Those neighings came from the horses that the people behind Li Shang were sitting on, and the blood came from the horses' necks. Nalan Fengjin didn't know why they killed those horses, but what he saw was blood red.
Pure white snow, bright red blood, blood fell like a rain of blood, and the people in black behind Li Shang roared like wild beasts, accompanied by infinite violence.
At this time, Li Shang gently dropped his arm with satisfaction.
Then, the men in black robes behind him moved, walking stiffly toward the group of people headed by the unknown mage. At first, the two sides still walked step by step. When the distance was less than a hundred meters, the two sides became
He ran and stepped on the blood-stained snow, raising countless red snowflakes.
The sound of the chanting was like Sanskrit chanting, and the light of the battle statue began to gradually become clearer.
At that moment, Nalan Fengjin wanted to close his eyes and escape from this fateful collision. However, the movement of his feet was to jump onto a big rock in front of him, and his eyes began to stare at the center of the battlefield. Here, no one can escape.
Especially herself.
Nalan Fengjin watched calmly as the men and horses from both sides approached quickly, just like a black spear and a white sword, colliding, merging, colliding again, merging again, setting off infinite fireworks.
The unknown mage met the people from Li Shang's side. One of them was the man in black. The two sides raised their fists silently, and then they both landed on each other's abdomen. They moved quickly without dodging, and the first collision was
It should be like this. The dull bang bang sounds sounded like the deepest elegy, finally kicking off the battlefield. It was the sound of fists hitting muscles and fists hitting fists.
It was silent like a mime, but intense like a volcano, which finally erupted at this moment.
The continuous chanting, accompanied by the Wu family's sacrifices, began to become extremely intense, losing the peace of Buddhism, but seemed to be singing a war song.
Mei Lan, Zhu and Ju all tore off their cloaks and stood in front of the Heaven-Destroying Evil-Destroying Formation, shouting loudly: "Start the blood sacrifice."
During the blood sacrifice, Nalan Fengjin saw those people who were immersed in drawing formations. He raised his head calmly, cut his eyebrows with a sharp knife, touched the blood with his fingers, and drew symbols on his face.
"Ask the law of heaven to reveal the pattern of the formation, and hereby offer a blood sacrifice." The voice of Meilanzhuju sounded, with indescribable solemnity.
Everyone's face suddenly became depressed, and a large mouthful of heart blood spurted out, but no one's face showed any emotion. It was as calm as a deep pool of water, with no wind blowing through it.
Xuanruo threw away the paintbrush in his hand and walked gently behind Nalan Fengjin: "Sister, I will be behind you. We will persist until the end."
Nalan Fengjin nodded, she understood what she wanted to insist on? It was the road that would ultimately accompany her. The snow was still falling, but what reflected in her eyes was the cruelest battlefield.
Dull, silent falling, standing up again, standing up and falling down again, fists flying, feet shadows intertwined, the collision of the purest strength.
Someone spurted out blood. When his chest received a heavy punch, his fist silently penetrated the abdomen of the enemy in front of him. No blood flowed out. The discolored flesh and blood that split open is the variant of the Wing Clan.
Existence: Zombies.
The doctor began to silently squeeze his hands and chant the curse very quickly, and then his face quickly turned pale, and a crack appeared silently on the doll in front of him.
In exchange for blood-spurting warriors, they move forward bravely once again. As long as there is still life in the medical vein, these warriors will receive endless support. Those puppets are warriors on the battlefield, and doctors use secret techniques to continue them.
When the doll is cracked, the doctors use their own vitality to make up for it.
Around the Heaven-Destroying Evil-Slaying Formation, huge copper lamps began to be lit, the flames lit up, and then they made burning and crackling sounds in the wind.
Waves of silent aura began to flow, accompanied by a kind of compassion and pity that could be felt with closed eyes. It was the seven-star life-extending lamp that borrowed the way of heaven using secret methods to bless those on the right path. That was used by Chu Tianyou
The power of protection obtained by the witchcraft of Yuntian Villa.
Chu Tianyou glanced at his old subordinates in the villa, walked towards Nalan Fengjin without looking back, and knelt down on one knee behind Nalan Fengjin: "Sect Master, back then, you said you wanted to return to Zhaoyang Hall, ask me
Do you want to join us? I will answer my subordinate's pledge of loyalty to the death. This time, I will still be behind you and guard the road behind you until death."
