The inexplicable dark clouds gathered above the underground palace of Famen Temple, and lightning and thunder were seen within a radius of dozens of miles. Especially after the lightning fell, clusters of crimson flames surged, which were very eye-catching in the night, and people immediately saw something strange.
"What's going on?"
In a mulberry tree field about ten miles away from Famen Temple, more than ten Indian practitioners suddenly emerged.
These are monks from East and West China. Mulberry trees are widely planted in South China, but almost no one is planted in East and West China. At this time, when the mulberries are ripe, these monks of India were able to arrive at Famen Temple, but they happened to pass through this large mulberry field. Some of them had eaten mulberries and were immediately delighted and greeted the group of people to eat happily in this mulberry field.
These mulberries are sweet and sour, but they are easy to dye. These Indian practitioners are purple-red in pieces, especially when they have their mouths, and their mouths are purple-black, as if they are poisoned.
"This is someone's magic weapon to attract thunder!" A middle-aged short-haired monk wearing a greasy leather robe in this already hot weather quickly saw the clues, "I heard that the person on the flying corpse had two thunder fire cups, which could use a lot of gold and iron to activate the thunder."
"Is Master Feizi who wants to eat alone?" Several East Tianzhu monks immediately cursed, "Although he is an eighth-grade monk, we join forces, how can we let him do this?"
"Let's hurry up!" The group of people suddenly made a sound of whizzing through the air like arrows leaving the string.
After the war of intercepting and killing Buddhist sons outside the pass many years ago, the entire Western Regions practice world was greatly damaged. Even though many practice areas have a long history and are quite profound, over the years, a total of eight-grade monks have emerged in the Western Regions Buddhist Sect.
Among them, Master Baoxiang, an eighth-grade monk from Zhongtianzhu, realized the truth in Chang'an, and disappeared afterwards. So, those who came to Fufeng County, except for the Vajra Master Vajra Pra, the only one of the eighth-grade masters in the Buddha Sect is left. There is also a casual cultivator in the surname Hu, who is also an eighth-grade cultivator from a small country like Magadha, but this casual cultivator from the Central Indianzhu Buddha Sect was invited by the Vajra Pra. The Vajra Pradesh in Western India is not very much in dealing with other Buddhist sects. In this way,
Although in terms of overall strength, it was originally the strongest in Western Tianzhu and Southern Tianzhu, with the largest Buddhist temples and the largest number of practitioners, Vajra Baru did not act with the other Western Tianzhu practitioners. The remaining Western Tianzhu practitioners were in a very awkward situation. They simply secretly colluded with the monks in Eastern Tianzhu. Although there were no eighth-grade monks among these ten people, they all brought powerful magic weapons from the masters. Relying on the large number of people, they were also very worried about the eighth-grade monks.
In fact, for those of them, they have to get benefits from traveling through mountains and rivers to the Tang Dynasty. As for whether to get benefits from the people of the Tang Dynasty or from other Western Regions practitioners, it doesn’t matter at all.
boom!
These Western Regions practitioners had already used all their strength to fly away, but after flying for a few miles, they saw a loud explosion suddenly coming from the place where the thunder and fire fell in Famen Temple. Countless fire-broken woods were shaken to the sky, and a dazzling golden light ball rose below. Then the light ball spread out colorful glow, instantly covering most of the Famen Temple.
Even though they were so far away, these Western Regions practitioners felt a powerful magical qi spreading like a tide.
"Such a strong breath of magical power!"
These Western Regions practitioners' eyes were red.
The flying corpse must have used force to break the method and forcibly break the underground palace.
Even if the flying corpse cannot sweep everything away, they feel that the few things with the most magical powers are swept away by him.
The true qi in these people's bodies has been stimulating to the extreme. In the darkness, light balls have formed outside each body, which is very eye-catching.
There were troops guarding the outside of Famen Temple. These people were two miles away from Famen Temple. Many braziers suddenly lit up in front of them, and several loud shouts sounded at the same time, "The person who came stopped, please inform us of your name!"
These Western Region practitioners came close to each other and felt that the magical power was extremely grand. They were anxious. Instead, they kept cursing, "Stop it!"
They forgot that this is Tang Realm.
Many of the army in India were not only loose, but when they met powerful practitioners, especially those of the Buddhist sect, they were like seeing a living Buddha. The generals in charge wanted to nod and bow to curry favor with them.
However, the Tang army was strict in military discipline. Even if the inside of the Famen Temple is now in a state of chaos, the guards outside will only follow the previous orders. If someone breaks through, he will kill him.
Before these people could finish their words, the sound of heart-wrenching arrows breaking through the air was already shocking.
“…!”
These Western Regions practitioners saw the dense arrows like locusts, and their faces changed drastically. Unexpectedly, the army here would start to do anything at all. But seeing that they were just shooting at ordinary arrows, these Western Regions practitioners felt that they could not do anything to them.
However, what they did not expect was that as soon as the arrow rain fell, two of them were thumping, and even screaming was enough to fall down before they could even scream.
"Stop! Stop!"
These Western Regions practitioners were shocked and their figures paused, and they shouted, "It was your Yuchi Dian who invited us!"
As soon as these people stopped, the rain of arrows stopped instantly.
The Indian monk who fell beside the two men leaned down and looked down. He saw that there was a blood hole between the eyebrows and the brains kept gushing out. He was already dead and could not die any more.
