With Tiandeng Ancient Town as the boundary, ten chariots formed an army. The light patterns of the array were undulating, and they were extremely powerful, pressing towards Qianxian Town.
At this time, Qianxian Town had fallen, and Buddhist monks were stationed there. The monks who once lived in the town fled and scattered.
Only the largest number of mortals can't leave.
The two towns are thousands of miles apart. Before Lingu's army pressed on, eight monks had already blocked the road. They had different appearances, but they were all solemn. Some are carrying pagodas, some are holding halberds, some are wrapped in cassocks, or they are accompanied by strange birds.
There is a Buddha statue behind everyone, and the Buddha's light shines through, dispelling the haze.
The eight tribes of Tianlong gathered together for the first time in the Northern Wilderness, and those who came this time were all Great Buddha cultivators.
With the strength of eight people, they can accomplish the great feat of blocking thousands of armies and ten thousand horses.
On Lingu's side, there was an army of monks. An old man at the head looked away coldly, as if he had known his opponent's situation early. He said nothing and waved the formation flag in his hand.
The next moment, countless thick arrows engraved with spell patterns disappeared and gathered into rain, covering the eight monks.
winter! winter! winter!
War drums beat.
The Buddha's light blooms.
A giant golden dragon coiled low in the sky, blocking all the arrows. The dragon roared in waves with a terrifying momentum.
Suddenly a monk flew out from under the giant dragon. The thing he held in his hand was able to grow in the wind, and in an instant it turned into a giant tower.
On the other side, a monk stepped on the dragon's back and jumped up. His figure suddenly rose up to ten feet in the air. After a while, he twisted and revealed his true body with three heads and six arms.
Me!
Well!
Woolen cloth!
Bah!
mum!
Hum!
The six-character motto of Buddhism was struck out first, imprinted on the void, and everything around it was condensed and frozen.
A monk's eyes were bleeding, and a pair of Buddha's eyes were projected from the sky. As far as he could see, Monk Lingu, who was in the front row, had a stiff expression. Then he made a Vajra-glare look and controlled his magic weapon to turn against himself.
Boom——
Suddenly a scorching sun appeared in the sky. Elder Lingu's robe was hunting, and he pressed it with both hands. The round of Yuan Dan that had been refined for thousands of years was suppressed like a meteorite falling.
Brilliant Danhui, majestic. It seems that he wants to fight against the eight Buddhist disciples on his own.
"Grandpa, let me help you."
Yin Lin, the 16th Shensha cultivator in Lin Valley who was only in his thirties, also released Yuan Dan, with six red pills surrounding his body. Under the influence of the two powers of Shensha...
bang,
It hit the great elder Lingu.
"puff!"
The old man was bleeding from all his orifices, and he looked down in disbelief at his great-grandson who had always regarded him as a treasure.
"Amitabha!"
A monk crossed the battlefield and appeared beside the old man.
Then it transformed into a huge golden-winged bird, opened its mouth, and swallowed the huge Yuan Dan like the scorching sun.
This scene, the changes in the field, shocked the battlefield to a halt.
The great-grandson of the great elder lowered his head as if he did not dare to look at the old man's face, "Your road has come to an end and you will not be able to achieve Tiangang. Why don't you give me the Yuan Dan, and I can take them and embark on the path to immortality."
They are connected by blood and inherit each other's magical powers.
The Yuan Dan condensed by Gu Yuan Gong also has this characteristic.
But I never expected that these words would actually come out of Lingu Yinlin's mouth. The person who betrayed Lingu turned out to be the great-grandson of Lingu's most talented elder.
But the group of monks had already expected it and had an extremely tacit understanding.
As the great elder was captured alive.
On the Lingu side, I felt chilled all over.
The golden-winged bird spread its wings and soared around the army. It did not cause any killing, but persuaded the monk army to surrender.
The first Buddhist war seemed to end with a great victory for Buddhism.
until--
A wisp of frost condensed on the wings of the Garuda.
A divine sword came speeding from the sky.
With a sudden movement, he was inserted into the place where the two parties were fighting.
Katcha~~~~
Katcha~~~~
Frost is spreading.
The ground quickly solidified.
Above the divine sword, an ice crystal mirror condensed in the air, and a barefoot woman in red robe slowly walked out of the ice crystal.
The golden-winged bird ignored the frost that quickly covered its body, but stared at the red-robed woman and asked:
"Fairy Hongyu, didn't you go to Shanyin City with the team? When did you come back?"
Hongyu didn't answer. His eyes turned around the golden-winged bird, the great elder with declining aura, and the Eight Buddhas. In the next moment, the world was frozen.
boom!
!
The golden-winged bird smashed into the ice crystal, its wings rolled up, and the eight Buddhist disciples, the great elder and their great-grandson were all taken away.
The golden stream of light flashed in the sky and disappeared.
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Things in this world will most likely not go as planned.
So in the congratulations, there will be "all the best" and "everything goes well".
Logically speaking, Chen Qingyan has been planning and operating the business diligently and cautiously for nearly ten years.
Finally, I became a monk.
The situation should be open and the road should be smooth all the way.
but it is not the truth.
Reality cannot be what he wants.
Not only was it unsatisfactory, it almost caused his plan to fail.
The northern crossing had a huge impact.
As bad news came back one after another. It only took Chen Qingyan a few days to quickly accept the pain of the planned suspension and cheer up.
His layout did not fall short.
But if it were a few months later, such as during the Buddhist attack, to gather the monk families in various towns, then everything would be too late.
Nowadays, Buddhism is so powerful that at least the thirty-two ancient towns that have been occupied so far are the territory of Buddhism.
The five Lingyue towns he managed with all his heart have also fallen into the hands of Leiyin Temple. Buddhist disciples are walking around the town. If he tries to win over them at this time, those family members already know that the situation has changed. How can they easily agree?
Although I haven't done my best yet.
Very different from what was imagined.
But at any rate, Chen Qingyan's original goal of forming a force of his own was achieved.
With the first batch of people, it will be much easier to do what you want to do in the future.
The land is here.
It doesn’t matter who the person in heaven is.
As long as this land still belongs to them, as long as the people in heaven still need them, that's enough - this idea was extinguished the next day.
He made an important decision.
——Leave Beihuang!
Chen Qingyan received news every day and made this decision in the first battle of the war between the monk army and the Buddhist monks.
In the first battle of Lin Valley, a great elder was lost, and Yin Lin, who was valued by countless people, was betrayed.
Although Fairy Hongyu took action later and turned the situation around, taking back seventeen ancient towns in a row, everything seemed to be going in the right direction.
But Chen Qingyan was even less optimistic about Lingu, let alone Beihuang.
Leiyin Temple has been planning the Northern Wasteland for so long that it has penetrated into every aspect. Even Yinlin can betray him. Don't other cities have plans?
The crossing to the north might be completed sooner than he expected.
There is no room for hesitation and action must be taken as soon as possible. If the delay continues, even if Leiyin Temple does not take action, Lingu will forcefully recruit monks and even mortals to form an army.
By then, he will be able to leave on his own, but those tribesmen who stayed in various towns and places will not be able to escape.
A strong man must cut off his wrists and give up his family fortune.
Where there is life, there is hope.
On the day of the first battle between Lingu and Leiyin Temple, he issued the latest order.
Everyone is asked to gather at Black Bamboo Mountain.
When necessary, the avatar can be summoned to clear away troubles along the way and reach Black Bamboo Mountain in the most efficient way.
