Simulating Immortals: Embody Cthulhu at the beginning

Chapter 35 035 [The Tragedy of the Deadpool]

"He came in with five freshly severed monster heads in one hand!"

"It is said that he has been acting alone!"

"This level of strength can be ranked in the top [-] in this camp. How can you compare?"

The monk who spoke sighed, while showing yearning: "If I can have such strength, I won't be in the state I am today..."

Seeing that he seemed to be caught up in reminiscing about the past and the present, others continued to introduce Su Yun's deeds.

"It's not that there are no Sacred Heart Sect disciples who want to arrange him here."

"As a result, the troublemakers were dismissed without even drawing their knives. Otherwise, do you think anyone can be treated like this?"

Everyone spoke to each other, and quickly explained what happened not long ago.

"Wang Tiezhu" heard these words, and looked at the figure of Su Yun'an sitting under the tree in the distance, and the clean ground around him.

Then look at the foul-smelling muddy ground and the rice fields flowing everywhere a few feet away.

The expression on his face was distorted for a while, and the anger in his heart was boiling.

A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he wanted to find a few disciples of the Sacred Heart Sect to show his hand, so that they could learn the thunderbolt method of the majestic monster soldiers.

But Fushan couldn't let him do this.

"enough!"

Fushan shouted coldly, and the four people who were eager to try suddenly retracted their heads like quails.

"A small leak will sink a great ship!"

"You are all true warriors, even if you are willing to sacrifice your life, can't you bear this little thing?"

Hearing these two words of Fu Shan's spiritual sense sound transmission, the few people who were unwilling just now immediately threw all their unhappiness to the sky.

Their eyes suddenly showed an unprecedented firmness, and they stood aside silently, without saying a word.

Seeing that Fushan has such prestige, the onlookers couldn't help being a little more curious about him.

However, after he politely thanked all the enthusiastic people, everyone saw that there seemed to be no excitement to watch, so they dispersed.

The night is about to fall, and there will be weird haunts outside soon, so it's better to stay in their respective areas honestly.

The surroundings quickly quieted down.

Although the camp had set up a ghost formation and a sound-proof formation, everyone still subconsciously avoided making a sound, and occasionally communicated with each other with their heads bowed and whispered.

Fushan and others also followed suit.

After assigning one person to be in charge of vigilance, the others endured the pungent smell and began to close their eyes and adjust their breath.

In fact, how dare the four demon soldiers really adjust their breath? !
The spiritual power on them is all disguised with the help of secret techniques, and it is already the limit to use the breath-suppressing formula.

It's good that this kind of static spiritual power doesn't move well. Once it starts to move, it's not possible for them to be flawless for the time being.

If it accidentally collides with the thick monster power in the process of operation, it is not a joke.

After all, there is a huge difference between demon power and spiritual power. Although they are both transformed from spiritual energy, their properties are completely different.

Under the collision of the two, it is easy for water and fire to become incompatible and invade each other, and if they are not careful, their identities of the monster race will be revealed.

They are not afraid of death.

But what is going to be performed right now is an infiltration mission, and it is not possible to run amok simply by relying on strength, so no matter how uncomfortable it is, you have to endure it.

As for why not choose to hold your breath?
Without the use of spiritual power or demon power, even demon soldiers and foundation-building monks cannot stop breathing for a long time.

Among the five, only Fushan was not affected.

After all, with his powerful soul power, he can completely control the spiritual power to operate independently in a certain meridian, and holding his breath for a long time is just a trivial matter.

But at this time, he didn't have the energy to pay attention to the plight of his subordinates.

Because he had to avoid the detection of the spiritual sense of the three foundation-building monks in the camp, and arrange the next actions of other monster races dozens of miles away by means of sound transmission with their spiritual sense.

At this time, Su Yun, who had been sitting tens of meters away, turned his gaze over again.

[Wang Qi deduction] started, Su Yun first looked at the demon soldier who replaced "Wang Tie Zhu".

This guy seems to be a little bit out of his mind, and Tie Hanhan's vigilance is always relatively low.

