Great Qin Tyrant: Summon the Second General Hum Ha at the beginning

The soldiers clenched their weapons tightly, fixed their eyes on the front, and roared in unison.

Thousands of guards in the sky suddenly accelerated.

There is powerful power blooming in their bodies, and flames like flames suddenly rise from the surface of their bodies.

The long spear in his hand moved forward, dragging a long tail flame, crashing down like shooting stars.

The guard at the front looked at the two or three feet high wooden city wall in front of him.

Without dodging or evading, he directly fitted and bumped into it.

Boom, boom, boom!

A series of loud noises came, and sawdust flew.

The wooden city wall kept shaking and trembling, and finally couldn't bear the ravages anymore.

A section of the city wall that was 300 meters long collapsed, splashing a circle of smoke and dust.

After piercing through the city wall, the guards kept moving, waving their spears, setting off a bloody storm, and went straight to the depths of the barracks.

The gap appears.

The eyes of the soldiers riding in the habayashi lit up, they slapped the mounts under them one after another, and rushed in.

The barracks suddenly exploded.

Seeing the Suwei and Habayashi knight soldiers rushing into the barracks, they would kill anyone they saw, they were brutal.

The two parties who were fighting each other no longer cared about killing each other, and ran away one after another.

Zheng Lun's figure flashed, and he came to the sky above the barracks, and his voice miraculously spread throughout the barracks.

"The descendants do not kill!"

In a short time, many soldiers in the Guards were scared out of their wits.

At this time, when he heard the sound, he threw the weapon in his hand and squatted down with his head in his arms.

Sure enough, those ferocious soldiers bypassed them one after another and rushed forward.

The mouth continued to roar: "The descendant will not be killed!~"

It echoed in the barracks like a tide.

It also made more and more Guards soldiers throw away their weapons and choose to surrender.

At this time, the sky above the spacious house.

The battle between Commander Wang and the others was not over yet, seven or eight of them formed a group.

There were constant rumbling explosions, and the originally spacious houses on the ground had been destroyed by the aftermath of the fighting.

Zheng Lun also noticed this, and his heart couldn't help but move slightly.

These people should be the lieutenants and commanders of the army.

Will they know something?

Think of this.

As soon as Zheng Lun's figure moved, he came to the sky above the crowd, and slapped him without saying a word.

A touch of golden radiance turned into a golden palm against the wind, and it fell down with a bang.

"not good!"

Everyone who noticed the strangeness was shocked, but those who hadn't reacted yet were slapped to the ground.

Amidst the loud noise, the ground shook like a wave, and a deep pit in the shape of a palm appeared.

Commander Wang and the others were all deeply embedded in the pit, staring blankly at the sky.

Step, step.

Some heavy footsteps came from Dianshan's ears, and then a face full of indifference appeared in sight, looking at him expressionlessly.

Raise your right hand slightly, as if...

Want to slap yourself?

Fuck, can this work?

Dian Shan panicked and struggled quickly, only to find that he was seriously injured and couldn't move at all.

This time I was even more flustered.

Watching Zheng Lun's slap is about to be patted.

With a twitch in my heart, I remembered something, and hurriedly said: "My lord, wait a minute!"

"Don't you want to know why the guards are fighting among themselves?"

Zheng Lun raised his eyebrows slightly, stopped his movements, looked at him quietly, but didn't speak.

Dian Shan was terrified by his eyes, and swallowed hard.

"Today, an order was issued from above, asking us to provoke civil strife in the army and create conditions for the Lord to recover the imperial guards."

"Above?" Zheng Lun's face became serious, his eyes full of oppression: "Who is above?"

Cold sweat oozes from Dianshan's forehead: "It's Mr. King of the Mountain."

The King of the Mountain?

Zheng Lun held the magic pestle in one hand, rubbed his chin with the other, and fell into deep thought.

As far as he knows, the Great Qin Dynasty is roughly divided into four forces.

The relatives represented by the Empress Dowager Wang Min;

Originally, the royalists still had some strength.

But Qin Heng's former "Emperor Ling" was unwilling to be a puppet emperor, so he played the trick of matching clothes with edicts.

It's a pity that the news leaked out because of an unkind person.

