In front of me is a dead city burning with fire.

Countless spears were scattered around and fell to the ground, among which there were a few magical weapons that were shining dimly.

Everywhere you looked, it was a bright red patch. The snow was melted by the high temperature before it even had time to fall.

Waves of hot white mist rose violently, and the dead city in front of us was like a horrific scene in the deepest part of a nightmare. It was impossible to see clearly and clearly.

The hundred-foot-high tongue of fire was like a python, clinging tightly to the shabby dead city. The fire was burning fiercely, and the pungent stench was dispersed far away by the wind.

In the light of the prairie fire, everything in sight was hazy.

At the city gate, the three big characters are blurred. Looking through the firelight, there are hundreds of charcoal-black figures kneeling or crouching. Their faces are wrinkled and burned, and the dark throats are slightly opened and closed.

, whispers and curses that ordinary people cannot imagine are coming from it.

In that burning city, the Nameless One is raising twelve wings, covering the wilderness.

It was a huge flying octopus with twelve wings.

Something trembled in Baizhu's sleeve robe.

He stretched out his hand and shook off the trembling Xuan Kong from his sleeve.

As soon as the local rat fell out of his sleeve, he couldn't help but shrink his head. He flew up to Baizhu's shoulder, his eyes widened and he kept making gestures with his hands.

"untie!"

Bai Shu had no choice but to speak and lifted Xuan Kong's silence.

Sure enough, after a moment, the pitiful howl of a pig was heard again, shaking the frost and snow off Bai Shu's shoulders.

"Yes! Yes! It's that big octopus!"

Xuankong screamed miserably and jumped around holding his head:

"Octopus! Octopus! Octopus..."

"It's easy to talk." Bai Zhu interrupted him impatiently: "What exactly do you want to express?"

"That octopus... that octopus, it killed a lot of people!"

Xuan Kong trembled. He looked at the burning dead city, where the nameless being with twelve wings and an octopus shape was raising its twelve wings. His last voice also trembled.

"Living corpses, human demons, and the black demon in front of you, these ghosts are all the work of Miao Yan."

The monk on the side spoke calmly, his voice penetrated the wind and snow, carrying a sad and murderous intention:

"The Yinghuo Army under his command has brought a lot of trouble to my Julong Guard."

Miao Yan... Ying Huo Army...

When the battle between Zheng and Wei was in full swing, Yinghuo's army, wrapped in white linen robes and with three flags behind them, suddenly entered the battlefield.

Beiwei widely recruited humans and demons from all over the world. When the two countries went to war, it was not without humans and demons participating.

Their Qi and blood are much stronger than ordinary monks, and the vitality of their bodies is far stronger than ordinary monks think.

Even if they were cut in half, their heads cut off, their limbs broken...

But as long as the soul is not truly killed, these injuries that can cause serious damage are nothing to the human demon.

But even so, these human demons still cannot escape the category of martial arts monks.

At most, it can be regarded as a different kind of blood rebirth.

If the soul is eliminated, humans and demons will still die.

Living corpses, human demons...

Compared with living corpses, human demons are just more advanced variants, far from the scope of martial arts, let alone the new cultivators they claim to be.

When the Yinghuo Army, clad in white linen and with three large flags behind them, entered the battlefield, everyone thought they were just another group of human demons.

Although it was a bit more difficult, it was far from the point of causing heart palpitations.

There are six branches in total in the Yinghuo Army, and the person in charge of each branch is at the peak of Vajra, infinitely close to the fifth level of cultivation.

It was long before the chaos broke out in the purple mist, or even earlier.

At that time, the Feiyun Temple was still being built on the border between Chu and Zheng, and the eminent monk Miaoyan, who taught thousands of Buddhist families, probably had a secret connection with the leader of the Northern Wei Kingdom.

Wait until the purple mist explodes, living corpses, human demons...

Miaoyan used lightning speed to form this powerful force that could rival Julongwei.

