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!"
"You're dead..." Xuankong said with a mournful face: "What can I do?"
"What nonsense."
Baizhu complained and threw down the country rat that was jumping around on his shoulder.
"If you're scared, just wait here and I'll be right back."
The monk in white turned into a rainbow light and swept towards the burning dead city. Soon, his figure merged into the sea of fire.
In an instant, there was only one ground rat left on the vast snowfield.
There was a cold wind blowing, and there were gloomy sounds, like the cries of ten thousand ghosts. Xuan Kong, who was peeping his head, was startled. He shrunk his tail and curled up into an autumn shape.
Under the huge shadow, the snake-like octopus tentacles sway slightly, twisted and weird.
Xuan Kong trembled and raised his head. The octopus with compound eyes raised its wings and seemed to be staring at him.
Countless sounds, like the churning of rotten seawater, surged and filled the ears,
In the rotting sea water, all kinds of screams and wild laughter were heard loudly, and they were pulled together, like countless hands, about to pull Xuan Kong into the sea water.
"Ahhhhh!!!"
The groundhog howled miserably, no longer hesitated, and rushed into the burning dead city.
"Big lord! Big lord!"
The woodchuck was sobbing, roaring wildly, and moving its limbs desperately.
"Master, master!"
Everything you see is a sea of burning fire. Everything is burning in the fire. The dark red fire is like raindrops and crackling.
"big……"
Suddenly, Xuan Kong's voice stopped abruptly, it trembled and raised its head, and a human face was vaguely revealed in the fire mist.
"Rat meat is not edible!"
He struggled for a long time, but to no avail. The woodchuck used all his strength and howled out the last sentence.
"It's me." A familiar voice sounded.
Xuan Kongzhan raised his head tremblingly, and in the mist of fire, it was Bai Shu's face.
"Knowing that you are timid, I will definitely follow you."
Bai Shu threw him on his shoulders, and with a snap of his fingers, smashed the head of a charcoal corpse.
When the charcoal corpse's head is broken, the values on the attribute panel also jump slightly upward.
Xuankong squatted obediently on Baizhu's shoulder and looked around. The charcoal corpses, which had been burned red by the fire, were slowly moving towards the two of them.
Their facial features were blurred, and their armor had been melted into molten iron, which flowed down and made a sizzling sound when it came into contact with their flesh.
These are Dazheng’s soldiers!
Xuankong's pupils shrank, and he carefully identified them for a long time, guessing the identity of these charcoal corpses from some armors that had not been completely melted.
This city was supposed to be garrisoned by soldiers from Dazheng.
only……
Xuan Kong raised his head in confusion. The monk in white clothes was slowly walking forward. Beside him, streaks of five-color light were flowing.
All the charcoal corpses that came close had their heads pierced by the five-colored light and their bodies smashed, but none of them could get within ten feet.
"Attribute value 1."
"Attribute value 13."
"Attribute value 9."
"Attribute value 5."
…
In a place where Xuan Kong couldn't see it, the continuous numerical values were beating rapidly, and Baizhu's eyes became more and more satisfied.
Tu Mouzi watched the halo of light flowing around Baizhu, and in the fire, charcoal corpses gradually surrounded him and pushed in, one after another.
Just as he was about to take action, Bai Zhu stopped him.
"Don't bother." Baizhu patted his head hard: "I'll do it."
"Big...big sir." Xuankong twitched the corner of his mouth: "Did you take the wrong medicine?"
Seeing that there were more and more charcoal corpses, Bai Shu converged his five-color light and completely withdrew his magical power.
He touched the top of his head, and when his hand reached halfway, he shrank back again.
Xuankong heard Bai Shu curse in a low voice and spread out his palms flatly.
Dozens of droplets of blood, as crystal clear as blood diamonds and containing countless surging vitality, were forced out of the palm of the hand by Baizhu.
Those blood drops were so heavy that when they rolled down the palm, they even made a dent in the ground the size of a human head.
The billowing blood energy exploded with a bang, and the energy flowed backwards into the sky. Dozens of figures were blurred into shape, and that was clearly the face of Bai Zhu.
"Let's go."
Bai Shu didn't look too much, he turned into rainbow light and flew towards the twelve-winged octopus.
Boom!
Like the roar of thousands of thunders, the white magicians punched out at the same time, and the violent wind of the fists created a row of exhaust waves, lifting countless burning earth, rocks, and wooden boards into the sky.
So fierce! So domineering!
The ground undulates like water waves. From a distance, you can feel the ground shaking violently, as if dozens of sacred elephants are stepping on the ground. Anyone who is swept by the fist wind will have no bones left and will explode into a handful of blood mist.
The fists were fierce and fierce, and amidst the whistling sound of the air, even the firelight in that area was extinguished.
Bang!
There was another loud noise, and Xuan Sankong shrank his head, not daring to look anymore.
…
…
…
Countless tentacles danced wildly like snakes. On the surface of the huge body like a hill, the dark blue scales shimmered slightly, and twelve pairs of flesh wings covered the sky.
Bai Shu stopped the rainbow light, and on the head of the octopus, there were compound eyes like flies.
One hundred and eight demon-conquering chains were emerging from nothingness, locking it tightly. The Buddha's light was like flames, burning the body that was piled like carrion, emitting a pungent stench.
Above the octopus's head, the monk's eyes were dim.
"Grand Governor, why don't you kill it?"
Bai Shu opened his mouth and spit out a few rays of sword light, hitting the soft body of the octopus. It was like a mud cow sinking into the sea, without any movement at all.
"It can't be killed. My main body is being restrained by Lu Yusheng. This incarnation has limited magical powers."
The monk raised his hand and threw down a book.
Bai Zhu reached out and took it, flipped through a few pages, and found that there were all drawings of black devils on them.
There are weird monsters with dog bodies, temples with dense eyes, bridges with human heads, flying bone lanterns... Even the flesh and blood heart I encountered in Majia Village is recorded.
It is called a meat man.
"The war is urgent, and my incarnation must return as soon as possible."
The monk raised his hand and pointed:
"It's not far from here. I have ordered Zuo Zhao to lead his troops to meet you. I will also kill all the black demons wandering within a hundred miles."
The monk's voice paused, he looked at Baizhu, and said calmly:
"The Grand Governor, the governor of the Chinese and foreign military forces, is the pillar of the country and the important minister of the temple. Even if he has the cultivation of the Five Realms, it is not enough."
The monk’s words are profound:
"If you want to succeed me, I'm afraid you have to do some things so that you can convince the public."
"Disciple is willing to go with the Grand Governor!"
Bai Shu leaned over and bowed, and understood instantly.
"A sword and a gun have no eyesight. With Lu Yusheng restrained, I may not be able to take care of you."
"Life and death are determined by fate. Wealth and honor are in heaven." Bai Shu smiled and said, "You can't blame others!"
He looked deeply into the monk's eyes, his face calm. After a long time, a cheerful smile slowly appeared on the monk's face.
"Good!"
The monk put his palms together in praise and looked approving.
