Monsters Will Die if They Are Killed

The man in white who was pierced by the spear has not died yet, but his lung cavity and his spine have been smashed into pieces. Naturally, he can't say anything. Su Zhou didn't have the energy to listen. He just glanced at the two in front of him, who had already completely absorbed the spirit The force urged to the extreme, so that the blood vessels on the face were all violently violent in the'magic soldier'.

The demon soldier is worthy of the name of the devil. At first, it was just like ordinary humans when it did not fully mobilize the power, but when the power was pushed to the limit, the face and hands that were not covered by clothing were instantly covered with tree roots. The general wooden cyan veins, these wooden roots pulsate with the rapid agitation of the demon soldier's flesh and blood, revealing an inhuman sense of heterogeneity.

These two demon soldiers were not afraid of death, or knew that they could not run away, so they didn't even say a word. The one on the left directly raised the crossbow and shot an arrow, and then drew a scimitar from his waist to rush Stepping forward, a knife slashed towards Su Zhou's neck with internal air currents, and the one on the right slammed into the ground like a beast, with a piercing cone, struggling to hit Su Zhou's knees and ankles.

Even if it is possessed by the Undead Root, people can distinguish between beauty and ugliness. The demon soldier with the knife on the left is quite upright, and belongs to the kind that does not lose any part of the royal guard, while the one on the right is quite good. In general, the roots of the tree covered his ugliness.

But soon, the two of them didn't need to care about their appearance: because Su Zhou shot like a great gun, he swung down the body of the lead demon soldier, and directly beat the entire head of the demon soldier on the left into a concave shape. The plasma of the eye teeth exploded and even splashed on the body of the demon soldier on the right.

The demon soldier on the right took advantage of the opportunity of his companion’s head being blown up, and stab Su Zhou’s knee with all his strength, and then tried to retreat—the fight was impossible, it could only make the opponent incapacitated, and then ran quickly. road.

　　 This plan is quite good, but from the first point, something went wrong.

Su Zhou’s knees condensed spiritual power, and the triangle spirit patterns were layered on top of each other. He just raised his knees and pushed forward. Not only did the armor-piercing cone pierced by the magic soldier not pierce the skin, but it reversed faster than the previous spur. Stabbed back.

　　 Before the demon soldier could react, the cone pierced his throat upside down, and Su Zhou grabbed his head smoothly, twisted it slightly, and pulled it apart like a bottle cap.

　　 The scene was too bloody, and the warm blood with cyan sap splashed and flowed in the snow. In just a few seconds, the three demon soldiers in white had lost all their combat effectiveness.

In short, when Su Zhou returned to the small village with two still complete and one incomplete, with a blue wooden root head under his neck, the **** team used to look at the monsters—or to say, look at something mysterious. Existence looked at him.

　　——This guy, when he was fighting with himself and others before, did he put so much water? !

　　 "The heads of these guys have all been pulled out, and they don't seem to be dead yet-are the undead roots this kind of cyan roots? It's quite tough."

　　 Su Zhou threw these three heads to the ground, and Gu Lulu turned around on the frozen ground a few times, and he could see that the demon soldier was indeed not dead, and even his neck was slowly regenerating and healing, stopping the blood.

　　 "...After planting the Undead Root, people are no longer humans, but monsters."

　　 Mo Ganxiu walked out of the crowd that was still in a state of shock. As the oldest person, he was probably used to seeing this kind of undead monster that even if he had no body, his mouth was still one and the other, he seemed to be begging for mercy or cursing.

The old man directly took out a rather delicate rectangular brass small box from his waist, and then pressed the mechanism above, and suddenly a fire snake spouted out of the spout at the front of the small box, roasting the green undead roots, and turning it on. It quickly turns into coke.

　　——There is such a delicate mechanism creation unexpectedly? That's right, the Zheng Dynasty here is more than 500 years old. If the world history is simply calculated by time, it is also modern.

Under Su Zhou's interesting gaze, Mo Ganxiu explained softly: "You can be regarded as Su Shaoxia, you have pulled out all the undead roots. If you just bring your head, I will have to trouble you to go back and walk again later— —As long as it is implanted with undead roots, even if the head is crushed to pieces, as long as the roots are brought back and placed in the flesh and blood essence, the roots can grow back into that person and have memories from before death."

"After defeating the demon soldier, you need to use the method of fire and thunder to roast this root, or cut it into pieces, so that it can be completely cut off. But how troublesome is it to cut into pieces? There is no time to do this on the battlefield. , So I always carry a portable vermillion box with me to completely kill these undead soldiers."

"They actually don't need a head at all." At this time, the former long-haired woman who understood medical science, the knife man named Liu Xizhao, also stepped forward, and she unscrupulously lifted the sparsely smashed by Su Zhou. Head, use internal force to lift the deformed skull and show it, so that Su Zhou can see the situation clearly inside

　　 It was a mess of tangled tree roots, and the tree roots were soaked in the blue-white wood pulp. At first glance, they really looked a bit like brains.

