"what's going on?"
After the Ajna Celestial Eye was officially opened, Pei Wende finally saw clearly what was happening under the clouds with the help of the civet cat's perspective.
It seemed to be a team escorting something. Hundreds of elite soldiers were holding swords, bows and crossbows, confronting and fighting the mountain spirits and ghosts outside.
Looking around, Pei Wende even saw the whereabouts of some monsters among the mountain spirits.
However, compared to the battle formation formed by monsters and soldiers, it was Monk Zhuang and the resurrected corpse at the front of the battlefield that attracted the most attention.
Waving his Zen staff and covered in bronze, Monk Zhuang is like an Arhat descended from the world. Every move he makes can knock away a mountain spirit and clear a huge space.
Through the Ajna Celestial Eye, Pei Wende discovered that although the monk had not cultivated a golden body, his physical strength was comparable to a real golden body.
Especially the characteristic that is as solid as a copper bell is a powerful attribute that ordinary Buddhist golden bodies do not have.
On the other hand, the spirits that participated in the siege of Monk Zhuang, even the mandrills as powerful as giant bears, could not really break the opponent's defense, let alone hurt the opponent.
In addition, the resurrected zombies who cooperated with Monk Zhuang also showed a shocking fighting style.
As a living zombie between life and death, the powerful undead attribute allows the resurrected zombie to ignore ordinary physical attacks and trade injuries with the spirits in an almost crazy manner.
You rip off my arm, and I'll rip off your head...
The thigh was removed and replaced with a beast's hoof on the spot...
As the battle continued, the bodies of the resurrected corpses became increasingly weird.
Bear's arms, wolf's claws, mandrill's thighs...
The resurrected corpse is like an ever-growing suture monster that uses the corpses of its enemies to fulfill its own life, displaying a terrifying level of immortality.
However, no matter how amazing the fighting prowess of Monk Zhuang, the Resurrection Corpse, and the warriors of the Shence Battalion were, the mountain spirits and ghosts that participated in besieging them seemed to be endless, emerging from the mountains on both sides of the country road in a steady stream.
To be honest, just watching this almost "tide of beasts" scene was enough to refresh Pei Wende's knowledge.
Because he had never known that there were so many mountain spirits and ghosts hidden at the foot of Weishan Mountain.
And why would these mountain spirits and ghosts who always avoid the world come out in full force to target this special escort team?
"Little master, look there!"
While Pei Wende was thinking carefully, Zhang Wending shifted his gaze and looked at the center of the escort team.
That was the aura that Zhang Wending noticed at the beginning, and it was also a rather simple-looking wooden box.
However, under the perspective of his eyes, what Zhang Wending saw was a luxurious brocade coat wrapped in a wooden box, and a huge wooden sign wrapped in the brocade coat.
"plaque?"
It took only one glance to identify what the wooden plaque was, but before Pei Wende could continue to take a closer look, a sudden golden light obscured their prying eyes.
Not only that, the golden light that suddenly bloomed was like the most awe-inspiring light in the world, covering the entire place in an instant.
tumultuous!
Under the golden light, the mountain elves and wild monsters that were still besieging the convoy began to wail, and various parts of their bodies began to fester as if they had been dissolved by strong acid.
In an instant, the originally huge beast tide quickly dissipated, leaving only messy corpses on the ground.
"this……"
Just when Monk Zhuang breathed a sigh of relief and was about to turn his head to see the source of the golden light, the expression of the resurrected corpse suddenly changed drastically.
"careful!"
Upon hearing this blurted warning, Monk Zhuang immediately rolled sideways without looking back, just dodging a fatal wind blade.
Tear...
Just like cutting through a thin piece of paper, the sharp wind blade directly left a ravine up to one meter deep on the surface.
Monk Zhuang simply couldn't imagine whether his body could have withstood such a terrifying blow without the reminder from the resurrected corpse.
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"Hey, this has been avoided!"
With a small murmur, the invisible wind began to gather in front of the convoy not far away, and eventually formed a white spirit like an antelope.
"Fei Lian?"
Staring forward with wide eyes, the voice of the resurrected corpse seemed suppressed and low - because he had recognized the reality of the spirit.
The hair on his body is as white as snow, with features similar to leopard prints.
The body looks like an elk, but it has a pair of antelope horns.
In addition, the most striking feature of this monster is its bird-like head and reptile-like tail.
"Huh? I didn't expect that there would be someone in this place who could recognize me?"
Although it is a mammal, it has a head like a bird and a tail like a reptile.
This spirit, which the resurrected corpse calls "Fei Lian", obviously belongs to the kind of reserve monster that has opened up its meridians and is in the stage of transformation.
It's just that Fei Lian's transformation object is obviously not a human being, but some kind of demon that also has the shape of nine orifices.
Referring to the name Feilian and its ability to control the wind...
The reference object for the transformation of this spirit is obviously the wind god passed down from ancient times in the Xiangchu area.
Or to be more precise, this is an elk that accidentally awakened to the power of wind and was worshiped as a wind god by some mountain people.
"Fei Lian! It is a rare opportunity for you to inherit the name of 'Wind God' and walk the path of Incense and Fire."
"Now that you show up here and start killing people, aren't you afraid of degenerating into an evil god like the 'Houting Clan'?!"
In the impression of the resurrected corpse, very few spirits can take the divine way before transforming.
On the one hand, this is certainly due to chance, but on the other hand, it is also because the things that need to be paid attention to and the price to pay are too high.
Especially "Fei Lian", a wind god who is inherently unclear about good and evil, will degenerate into the "Houtian clan" who brings disaster if he is not careful.
By that time, unless the Taoist soul is cultivated by chance, it will forever be reduced to a moving typhoon without self and thought.
"Fallen? That's just a choice!"
Fei Lian jumped on the spot a few times with a relaxed expression. As an elf in the wind, Fei Lian's character also appeared to be very out of touch, and it seemed that no one present took him seriously.
"Besides, as long as I kill you and seize your escort items, it doesn't matter if I don't follow the divine way!"
As soon as this was said, everyone present fell silent.
Because after seeing Fei Lian's amazing wind blade, no one would doubt whether the other party's words were a joke.
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