During those seventy-two days and nights, while he was working hard to condense the magic beads, Guan Luoyang was also constantly thinking about the last experience of fighting against the Emperor of Destiny and the others.
Emperor Tianming's actual combat response was acceptable, but it was only at a so-so level and was not taken seriously by Guan Luoyang.
His foundation is solid, and he is blessed by the Qi Luck method. After commanding the troops, the turbid Qi of the three armies will only become stronger. However, when the magic beads are refined, the slight gap in this aspect is not an insurmountable chasm.
The most troublesome thing is actually the dreamy and blurred sword that ignores defense.
Guan Luoyang thought hard and realized that the artistic conception of that sword was actually quite similar to Chen Xizhen's last sword. In addition, he had asked Chen Liqing about some Taiqing Tianxing theory exercises just because it was an evil way. I was never in a hurry to learn from it.
After having an idea, he started from the context of that article and figured out a way to seal the sword energy.
"Let me suffer?!"
The body of the Emperor of Destiny turned into sword energy. Under Guan Luoyang's blockade, he could no longer condense into a human form, but his spirit could still be revealed, appearing on the surface of Guan Luoyang's heart sea, laughing.
"You are seeking your own death! Using my body as a furnace makes it temporarily inconvenient to use my physical body, but it also means that I can only respond to the internal and external turbidity of the three armies in the outside world to launch an offensive."
"With the combination of internal and external forces, you will be unable to dodge any turbid energy attack."
With the emperor's laughter in his heart, the blurred sword energy accumulated in Guan Luoyang's body, frantically agitating, constantly attacking the blockade formed by the four blue-falling magic beads, restricting Guan Luoyang's skill.
In the outside world, the turbid energy of the three armies covering several miles around was gathering in a surging force. Even from inside the big pit and from the other side of the big pit, more demonic turbid energy was continuously attracted.
The tens of thousands of troops were led by the turbid air and no longer wanted to cower in the obstacles of the terrain.
Their quality is very different from the local soldiers and horses that were defeated by Liangshan in the past. Even if the main generals and fierce generals such as Yao Pingzhong are gone, there are still officers at the first level to automatically fill in and command.
These people separated from the military formation into multiple groups of soldiers and horses, bypassed the big pit, and tried to climb over this dangerous pass from the low-lying areas between other mountain peaks.
"It's time to take action!"
Guan Luoyang's voice was like a chant or a roar, and the long and endless sound waves rushed out from the turbid air and spread to the mountains and fields.
Boom! ! !
A cannonball shot out of the barrel and hit the cavalrymen who were walking through the mountain col. It was blocked by their connected turbid air and exploded in mid-air.
The fire was fierce, but it could not hurt the soldiers below.
However, this first cannonball is just a sign of a leaf falling from the branches before the hurricane approaches.
Immediately afterwards, hundreds of artillery shells blasted over.
These soldiers and horses are really elites who have fought a hundred battles. Although they were frightened, they used their magic skills together and still worked hard to hold up the turbid energy barrier.
That scene was like an invisible gray-black shield in mid-air, parallel to the earth, looming and invisible. Whenever a cannonball fell, the shield was clearly revealed.
The protective layer of gray and black spar was mixed with red lines full of demonic charm, firmly resisting the attack of those cannonballs.
However, these artillery shells were fired too accurately, densely, and with astonishing power. Soon the leading troops were numb and unable to hold up. Many shells fell like fish that slipped through the net, causing many men and horses to roll over and hit the hillside. superior.
The others noticed that the artillery fire became more fierce as they moved forward, so they quickly gathered their formation and retreated hastily to gather their strength.
Among the army behind, there were those from the artillery battalion. They set up a pergola and looked at the trajectory of the artillery shells in the mountains. They calculated the artillery positions of Liangshan soldiers and horses, and immediately ordered everyone to wave the command flag and issue orders.
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
The warriors with thin coats and bulging muscles pushed the barrels and bases of the cannons, causing the muzzles to rotate. Those small and medium-sized cannons were okay, but those with great power, such as the Dragon King Zun Cannon, had ferocious bodies and were covered with Carved with spells.
