It has been more than a few months since Ji Yuan last transformed into Zhang Xianzhong and entered the Gu-raising world that surrendered to the Brass Throne of the Blood God.

Previously, he used his humble body as an armored man to beat Shangguan Tu Renhong to death in the street, and replaced him as the new centurion of the Great Western Army.

Then he personally led the troops to conquer and killed the Golden Wolf King Tuque of the Tiannan Army, and gained an extremely rich wave of good deeds and virtues.

After that, I didn't pay attention to it anymore. At most, I would occasionally transfer Qi and blood, and when I was meditating and practicing, I would remember to branch out a divine will and let the Nine-Aperture Stone Man move on its own.

It won't be like a puppet that becomes stiff as it goes offline.

This can be regarded as a unique kind of AFK. It’s time to log in.

Nothing happened tonight, Ji Yuan felt an impulse that was hard to calm down, so he simply went to explore the Emperor Ji's army in the depths of the void. Blah, blah, blah!

The blood was so thick that it couldn't be melted away, like a huge waterfall hanging down, washing away that spiritual thought wantonly.

After receiving the confirmation from somewhere, that side of heaven and earth opened its door.

He absorbed Ji Yuan and threw him into the camp of the centurion of the Great Western Army.

Whoops, the flames in the copper basin suddenly rose to a height of more than several feet.

hiss!

Ji Yuan opened his eyelids, and before he could clearly see the surrounding situation, a clear and sharp pain surged into his heart.

He gasped, as if he had been cut by a knife, and a biting coldness spread across his body.

I'm injured? How?

Ji Yuan lowered his head and saw that his upper body was completely red, showing strong and strong lines, as if made of fine iron.

But at this time, a white cloth was tightly wrapped around the chest and back. Perhaps because of the slight exertion just now, a bright red color was oozing out.

The muscles and bones of his right arm were severely bruised and almost burst. His chest was slashed with a sharp knife, which penetrated more than half an inch into the flesh.

The spine supported by the dragon behind his back was almost broken by a hard kick. This kick was a sneak attack and it was very strong...

Ji Yuan casually pulled off the burlap white cloth on which the ointment was applied and said calmly.

This body named Zhang Xianzhong was transformed into a nine-aperture stone man, and his energy was completely different from his own.

No matter how serious the injury was, it would not be able to implicate the deity who was far away in Daming Mansion.

Now even if Zhang Xianzhong is gone, he can still get another Li Zichen, and it won't be a big deal.

A person in the Daxi Army was actually besieged by several masters at the same time?

Could it be that Zhang Xianzhong's excessive arrogance attracted suppression from other centurions?

Ji Yuan lowered his eyes, and the Huangtian Dao diagram shook like waves, outlining this body in a real and concrete way.

【Zhang Xianzhong】

[Living on the last breath, half-dead, suffering from fatigue and seven injuries, reversed internal organs, and about to be paralyzed] Five gray fates? Even worse than when I first arrived at Tai'anfang in Jingchao!

Ji Yuan laughed, this body had no definite destiny, it all fluctuated with the state of the body.

He shook his head, waved his hand, threw it into Dao Yun, and used the transformation power of Huangtian Dao Map to erase them all.

It is almost difficult to recover. It takes three to five years to recover from a serious injury, and it can be fully recovered in an instant!

In just one breath, the hideous cracks on his chest, waist and abdomen quickly scabbed over.

Following a slight itching sensation, the wound peeled off quickly and disappeared...

After finishing the processing, Ji Yuan put on his robe, his majestic face was illuminated by the firelight, and he had a heavy aura of calm and self-respect. He was thinking about what excuse he should find to find those who besieged him.

Harvest a wave of good deeds and virtues. Tap tap tap!

Rushing footsteps sounded at the right time, and an armored soldier suddenly broke into the camp, with an anxious look on his face.

Centurion··.

He knelt down on one knee, and before he had time to report, he saw a combat boot that was like a mountain collapsing, making a terrible sound of wind, tearing open the thick tent door, and kicked it down hard!

Bang!

The armored soldier jumped forward, his eyes popped out, and his muscles and bones exploded suddenly as if they were falling apart!

In an instant, his flesh and blood turned into mince, and he lost his human shape!

Zhang Xianzhong, you still have a few confidants who will risk their lives to inform you.

Immediately afterwards, the combat boots stepped into the camp, and the person who came was a black-faced man over nine feet tall, with a fierce look.

He looked at the majestic figure sitting on the couch with the cold eyes that looked at the dead, and sneered:

It's a pity that he has been trampled to death by this centurion. What can you do?

