Chapter 462 Art is Pai Daxing

"Ah~ a bunch of lunatics!"

Xiao Long was panting. Even with his temperament, he had to admit that he had met a group of real lunatics. The Taoist soldiers he met were all the same. They tried to resist at first, but when the resistance failed, they used some life-and-death magic to self-destruct, and they wanted to drag someone down with them before they died. He was affected several times, and the damage caused was minimal, but it triggered his own hidden injuries, and he couldn't help but stop.

Meanwhile, on the battlefield, the sounds of fighting gradually died down, and large pits were everywhere caused by the self-explosions of the Taoist soldiers. The self-explosions could not hurt the three independent cultivators, but it was a disaster for the low-level shamans of the barbarians. Now the barbarians did not resist, and the shamans did not attack either. They hid everywhere, trying to find a safe place to stay so that they could escape the aftermath of the battle and survive.

In the distance, Zhang Wuji frowned. It didn't matter how tragic the casualties of the Taoist soldiers were. As long as he didn't die, the Taoist soldiers would wake up after sleeping for a period of time. The only losses were the foundation laid by the neural worms for the host body and the resources spent on the transformation.

This battle is not about winning or losing, but about collecting combat data with practitioners, so as to integrate targeted means according to different practitioners. After all, it takes several months of effort to deal with practitioners who have been practicing for who knows how many years. It is difficult to make up the gap without taking an unconventional approach.

Only by experiencing the magical powers personally can the neural worms have relatively effective countermeasures. Whether it is the specific evolution of the host's magical defense, or the research and development of mana tolerance and weakened body, this process is indispensable. And every time they are resurrected, the Red Flame Taoist soldiers will become more powerful. Everything they do, including the host transformation, is to seek an anti-monk path that adapts to this world and has the characteristics of Middle-earth.

Zhang Wuji looked at the battlefield. Although he had emphasized before that no abnormal or inhuman appearances should be exposed, once a crazy psychopath got angry, he would not care too much.

Li Shu was transformed into the Lord of the Undead on the spot. From the perspective of the cultivators in the Central Plains, he was just a corpse-driving Taoist priest. However, if one looked deeper, one would surely be able to discover the clues.

Fortunately, this ban is not enforced strictly, and Zhang Wuji had anticipated this. Looking at the Taoist soldiers using various methods on the battlefield, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Those methods could be said to be evil, treacherous, and biased, but they had nothing to do with the righteous path. Instead, they seemed like those of some evil cultivators from some unknown sect.

He pondered for a moment, and saw that the battlefield had fallen into decline, with the Taoist soldiers being slaughtered one by one. Although he didn't care about winning or losing, it didn't mean he didn't want to win. As soon as he showed up, he was beaten up severely. He would wake up in anger when he thought about it in the middle of the night.

After some operations, Zhang Wuji secretly erased a ban and sent it out through the mental network of the neural worms. The battlefield became silent as if a pause sign had been pressed.

"Eh, it's cancelled?"

"No prohibitions, no taboos?"

"So you don't have to worry about the changes to your body and you can just go ahead and do it?"

"It should have been done long ago. I can't even use 30% of my strength."

"It's so unfortunate that my brothers died early. I'm going to laugh at them!"

"It's time for the master to perform!"

"Great!"

"Hey hey hey!"

"Hahaha!"

Several side doors instantly discovered that those strange Taoist soldiers began to mutter to themselves at the same time, and then laughed crazily. Bursts of strange laughter rose and fell on the battlefield.

"What the hell, are you crazy?"

Xiao Long watched coldly and couldn't help but say it, and the next second, a figure pounced on him.

"Boy, you feel great about killing, don't you? Die for me!" The short and fat Taoist soldier strode over. Xiao Long grabbed him and held him in his hand: "What are you crazy about? Are you going to kill me with your mediocre skills?"

The short and fat Taoist soldier was lifted into the air, fluttered a few times, and grinned: "Remember, your grandfather's code name is Fatty!"

Then the fat on his body shook, and Xiao Long saw clearly that the reason why this short and fat Taoist soldier looked fat was because his body was covered with a thick layer of clay and countless strange yellow talismans. The talismans were not standardized, and only had the word "explosion" written in the center.

As soon as the words fell, a glimmer of light bloomed from the short and fat Taoist soldier: "Art is Patrick!"

A loud bang spread along with endless light and heat. A beam of light suddenly and violently pierced through the sky and earth, exploding like a tornado. Some of the barbarians nearby felt buzzing in their ears and bled, and were then knocked unconscious by the gust of air.

Xiao Long withdrew the protective spiritual light, his face was charred black, and his Taoist robe was burned with several holes. He looked a little embarrassed. Before he could catch his breath, he saw a transparent glass cylinder with golden liquid inside at the place where the short and fat Taoist soldier exploded.

"Praise the sun!"

A faint voice was heard, followed by an even more violent explosion. This time, Xiao Long looked even more embarrassed. Even his Taoist robe was mostly damaged. His spiritual light was no longer visible, and his protective magic weapon had lost its power.

At this moment, another figure rushed over: "Boy, remember, your grandpa's code name is Little Boy!" Then there was a loud explosion!

The fat man and the little boy were the best in the self-destruction school among the Taoist soldiers. They also wanted to find a fellow Taoist and call her Miss Qiu. Unfortunately, there were not many self-destruction schools among the Taoist soldiers, and even fewer female ones, so they had to give up.

Xiao Long was knocked down by the air wave, his body rolled several times and he vomited blood. Before he could catch his breath, he saw a person walking in front of him.

He was a skinny Taoist soldier, who looked like he would be blown down by a gust of wind. He coughed a few times before speaking, looking like a dying tuberculosis ghost: "My fellow Taoist, your opponent is me."

"Oh, do you want your weird self-destruct method again? The power is OK, but the accuracy is a bit poor!"

Xiao Long stood up. The injury from the explosion was not a big deal, as it was just that the several shocks caused him to suffer hidden injuries. Although he was not forgiving in words, he had already planned to escape in his heart. After all, he was working for the Jurchens and he couldn't really risk his life for it.

"My name is Harry, I am a magician, and I have come to learn from you, my fellow Taoist!"

Harry coughed a few more times and staggered, the breeze blowing through him, revealing the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.

"A magician? A cultivator of the magic path? The look of his body must have damaged his foundation due to his intense practice of magic techniques?"

Xiao Long's eyes rolled around. The methods used by the evil sect practitioners were even more brutal than those of the Xuanmen ones. Moreover, they had no taboos and were evil in nature. He was ready to seize the opportunity to escape.

But before he could make any move, he heard the man on the other side take out a small black wooden stick and yell, "I solemnly promise to fight a fair and just black magic duel with the man before me!"

"Duel space, unfold!"

A golden light flashed, wrapping him and Xiao Long, forming a square space.

"This space will only open when one party dies," Harry said with a smile, then turned ferocious, "Now, you can't escape!"

(End of this chapter)