There were more and more monsters gathering outside the Banshan Temple, and everyone gathered firewood and the flames were high. Under the command of Skinny Mu, one team cut down wood and built the mountain gate, and the other team quarried stone to build the wall. They were very busy. The wall undulates according to the terrain, enclosing the entire cliff. Although it is only as tall as one person, its momentum stands out between the sky and the earth. The white clouds and dogs, the drums at dusk and the bells in the morning make people forget all their thoughts.
There were not many peaceful days left. A partial army under the command of the Red Owl King finally appeared in front of the Banshan Temple. The leader of the army, with a scar on his face, was brave and good at fighting. After watching from a distance for a while, he noticed something was wrong and called out a few monster cronies. , one "thorn student", one "quan student" and one "gu student" took the lead to step forward to test it out. Ji Sheng and the other three were all monsters killed from the sea of blood in the corpse mountain. They were wrapped in blood and fierce, and they all took the order in unison.
The surviving monsters in the original mountain were trembling, squatting at the foot of the wall with their heads in their hands, like fish on the ground, allowing themselves to be slaughtered. Ji Sheng paid no attention to these low-level monsters and snorted. Just as he was about to go on a killing spree, a tall figure strode out of the mountain gate. He was none other than Di Ling, Qi Ran's second disciple, holding a weapon in his hand. Just pick it up and hit it without saying a word.
Ji Sheng relied on a body of steel and iron, and hit him forward with one arm and one arm. Unexpectedly, the wooden stick fell on the forearm with a muffled sound. The skin was not broken, the bones were not broken, and he fell to the ground, his life was cut off. The blood slowly rose from Jisheng's mouth and nose. Three thousand weak water only took a scoop. Di Ling only grabbed the purest strand, leaving the rest to drift between heaven and earth.
Just like a gourmet who encounters delicious food, the monsters under the corner are all dumbfounded and heartbroken. It is really a waste of natural resources, so much blood and energy have been lost in vain. How wonderful it would be if they returned home! Some people with quick thoughts began to consider the next issue of their side. It was really difficult to decide whether to take the initiative to side with the demon lord or hang themselves on the tree in Banshan Temple.
Quan Sheng and Gu Sheng slowed down for a moment, looked at each other, became fierce, and both stepped forward to fight. Unexpectedly, Di Ling's stick appeared and disappeared, touching and wiping each other to death, burying the two of them together. The blood and vitality left the corpse, and the essence was snatched away by it. The monsters watching the battle behind him gained a little more confidence when they saw how brave he was, and the balance in their hearts gradually tilted towards Banshan Temple.
Three corpses lay in front of the mountain temple. Di Ling stood guard in front of the mountain gate, looking at the incoming general with undisguised contempt. He was originally a blood monster. He guarded the blood pool for King Rahu and killed people like hemp. Later, he became a disciple of Qi Ran and practiced the power of Nirvana. Only then did he gradually surrender to the blood and no longer be bloodthirsty. This time, he tried his best to test his skills. Not only was it not abandoned, but it was even better than before. It was easy to fight back and forth among thousands of troops.
The leading general frowned. He really couldn't see through the opponent's methods. However, since he had attacked Yuanshen Mountain, there was no reason to retreat without a fight. He slowly raised his right arm, clenched his fist with five fingers, and asked in a deep voice: "Who's coming?" Common name!”
Di Ling's anger sank into his Dantian, his tongue burst with spring thunder, and he shouted loudly: "I am Di Ling, a former disciple of Shenshan Banshan Temple. Who are you? Do you dare to tell me your name?"
The word "Diling" seemed familiar to the general. A close confidant came up to him and whispered a few words. He suddenly realized that it was King Luohu's men who had rushed into Yuanshen Mountain first and built a building here. Build a fortress to stop the Red Owl King's army. There was a ferocious look on his face, and he said: "Listen carefully, your grandfather is the God of Encounter and Killing God, Xi Pojun..." Before he finished speaking, he swung his right hand downwards, and the soldiers and horses behind him had been gathering momentum for a long time. , with a shout, the ground shook and the mountains shook, and they rushed forward like a torrent.
