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Li Changan was very upset.
It's not that he's worried about the safety of Luo Yuqing and others.
In fact, the living corpses "born" by these "giant bugs" were just ordinary things. They were able to hold Li Changan back, but they took advantage of surprise. Even if Li Changan doesn't turn around to help, he can easily be dispatched with just a few dragon pictures.
However, this will inevitably interrupt the ritual process and delay the process to some extent. And in this race against time, every delay means one more person will die in the front.
Therefore, when Li Changan killed the living corpses that rushed towards him one by one, and stepped over the slightly broken corpses on the ground with a cold eye, he turned around to apologize.
When he turned around, he was a little surprised.
The imagined scene of the French platform being disturbed and covered with chicken feathers did not appear.
On the altar, Luo Yuqing was still summoning gods and chanting incantations. Everyone under the altar was in an orderly manner under the command of Long Tu and other Taoist priests, just as before. However, there were more fallen corpses on the ground, and there was an additional golden-armored general on the stage.
This general's face is white and beardless, with slender eyes and long eyebrows. He holds two maces and has golden armor and red robes.
He... no, maybe "He" is more appropriate.
He floats in the curls of light smoke, his figure is somewhere between reality and reality, his whole body is dimly lit, and he holds a streamer behind his back to catch the wind.
If the Taoist priest has realized something: Taoist priest Xishi mentioned earlier that Luo Yuqing was protected by a divine general. Could it be that he was the one?
as expected.
"...Sweep away the Gangfeng to welcome the emperor, support Taoism and save the good people. Now I have a request to come, and I will give you Lei Weijia to support you."
Sing the prayer in one breath.
Luo Laodao suddenly jumped up and went to pull the skirt of the god general's clothes. The god general seemed to have been prepared, and flew lightly to the top of Lao Dao's head, leaving Lao Dao angrily and yelling:
"You, Cao Shoutan, are just enjoying the incense and not doing anything serious!"
Cao Shenjiang had a cold face and ignored him completely.
The old Taoist refused to give up: "Let me ask you, that day in Juzhou City, I was doused with boiling water by that junior, why didn't you come out?"
Li Changan paused, feeling quite embarrassed. He thought that the god general still wouldn't answer, but who knew that he raised his long eyebrows and asked indifferently.
"Are you dead?"
Taoist Luo's old face turned into pig liver: "That's on Netherworld Road, Taoist, I almost made flower fertilizer, why don't you show up?!"
God curled his lips and said one more sentence.
"Are you dead?"
The old Taoist jumped in anger.
"If that's the case, why does it pop up again now?!"
God will neither be slow nor slow.
"Because you're going to die."
"Bah! You're the one who wants to die..." The old Taoist cursed without thinking, but then slapped his forehead, "Oh! I'm confused, this is not the time to argue with you."
"Long Tu, Xishi and that junior..."
He turned around and called the names of several Taoist priests and Li Changan in the audience.
"Although this guy is a bastard god who won't interfere with the misfortunes and blessings of the world, he is still useful in protecting a altar. You guys should hurry up and help General Lu."
"But, this altar ceremony..." Xishi hesitated.
"It doesn't matter."
Luo Yuqing waved her hand.
"The most complicated ritual of 'inviting the gods' has been completed, and only one person is left to guide the remaining steps. Besides..."
His expression became extremely serious.
"If we don't come forward to help, I'm afraid the front won't be able to support it."
Several people turned around to look after hearing this, only to see more and more special zombies joining the battlefield, almost shattering the defense line into pieces. In particular, a few monsters that looked like giant wolves were wreaking havoc, and they were clearly suspected to be "犼" monsters.
Li Changan nodded.
Turn around and quickly step forward to join the battle.
…………
"Five emperors and five dragons, descending light and moving wind..."
The fierce battle lasts no time.
I don't know when a strong wind arose, kicking up the billowing smoke and dust, and also blew away the chanting voice of the veteran Taoist behind him, making it almost inaudible. I could barely see him on the stage with his hair disheveled like a lunatic, but he didn't know when the thunder would arrive.
Li Changan silently withdrew his gaze and focused on the battle situation in front of him again.
Although the joining of a few people injected fresh fighting power, the line was still getting irreversibly thinner, and there were naturally more and more corpses lying on the ground.
"Click."
Another fence collapsed under the load.
Piles of living corpses swarmed in. A dozen soldiers in front of them hurriedly handed over their weapons, but in the blink of an eye, they were thrown to the ground by the living corpses who did not care about life and death, and the defense line was opened again.
