83. The return of the soul, the bow shooting the sun
The power of a single player is very weak. Even people like Cheng Peng, who are known as the best in the world, are still vulnerable in front of Emperor Xin.
However, if the power of thousands of players can be gathered together, it will be very powerful, enough to change the world and change the appearance of the entire world!
Among the Yellow Turban Army, there is such a set of formations, which condenses the blood and fighting spirit of thousands of Yellow Turban warriors into one, turning it into an unparalleled and vast power.[bsp; Such as the fighting spirit that Cheng Peng once obtained.
The art of support is a superficial application of this formation.
This set of formations was originally studied by Zhang Jue from Taiping Yaoshu, but due to Zhang Jue's own personality, it was never completed; a long time has passed since the era of Three Kingdoms Warriors, and the warlocks of the Yellow Turban Army are still
Under the leadership of Wei Ye, it was finally completed.
This is the "Huangtian Formation".
The name is very rustic and the effect is very simple.
However, rustic means easy to understand; simple means straightforward and clear.
The Huangtian Formation has only one effect, which is to gather the fighting spirit of the tens of thousands of Yellow Turban Army players who form the formation, and to bless it on the chief priest Wei Ye, temporarily improving his realm and providing him with endless mana.
Of course, this kind of power cannot be used directly to deal with Emperor Xin. It should be noted that Emperor Xin at this moment is not the dead King Zhou, but also the emperor of a great businessman. As the emperor, he is protected by destiny, and all kinds of spells cannot harm him.
, let alone Wei Ye, not even those heavenly beings from the upper world can pay him directly.
That's why these special arrangements are needed...
Wei Ye stood on the main altar, looked around, nodded, picked up the golden bell on the stage, and rang it three times.
Amidst the yellow clouds in the sky, a golden light fell, landing right on top of his head.
With this golden light, Wei Ye's momentum suddenly increased, and the various treasures and spiritual texts around him expanded rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into an auspicious cloud that was as high as half an acre of land, supporting him and the altar rising slowly.
Floating in the air.
"Huang Tian is above, believers Wei Ye is praying here:"
"The rest of the believers founded the country in troubled times, opened up frontiers in the barren land, fought through thorns and thorns, and built a peaceful country in a bitter cold land. They walked on the ice fields in the north and crossed the seas in the east. They promoted enlightenment and enlightened the hearts of the people. You will not count the years that come. It has passed through hundreds of years.
Despite thousands of hardships, you will succeed in the end. Even though your body is failing, your heart will always be happy, thinking that the way to peace will shine brightly in the sky and shine brightly for thousands of years to come."
"But now there are demons who are causing trouble and causing trouble in the world; there are also the descendants of black birds who are helping them to cause harm, and their arrogance is overwhelming. The rest of them have shed blood but they can't take it, and they can die a hundred times but they can't be defeated. Although, for the sake of Tao, even if you die, you have no regrets.
, after all, I can’t bear to see the peaceful country perish due to the ravages of demons!”
"Therefore, we set up an altar here to gather the spirits of all people and the blood of hundreds of spirits. We pray that Huang Tian will show mercy and ask the ghost god Zongbu to come to the world to drive out evil spirits!"
After saying this, he swung his silver-white magic sword, and countless golden lights fell down, falling in front of the 360 players with special bloodlines on the first floor of the altar, and turned into a small golden sword.
Including Cheng Peng, three hundred and sixty players picked up the golden sword without hesitation and stabbed themselves in the chest.
The red light burst out and blood spurted out. The three hundred and sixty people fell down without even a groan, turning into white light one by one, leaving only a pool of hot blood remaining in place.
Not a drop of this blood fell into the dust, but all rose into the sky, forming a bewitching red cloud in front of Wei Ye.
Among the red clouds, a tall and burly ghost with a ferocious face appeared.
This ghost is holding a big stick in his left hand and holding a tiger in his right hand. He is full of murderous aura, and there are waves of evil energy flowing in his eyes. He is really ferocious and terrifying.