Over there, the sound of horse hooves kept coming, and Li Shang's people kept coming. This time it was some cultivators, and they seemed to be setting up a magic circle. Li Shang seemed to be very concerned about that magic circle, and he started to arrange it from that magic circle.
At first, he rode his horse back and forth around the altar, followed by several Taoist priests, and exchanged words with the people who built the altar. He did not care at all about the tragic events on the battlefield.
Yes, what do they have to care about? These first batch are just zombies mutated by the Wing Clan.
Nalan Fengjin looked at the unknown mage and the others fighting hand to hand, with blood spilling on the battlefield, while Li Shang was indeed leisurely and contented. Nalan Fengjin was a little angry, pointing at the battlefield and asked: "Am I just watching like this?"
"You have your battlefield, girl. I know you are kind-hearted, but you must calm down and maintain your strength. The final victory or defeat depends on you." Old Man Xuanxue said.
The battle continued silently. If you were not in it, you would not be able to understand the brutality of it. Monks like the Wuming Master used their bodies to resist the monsters that were no longer human, and there was still a clear gap in their numbers.
Nalan Fengjin looked at those monsters. After being catalyzed by the blood Ganoderma lucidum, the mutants were already the living dead. They were not afraid of pain, not afraid of death, and could not bleed. They were extremely powerful but agile in speed. They did not know what fatigue was, so they only
Will be madly aggressive and bloodthirsty.
And the unknown mage relied on his own beliefs to use his flesh and blood to collide again and again.
The pictures one after another are like freeze-frames, which are very similar to the slow motion in the movie. It makes people feel heart-rending and painful, but they cannot avoid it.
Nalan Fengjin saw a monk whose chest was hit hard by a monster, and blood spurted out of his mouth. He had been seriously injured, but he roared, mobilized all his strength, and stretched out his hand vigorously
, inserted into the monster's chest, tore off the monster's backbone, and the monster used its last strength to bite off the monk's neck at the moment it fell.
After the monk fell, a young monk was torn to pieces by the monster, and his blood was sprinkled on the snow, stinging Nalan Fengjin's nerves.
Nalan Fengjin's eyes didn't know where to land. The scenes were all like this, heroic in risking one's life, just like after this punch was thrown, the next punch would never have a chance to be struck, silently,
The struggle of suppressed life
Nalan Fengjin saw the unknown mage who was killed at the front shouting something in a low voice. It seemed that if he killed one more, he would have one more chance.
At this time, I care about how many enemies have died and how many tiny opportunities there are. But at this time, I don't care about anything at all, because I remember everything except my own life.
Nalan Fengjin looked at the tragic battlefield, gritted his teeth, and took out his flute from his sleeves. The sad notes floated out and spread into the sky. Under the leadership of the King Butterfly Queen, the Soul-eating Butterflies flew overwhelmingly.
Come.
"Girl..." Old Xuanxue wanted to stop her, but it was too late.
The notes played by Nalan Fengjin were shrill and firm. Old Man Xuanxue understood the command conveyed by the notes: Eat the soul, extract the marrow.
Driven by Nalan Fengjin, the soul-eating butterflies began to attack those monsters.
"Girl, if you give such an order to the Soul-Eating Disk, are you going to sacrifice them?" Old Man Xuanxue asked.
"The Soul-Eating Butterfly is connected to my divine essence. As long as I don't die, the Soul-Eating Butterfly will not die. I know that the Soul-Eating Butterfly is not of much use to these monsters, but after extracting the bone marrow, the movements of these monsters will be much slower.
, the unknown mage and the others will have one more chance of winning." Nalan Fengjin said: "I have my own battlefield, and I can't help easily, but I can't just sit back and ignore them, they are all my people."
The doctors were busy, and the puppets in front of them already had cracks. The doctors used their own secret techniques to transfer the attacks on everyone. Nalan Fengjin knew that this was at the cost of longevity.
In this interlocking and mutually reinforcing protection, warriors like the Wuming Master, although tragic, none of them have truly fallen completely until now, blocking the attack of Li Shang's living dead alive.
On the contrary, an unknown number of the people on Li Shang's side fell down. On the mixed white and bright red snow, the corpses of these living dead were laid out.
