"Thousand-faced...you are the true body of Thousand-faced..."

The army's collapse was silence in his ears, but Yan Jiat had no time to take care of it, staring at the figure wrapped in the dark exoskeleton, especially the red light in the center of the face armor.

"Haha...what the hell am I talking about, the world tree, the demonic weapon... are all sent by you, yes, you are the Thousand Faces..."

Two huge foxes, one gray and one black, walked slowly over Turing. The intense palpitations echoed in Yan Jiat's heart, which made him unable to help but take a step back:

"Why... why did you suddenly come back at this time? Just one step... I'm only one last step..."

"So you mean, don't want to explain?"

The phantom limb gently pushed Kahn, who was injured beside him, to the rear. Turing walked forward with the steps of the two foxes, and passed through the broken corpses on the ground.

At this moment, under the double-sided attack of a huge group of beasts, the entire army of the Root Sect was instantly defeated. A large number of demonic weapons threw off the bloody food in their mouths and surrounded Yan Jiat, leaving only a circular hollow area, allowing Turing and two foxes to stand opposite him.

"Explanation...thing has developed to this point. Can I shake hands and make peace after I explain?"

"Of course not."

Turing twisted his wrist, and the red dot in the center of the face armor stared at Yan Jiatt.

"But you can get a less miserable way to die."

"Hehe..." Yan Jiat lowered his head and smiled bitterly.

He knew very well that once Thousand Faces appeared, the root sect would inevitably be defeated.

The reason why he was able to defeat the swimming fish and worms step by step was that he could only retreat to the Mengtuo Highlands was because the number of Bangka people was large and religious methods under the background of war could be rapidly expanded.

The other is that most of the combat power of the World Tree is composed of demonic weapons.

The departure of Thousand Faces prevented the demonic weapons from becoming combat units. The demonic weapons that absolutely comply with the active halo even minimized the possibility of riots. This is an important reason why the Root Sect can develop to its current scale in just one month.

Of course, there is another reason...

When the entire demon armed army is driven by the Thousand Faces of Return, the army of the Root Sect cannot support the frontal impact of the demon armed army, and will undoubtedly be defeated.

"It's just this time...I'm just a little bit..."

Yan Jiate let out a long breath, and the high-temperature steam floated behind him. He raised his head and looked at Turing from afar:

"Qianmian, do you know whose land the yellow sand you stand on belongs to?"

“I don’t care about this.”

Yan Jiat suddenly stopped and continued to insist:

"This is the land of the Banga people! The kingdom of the Banga people!!"

"You have walked all the way here... How many Bangjia people have you seen? How many Bangjia settlements? This land surrounded by war and pain is my hometown! If your hometown is invaded by the quagmire of war, your family, your friends, everything about you will be torn apart by war, what will you do?! Will you be indifferent?!"

“If that were the case, I would have my hometown all under my control.”

After receiving Turing's answer, Yan Jiat laughed:

"Hahahaha... Now you understand, we are the same type of people! You will do this, I will do this, and that's why I do this!"

"It includes snatching my belongings, cracking out from the inside, killing and capturing my subordinates, and injuring my partner?"

"That's right!!!"

Yan Jiat roared and stomped on the yellow sand:

"For Bangjia, I will do whatever I can! For my hometown, I can give everything! That's my reason, this is everything I can do for the scorching sun and loess!!! So..."

"As long as you kill you now, this loess will continue to change under my leadership. The northwest... will still belong to the Root Sect!!!"

boom!!!!

The invisible spherical impact spread violently, and the repulsive field located on the body of thousands of ghosts shook all the demonic weapons from all directions. Countless world tree roots swayed wildly, grabbed Turing and others' bodies and retreated quickly.

"Go to die!!!"

The yellow sand waterfall, Yan Jiat rushed out, and his huge claws and fists shaped and rushed towards Turing's face--

“Shagara.”

Oh!!!

A gray shadow flashed by, and a circular wave of air exploded between the two and touched the ground. Yan Jiat suddenly leaned back and took several steps before stopping suddenly, looking at Shagala who was leisurely landing:

"Isn't this a demon weapon?!"

"That's all about your situation."

The gray fox's face armor flashed with red light, Turing poked out his right arm from afar, pinching it from a distance—

Bang!

The crisp skeleton squeezing sound came from Yan Jiat's body, and the ghosts plagued the inside and suddenly grew a large number of dense teeth and gnawed at his body crazily!

"No...what is this!?"

"This is my armor, my stuff. You don't think that if you crawl in with your hand and you're going to be your stuff?"

The violent red light radiated all the time on Yan Jiat's body. The active flesh and blood inside the ghosts surgingly moved, twisting inward extremely tightly, locking Yan Jiat's body tightly inside.