This is the famous ghost god "Zongbu God", a powerful ghost god who specializes in destroying evil spirits in legend.
The summoning has been completed, but Wei Ye's spell has not yet ended.
With a wave of his magical sword, the yellow clouds in the sky that were about to disperse suddenly condensed again.
At the same time, all the spiritual texts behind him flew up, left his left and right, and began to spin rapidly around Zongbu God, who was standing in the air looking left and right, looking for evil spirits.
"Time flies, time flies, the dead are like this, leaving no trace. Now for the safety of the people, with the help of thousands of wishes, please trace the source and go upstream, so that the dead can reappear in the world, and the ghosts and gods can be revived.
See the hero in action!"
"The soul is back!"
As soon as these words came out, the precious light and auspicious clouds around him trembled sharply, and the huge yellow cloud in the sky shrank sharply at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye.
But at the same time, the ferocious ghost gradually changed its appearance.
The animal skin robe on his body turned into neat leather armor; the big stick in his hand turned into a huge scarlet bow; the evil tiger he was holding turned into a strong horse.
The ferocious expression on his face quickly faded away, and his unkempt hair became neat and smooth again, forming a ponytail on the back of his head for easy movement.
It's just... Even though those spiritual texts were frantically absorbing Wei Ye's mana and trying their best to provide this man with strength, they could only make him appear as a shadowy virtual image, always a little blurry, and the expression on his face also looked very confused.
But even if it was just like this, Wei Ye's extremely huge magic power continued to flow from the yellow clouds above his head into his body, and then flowed into the spirit text, thus injuring his internal organs and causing blood to ooze from his mouth and nose.
"Sure enough...can we only go so far?" He smiled bitterly and connected to Chen Wumian's private chat, "Wumian Ji, I will still have to trouble you in the end..."
On the other side of the battlefield, Chen Wumian was so busy that he didn't even have time to protest against the weird title of "Wumian Ji".
He and Xiao Muran are working together, quickly drawing a huge magic circle around the ground, and placing various prepared materials on the key nodes of the magic circle - this job requires absolute correctness, and there can be no mistakes.
commit.
In front, hundreds of players who practice Buddhism are forming a formation, continuously transmitting magic power to Long Biao.
Not long ago, Long Biao, who had just gained the nickname "Long Shao" because he made a mistake and exposed his former rich identity, was now wearing a piece of silver armor, his hands formed a handprint shaped like a wheel, and the whole person was floating in the air, full of energy.
Head sweating profusely.
Beside him, a huge golden wheel phantom was slowly rotating. No matter how much light and heat the red sun transformed by Emperor Zi Xin cast in the sky, it was all resolved by the golden wheel turning, firmly protecting him.
Behind them, Chen Wumian and Xiao Moran were concentrating on drawing the magic circle on the ground.
Fortunately, they were already familiar with this magic circle, and it didn't take long to draw it. They both checked it carefully again, and both smiled with satisfaction.
"That's right!" Xiao Moran nodded, looked at Chen Wumian, and his sneer had a little more warmth, "That...Wumian, this is..."
"Well, that's goodbye." Chen Wumian smiled heartily and freely, "Don't be so addicted in the future, come to my house to play when you have time."
"Tch...you don't even have time to play games. Should I go over and cause trouble for you?"
"You can come over and help."
"...I'm not a lolicon!"
"Bump!"
At this moment, Chen Wumian's face straightened, but he received a private chat notification from Wei Ye.
"It's time!"
Xiao Muran sighed deeply and exited the magic circle.
Chen Wumian stood in the center of the magic circle and closed his eyes.
"With me as my guarantee, the gods and ghosts will be summoned!"
"Come here! Hero Houyi!"
At the same time as he let out this loud shout, the eyes of the phantom surrounded by spiritual texts in the air on Wei Ye's side suddenly flashed with light, and the confused expression was replaced by a fierce and fierce scowl.