In the first collision, it seemed that we had the upper hand, but judging from the serious look on Old Xuanxue's face, our victory was not that easy. Anyone with a discerning eye knew that if we continued, sacrifice would be inevitable.
Li Shang, who had been paying attention to the progress of the altar, nodded towards Juechen, and suddenly shouted to the half-zombie men fighting on the battlefield: "The second team is coming." As soon as he finished speaking, there was someone.
The living dead roared like beasts, tearing off their clothes, revealing the blackened skin all over their bodies. Then one after another, the living dead roared, making people's ears numb.
Those living dead can no longer be "human", their faces are no longer human, with two-inch long fangs, a grinning mouth, scarlet tongues, copper bell-like eyes, bulging, black eyes.
The skin is lined with muscle bulges, and there is a pair of shiny wings on the back, which is indescribably weird and disgusting.
The sudden change made Master Wuming and the others a little at a loss. After all, such a terrifying scene would make people feel like they were in hell instantly. Master Wuming recited Amitabha compassionately, took a deep breath, and led the people to face these
The monsters rushed over. The speed of these monsters suddenly became very fast, and the fists of the unknown mages hit them as if they were hitting the wall.
Li Shang seemed to have expected this scene. He just glanced at the battlefield lightly, as if victory must belong to him, and turned to care about his altar again. A group of cultivators moved around him.
Nalan Fengjin looked at the battlefield and summoned the Golden Silkworm Gu King from his body, "What kind of Gu is good for zombies?"
"Zhizhizhi." The Golden Silkworm Gu King spread its wings and flapped.
"Go on, remember to bring the soul-eating disk back to me when I go to the temple." Nalan Fengjin said.
The Golden Silkworm Gu King flapped its wings and flew away.
The snow at this moment has become very heavy. The hot blood fell on the snow and was covered by the snowflakes. For some reason, the tears in Nalan Fengjin's eyes began to fill the blurred vision. What he saw was Wuming.
The figure of the mage waving his fist vigorously.
Nalan Fengjin recalled the night when she ascended the throne, and the unknown mage ran to her side: "Are there any eggs?"
Nalan Fengjin looked at him in surprise: "Aren't eggs a meat dish?"
The unknown mage looked like an old naughty boy: "Oh, please keep your voice down."
Nalan Fengjin nodded weakly: "Enough, you go to my room to find Xuan Yao."
However, how tragic is he on the battlefield at this moment?
In the blurred eyes of tears, Nalan Fengjin saw that the fighting arhat who seemed to be coming to life before had quietly changed at this time. The eyes that should have been wide-open and glaring at all the evil in the world had gradually changed.
The originally sharp eyes lowered became extremely compassionate, as if a person was about to cry.
"It is benevolent, and it has unlimited power that can be given to humans to help you eliminate the evil in the world. However, the laws of heaven cannot be violated. If you use power that does not belong to you, you will naturally have to pay a price. The human body cannot do this.
The only thing you can bear is to pay the price with your life, or even your soul. This is the weeping Arhat. Arhat is the most unique existence in the Buddhist world. They carry the compassion of the Buddha, but the sword in their hands can cut down evil."
Old Man Snow's voice was a little erratic, as if he was telling a distant story.
Nalan Fengjin's tears fell again. Looking back on so many years, this was the most frustrating battle she had fought. She could only watch her companions sacrifice and blood spilled on the battlefield, but she could only stand, watch, and wait.
Nalan Fengjin clenched his hand and made the deepest determination.
Nalan Xuyan, who was next to her, saw the look in her eyes and already understood in her heart that she was giving up something. Only when she reached the extreme state of mind would she have such ice-like eyes.
In the blur, Nalan Fengjin looked at the figure of the unknown mage, but he did not look back.
The eyes of old man Xuanxue have been chasing the unknown master. This monk and his friends have been friends for many years. Will they face a life-or-death farewell this time? Nalan Fengjin doesn't know.
At this time, a monster roared, raised his hand, and dug his sharp nails into the monk's flesh. The next moment, he bit the monk's neck, raised his head, and a piece of blood flew up.
It was torn apart. "Ah" finally made his first cry in this dull and quiet battlefield, but it was a scream of severe pain.
The monk's blood instantly dyed half of his body red. When he howled miserably, he did not retreat but hugged the monster and pressed him tightly with almost all his strength.