At this moment, Yan Jiat only felt that the powerful armor, which was directed by his arm, turned into a bound coffin, and pressed his body with powerful force. Countless teeth were biting his promotionist shell, and they were about to tear him into pieces, squeezed into a pool of meat paste, and pushed him out of his back!

"No... it shouldn't be like this...Hamed Bianchi's technique is just like this. Guman said he has solved everything...he has solved everything!!!"

Paku—

With a crisp sound, Yan Jiat actually broke the few bones in his body. The body of the promoted person suddenly expanded, and a stream of silver flashed across his body. In a short period of time, he struggled to squeeze the internal swelling of thousands of ghosts. The air waves burst into the sky under his feet, and his body swept across the sea of ​​sand like a cannonball to rush towards Turing—

"die!!!!"

"Shagara, Nortes."

Two beast shadows, one gray and one black, intersected in front of your eyes. Accompanied by sparks that exploded into the sky, the powerful wave of air spread in all directions. Yan Jiat's body raised high in the air, and suddenly stopped when he was temporarily stagnant-

Thousands of evil myceliums had pierced into his body, exploding from the inside out like sea urchins, turning into a pitch-black spider web connecting the sand in all directions and the mechanical roots drilling out of the ground, hanging it tightly in the air!

Yan Jiat only felt thousands of insects invading his body, moving towards his internal organs, and easily penetrated them!

Yan Jiat burst out with heart-wrenching screams. In the hazy and twisted vision, he watched a figure ejected from the support of his phantom limbs, and his right arm grew into a claw fist with a bright red shell, accompanied by the surging red light suddenly bombarded the ghosts-

“woghengg——”

The red light exploded vertically, with a loud noise of blood and blood tearing and twisting, and a strange force spread from the front to the back. A huge amount of white vapor exploded from behind the ghosts, and the red blood splashed out like water. A figure instantly flew out of the arched back, breaking the silver suppression instrument on the back of the ghosts, and smashing into the sand behind!

The yellow sand spread like a turbulent water surface, stirring up the soaring sand waterfall. Nortes released his restraint and turned into an archetype. Ten thousand ghosts slammed into the ground and fell half-kneeled towards Turing.

Kahn stared at the scene in front of him, his eyes fixed on the flying figure:

"This is……"

Yan Jiat was covered in blood, and his whole body fell to the ground like a pool of mud. He barely raised his eyes to look at Turing's side, especially the tall ghosts:

"How...is this...is possible..."

Turing looked at the ghosts hiding in front of him, and the active halo drives him to stand slowly, turn around, kneel down again, and open the entrance to his back facing him.

The pouring blood erupted from the inside of the armor, cleaning everything inside, and was reabsorbed by the active flesh and blood in a very short time, Turing slowly stepped into it.

A familiar sense of wrapping came. The tight bondage of active flesh and blood, the crimping of steel bone protein, the fixation, sensory sharing, nerve connection... When he opened his eyes again, his huge body still stood up in the roar of machinery and flesh, and the entrance to his back was layered and closed, blocking.

"Guman clearly said that he had solved everything... Why, how could Hamad Bianchi's skills be comparable to Guman!!!"

"roar!!!!!!!!"

The sensory eyepiece array is bright red, the squirting red light swirls away the sand and dust, the surging sounds distort the vision and are deafening. With the swelling of high-temperature steam, Turing's slightly closed teeth, and the steam rolls out from his mouth, and the sound is distorted and hideous:

"Hamed Bianchi?"

With a loud bang, the sand waves exploded in an instant, and Turing disappeared from the spot, lifting Yan Jiat's broken body with the sand and dust rising into the sky:

"Demon weapons, world trees, plagued by all ghosts, and the demon gods promoted by you, their author..."

"But me!!!"

boom!!!!

The sensory eyepiece ring array burst into red light, Yan Jiat instantly poured himself into the sand from his head downward, and the big pit with a diameter of more than ten meters exploded instantly!

"Oh, soft sand, to you, maybe it's like getting on your mother's mattress?"

He raised Yan Jiat's body again, and his head had been twisted to a strange state, but because of the transformation of the demon god's promotion agent on his body, he was still alive.

"I gave you transformation and strength. If you do things under my hands, you would have been very comfortable. But you chose the stupidest path."

"How powerful can you use the arms of a swimming fish and wear this outfit? 5%, 15%, or 30%?"

"If possible, I really want to evaporate you directly, but unfortunately... you are destined to spend a life of eternal pain in the Soul Return Program."

Bang.

Yan Jiat's body was soft and he raised his eyelids with difficulty:

"No...Bonga...you can't..."

"As for the Q&A session just now... did you say that you missed one...for example, the insect nest?"

Yan Jiat raised his eyelids and no longer had the strength to answer him again.
To be continued...