Chapter 2077 Cheng Sanlang is not human at all, he is not human
Then he saw him standing in the circle. He raised his arm and gestured twice, and then threw the stick in his hand towards the fire that had been used to worship the gods.
Then, everyone saw Cheng Sanlang, who threw away the magic weapon he carried with him, put his head in his hands, twisted his butt, and squatted down with his back to the fire.
"Squat down!" Cheng Chubi, after all, is a young man with a moral bottom line and high character, and he shouted specifically.
And the first time he saw Brother Chu Bi displaying such qualifications, Li Ke, His Highness the King of Wu, had seen the power of Brother Chu Bi’s treasure.
There were also many guards and followers who had seen Cheng Sanlang's true abilities. They all raised their hands and covered their ears.
On the contrary, those Tubo guys were all staring here with concentration, trying to see whether Cheng Sanlang could cast his magic spell.
Then, everyone suddenly felt their eyes light up. At this moment, a fleeting white light seemed to appear on the already dark plain.
The fire pile used to worship and sacrifice the gods collapsed in an instant, leaving countless burning firewood.
Even the food that had been burnt to a charred color, as well as the inexplicable debris, all flew around at lightning speed.
A huge roar that could change the color of the world swept across the open plain outside Iron Bridge City in an instant...
After Master Cheng Sanlang threw the stick-shaped magic weapon, he subconsciously took two steps forward because he wanted to see it clearly.
Then, after the white light in front of my eyes, I felt the darkness in front of me.
I instantly felt a stinging pain in my two ears, and my whole body suddenly felt as if there was a strong force.
Pushing himself hard, Master Jiacuo fell backwards and stared blankly at the sky.
Apart from the harsh and high-pitched scream, there was no other sound in my ears.
In the sky, he saw countless burning firewood, passing before his eyes and flying farther away.
Heavenly thunder must be heavenly thunder. Apart from the power of heavenly thunder, Master Jiacuo could not imagine anything else that could have such power.
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The moment the roar that could change the color of the world came out, everyone couldn't help but subconsciously curl up and want to cover their ears.
Soon, everyone's eyes focused on the fighting scene again, and only saw Master Jiacuo lying on the ground.
The twelve disciples beside him were either lying on the ground, squatting with their heads in their hands, or lying on the ground.
There was only one thought in the minds of all the Tibetan people. Master Jiacuo was actually defeated, defeated by the demon god of the Tang Dynasty.
Yes, how could Master Jiacuo, who was able to defeat this master who could invite gods to come to help him in a fight, be an ordinary monster?
It must be an extremely powerful and terrifying mythical creature like the Demon God.
Even if it was Chigui Maben or Lunkeer, except for the buzzing in their ears at the moment, their minds were completely blank.
It turns out that the sky thunder cast by Cheng Sanlang is actually so terrifying. How lucky are you and others to be able to survive Cheng Sanlang's sky thunder?
Look, Master Jiacuo, who was skilled enough to become Tubo's national teacher, also appeared to be so weak and vulnerable to Cheng Sanlang's thunder.
Master Jiacuo has carefully prepared many magic weapons for so long, but there is no way to prevent Cheng Sanlang from casting the sky thunder.
Chiguima Ben's face looked extremely pale and he murmured in a low voice.
"No wonder, no wonder that the Emperor of Tang dared to let Cheng Sanlang lead the mixed soldiers of the imperial edicts and Xun people to fight against me, Tubo."
"He alone is enough to defeat a hundred thousand elite troops..."
"It's too scary. This is the devil. He is not a human being at all. He is not a human being!..."
Luosang Qianhu shouted nervously, then turned the horse's head crazily and galloped towards Iron Bridge City.
Many of the Tubo knights among the non-melon-eating crowd just now were also influenced by the thousands of households in Luosang. They subconsciously hit their horses and ran towards the Iron Bridge City.
Even though Chi Guimaben, Doma Qianhu and others shouted to stop, they only stopped the former defenders of Iron Bridge City.
As for the defeated soldiers, their fragile nerves could no longer bear it.
Chi Guimaben looked in the direction of Iron Bridge City. On top of the city, there were countless Tibetan soldiers and civilians, and it was deathly silent.
"It's over... Master Jiacuo can't stop that demon. If we stay here, how can we still survive..."
A soldier who stayed in the city murmured in a low voice with a pale face, and countless pale-faced people around him heard his words and invariably felt despair in their hearts.
And when he saw the knights running back from the city, it was as if the activation switch had been pressed.
In an instant, the soldiers and civilians on the walls of Iron Bridge City also hurried towards the bottom of the city and ran towards the East City.
I hate my parents for not giving me two more legs, so I can escape from Iron Bridge City long ago and stay away from that terrible demon god of Tang...
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Cheng Sanlang was closest to the explosion point, but in order to maintain his dignity as a thunder user.
To maintain their invincible image in the minds of the Chaoxun people and the Tubo people.
Cheng Chubi just twisted his butt and squatted down, firstly, to reduce the impact surface, and secondly, the thick and strong Tang Dynasty Refined Mingguang Armor on his body could also function as a body armor.
Therefore, even though he was the closest, except for a few dents on the carapace on his back, there was no external injury to him.
In addition, he had put cotton in his ears in advance and made a series of careful preparations.
This made him the one who was ten meters away from the explosion point and suffered the least damage.
Even so, the huge explosion still blinded him, and he almost stumbled forward. Fortunately, he finally controlled himself.
The disciple of Master Jiacuo saw it with horror on his face. He saw Cheng Sanlang slowly standing up with burning objects scattered in all directions.
His whole body seemed to rise from the fire of hell filled with blazing flames.
The iron armor on his body was reflected in the setting sun, and his whole person seemed to be enveloped in a halo circle.
Because he stood in the west, his appearance was completely hidden in darkness.
Only those eyes, so black and bright, seemed to have the raging flames of hell burning.
He slowly stretched out his arms in this direction, as if he wanted to suck his soul into hell. There was no one here, he was clearly a demon god born from the fire of hell.
In an instant, the eldest disciple's head tilted and he lost consciousness.
Cheng Chubi stared blankly at the great disciple of Master Jiacuo, who suddenly rolled his eyes and fell to the ground after his eyes widened to the extreme. Oh no... he should be his disciple now.