swing his third blow, "Boom" a loud noise, this steel man like a giant fortress finally fell down, heavily knocking down beside Lao Wang.

  "Ah!!!!!" Zhuo Xiong rushed towards the Di person like a madman, his fingers had been broken in the previous battle, and he was holding the three-edged military spear with a deformed palm, fiercely stabbing it into the opponent's throat. "Pfft", its neck was pierced through like an ice sugar gourd!

  "Ah", as Zhuo Xiong lowered his head to look at the long bronze spear stuck in his chest, he felt that the whole world had already given up on embracing him. With a face as pale as dead ashes, the torn and tattered remains of his shirt revealed the Dragon Totem's crimson color, which was eerily resplendent!

  Chaozi grasped the dagger, his body trembling non-stop. It wasn't fear that caused it, but cold! A chill to the bone! Facing the three layers of Di people's army inside and out, the five-man team was finally left with only him.

  Turning around to look at the four brothers lying behind him, He Yi Chao let out a long whistle towards the sky: "I'm coming to join you!" With infinite regret, he leaped high into the air and charged into the Di people on the surface of the lake with his dagger in hand.

  "Dong dong, dong dong..." Along with the pleasant sound of copper bells, an ancient melody echoed, and the three-thousand-year-old Ba-Shu folk song reappeared beside his ears. Before falling into darkness, Chaozi seemed to see a figure, a person in green robes standing on the lake...

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