Zhou Buyi also stepped forward, looking blankly at the head of the demon soldier whose mouth was still opening and closing on the ground. He shook his head and said: "The demon soldier does not need food, and only needs to drink water to illuminate the sun to maintain basic actions—— But if you want to fight or recover from an injury, you need to draw flesh and blood."

　　 "The Taibai Mountains are covered by heavy snow, and the prey is hard to find. Even if they find a few, they are far inferior to humans... They can't find other blood food."

　　 "Here, is this undead root alive, or is the original magic soldier alive?!"

　　 Even Su Zhou, when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but feel a little horrified, and felt a strong sense of disgust—is that the implantation of Undead Roots? The whole body is occupied by the roots of the sacred tree. It is not so much implanted blood, as it is controlled by the undead roots to a corpse that can be regenerated!

"Don't think too much, Su Zhou, this world has souls. The souls of these magic soldiers are transferred in the'Ritual', or'Seize the Shelter' to the roots of the sacred tree. It is indeed the Undead Root occupying and controlling it. They lost their original body, but the person is still the original person, if the soul is counted."

　　 "Although it looks very oozing, it's not as exaggerated as you think... Your thinking is still bound by the original inanimate world."

With a word of Yala, Su Zhou broke away from the strong empathy and disgust of "I am not me". After he shook his head and calmed down, he also understood the process of making magic soldiers-through rituals, people's The soul transfers to the bloodline of the sacred tree, which is the undead root, and then uses the undead root to control the body that corrodes itself into an empty shell,

In this way, in addition to becoming a near-immortal sacred wood race, his physical damage is nothing more than a'broken body'. To use a simpler analogy, the magic soldiers are all drivers who control the physical mecha. The injuries of the body are nothing more than the'robots' that consume the'flesh resources' to repair, so they can use the nearly crazy method of violent spiritual power operation without paying attention to burst out the power that surpasses their own strength.

　　 Of course, it doesn't affect the skull exploded with a shot from Su Zhou.

At this moment, at least no one in the **** team felt that Su Zhou belonged to the An Chao side. Although the demon soldiers were called soldiers, they were essentially elite troops implanted with undead roots through mysterious rituals. He is a veteran of hundreds of battles who have fought with the Hundred Rebels for decades. It is extremely precious.

　　 Use the lives of three magic soldiers to make a terrible trick with a low success rate?

　　 The Devil Emperor is not a fool, even if it is, his military advisers and staff are not.

　　 "Well, it's actually not just them."

With a long sigh, Mo Ganxiu, who had completely burned a demon soldier to death, stood up. He raised his hand, rolled up his sleeves, and showed his thin arms. Su Zhou looked sideways, but was surprised--because On Mo Ganxiu's arm, a little green leaf veins spread!

　　 "Decades ago, tens of millions of people died due to the tyranny of the Devil Emperor. Their flesh, blood and soul were absorbed by the sacred tree~www.wuxiahere.com~ and the power of the sacred tree completely infiltrated the atmosphere of this mountain and river."

Seeing Su Zhou's extremely real, unabashedly surprised expression, Mo Ganxiu once again confirmed that this guy really didn't know anything about it. The old man retracted his sleeve and looked at the demon soldier's corpse on the ground and shook his head: "Stayed on the front line. The longer it takes, the more likely it is to be corroded by wood gas. This kind of wood roots will grow. I don’t know how to use martial arts, so I will build some equipment in the back. It’s already like this..."

　　 "This is a family affiliation..."

Su Zhou exclaimed in his heart, in the present world, he could not say anything, but once again deeply felt the horror of the great existence-according to Yala, the undead tree of Banyan is just the "tree of the avenue". The sacred tree derived from the awakened Cannian can have an impact on the entire world, allowing people in the entire world to gradually transform into their own dependents, whether they like it or not...

　　This kind of power...must be eradicated!

　　 In the silence, the team set off again, but this time, Su Zhou put three heads with wooden roots on his waist, and in the original mountain cabin, a temporary excavated pit buried all the dead ordinary people.

　　 Su Zhou didn't have much to do for them, so he could only kill a few more demon soldiers and strengthen his heart to destroy An Chao and Shenmu.

　　 The long journey is boring, and Su Zhou did not find the shadow of other magic soldiers on the way.

　　 And just as the Taibai Volcano once again roared, Zhou Buyi, who led the way in the front, let out a long breath and stopped tiredly.

　　 "Here, there is a place for refining magic weapons."

　　 He raised his hand and pointed to a recessed saddle in a mountain not far away.

　　 Su Zhou stared intently.

　　 Then, he saw-a simple but complete rock fortress not far from Taibai Volcano.