Each cannon requires a dozen strong men capable of lifting tens of thousands of pounds to surround it and work together to complete the turn as quickly as possible.
The soldiers of the artillery battalion grabbed the rocker winch at the middle and rear of each cannon and turned it hard. The gears rattled and the shaft slowly rotated, gradually raising the muzzle and adjusting the position more precisely.
The artillery in the army roared, crossing a long bridge-like trail of black smoke, and landed on the hills on the far side.
In a short time, the two or three hills were beaten to pieces and were about to collapse, with smoke and fire filling the air.
By the time the officers and soldiers' cannon barrels were boiling hot and they had to take a break to prepare for another batch of artillery, the sound of artillery from Liangshan had completely disappeared.
The fate of the Emperor of Heaven was sensed, and the turbid energy was urged. The generals at all levels felt it, and they were urged even more urgently. The officers and soldiers made slight adjustments, and they had to follow the previous plan, or start from the low and gentle terrain where the mountain peaks are connected. , to overcome obstacles.
Just as these people were approaching, the aerial artillery fire reappeared and was fired from a different direction, but it hit the artillery camp by coincidence.
A Taoist official intervened in time to block it, but the artillery fire in the air became more and more numerous. After the shells exploded, not only did the ordinary iron pieces shoot out and the poisonous smoke dispersed, but there was also cinnabar flying out, breaking the magic power.
Seeing the artillery fire falling, the captain and others in the artillery battalion were frightened. They were so frightened that they lost two of their souls and fled for their lives.
The baggage of the artillery battalion was ignited by the artillery fire and exploded continuously, setting off huge clouds of flames in the rear of the officers and soldiers.
"How could it be possible?! How could they have so many artillery pieces and such intensive firepower? After destroying one batch, there are still a large number left?!"
The incredible scream was drowned out by the explosion.
In the remote mountains, Ling Zhen looked at the scene of the officers and soldiers' artillery battalion, and directed his men to shorten the firing range.
In fact, Liangshan simply couldn't get together two batches of this kind of artillery that could form a certain scale of fire coverage.
It's just the same batch from beginning to end. They were quickly moved here from the previous artillery position.
Not to mention the smaller artillery, the barrels of the large artillery were divided into sections, with strange-looking beast legs connected to the bottom of the barrel.
Even now, there are still this kind of cannon-carrying mechanical beasts, coming from the mountains one after another. They automatically come together and connect their bodies. The various arrangements between the cannon bodies can actually fit together. They are seamless and can withstand it. The power of the cannon ejected from the chamber.
The magic of Yanjia Mechanism is truly a work of art.
Guan Luoyang left Ling Zhen with very few manpower, only more than a thousand people, but these people only need to be responsible for adjusting the trajectory and filling ammunition, so the manpower is more than enough.
They didn't even have to move the box of alchemy shells themselves. There were machine beasts with trunks like boxes on their side to help.
The shimmering alchemy stones were piled up like hills in these boxes.
The wealth of Bianliang is unparalleled in the world, although this wealth is not entirely reflected in food, so that just counting the food in Bianliang cannot support the activities of the world's rebels.
However, in Bianliang City, "food" in another sense is really enough. Those refined elixirs are the food for the magic method. Among the official residences and mansions, and the armaments of the imperial army, There are countless surplus warehouses and surplus warehouses.
Among them, there are very few top-grade ones, but even the middle-grade ones, or even the low-grade ones, can produce astonishing power after Ling Zhen's guidance and mixing with the original cannon stone shells.
The flint shells, like an endless shower of meteors and fire, roared through the air and bombarded the military formations one after another.
Even with Ling Zhen's guidance, there was no way for such a large-scale bombardment to accurately fall within the range of the military formation.
Many shells landed in sparsely populated areas, or simply landed in positions where the cavalry had moved away, causing the earth and rocks on the wasteland to crack and the ground to tremble.
But most of the artillery fire was still in the sky above the tens of thousands of soldiers and horses, causing the demonic turbid energy to billow endlessly and black waves to rise and fall across the sky.
