Chapter 40: Your Soul is a Ghost Hero (Please Read) click! A crack appeared on the heart-protecting mirror, and Chen Xian was knocked dozens of meters away by the golden-ringed broadsword. He slid backwards for several meters on the bloody and muddy ground before he could steady ! He couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood, and then he thrust his chest hard, causing the golden ring sword to fall to the ground. Chen Xian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stepped forward and grabbed the golden-ringed sword. It felt heavy in his hand, at least five hundred kilograms. "Good sword!" he praised, looking up at the Black Tiger King ten miles away. The Black Tiger King was also very surprised that he didn't kill the human boy? Yes, they are too far apart! The golden ring sword rushed across ten miles and arrived in front of Chen Xian, but its power was less than 50%. "Humph!" The Black Tiger King snorted angrily and flew away into the air. Pei Menglong and another major general did not chase him. Their eyes fell on Chen Xian in the Blood River Forest. The middle-aged major general frowned and said, "Cook? Can he block the attack of the Black Tiger King?" "He is a talented person!" Pei Menglong said in a deep voice.
Immediately returning to the Ninth Battalion, the middle-aged major general frowned and left quickly without saying anything else. In the Blood River Forest, Chen Xian did not chase the monsters anymore. He returned the same way holding the golden sword and killed any monsters he saw. Until there was no trace of the demon on the south bank of the Blood River. Only then did Chen Xian come to the north bank of the Xuehe River with a big knife and meet up with Ding Chen, Wang Yan and others. The demons retreated, and everyone lost their temper. They squatted on the bloody and muddy ground, gasping for breath. "This is not a place to rest, let's go back to Qili Peak first!" Chen Xian said. Hearing this, Ding Chen, Wang Yan and others barely stood up and followed him towards Qili Peak. The battle tonight was extremely brutal, and the demons suffered heavy losses. They probably won't fight again. Soon, everyone returned to the foot of Qili Peak. There was an unpleasant smell of blood floating in the air, which could not be dispelled by the cold wind. The bloody and muddy ground was littered with corpses, the corpses of demons and the corpses of cooks. "Zhao Yu!" Chen Xian glanced around and found a cook covered in blood, half-kneeling on the ground with a spear in one hand, breathing weakly. He flashed past and held Zhao Yu with both hands. Zhao Yu had blood foam coming out of his mouth and half of his face was covered in blood. He raised his head with difficulty, looked at Chen Xian and grinned, with blood foam overflowing from the corners of his mouth. "Xian, Brother Xian, I, I tried my best!" Zhao Yu said weakly, and finally lowered his head. "Zhao Yu!" Chen Xian shouted in a low voice, feeling a little sad and angry. It has been nearly two months since he came to this world, and the people he has come into contact with the most are Ding Chen and his four companions, Cao Fang, and Zhao Yu. Now that Zhao Yu died in battle, he was in a particularly bad mood.