A general called loudly to the people behind him to block the opening, but a figure flashed before his eyes, and a Taoist robe had already emerged from the crowd.
Li Changan rushed, dwarfed, and rolled, flickering and jumping around in the fighting formation, the sword light in his hand flowing endlessly.
The tide of corpses coming up from the gap immediately slowed down, allowing him to rush into the group of corpses and rescue a few remaining soldiers from the mouths of the living corpses. In an instant, the tide of corpses became more fierce, and the Taoist priest did not dare to stop. Then he had to turn back and retreat into the formation. But before he could catch his breath, a living corpse with long arms like knives appeared and chopped into pieces the few soldiers he risked saving.
The Taoist exhaled a foul breath, silently took out the talisman and beheaded him to death.
At this time, the tide of corpses came again. The Taoist priest only took two steps back, and then a clump of spears came out, hitting the living corpses to a bloody pulp.
The soldiers in the back row finally got into formation and came up to fight.
During the battle, Li Changan silently gathered his strength.
He raised his head and looked around: under the banner of the Chinese army, the veteran figure stood like a pine tree; further away, there was a charm attached to the sword in Long Tu's hand, and he was holding magic formulas and chanting words; further away, it was obscured by smoke and dust, making it blurry. Can't see clearly. Only the shouts of death and screams filled the ears, not even the howling of the wind could hold them back.
In front, living corpses are still coming in an endless stream. Seeing this, Li Changan could not help but think of the flying sword given to him by Yan Xinglie. If he had this sword, he would have been able to postpone the defeat of the battle. But no matter what, the sword was just an unfinished sword embryo after all. It was used on the mountain a few days ago, and now it is still warming up the sword energy, so it is not ready for use for the time being.
While thinking.
Another giant living corpse appeared in front of the battle formation.
Li Changan's eyes were sharp and he rubbed himself up.
…………
"Spread moisture widely and assist Thunder Lord..."
I don't know when, a heavy rain came down, suppressing the smoke and dust, and kneading the blood and mud on the ground into one color.
The battle lines are shaky.
A living corpse broke through the defense line and was about to rush towards the altar. However, a soldier rushed over and rolled down together with the living corpse. Even though his neck was chewed to bits, he refused to let go. He only waited for his companions. Withdrawing his hand, seven or eight long thatch sticks came down and smashed the living corpse into the mud along with Pao Ze's body.
And under the altar, which was about ten steps away, corpses were in a mess, and the god general, holding two maces, stood in the blood stained ground.
Under the banner of the Chinese Army, where the fighting was the most brutal, the corpses had been piled up into a low wall. The veteran general was leading the tooth soldiers to kill them hard. As for the military commander, he had died in the battle long ago.
Li Changan had a clear view of all this, but he couldn't do anything, probably because... He breathed heavily, not caring about swallowing the rain, blood, and corpse odor into his chest, but keeping a watchful eye with cold eyes. all around.
The surrounding area was slightly empty, and there were only eight living corpses surrounding it.
But these eight living corpses are all shaped like giant wolves. Their fine scales glow coldly under the wash of rain. Although the clothes on their bodies are tattered and stained with mud, they can be vaguely seen as extremely luxurious brocade cassocks. Several of them still had tattered hats hanging around their necks, barely recognizable as Vairocana crowns.
Oh, the specialty of Thousand Buddhas Temple: the flesh Buddha, and the flesh Buddha turned into a corpse.
The Taoist priest silently touched the talisman bag on his waist, which contained a positive talisman.
However.
Empty.
It's all used up. Like his mana and physical strength, they had been exhausted by the brutal fighting.
The Taoist bared his teeth and looked at the zombies rushing towards them. His long sword shook and let out a sword roar in the wind and rain.
"bring it on!"
In an instant.
Taoist priests and corpses, sharp swords and claws, must decide life and death.
Sudden.
Above the sky, among the thunderclouds, there seemed to be something invisible and insubstantial, but as vast as the ocean and as heavy as a mountain, weighing down.
The pressure was so strong that the violent wind choked, the heavy rain held its breath, the soldiers stopped fighting in a daze, the surging tide of corpses stopped surging, and even the corpse beside the Taoist priest whimpered and crawled to the ground like a dog.
"Thunderbolt."
There were some shrill and weird sounds on his body. The Taoist priest subconsciously looked down and saw clusters of "burrs" growing on the surface of his clothes, and from time to time, very light static electricity appeared.
"This is?"
"boom!"
There was a roar of thunder, as if a heavy hammer had been struck against the eardrum.
Immediately afterwards.
Brilliant white light filled his eyes.
