Chapter 461 Self-destruction, self-destruction, or fucking self-destruction
The earth began to roll, and countless bone arms tore through the soil, revealing broken bodies, and silent roars heralded their arrival.

Dust flew, and corpses crawled out of the ground. Under the influence of the undead sky and the spiritual energy of death, their excess flesh and blood shed and they were reduced to white bones. With a slight bang, a faint blue soul fire lit up in their skulls.

Densely packed skeletons twisted their bodies and began to wander under the cover of the undead sky. The sky covered a small half of Xuanfu City and a large area outside the city. The people and soldiers in the city screamed and slowly retreated.

A dividing line divides the entire Xuanfu City. Inside the line are dark blue soul fire skeletons and pale green phosphorous flames. Outside the line are the trembling residents of Xuanfu City. The two sides are facing each other from afar, clearly separated.

The boundary between life and death has never been so clear. These bones may have been high-ranking officials or unknown people in their lifetime, or even travelers who died of illness here hundreds of years ago, but now, they have all awakened.

Outside the city, the unrestrained skeletons, with resentment towards the living and a desire for flesh and blood, ran towards the Jurchen soldiers as soon as they crawled out.

At first, the barbarians were a little frightened when they saw the dead resurrected, but once the two sides fought, the fragile bones that had been dormant for a hundred years could not withstand the swords tempered by fire. With just one swing of the sword, the skeleton soldiers were chopped off at the waist.

Duolu was startled by the strange vision, but now he was relieved and said mockingly, "I thought it was some mysterious magical power, but it turns out to be just some method of summoning souls and resurrecting corpses. It just looks grand. Is this your trump card?"

He waved his hand, the black flag swayed, and the wizard soldiers rushed forward in unison, charging forward and backward, traveling unhindered in the sea of ​​skeletons. After several trips back and forth, they left behind countless bones and fragments.

"How can my elite witch soldiers stop such weak bones? My witch soldiers are tireless. Even if there are tens of thousands or millions of them, they can still crush you. You are a little too arrogant, Central Plains people."

Li Shu looked at the skeleton. He just woke it up from underground, but thousands of years of silence had weathered and weakened the skeletons. Just when it crawled out of the ground, most of its bones were broken, and there were countless cracks on its body, and its limbs were incomplete.

Not only human bones were awakened, but also bones of pigs, dogs, birds, and beasts. They were even more miserable, especially the flying birds. Without flesh and blood, their bone wings became a burden and they could not take off. The hollow and light bones were even more fragile. They could only crawl on the ground, using the tips of their bone wings to support themselves to crawl. It was very miserable to look at them. Not to mention fighting the enemy, it was extremely difficult to ensure the integrity of their own skeleton and not fall apart.

In the back, another three foreign monks had already taken action. Two of them were great shamans, and the remaining one was dressed in Taoist robes. He had a mixed aura and Taoist skills as his foundation. One could see some traces of witchcraft and victory tactics, as well as the foundation of Buddhist techniques of refining thoughts. He was definitely a member of a unconventional sect.

Most of the side sects do not seek to ascend to heaven, and have no hope of becoming immortals. To put it nicely, refining spells and controlling talismans are to draw on the strengths of various schools, but in fact they just practice whatever they have, without caring whether it will harm the harmony of nature or not. They only seek to have great killing power and the upper hand in battles. They practice whatever magical powers are available from Buddhism, Taoism, magic, and witchcraft, so their methods are broad but not refined, and their techniques are ever-changing.

Now, when they fought with the Red Flame Taoist Soldiers, the difference in their Taoist skills was revealed. Although the Taoist soldiers were possessed by nerve worms and had their own magical powers, they had been practicing for a short time, only a little over a month. Such a short time was enough for the nerve worms to lay a foundation for their hosts. They were far inferior to the three side sects who had been practicing and studying fighting techniques wholeheartedly for who knows how many years.

One of the shamans released a green miasma which spread into the Taoist soldiers' formation. After a while, someone's face turned grey and green, and he was wrapped in green silk. He felt dizzy and fell to the ground after walking a few steps.

"I have dug up countless corpses to prepare this voodoo. It is a pity to use it on you. Those who have been poisoned by me, don't struggle. My poison is powerful. Even a piece of fine iron and steel will be corroded into a pool of molten iron in a moment." He laughed wantonly, watching the Taoist soldiers disappear in an instant. Next to him was another shaman, who was using the wind bag in his hand to make the voodoo spread over half of the battlefield.

This was indiscriminate killing. Even the barbarians in the field were turned into pus and blood under the spread of the poison. The stench was unbearable. Others who passed by fainted on the ground, but the shaman did not care at all. Instead, he collected the souls with his other hand.

Xiao Long, a Taoist-looking cultivator from a side sect, coughed twice. He should be suffering from an old injury. He did not look like a barbarian from the grassland, but rather a person from the Middle-earth.

"Fellow Daoist, stop struggling. I can see that you all have some magical powers. You must have been trained by magic power. It's easy for you to deal with mortal elite soldiers, but if you face a real cultivator, you'll be like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth."

He looked at the two people in front of him and felt a little strange. Although these people were cultivators, they did not have much cultivation. However, they could use some strange methods to burst out several times of their combat power.

One of the two men opposite was a Taoist soldier who used the three farmer's punches, named Lu Ji, and the other was Liu Fengjie, who had evil thoughts in his heart and became a Taoist by killing. Upon hearing this, he did not answer, but sneered with his neck stiffened.

Xiao Long didn't care. All his cultivation was in this body. He had tried all kinds of weird and unconventional body-refining skills. He had great strength and could move like the wind. However, due to the complexity and conflicts among the body-refining methods, he had countless hidden injuries. He also had enemies in the Middle-earth, so he traveled around and joined the Jurchens.

A gust of evil wind swept past, and Xiao Long captured a soldier and looked him up and down: "I have never seen your body-refining method before. Who is your master? Is it famous?"

The soldier struggled for a while and snorted coldly: "Have you heard of Ripple Qigong?"

Xiao Long took a closer look and shook his head. "I see that your breath is long and the rhythm of your exhalation is different. It should be a breathing method." He simulated the breathing of a Taoist soldier on the spot, only to feel that he was out of breath. "It seems that there should be a matching method. If you don't know the method, it will be difficult to succeed. Calculate it and give it to me. I can spare your life. Otherwise, I can open your stomach and see some of your true intentions."

The soldier sneered a few times: "Rip open the belly? No need, I'll do it myself!" After that, he took a deep breath, and a large amount of air was sucked in, forming a brief vacuum. The huge amount of air was sent into the internal organs, pushing the blood, pumping like a heart. At the same time, exploding energy ripples surged out of his body.

Xiao Long hurriedly threw the Taoist soldier in his hand, and in the next second, the Taoist soldier's body swelled up, blood mist gushed out, and huge heat dissipated in the form of ripples. He also turned into a huge roar and exploded. His body was directly vaporized and no bones were left.

"You really are not afraid of death, I don't believe it, you are all strong men, born not afraid of death!"

Xiao Long was both angry and annoyed. He turned into a swift wind, wandering around the battlefield and starting the slaughter again.

(End of this chapter)