"Where is Cao Fang?" Chen Xian suddenly stood up. "Brother Xian, I'm here...!" A weak voice came from a distance. Chen Xian and others turned their heads to look, and saw a man covered in blood lying on the corpse of the demon. One of his arms was torn off by the demon, and his left leg was also cut off by a sharp weapon. Blood was still gurgling. "Cao Fang!" Ding Chen also shouted in a deep voice and walked over quickly. Everyone quickly followed and helped Cao Fang to his feet. "Hehehe..." Cao Fang let out a miserable smile, he had anticipated this day a long time ago, but he never thought it would come so soon. He would die on the battlefield without making any contribution. “Brother Ding, Brother Xian, you don’t need to feel sad for me. We are the demon-suppressing soldiers of Daning, heroes who protect hundreds of millions of people. Before we part, I wish you to live forever, defeat the demons, and achieve unprecedented achievements! Ahem…” After Cao Fang used up his last bit of strength to say this, he started coughing up blood and could no longer speak. He raised his head and rested it on the demon's belly, staring at the bloody sky, and slowly closed his eyes... Chen Xian, Ding Chen and others looked at Cao Fang's peaceful face which was full of demonic blood, and fell into collective silence. Wow! Above the bloody sky, heavy rain was pouring down on the bloody earth. It washed over all the surviving soldiers, cleansing their grief-stricken souls, and the world was extremely silent. After a long time. Chen Xian picked up Cao Fang and placed him under a big tree. Ding Chen and others carried Zhao Yu to the big tree, followed by the other dead cooks, who were neatly arranged one by one. In a moment, one hundred and thirty-nine corpses of cooks were placed in front of Chen Xian. Looking at the dead brothers, Chen Xian took the lead in bowing. Ding Chen and others were slightly stunned. The Daning Dynasty did not have such etiquette, but seeing Chen Xian do so, Ding Chen and others hesitated and then bowed. At this time, Chen Xian said loudly: "I can't go out and I can't go back. I can't defeat the monsters. The road is long. I carry a long sword and hold a bow. My head and body are separated but my heart is not broken. I am brave and I also use force. In the end, I am strong and can't be bullied. My body is dead and my spirit is spiritual. My soul is a ghost hero! (1 note)" "Your soul will become a ghost hero!" The sonorous sound is like the sound of a huge bell, shocking everyone. Everyone looked at Chen Xian in amazement. No one had expected that Chen Xian had such literary talent. "Your soul will become a ghost hero!" Ding Chen came back to his senses and shouted. Everyone shouted in unison: "Your soul is a ghost hero!" "Your soul will become a ghost hero!"
"..." The voices broke through the sound of rain and hit the sky. a little, Chen Xian waved his hand and everyone stopped shouting. He turned around and looked at Ding Chen and said, "Brother Ding, tomorrow morning, you will take people to send the brothers who died in the battle back to the Ninth Battalion." "Yes!" Ding Chen nodded seriously. At this moment, he realized that he had underestimated Chen Xian. Chen Xian is three years younger than him, but he is a young prodigy. Perhaps this is the chance God has given Ning Chen to make a comeback. The next day. The rain stopped, the sun rose in the east, and the egg-yolk light pierced through the blood mist and shone on the faces of the surviving soldiers. Chen Xian opened his eyes and looked at Ding Chen. Ding Chen also opened his eyes. After the two looked at each other, he stood up and called Wang Yan and Luo Ying to take people to send the 139 dead soldiers back to the camp. "Xianzi, we are leaving. You will have to hold on for the time being!" Ding Chen said. "It's okay!" Chen Xian shook his head. Of the three hundred men, one hundred and thirty-nine were killed in the battle, and one hundred and sixty-one were still alive. However, there were 53 people who were seriously injured, and the remaining 108 people also had injuries, some minor and some serious. Chen Xian left behind Qin Fei, Xue Qishan and fifty other people. The rest all followed Ding Chen, Wang Yan and Luo Ying, and returned with the dead cooks and those who were seriously injured and could no longer fight. After everyone left, Chen Xian was not idle either. He took Qin Fei, Xue Qishan and fifty people to move the corpses of the demons in the Blood River Forest to the foot of Qili Peak, piled them up, and waited for the cooks from the cook camp to come and transport them back. At noon, Zhao Tongcai brought thirty men pulling carts to the foot of Qili Peak. When he saw Chen Xian, he just snorted coldly and didn't dare to say anything. He asked everyone to quickly move the demon's corpse. Many cooks secretly glanced at Chen Xian and others while carrying the demon's corpses. Some people gloat over others' misfortunes, some are indifferent, some admire, and some sigh... Chen Xian ignored it, sat cross-legged on a stone slab and summoned the panel. [Martial arts: Bull Demon Golden Flame Art (completed), Vajra Dragon Elephant Art (not yet started)...] [Experience: 259280 points] [Realm: Perfect Taoism]
[Lifespan: 220 years] "25 experience points!" Chen Xian was excited. It was 50,000 more experience points than he expected. With these 25 experiences, it should be enough for him to reach the Lingkong realm. The thought of reaching the Lingkong realm at the age of eighteen is shocking! …… …… 1 Note: Adapted from the Nine Songs of Cifu [National Mourning]. (End of this chapter)