This man did not look at Wei Ye who summoned him, nor at the red cloud formed by the spiritual blood of 360 special bloodline players, nor at the rapidly shrinking yellow cloud in the sky. Instead, he looked towards the battlefield.
side.
The place where the red sun rises.
A disdainful sneer appeared at the corner of Xuying's mouth.
In the next moment, he crossed hundreds of miles and appeared on the battlefield, above the magic circle, and landed on Chen Wumian, who raised his hands above his head and prayed intently.
With a loud gurgle, Chen Wumian's body suddenly grew in size, transforming into a brave young man with a height of more than two meters and extraordinary prowess.
This young man's attire was ordinary, except for the large red bow on his right hand and the white arrows in the quiver on his waist, which exuded an awe-inspiring murderous aura that could not be looked directly at.
There is no murderous intent in this young man, but just standing here casually, he exudes a self-confidence that is so powerful that people want to worship him, as if nothing in this world is difficult for him, as if just following him
Behind him, no matter what difficulties and obstacles can be overcome, no matter what kind of monsters and monsters can be eliminated!
Of course, he has the right to be confident because he is Hou Yi.
Hou Yi who shot down the nine suns, shot down the 猰貐, Chisel Teeth, Jiu Ying, Dafeng, Feng Xi, Xiu Snake and many other ancient monsters. Even after death, he could become Zongbu God and destroy everything.
The evil ghost Hou Yi!
"Get out of the way, don't let me accidentally hurt you." Hou Yi said calmly.
Long Biao and the others were already exhausted. They were relying on their own secret techniques to stimulate their potential. When they heard Hou Yi's voice, they immediately understood that they were done. The will to never give up in their hearts relaxed. How could they still hold on?
?
In an instant, white light was like rain.
When Hou Yi saw that everyone was killed in battle, he was not particularly moved. He just raised his head and stared at the red sun in the sky that was transformed by Emperor Xin.
"Very good, just right."
As he spoke, he opened his bow and nocked an arrow.
The red sun in the sky screamed in terror, and then rushed towards this side quickly, but Emperor Xin finally saw the scene behind the huge golden wheel - how could he not recognize it?
Hou Yi! He was immediately frightened out of his wits.
Fortunately, he still had a shred of sense, knowing that escaping would be unfortunate, and that if he fought hard, he might still have a chance of survival, so he screamed wildly, summoned all the light and heat, and rushed towards Hou Yi.
His roar was so shrill and crazy, as if he was going to tear Hou Yi into pieces. If you were a little timid, you would be scared to death just by hearing this sound, right?
Amidst this soul-crushing roar, there was a sound of strings.
Then... there is no more.
The red sun fell and turned into Emperor Zi Xin, who was clutching his chest and vomiting blood, unable to even utter a single word.
His courtiers rushed over, but they could only catch the little bit of light that gradually dissipated from his figure.
Hou Yi maintained his shooting posture, and his body gradually dispersed. Starting from his feet, he turned into countless stars and gradually dispersed.
When those stars dispersed to the end, the last smile seen by the surviving players on the battlefield no longer belonged to the legendary hero who shot down the sun, but to the somewhat shy young magician.
From a long distance away, countless thunderbolts crashed down, the largest of which hit the center of the altar. The huge altar collapsed from top to bottom, as if a poor-quality building had been hit by an earthquake, revealing many terrifying cracks.
Wei Ye and the others above the altar were naturally reduced to ashes, while the Yellow Turban Army members below the altar also fell down one by one as if they were seriously ill, without even the strength to get up.
Looking further into the distance, many lightning bolts were raging among the crowd, and the players of the Crusade Army were laughing proudly while carrying the punishment of reversing time for the Yellow Turban Army.
In Luoyang City, Cheng Peng, who was in a weak state, picked up the wine glass and raised it high.
"Cheers to victory!"
Many wine glasses were raised together.
"cheers!"
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This chapter is a bit long, so I have been writing it until now...
