There was endless howling among the flags and banners.
Taigong's rush shook like chaff.
"If you look at this flag, this... among the eighteen ghost soldiers, there are at least four here."
"Brother, have you also researched the deployment of troops in the Yin and Yang Realm?"
"Alas, I have been unlucky enough to find out about this problem throughout my life and death."
While Taigong Chong was speaking, a huge iron ball suddenly rose into the sky above the flag banner.
"Eight hundred Bodhidharma."
Taigong shouted: "It's the Eight Hundred Bodhidharma."
Suche put the arrow on the bowstring and looked at the iron ball in the distance with a solemn expression.
Eight Hundred Bodhidharma, is there something about Shaolin Temple involved?
"What do these iron balls mean? Are there eight hundred in total?"
"The ghost soldiers in the realm have not been fighting for a long time. You outsiders have long forgotten the power of the ghost soldiers." Taigong Chong looked at the iron ball in the distance: "The Buddha in the West calls the Dharma Bodhidharma to call the power of this soldier So strong."
"The so-called Eight Hundred Bodhidharma is that eight hundred ghost cultivators who have reached the seventh level of cultivation control this black iron ball at the same time. They borrow the characteristic of ghost cultivators who are invisible and have substance and can move around in any size."
Taigong Chong explained.
"Imagine eight hundred Taoist monks or Buddhist monks, each other's magic power is gathered in one place. Although it is powerful, the magic power practiced is different, and the skills are also different, and there are some disturbances in each other's energy. If we want to talk about these magic powers To sort them out one by one to form a joint force requires great supernatural powers."
"But these eight hundred Bodhidharma have taken a different approach. Even though each of the ghost cultivators has its own unique characteristics, generally speaking, they all belong to the Xuanyin lineage. The eight hundred ghost cultivators each shrunk their bodies to the size of chickens and attached themselves to the iron ball at the same time. There is no need to use Any magical formation can focus on one place."
"Imagine that there are hundreds of these iron balls rising above the battle formation, and thousands of ghost cultivators are working together. If it doesn't move, it will be like a mountain falling apart."
Lu Bai looked at the iron ball in the distance: "It's so powerful, why don't we avoid its edge first?"
"The art of war has a saying, a majestic formation, an upright flag." Taigong said sternly: "The flags and flags are all surrounded by hunting grounds, where can we retreat?"
"What do you mean?"
Lu Bai asked.
"Let's surrender. The art of war also says that it is unlucky to kill prisoners."
"Old lady, I finally understand."
Lu Bai looked at Taigong Chong and said.
"Um?"
"You're just a piece of crap."
Suche frowned.
The situation has become obvious, Sikong Tu is an enemy rather than a friend.
The best strategy is also a safe one. If the iron ball hits it and it is really unstoppable, then open the Qingdi Treasure Garden and put all Lu Bai and Taigong Chong inside.
Sikongtu has millions of ghost soldiers, how can he deal with this ancient relic?
This is certainly complete, but if the information about Qingdi Baoyuan in his hands is revealed, wouldn't the previous hard work of letting Wu Zhiqi take the blame be in vain?
The middle strategy is to let Taigong Chong act as an envoy to reveal his identity as the envoy of Beimang Ghost Ancestral Palace. Regardless of whether it is true or not, as long as Sikong Tu throws the rat weapon, it will be considered a success.
But this is tantamount to placing life and death in someone else's hands. Who knows what kind of temper this old ghost Sikong Tu is?
So we still have to take the next step.
Suche glanced at Taigong Chong next to him.
"Since Taixiong doesn't want to reveal everything to Zuo, Zuo wants to achieve the reputation of being too fierce."
"Ah, don't."
Taigong Chong recalled the "good deeds" done by Mr. Zuo and waved his hand quickly.
"Sikong Tu, how dare you, a cowardless person like you, offend Grand Master Chong's might?"
Suche bent his bow and nocked an arrow, and the third arrow went straight towards the iron ball.
The dim light suddenly appeared, and all the evil force spread along the long zhe-colored arrow.
There was a loud bang.
The famous "Eight Hundred Bodhidharma" actually fell in response.
The roars of ghosts under the flags stopped for a moment.
"Shooted down?"
Taigong Chong looked at the rapidly falling iron ball and was stunned for a moment.