These tens of thousands of troops were firmly blocked on the other side of the mountains.
Only the thin turbid energy of the demonic path gathered around Guan Luoyang, unable to shake him at all.
"Another factor in bringing you into the body is to separate you from the power of the army to the greatest extent."
Guan Luoyang's eyes seemed to be closed, and his own image appeared in the sea of mind.
It was an image constructed by Qing Qi. Even an eyelash and a hair were transformed by Qing Qi, and it was also the gathering of his spiritual power.
This figure, draped in robes, with countless thread-like electric lights floating around it, sat cross-legged on the sea of heart, much larger than the soul of the Emperor of Destiny opposite.
He stretched out one palm, and the shadow enveloped the soul of the Emperor of Destiny, making it difficult to move.
The lightning struck continuously from between Guan Luoyang's five fingers, bombarding the emperor. The calm water surface of the sea below also ignited golden-red flames, burning his soul.
"With those artillery pieces, how long can they be blocked?"
Emperor Tianming raised his palms up, holding up a lot of lightning, with a gloomy face, and said with a hahaha sneer, "You don't have to bluff, in fact, you are just trying to lock me up with your body, and it seems like a palm is sticking out of my soul. , in fact, it is your full strength."
"You have to refine my soul first before you have a chance to refine the sword energy, but my Dao heart, after being tempered by illusion and reality, has become the heart of heaven. How dare you compete with me in the strength of your mind and soul?! "
Guan Luoyang lowered his eyes and looked down at him: "Your sword energy is entangled with a lot of pain and resentment. You have not been able to crush and refine them deeply. You only manage them with a cold state of mind. With this attitude, How deep can the pain you have experienced be?"
"How far can the so-called tempering you call yourself go?"
Guan Luoyang's figure leaned forward slightly, "Why don't you dare to taste the pain and resentment and swallow them completely?"
"I just disdain it."
"Yeah?"
Guan Luoyang leaned forward lower and lower, and his figure changed strangely.
The green robes flew up, as if they turned into long and thick feathers, and his body also lengthened, turning into a giant winding creature.
The feathered dragon hovered over the sea of heart, raining down more and more dense thunder. As Long Qing looked, the flames below were burning more and more intensely.
Yeah?
Yeah? ?
Yeah? ? ?
The long echo continued to vibrate where the dragon walked, and the soul of the Emperor of Destiny was trapped in it, as if he was under an endless hell intertwined with thunder and fire.
"ah!!!"
A crack appeared on Emperor Tianming's forehead, and the forked fine lines tore his face and spread to his neck.
The terrible pain made him howl uncontrollably, and his whole soul was trembling.
But he was still struggling to hold up his palms to resist the thunder and fire.
"I will not die in a place like this...I will not die..."
This was not a meaningless barking, but the Emperor of Destiny's confidence that he never lost even though he was shaking in severe pain. He was sure that there would be a turning point.
That was the person with whom he feared and needed each other—Zhao Kuangyin.
If he died here, Zhao Kuangyin would have to face the lord of Liangshan alone who could swallow up the Emperor of the Song Dynasty.
If Emperor Tianming defeated Guan Luoyang unscathed, it would definitely not be something Zhao Kuangyin would like to see.
Therefore, Emperor Tianming directly asked the Liao general. The letter from the Liao general was nominally a transaction, and between the lines it was just talking about the transaction, but Zhao Kuangyin would not understand the actual meaning. It was an invitation.
He simply took the initiative to invite Zhao Kuangyin to watch the battle.
The generals are not enough to rely on. Only by being present in person can we make a clear judgment.
In the sea of heart, the Emperor Tianming raised his head and roared. The sword energy blocked by the Biluo Magic Pearl seemed to be condensed in the blurred light, and it changed from the original restlessness to silence.
Calm, solid, hard, and luminous.
The light bloomed explosively, like the most complete burning.
There was no smoke, no fire, only the golden light that was as rich as molten gold, expanding crazily and impacting the Biluo Magic Pearl.
Outside, Guan Luoyang's body swayed, and blood bleeded from the corner of his mouth.