Except for a few people, everyone in the Northern Guards was kept in the dark by Miao Yan and the ruler of the country.

Until Miao Yan came to the Northern Wei court, all the Northern Wei officials were stunned.

They couldn't believe it, whether it was the former great Zen master Miaoyan or the current demon monk Miaoyan.

Such a character is actually from his own side.

Very few people knew about Miao Yan's surrender to the Northern Guard. Even Cizai, who had great power and was the leader of the Northern Zen Sect, was kept a secret by the country's leader.

It is said that the two had a fight and were very unhappy.

As the war became more intense, Miao Yan's Yinghuo Army relied on Ziwan to achieve great feats along the way, killing countless generals and capturing flags.

His position in the Northern Wei court became more and more stable.

When entering the court, there is no rush, when you go to the palace with swords and shoes, there is no name for praise and worship...

If it had not been for the strong opposition of Ci Zai of the Northern Zen Sect, Miaoyan's reputation would have almost reached this point.

"The abbot, Shenzu and the others calculated together. Even the Holy Lord of Jiejing Mountain personally went out. It was not easy to figure out their heel."

In his ears, the faint voice of the monk came again. He stretched out his hand and pointed, and the nameless one with twelve wings seemed to feel something in his heart and raised his head from the dead city.

In those fly-like compound eyes, Bai Zhu clearly saw his own face.

"They are projections."

The monk sighed and spoke softly.

"Projection?" Baizhu frowned slightly.

"Living corpses, human demons... In this world, Miao Yan is probably the person who knows Ziwu best. Rumor has it that he has personally explored Ziwu to its extreme end."

The monk said:

"Hei Mo, these strange ghost things right now are another masterpiece of Miao Yan.

According to the calculations of the Holy Master of Jiejing Mountain, these things are just projections, similar to the incarnations of our souls. Miaoyan summoned them alive through Ziwan and unknown means.

Whether it is an octopus in front of us, a centipede bull snake, a meat man, a fish boy, a human head bridge, a hundred-eyed temple, or a water worm... all the black monsters are projections and incarnations of divine thoughts."

projection……

Baizhu felt a chill in his heart. The black devil who could be compared to the fifth realm was just a projection?!

What kind of unimaginable and indescribable will their true form be?

Bai Shu couldn't help but raise his head. The purple mist above his head was like a veil, slowly spreading across the entire sky, like a giant purple palm that was about to cover the earth.

The sky is like a dome, covering the four fields.

Inexplicably, this poem suddenly came to mind.

The sky is clear, the fields are vast, and the grass is blown by the wind, and cattle and sheep can be seen low.

In today's situation, the wind has begun to rise at the end of Qingping.

Who will be the cattle and sheep?

"Where are their true bodies?" Baizhu asked softly, and the monk was looking at the purple mist in the sky with an indifferent expression.

"After the purple mist?" Baizhu stretched out his finger and pointed to the sky.

"No one knows, and no one will know."

The monk looked back and laughed at himself:

"There are too many weird things in the world. How can we figure out one by one why there is a Jedi Heavenly Power, what is the scenery of the three upper realms of martial arts, and why do the two saints hide from the world... This world is getting weirder and weirder.

."

Bai Shu exhaled heavily, his eyes flashed, and he said nothing.

"This black devil is too vigorous. This incarnation alone cannot kill it."

The monk slowly stepped into the burning dead city, and his voice came from far away:

"I want to strengthen the seal to prevent it from escaping. If you want, you can come in and have a look."

When he said the last words, the monk's voice was already vague, and his figure melted into the sea of ​​burning fire and was no longer visible.

Bai Shu hesitated for a while and then followed closely.

"Big lord! Big lord!"

Xuan Kong's liver and gallbladder were split apart on his shoulders. He clutched Baizhu tightly, wailing at the top of his lungs.

"You are still young and have a bright future ahead of you. Don't do anything unthinkable!"
To be continued...