Not only was he himself abolished, but even the royalists were purged and suffered heavy losses.

From now on, there are only two or three big cats and kittens left under King Backer, pitiful.

Otherwise, with the existence of royalists, when Qin Heng came to the throne, the civil and military officials would not be so arrogant.

Beads of sweat kept oozing from Dianshan's forehead, looking extremely nervous.

At this moment, a weak voice sounded out of thin air.

"My lord, he is lying!"

"You fart, I'm the one who backs the mountain king!"

Dian Shan's face turned pale, afraid that Zheng Lun would be unhappy and kill him.

He suddenly turned his head and glared at the king.

Zheng Lun looked at them with interest, but didn't speak.

"The backer king can't protect himself, so he still cares about you?"

"To develop your rebelliousness under the eyes of the Empress Dowager, the means are not ordinary."

"If the backer king really has this kind of means, he won't be forced to return to the northern fief soon."

"Besides, do you have proof?"

Dianshan poked his neck and said, "Who says I don't have a certificate?" Then he took out a token from his pocket with trembling hands and held it up high.

I saw that the whole body of the token is golden, with the word "backer" engraved on one side, and engraved on the other side like a king in person.

"Ban Shan Ling?" Commander Wang screamed in surprise, and then looked at Dian Shan with complicated eyes: "Are you really the backing king?"

"Of course, there is a patronage order here, how can there be a fake?"

Dian Shan smiled triumphantly, held up the token in his hand, but looked at Zheng Lun.

Zheng Lun smiled slightly, and said kindly, "Lieutenant Dian, right?"

"Guess I believe it or not?"

The smile on Dian Shan's face froze, and the hand holding the token trembled slightly.

"I have a backer..."

Zheng Lun interrupted him with a wave of his hand before he finished speaking, looking at him and asked word by word: "You, guess, me, believe, no, believe?"

Chapter 26: Black Ice Terrace

Nianshan looked at the big hands covering his head, and his heart was full of despair.

He didn't understand why it was fine at the beginning, but Zheng Lun turned his face when he said that he turned his face.

Before he could figure it out.

Snapped! ~

Zheng Lun's right hand was already on his head.

The next moment, his pupils dilated suddenly, revealing endless pain.

"Ah!~"

A shrill scream came from his mouth.

In the palm-shaped pit, several figures embedded in the ground were full of horror, looking at Zheng Lun as if they were looking at a demon.

"Soul search!" Commander Wang murmured with cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

Soul search is very powerful, but it has great limitations.

First of all, it cannot be used too much.

Otherwise, other people's memories will constantly impact one's own memory, making it easy for the caster to be confused about who he is, which is commonly known as obsession.

Second, the cultivation base needs to reach at least the realm of the primordial spirit.

Only after reaching the realm of the primordial spirit can one have the power of the primordial spirit, which is the basis for performing the soul search technique.

Third, the subject needs to be at least two levels lower than the performer.

Exercising the soul search technique is equivalent to forcibly invading other people's bodies, and fighting in other people's bodies, there is no force that is too powerful to beat others.

When everyone heard Dianshan's miserable cry, their hearts were filled with bitterness.

There is no doubt that the only people who can search souls for supernatural monks are immortals.

What virtue and ability do they have, let the dignified immortals do it themselves.

For a moment, they didn't know whether they should feel honored or what.

not long time.

Zheng Lun twisted Dian Shan's head, which had lost the breath of life, and threw it out like trash.

Then he closed his eyes and looked through the memories in his mind.

As he expected, Dianshan was not under the backer king at all.

Instead, it belongs to an organization called Black Ice Platform.

As for who is behind the black ice platform, he himself does not know.

Because Hei Bing has always been in one-way contact with him, and the person who contacts him is different every time.

Sometimes they are maids and eunuchs in the palace, sometimes small traders or restaurant waiters, and sometimes even brothel girls.

Through the memory of Dianshan, I learned that...

Once when he was visiting a brothel, a woman whispered a mission in his ear, which almost scared him to death.

Since then, the organization has given him a terrifying feeling, as if it is everywhere.

And he was like a worm caught in a spider's web, from which there was no escape.

This time, it's the same.

First, a person wearing a ghost mask, who does not know the gender, age or age, appears out of thin air and gives the task.