Di Ling groaned, two lumps of flesh bulged out from his back, the skin was torn open, and a pair of fleshy wings dripping with blood emerged. With a slight flutter, he flew into the air, summoned the power of Nirvana, and hit him on the head with a stick. Xi Pojun was obviously surrounded by his soldiers and horses, but in a daze, he felt that he was alone and his life was hanging by a thread. He did not hesitate to make a lazy donkey roll to avoid its sharp edge. The power of Nirvana penetrated the enemy formation within three feet. No one was spared, they fell to the ground like harvesting rice, and their blood was steaming.
However, with his own strength, he could not stop the crazy attack of the monster soldiers and horses. Even though Di Ling could kill seven in and seven out, he could not stop them from breaking into the mountain temple. The monsters at the foot of the wall were frightened and crawled to the ground in unison, wishing they could When he got into the ground, he was about to be trampled into a pile of flesh. The bell rang slowly, flooding the world in an instant.
Xi Pojun's chest was shaken, he was dizzy, his hands and feet were not obeying his orders at all, and the monster soldiers under his command were even more useless. They were all gnashing their teeth and standing still like clay and wood sculptures, their bodies frozen by the sound of the bell. Di Ling turned back to face the Buddhist hall, holding a stick in one hand and giving a single-palm salute with the other. He silently thanked the master for his help, and then shouted loudly. The monsters on the ground raised their heads tremblingly, and looked at each other in confusion. They all breathed a sigh of relief.
The other generation had been immobilized by the sound of a bell for a whole day and night, and suffered a lot. Now the enemy made the same mistake as them, unable to move. A few bold monsters swallowed their saliva, cautiously moved forward, and tentatively waved their hands. . Seeing that the opponent was motionless and his eyes were bulging out, they grabbed the weapons and stabbed the enemy's vital points, slit his throat and gouged out his heart, disembowelled him, and greedily sucked in the blood without knowing enough.
There is a saying that "the bold will be starved to death and the timid will starve to death". As soon as this case was opened, the situation changed. The monsters swarmed up and slaughtered the enemies wantonly. It was out of control. Di Ling raised his stick to push aside the soldiers blocking the way, and approached Xi Pojun step by step, intending to kill him with one stick and cut off the roots. Xi Pojun was almost in despair. He struggled hard with all his strength. Thick blood flowed from his seven orifices, and his ears were buzzing. He tried his best, but could not break free from the shackles of the bell.
Di Ling hit him on the head with a stick, and the power of Nirvana burst out, killing all life. Xi Pojun collapsed to the ground, and blood escaped from the body. Di Ling grabbed a wisp and looked around. He saw that the demonic beasts in Yuan Shen Mountain were already red-eyed. He was afraid that the enemies would break free and did not care about harvesting their blood. He would kill them all first and then enjoy the feast calmly.
Di Ling did not stop them, put away his pair of flesh wings, carried a stick, passed through the mountain gate, and returned to the mountain temple. Seeing that the Buddhist hall was closed, he hesitated slightly and did not ask to see his master. Instead, he found his senior brother Shomu and asked This time he made his own decision as to whether his actions were appropriate.
Shomu glanced at him, shook his head slightly and said: "It's unnecessary to go on a killing spree. Remember, 'shoot the man first, shoot the horse, and capture the thief first, capture the king'. Why not use thunderous means to annihilate the bandits in one fell swoop!"
Di Ling laughed "hehe" twice and said: "To be honest, senior brother, under the Master of Banshan Temple, there are only you and me at the moment. We have too many secular affairs and no time to practice. Those monsters that live in the original sacred mountain have nowhere to go. , if it can be used by me, wouldn’t it be the best of both worlds?”
Shomu thought for a while, nodded and said: "This is reasonable. We can ask them to build a few huts outside the temple to stay temporarily. When the war subsides and the two demon lords' troops withdraw from the original mountain, we can make further plans."