Not really.
Suche looked at the double-headed snake bow in his hand.
When did I become so powerful?
The arrow he just released was about nine times as powerful as the first arrow, and ordinary seventh-level masters would not be able to catch it.
But when it comes to dealing with the "Eight Hundred Bodhidharma" that the Grand Duke said "Eight Hundred and Seventh Grade Ghost Cultivators use ingenious thinking and magic to combine their efforts", it is definitely not even a little bit worse.
Sikongtu, who was sitting on the bronze chariot, clenched the chilong jade horn in his hand and secretly said a good arrow.
With this arrow here, you can save a lot of trouble when settling accounts.
Sikong Tu calculated what he had reported to Xue Shaojun before that he had six sets of "Eight Hundred Bodhidharma" under his command.
Each set of Xue Shaojun's side will be based on the various resources provided by the 888th grade ghost cultivator. If the six sets are added together, that is 6408th grade ghost cultivator.
According to his original intention, since the eight hundred Bodhidharmas are all composed of seventh-grade ghost cultivators, relevant resources should be allocated according to the seventh-grade ghost cultivators.
However, Xue Shaojun led the other ghost commanders and refused to do it, saying that unless they were allowed to verify one by one, they would be given resources according to the ninth grade ghost cultivator.
Just kidding, why would Sikongtu ask them to do the counting and verification?
If there are 6,400 eighth-grade ghost cultivators in the Yin-Yang Realm with the same orders, how can the title of the No. 1 Ghost Dao Holy Land in Middle-earth be given up to the Beimang Ghost Ancestral Palace?
In the end, everyone took a step back and decided to distribute various resources according to the rations of eighth-grade ghost cultivators.
During the last few meetings, the matter of recalculating the number of ghost cultivators in the Eight Hundred Bodhidharma was brought up.
I don’t know what means Xue Shaojun used, but the other four old ghosts actually agreed.
Five to one, the others were so determined that Sikong Tu couldn't stop him anymore, otherwise it wouldn't be true that he was taking free money.
Sikong Tu gently tapped the tail of the horse on the palm of his hand, and suddenly gave instructions to the knights riding the ghosts of dead horses on both sides of the chariot.
"Give me the order and send out three more Eight Hundred Bodhidharmas to test his strength."
At the sound of the command, three iron balls immediately rose into the air.
Wrapped in layers of dark energy, green light flooded out from the three huge iron balls like waves, making the light dazzling and ghosts crying to shake their souls.
Tai Gongchong looked at Su Che, and then at the "Eight Hundred Bodhidharma" rising up in the air and arranged in a Z-shaped pattern.
He muttered words, and his words were full of disbelief.
"It shouldn't be. Even a fifth-grade master cannot break the Eight Hundred Bodhidharma so easily."
Suche also had some doubts under his words.
Could it be that his skill has improved by leaps and bounds again?
Or is this Nine Yuan Jidu secret arrow really so terrifying?
If he was really so powerful, Yu Liong would still be thinking about the "Secret Technique of the Six Dragons Returning to the Sun". When he met an enemy, he would directly take out the secret arrow of Jidu and use it with his third-grade cultivation level. If not the Master of Mo Dharma, he would be killed by the arrow.
Su Che looked at Zhe Se Chang Ya behind him. With his current level of cultivation, he could only fire two more arrows at most.
Forget it, let’s try again.
Suche bent his bow again, and another secret arrow flew out.
This arrow fell majestically to the ground like moonlight, and was even more powerful. Under the ripples of Jidu's star power, it was as bright as a shooting star.
Bang, bang, bang.
Three pops.
The three "Eight Hundred Bodhidharmas" that had just taken off were unable to fight back and fell to the ground one after another.
Sikong held the chi horn with his bare hands and almost laughed out loud.
These arrows are really good.
An attendant hurried back and reported softly.
"Commander Qi, we have found out that this Taigong Chong is the Black Feather Demon Messenger under Xue Shaojun in the realm. Although he is not a confidant, he is still a person who does things."
Wonderful, wonderful.
"What a thief, Grandpa, you are trying to seduce a foreign thief, and you dare to destroy my eight hundred Bodhidharma."
Among the six ghost commanders, the big ghost in charge of the troops let out a loud roar.
"Left and right, who and I will capture this beast?"
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