Start with him first, and see if it raises alarms.

However, it was obvious that Su Yun's behavior did not cause the slightest reaction, and the other party still sat still with his eyes closed.

Lines of writing quickly filled the light screen.

[Wang Tiezhu: Disciple of Xuanyun Sect Outer Sect (Monster Soldier of Xiaofeng Tribe in Manghuang Demon Kingdom · Hutu)]

[0 years old: Born in the Xiaofeng tribe of the wild demon country, because both parents are low-level demon servants, Hutu with average aptitude naturally also becomes a low-status demon servant. 】

[3 years old: Obtained the most widely spread low-level qi and blood cultivation method of the demon clan. Due to the extremely slow progress of cultivation, he was judged as waste by the priests of the Xiaofeng tribe and demoted to a demon slave who was one level lower than the demon servant.

Working hard every day in exchange for a small amount of food, and sleeping in the animal pen at night, the progress of Qi and blood cultivation has stagnated since then. 】

[23 years old: Suffering countless abuses, beatings, bullying and bad words for 20 years, Hutu has lost all hope in life, living a life of being at the mercy of everyone and being inferior to pigs and dogs every day.

Until one day, he met the demon general Fushan.

Fushan took him to his own territory, gave him the dignity he had never had before, and gave him a new method of Qi and blood cultivation.

Hutu got a new life. 】

[32 years old: For the past nine years, Hutu only slept for two hours a day, and spent all the rest of his time practicing or going out to hunt and kill wild animals and beasts to hone himself.

He discarded all unnecessary emotions, only the desire to become stronger and his unparalleled loyalty to Fushan remained in his heart.

This year, he successfully broke through to the realm of demon soldiers, defeated many competitors, and became Fushan's personal dead waiter. 】

[39 years old: Accompanying Fushan to the Northern Wilderness Battlefield to perform an infiltration mission.

In order to protect Fushan from being discovered by the monks of the Human Race Hall of Supervision, he took the initiative to attack the protective formation of the human resident "Mingquan Valley" in the Northern Wilderness Battlefield to attract the attention of the monks of the Supervision Hall. 】

[Evaluation: The experience in my life is sad and deplorable.The loyalty of the servant master can be learned from the sun and the moon, but until he dies, he still does not know that what happened to him was all deliberately done by Fushan to train the dead, how sad it is. 】

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Su Yun watched the life trajectory of this demon soldier Hutu silently, and a feeling of pity suddenly surged in his heart.

No wonder this guy was so excited just now, it wasn't for himself, but because he felt that Fushan had been humiliated.

However, as the simulator evaluates.

For the Yaozu, this person is indeed an existence worthy of admiration, and what he did in the end can be called loyalty and unparalleled, and he is indeed a model for the dead warrior world.

But his life is so sad.

Because he didn't know until his death that the demon general Fushan directed his miserable first half of his demon life.

He has always been grateful for this, and has quickly completed a breakthrough in strength with a self-abuse-like practice method, only asking for a chance to sacrifice his life for Fushan.

Sure enough, there is no such name as Bai Xia, the demon soldier Hutu?
It should be confused.

With the status of the demon general Fushan, how could it be possible to deliberately take someone away from among the most humble demon slaves, and even give them courtesy and preferential treatment?
But Hutu had no choice.

In such desperate circumstances, any straw will probably be grasped tightly.

Even if it is full of viciousness and calculations.

After a short sigh of emotion, Su Yun suppressed the trace of emotion that shouldn't be there.

What happened to the other party seemed miserable.

However, with his status as a demon soldier of the monster clan and Fushan's personal dead servant, in the experience that the simulator has not mentioned, it is unknown how many human race mortals or monks he has killed.

Thinking of those human remains that were dug out from the monster monk's storage bag, Su Yun's heart instantly turned cold.

With the help of the Demon Sect's secret puppet standing hundreds of feet away, he glanced at Fushan, and found that he seemed to be still out of mind.

Su Yun quickly determined the goal of today's second qi deduction.

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