Zhang Xianzhong, you just climbed up from Armored Man, do you think you are invincible in defeating the entire Daxi Army?

How can a trash like Tu Renhong be compared with me! Without you, sooner or later I would have found an opportunity to tear off his limbs and bury him in a mass grave!

Ji Yuan's face was calm, he gently wiped away the blood splashed on his face, and thought to himself:

It is truly a world of consumables used to raise Gu and train soldiers under the Blood God’s Brass Throne.

Even the struggle for power in the army was so straightforward. This would have been the case with the Nine Border Guards of the Jing Dynasty, where they fought and fought without the permission of the general, and fellow soldiers killed each other privately.

Regardless of the reason, all were stripped of their armor and their civilian clothes were tortured. The lightest punishment could be as little as eating a 500-bone staff and being kicked out of the camp.

In severe cases, he will be beheaded and hung in public for three days!

But in the Daxi Army under Emperor Ji's Yin Ruji, such ruthless actions of stumbling and killing each other are commonplace.

No wonder someone in armor said before that the biggest rule here is that the strong are respected and there are no taboos!

Ji Yuan sighed lightly. He usually abides by the law too much. Every time he comes to the Daxi Army, he has to adapt for a while.

After all, from the Qianhu of Fusi in Beizhen to the centurion of Daxi Army, the difference in status is quite big.

He glanced at his own soldiers who were trampled to death, then looked up at the menacing black-faced man, and asked calmly: "You broke into my camp in the middle of the night and regarded military law as nothing? Are you not afraid of punishment from the Emperor Ji?"

The black-faced man was stunned for a moment, almost wondering if he heard it wrong, and then he let out a thunderous laugh:

Zhang Xianzhong, are you afraid that your brain has been damaged by Yu Wenhuai and the others?

Return to military law?

What I say is military law to you!

You are a lowly armored slave, who do you think you are? How can you be in the eyes of Emperor Qi Ji!

The black-faced man sneered and took a step forward, his burly body like an iron tower stretched across the tent.

With a bang, a ferocious killing momentum filled the four directions like a strong wind, blowing so hard that the charcoal fire in the copper basin was extinguished!

The extremely viscous crimson blood looks like giant pythons wrapping around its limbs, making it even more powerful!…

Heart Sutra of Heavenly Desire, Demonic Dragon Fighting Body!

Yu Wenhuai... Very good, I finally know the name of an enemy.

Then who are you?

Ji Yuan was still wearing his outer robe, sitting on the couch with his big horse and golden sword, his tone was calm, not at all like someone from the Daxi Army.

Stop pretending to be crazy and stupid here!

Zhang Xianzhong, even if you kneel down tonight and call me grandpa, it will be useless!

I want to beg for mercy now, but it’s too late!

The black-faced man's beard and hair exploded from the roots, like a furious bear standing upright, with his fingers spread out and his big hand slapping down!

The bloody python that chooses and devours people, is stimulated by its blood, and instantly turns into a sinister, several-foot-long demonic dragon.

Stand up and look down! Wow, wow!

The rolling torrent is raging, as if it has broken through the embankment, breaking through the muscles, bones and skin!

In just half a snap of his fingers, the flesh and blood all over the black-faced man's body contracted and expanded dozens of times.

The dark and powerful Qi and blood dyed the thick and powerful five fingers bright red!

This is the Red Sand Blood Palm passed down by half of the Wudao Book in the Daxi Army!

The strength is extremely yin and extremely poisonous. It harms people's Qi and blood vessels and rots flesh and blood, making it extremely difficult to prevent.

You must use the "Heart Sutra of Heavenly Desires" to harmonize the internal organs before you can make it.

Ji Yuan's eyes moved slightly, and with the help of the Nine-Aperture Stone Man's astonishing understanding, he immediately saw the black-faced man's martial arts skills.

His heart is like a clear mirror, and he can see clearly that although this person speaks arrogantly and behaves arrogantly.

But he didn't really let down his guard and underestimated Zhang Xianzhong, who was seriously injured. As soon as he took action, he showed 120% of his tyrannical strength!

A certain family just... doesn't want to kill unknown people.

Ji Yuan's tone was unhurried and his voice was condensed into a thin line, not being swallowed up by the bloody torrent that came towards him.

On the contrary, it is like Hong Zhong Da Lu, who has the power to penetrate gold and crack stones!

The whole big tent seemed to be thundering, dragons and snakes were dancing wildly, and the sharp air currents cutting fine iron whined like ghosts and gods crying!
To be continued...