Yang Jishan pondered for a moment and sighed, "If there are really more than forty iron corpses and five thousand walking corpses, then this should be Lu Chengyun's last family..."

Yang Jishan glanced at everyone and said in a deep voice:

"This is the final battle. Can you kill Lu Chengyun and wipe out the corpse king? This is the battle here. Please don't hide your own private matters."

Hiding your own privateness?

Mohua was stunned when she heard this.

Everyone also looked different.

Someone was dissatisfied with this: "Why did Commander Yang say this? We have done our best in this battle, and there are many casualties. How can we say that we are hiding our own private interests?"

"good!"

"The commander's words will make us feel disappointed..."

Yang Jishan said with a firm look:

"All of you here are from big families and sects such as Daozhou, Ganzhou, Kunzhou, etc., either they are in the same spirit as the Daoting Seven Star Pavilion, with their family background and inheritance, and are extremely profound, so naturally they have some methods to keep the box..."

"These methods can either be obtained from family background or personal opportunities. They will not be used unless they have to."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone stopped talking.

Monks have opportunities and trump cards, which is undeniable.

Yang Jishan continued:

"Now the corpse killing king has reached the most critical level."

"If this battle is won, everyone will be happy."

"If you lose, let Lu Chengyun escape and let the corpse king survive. Daoting blames him. Yang will naturally bear the brunt of the crime and will take the blame from Daoting. Everyone present..."

Yang Jishan looked around, "I'm afraid he can't get rid of the responsibility!"

Yang Jishan's eyes were slightly sunken, "...Daoting blamed him, the aristocratic families and sects will definitely be significantly delayed within a hundred years."

"And among you, some monks who are from Daozhou and have a connection with Tianshu Pavilion should know what it means to survive the corpse king."

"If the matter fails, the responsibility is serious. Your family will be pursued by the Dao Court!"

"Will the clan vent his anger on you, will your elders be repealed, your treatment is reduced, and your rights are derogated?"

Yang Jishan's eyes were solemn and his tone was cold, "This is not the worst case..."

"The worst case is that Lu Chengyun was crazy and made the corpse king out of control, triggering a real, large-scale corpse tide that annihilated Nanyue City and even the entire state boundary."

"At that time, the state realm will become a corpse realm, and the creatures will be in trouble..."

"And in the tide of corpses, once a few iron corpses are coincidentally transformed into copper corpses. I am afraid that few of you here will be able to leave this small wasteland realm alive!"

Yang Jishan said coldly: "At that time, all the means of pressing the bottom of the box can only be used to press the bottom of the coffin..."

"There is not even a coffin. It will either be eaten alive and peeled alive, or it will be reduced to a wandering corpse. It is better to have a bone without a bone..."

Yang Jishan said something, making everyone's face turn pale.

Although these words are a bit alarmist.

But at present, these things are not impossible...

"General Yang, how are you going?" asked an old monk here.

He is very old and has gray hair. He doesn't care about himself, but about his juniors in the family.

If he wins this battle, he will make contributions, and within a hundred years, the family will be expected to be promoted.

This is their disciple, and he will also be highly valued.

But if you lose, be held accountable by the Taoist court and be promoted to the level of promotion and lower, the three generations of monks in the family will be in vain for hundreds of years of efforts.

And the younger disciples of his own group will definitely not be valued by the family anymore.

So even if you die, you must win this battle!

Yang Jishan said firmly:

"Relying on the foundation of aristocratic families, no longer hide their own personalities, and all the trump cards are released. I will directly kill Lu Chengyun, wipe out the corpse king, and calm the corpse troubles!"

After saying that, he took out a spear from his storage bag.

This spear is full of golden color and has gold-burned patterns on it. Its spiritual power is condensed and it reveals a striking momentum.

As soon as this gun was launched, the monks who knew about it became more and more terrified.

Yang Jishan said: "This is my second-grade superior spiritual weapon from the Yang family, the sunset gun!"

"This gun is expensive, the refining method is special and powerful. With the Yang family's gun technique, it has the strength to be at the peak of the late stage of foundation building with one blow, but it is very easy to lose and can only be used three times."

Yang Jishan looked at the golden spear and was a little reluctant, but said solemnly:

"This sunset gun was given to me by my grandfather to save my life. It will not be used until the moment of life and death."

"But if you don't decide the outcome of this battle, life and death will be determined."

"Since it is a life-and-death battle, I will use this gun to kill Lu Chengyun and let the corpse king die!"

Everyone was moved.

Mo Hua was also a little surprised. Although he didn't know the origin of the sunset gun, he knew that the gun was extraordinary when he saw everyone's expression.

It is very likely that even if you win this battle, the credit you earn may not be worth the spear.

Yang Jishan set an example, and other monks also pondered.

Yang Jishan was born in the Yang family, commanded Taoist soldiers, was proficient in military tactics, and was very familiar with monks' combat.

He must use his trump card, which means that if he does not use thunder means and fight quickly, it will inevitably lead to great disasters!

When you shouldn't save, you must not save.

Otherwise, my life would be saved...

After pondering, a monk said:

"Since the commander said this, I won't hide my private parts..."

He flipped his palm, took out a black jade box, and said proudly:

"I came from the Tang family and had a second-grade spiritual weapon called the Rain Rain Pear Blossom Needle. The needle is hidden in the box. Once it explodes, the spiritual power is like rain. The needle is like pear blossoms. It may be a bit worse to deal with strong enemies, but it is thrown into the corpse group and has great lethality..."

When someone starts, the remaining monks will follow the flow of good deeds.

Even the monks who said they had never hidden their own private cards at the beginning showed their trump card.

"I came from the Han family and had a spirit-enhancing pill. After taking it, within a cup of tea, my cultivation will be improved to the middle stage of foundation building..."

"Zhang Family, Zhang Zifan, the ancestor gave me a set of flame burning formations..."

"Dou family, Dou Changbao, has a first- and second-grade spirit binding net, which can fix four iron corpses at the same time..."

"In the lower family, the clan is not obvious, but by chance, I got a second-grade high-level spiritual explosion jade talisman, which has the power of a late-stage foundation-building cultivator..."

...

"There is a Qingfeng screen below, which can remove...the second-grade or above iron corpse poison..."

Someone finally couldn't help but scold, "Don't you take this out earlier?"

"How can I bear to save my life?"

"That's so fucking stingy!"

"I won't use it for you..."

"No... good brother, good brother, I was wrong, just pretend I was farting..."

...

There were quarrels.

Basically all the monks present, different states, different families, and different sects, revealed one or two trump cards.

Yang Jishan silently wrote it down and nodded.

He knew that everyone would definitely hold back, but this is also human nature. If you act in a coordinated manner, everyone has a different intention, which is inevitable.

At present, these trump cards are enough.

Ink painting is also eye-opening.

In the previous battle between Taoist soldiers, these clergymen of these families and sects performed mediocrely.

He thought that these monks of the family would not be a bit mediocre, but they were at least a bit mediocre.

Only then did I understand the reason:

First, the group battle of monks is indeed different from single-soldier battles, and many methods are difficult to use.

Second, they all have their own little abacus, hold good things in their hands, and do not intend to use them to wipe out corpses and mines.

The eyes are slightly brighter in ink painting.
To be continued...