"What a great opportunity."
A voice came slowly from the thin black air, "Be careful, I'm going to give you a stick."
Boom! ! !
In an instant, the turbid air in the air collapsed.
The sky is clear and the sun is bright, and the white clouds are also escaping into the distance, like expanding white waves, revealing a clear blue sky in the center.
Guan Luoyang raised his left hand and blocked the stick aimed at his heart.
The clash of stick and palm was just a muffled sound.
But the Heavenly Master's Flying Sword, the Eight Winds Bronze Drum, the Wuwei Divine Sword, the Thousand Gold Divine Weapon, etc. that were hovering around him all made a violent sound and flew out in all directions.
Guan Luoyang's figure retreated thousands of feet.
The air flow rioted, cracking a thin line of vacuum, and at the lightning speed, a long scorch mark was torn open on the wasteland ground, the grass turned to ashes, and the soil melted faintly.
"I originally thought that you were just seeking fame and reputation, but I never thought that you would actually do such a thing for your military discipline and for the rebels everywhere."
Carrying a stick with a golden dragon pattern and wearing the uniform of the Liao Emperor, Zhao Kuangyin set foot on this wasteland. "It's a pity that you can't achieve great things as an emperor if you are so soft-hearted."
"Originally, as long as there was a choice, we could at least stick to one side, maybe cut off the land and rule it, and achieve a situation where all countries stand side by side. I am still looking forward to such a scene."
Zhao Kuangyin smiled.
After all, it was more like the era he was familiar with, such as Jingnan, Wuping, Houshu, Southern Han, Southern Tang, etc., the old opponents of the founding of the Song Dynasty, all of whom he defeated one by one.
This time, there will no longer be a chance to trick him into taking pills and causing him to fly into the sky early. He can slowly complete this matter and fully launch the ambitious plan of two hundred years ago.
Guan Luoyang raised his left hand and closed his eyes without moving.
"Does it seem like it's really completely contained?"
Zhao Kuangyin raised his steps, suddenly his eyes moved slightly, and he turned his head to look.
An old Taoist priest complained in the wind.
"The old man finally laid down in Maoshan and stayed safely in the soil. Lin Lingsu, you should know that the Taoist loves Jing, so you went to dig my grave."
"I was also dug up from a grave. This world has not yet calmed down. Can we be calm?"
Two Taoist priests came together.
The older man looked up and sighed again.
"Unexpectedly, it is really the Emperor Taizu of the Song Dynasty. I have also received the kindness of the emperors of the Zhao and Song Dynasties. Although the two have failed recently, they want to fight Taizu. Alas..."
Lin Lingsu said calmly: "Please wake up, it may not be us who beat him, maybe he beat us. But anyway, Guan Luoyang only needs us to carry it for a quarter of an hour."
Zhao Kuangyin smiled and said: "Since you know that you are no match for me, why not surrender to me? The three of you all have traces of the luck of my Song Dynasty. You must have been people who admired Wang Hua, but you have been made cold by the current emperor. Take it easy."
"I am different. You should know my deeds. I conquered the south and the north, pacified the troubled times, rewarded farmers and mulberry trees, purged the officials, deposed the branches and counties, strong and weak officials, maintained internal and external relations, carried out the annual changes every three years, established general trials, etc. , I once created a prosperous age, and I will create a prosperous age again. How about walking with me and leaving your name in history?"
A third man came from the east, carrying a big gun.
"Emperor Taizu was unparalleled in spear and stick. His reputation has been passed down for hundreds of years. His civil and military skills are outstanding to this day. He was once the person Lu admired the most."
Zhao Kuangyin's eyebrows moved: "Oh? Then..."
"pity!"
Lu Junyi sighed, "Since the rebellion, Lu seems to have really come to life, really grown his eyes, and seen the world."
"We have the Song Dynasty, you emperors, you praise the virtuous and the brave, you flood the Yellow River with disasters for thousands of years, and you allow the emperor to open markets and eat people, it's just a disaster for the people."
He flicked his gun and said, "For the people of the Song Dynasty, can you ask Emperor Taizu... to die?"
