Chapter 199: Battle on the Top Floor

The holy drum is in Yang Sheng’s hands… This is now an indisputable fact.

It’s just that the holy soul of Baima was used by Yang Sheng and the others. What method did they use? Seeing those lamas, I knew that I couldn’t guess the answer… Since they dared to turn Baima, a living being, into a so-called holy instrument, they must have a way to use the drum.

That day, the lama named Manrenba took the holy drum as a trade with Helushan… On that day, we all thought that Manrenba would take the holy drum for himself, but we never thought that he would appear here, and even in Yang Sheng’s hands. What happened behind this… I don’t think it’s something we can investigate.

Yang Sheng struck the sacred drum with each blow… the sound of the woman’s chanting became clearer and clearer… and with the clear sound, a faint shadow appeared above the altar.

She was so blurry… But Lushan was trembling all over, and I knew who it was too… Because during the battle at the Lake of a Thousand Demons, Lushan had summoned this figure before. The answer was simple: it was the soul of Baima, sealed in the drum.

But when the soul appeared that day, apart from a feeling of holiness, there was no sense of a complete soul.

To be precise… it was like a living person without his own thoughts.

The soul should be complete… but the soul’s will… this should have been sealed by the lamas using special methods. Otherwise, according to the kind nature of Baima… how could he willingly be sealed by a group of evil people like this?

It’s no wonder that Lu Shan said that he wanted to reincarnate Baima.

At this time… Yang Sheng’s death squad only had a few left… various magical techniques were still interlaced, and our side’s advantage still existed.

Wu Tian stood in front of the altar in a cold manner… He glanced at the situation in front of him and suddenly said, “It’s ridiculous to think that we can’t take advantage of the situation just because we have no one here!”

This is a simple sentence, and this has always been Wu Tian’s style of speaking… To understand it is that while their masters are busy with the altar, we cannot take advantage of it… Therefore, we are ridiculous, and we are doomed to lose this battle.

He has always been like this, with an icy and disdainful attitude towards everyone in the world, as if saying one more word is an insult.

When he spoke, ten unusually tall people suddenly appeared from behind the altar… They were not wearing masks, and they were wearing black, powerful clothes with a ferocious, clawing dragon embroidered on them… They appeared silently.

Wu Tian even sighed, saying, “It’s not easy to cultivate elites. Go.”

Faced with such a Wu Tian, I really wanted to curse him… Would it be fatal to make things clear? I had reflected on it for a long time before I realized what he meant… These ten black-clad men were the true elites cultivated by the transformation liquid, and it was a pity to use them on the battlefield… and then let them act.

As soon as he finished speaking, the ten people rushed towards the battlefield like ten arrows shot from a bow. They were incredibly fast, and in the blink of an eye, they rushed to the front of a monk who looked ordinary but was actually a fierce warrior who had always been very brave.

The monk had no enemies in front of him… and was rushing towards Yang Sheng. When the black-clad man approached, he realized what was going on and stopped abruptly…

As the distance closed, I could see the face of the black-clad man clearly. It was a completely dry and black face… not the kind of black that black people have, but a kind of gray-black… to put it simply, it was the face of a zombie!

Such a face is terrifying… and the expression is also as stiff as a zombie’s, with an expressionless face that looks particularly cold… but there is no madness of the kind that comes with the end of one’s life… there is only a condescending, indifferent look at the brave warrior before him.

I thought of Wu Tian’s words: “It’s not easy.” Could it be that these elites are the real products of human life? Are they going to conquer the existence of Kunlun with Yang Sheng?

Before I could think much more, I saw the monk facing the suddenly stopped monk. The black-robed man raised his fist coldly and simply… The monk was probably angered by his indifferent attitude and shouted… The guardian shadow behind him… was a monk… I don’t know what kind of monk it was, but it was full of power!

At the sound of this cry, the shadow of the monk became clearer, and the monk raised his fist and rushed towards the man in black.

A dull sound of ‘bang’ occurred at the moment when the two fists collided… or the power of the collision was too great… so I standing here could also hear it clearly… time seemed to be silent for a second, and then the monk let out a low growl of suppressed and painful…

But as soon as he opened his mouth, a jet of blood spurted out, splashing onto the snow and onto the black-clad man’s face. The monk’s arms hung limp, and then his body uncontrollably retreated backwards like a madman, leaving a long trail in the snow.

It seems that it took some effort for the two of them to stabilize their bodies.

As for the man in black, he nervously wiped the blood on his face with his fingers and put them in his mouth. Then a look of intoxication and nostalgia appeared on his face. The next second, he suddenly clenched his fists and rushed towards the monk and the warrior who was supporting him!

Oh no… My heart sank, knowing that they were in danger… I had just witnessed the power of these elite warriors!

These warriors have fought until now… only thirty or so are left… and they have paid a huge price… to kill all of Yang Sheng’s death squads… they really can’t die again!

Faced with such an amazing power, a game of two or three seconds has regained the power of the battle… The warriors temporarily stopped their steps and just watched… But when the man in black started sprinting again, they rushed up without hesitation.

I heard Master Hui’s voice shouting, “It’s time!”

What is it time for? Is there still a trump card? I didn’t have time to react… and suddenly I heard the voice of the monk who was communicating with the sad tears of the Vajra, suddenly increasing in volume… especially the monk who was responsible for communication, whose voice suddenly became high-pitched… but while chanting the sutra, he began to spit blood in large mouthfuls…

The descendants of the witch family were the same. They were bleeding profusely from all seven orifices, and their faces were even paler.

It turned out that the statue of the Weeping Buddha was already full of cracks… Now in this situation… the cracks, which were not very big at first, began to travel rapidly on the body of the Weeping Buddha, expanding… Looking at it, it was as if the statue of the Weeping Buddha was about to collapse at any moment…

But before I could pay attention to this, Wu Tian’s voice came rolling over: “The Array of Divine Punishment? You won’t succeed.”

As he spoke, I saw Wu Tian make a strange hand gesture with his hands… Before we could react… he suddenly stomped his feet, and that was Wu Tian’s real move!

What kind of magic will this be?

It seemed as if the world was silent for another second… During that second, I saw the old master take out four golden seals from his body… and then throw them in the direction of the great formation, shouting, “Go!”

Then… these four seals, as if they had eyes, floated quickly towards the four corners of the heavenly punishment formation…

These four symbols looked like they were many levels higher than the ordinary symbols held by the people entering the formation…

The old master sat down suddenly, clenched his hands, and shouted, “Solidify the formation!”

At this time, Jenny started to quickly perform hand gestures… and streams of spiritual power gushed out.

At the same time, not far from Wu Tian’s feet, the ground suddenly rose up, and then a huge force came from the place where the ground rose up, rushing towards him at great speed.

The direction of the force was like something hidden under the earth… following the force’s constant rise, it was amazing!