The wound was very round and obviously not injured by arrows.
A Buddhist monk from Western India was named Zhixing. Seeing this, he suddenly screamed in anger, "These Tang people are too sinister, and some powerful practitioners take the opportunity to attack!"
At this time, the general of Fufeng County who ordered the arrow troops to shoot was named Huang Bohan, who was responsible for contacting these Western Region monks outside the Famen Temple. At this time, hearing Zhixing's angry cursing, he asked a translator next to him, "What are you Indians saying?"
The translator said the truth, and Huang Bohan immediately cursed, "Fuck, where are there any powerful practitioners from here who are sneak attacking you!"
He himself is only at the sixth level of cultivation. Among the Arrow Army and the Cavalry outside, there is no one with a higher cultivation level than him, so he scolds him with confidence, and even thinks that these Indians are deliberately making trouble.
These practitioners in East and West China are almost the same cultivation level. They were killed two of them as soon as they met. At this time, they were not arrogant at all. When Huang Bohan scolded them, none of these people dared to scold them back. Only one of them spoke weakly, "Where is General Yuchi Dian?"
Huang Bohan sneered, "You are here to sign up, I will verify it correctly, and I will immediately report to General Yuchi."
He had just finished saying this, and there was another loud noise in the Famen Temple, and the ground was shaking violently. The practitioners were fine, but the true energy in their bodies shaking, and they immediately stabilized their bodies, but many soldiers were unstable and fell down one after another.
These Western practitioners looked around and saw that the colorful Buddha light had already enveloped the entire Famen Temple. When the loud noise came out, a brown dust mist gushed out from the ground, and a vaguely heard the chanting of the Buddhist scriptures.
"I am Master Zhixing, Xitianzhu!"
"I am the Masaint of the East Heavenly Kingdom!"
These Western Regions practitioners were both anxious and helpless, and could only quickly report their names one by one.
But there was a different scene inside the Famen Temple.
Under the previous bombardment of thunder and fire, the remaining half of the wooden tower completely collapsed. Countless crossbow arrows wrapped around the lightning and pierced into the broken wood ignited by the thunder and fire. Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the burning broken wood exploded. A layer of crystal golden light appeared on the ground. Then the golden light was pulled down by the crossbow arrows and struck countless holes. The ground suddenly had a hissing sound, and a cold air flow rushed up from the top of the underground palace and rushed out of the ground in an instant.
Yuchi Dian was already sweating profusely. When the cold air blew out, he felt as if his whole body was soaked in ice water, cold to the bone.
The breath of magical powers spreading out like a tide in the underground palace still made him think of entering the underground palace to practice, but at this time the cold breath blew, and he clearly felt a powerful evil smell from the breath of magical powers.
"Use black dog blood!"
This made him subconsciously issue a military order.
Many sergeants immediately opened the sealed clay pot and quickly applied the blood inside to the red line.
The thunder in the sky was getting more and more sparse, but the yin energy above the underground palace was gushing violently, mud waves rolled, and cracks began to appear on the ground.
Dong!
Suddenly, there was a dull collision, as if something extremely heavy fell down on the top of the underground palace and hit the ground hard.
At this time, the flying corpse man in the underground palace had already forgotten himself. He was addicted to the extreme pleasure of forming the second magical power. When the cold air around him swept over him like a wave, making him unable to breathe, the boiling true energy in his body suddenly calmed down, and he woke up.
He was shocked in an instant.
The flames penetrated from above the head, burning wood and soil continued to fall, and a piece of burning fell in the middle of the underground palace had collapsed. However, what was even more terrifying was that a huge white jade jar fell in front of the white jade treasure tent. Among the people sitting cross-legged in front of the white jade treasure tent, three of the people who were smashed into pieces of mud, but the blood flowing from the bottom of the jar was all brown at this time, and there were fine brown fragments mixed in the blood.
This big white jade jar is as tall as two people. The jar seems to be full of liquid and is constantly shaking.
The next moment, a golden light faintly emitted from the tank, and a bright red color in the large white jade jar was like a sea of ​​blood. A golden figure was suspended in the center of the sea of ​​blood. It was a bald monk sitting cross-legged.
The flying corpse felt inexplicably frightened, and his heart seemed to be pinched with his hands. At this moment, someone spoke out, his voice was very confused, "What happened?"
"What's wrong?"
"What's going on?"
The flying corpse man then discovered that among all the monks sitting in front of the White Jade Treasure Treasure Treasure, Pantuo, Mana and Wahan, all woke up, but the other monks were still in meditation. Even if a few were next to the big white jade jar, brown blood had spread under them, there was no reaction at all.
It was not until this time that all the perceptions of the flying corpse seemed to be restored, and his mind recovered his thinking ability.
First of all, he felt that Pantuo, magic power, and Wahan had indeed been promoted to the eighth level, and his magical powers and qi were surging, but at the same time, he felt that the qi and blood of these three people were declining, and he felt that they were completely overdrawn.
Then he felt itchy all over his body, and he reached out to scratch the connection between his unbearable neck and shoulders, and saw only a layer of brown powder in his nails.
"itch!"
"It's so itchy!"
The next moment, Pantuo, Mana Power, and Wahan suddenly screamed and scratched their bodies like crazy.
Chapter completed!