When the plan advanced to this point, it ran into a brief dilemma.
Ideas, systems, and concepts cannot replace real benefits.
Without truly exciting interests, it is not impossible to lead the ghosts and gods into internal strife, but absolutely impossible!
Later, within Guifang, Buddhism and Jainism split on their own because they could no longer expand externally and divert internal conflicts.
But now, Guifang's first task is to break through this majestic pass in front of him, enter the land of China, conquer this ancient civilization, enslave the people here, and replace the myth here.
With severe external conflict stimulation, some internal differences and dissatisfactions can be suppressed.
Although they have not found a good 'bait' yet, neither Cao Zhe nor Zhu Yuanzhang are in a hurry.
They are very patient people and know the importance of biding their time.
The melee at Changyang Pass never stopped.
The ghosts are still driving away a large number of Dravidians who have been transformed, enslaved and even constantly reshaped, using them as cannon fodder and perishing on the battlefield.
Looking at the twelve fluttering demon flags, Cao Zhe stood on the city wall with a hint of worry in his eyes.
"They will use these twelve flags as a breakthrough." Zhu Di stood beside Cao Zhe and said with certainty.
"The last shield becomes a deadly spear. If I were a besieger, I would do the same."
"The ghost side is deliberately leading both sides to carry out a large-scale strangulation of flesh and blood, constantly feeding the twelve flags until the twelve demon gods can no longer be controlled and completely explode." Zhu Di continued.
Cao Zhe nodded and said: "The Shang Dynasty will not be unclear about this, but they are helpless and may even be riding a tiger with difficulty."
"Witch weapon is half weapon and half totem. It is not completely under control. Now these twelve flags have absorbed too much flesh and blood and mixed aura. Even if all the wizards in Changyang Pass join forces, they cannot calm them down. .”
"And once the ghosts send a large army to invade, they will have to send troops to resist."
Zhu Di said to Cao Zhe, "But you have a way, don't you?"
Cao Zhe did not refute, but asked: "How do you know that I will have a solution?"
"You are Zhang Sanfeng, and you are also the Zhenwu Great Emperor. You are also the opponent I want to defeat but have never defeated."
"It is indeed difficult to deal with the twelve demon flags if they are separated individually. But with your ability, if you set up an array based on them, it is absolutely possible for these twelve demon flags to restrict each other," Zhu Di said.
Although Zhu Di 'understood' another Zhang Sanfeng.
But he was right. Cao Zhe could indeed create a suitable formation according to local conditions, so that these twelve demon flags could form a reciprocal whole.
It can not only better refine the flesh and blood and various chaotic auras on the battlefield, but also allow these demon gods to restrict each other and maintain overall stability.
The reason why Cao Zhe hasn't come forward yet is because he is still thinking about it.
He was wondering if he could use certain details to make more arrangements.
"However, no matter what, Changyang Pass cannot be broken." Cao Zhe had his bottom line.
Even if Changyang Pass was broken, in one of his 'imaginations' it would be more conducive to him completing a plan, he would never go in that direction.
In order to obtain the so-called 'interests', we compromise with interests without a bottom line.
The final result will only be the loss of 'self'.
Cao Zhe was once confused, but now he is very determined.
While the two were chatting, the ghost gods launched another violent attack.
The burning black fireball was suddenly born above the head, and then roared down at a speed that exceeded the speed of sound.
Its diameter is about hundreds of miles. When it falls, it is already like a small black sun. It will fall into the ground, penetrate and destroy everything.
In just a few breaths, Guifang Feng Shen Vayou put hundreds of layers of protection on this black fireball that destroyed all life, as well as thousands of layers of acceleration.
Penetrating through a layer of formations and restrictions set up by the immortals of the Shang Dynasty in mid-air, the huge black fireball caused violent friction between the falling thing and everything around it, and the burst of light was enough to make a mortal's eyeballs burst.
After all, Cao Zhe still didn't understand the ghost gods in detail enough.
Although Hanuman is second or third rate in the Onifa God system, he is not without origin.
Vayu, the wind god, one of the eight guardian gods, is Hanuman's father.
Hanuman's disappearance still caused a certain shock and reaction in the Onifa pantheon.
Fengshenvayu's indirect action this time was to 'revenge' Hanuman.
As for forcing the Shang Dynasty to hand over Hanuman, Fengshen Vayou could not represent the ghost gods, and it was even clearer that at this point, there was no way the Shang Dynasty would surrender.
The falling black fireball attracted almost all the eyes and attention.
Those Shang Dynasty generals with divine eyes had already seen the true face of the black fireball.
It was a bound god.
He has black and bluish skin, which is very different from other ghost gods.
The god in the fireball looked very painful, ferocious and crazy, almost covering his face.
It seemed that he was still reciting some unfamiliar words in his mouth.
But soon, his voice was completely erased by invisible force.
No one could hear what he said specifically, and no one could remember what he said.
Mo appeared next to Cao Zhe, with sadness in his eyes.
"Do you know him?" Cao Zhe asked.
Mo shook his head: "I don't remember!"
"Everything about past civilizations has been erased from my memory."
"If it weren't for this, I wouldn't have been able to escape."
"The only thing I remember is his current name... Krishna!"
"He is one of the incarnations of Vishnu, but I know... he is more than that."
Cao Zhe didn't say much.
Since ancient times, the winner is the king and the loser is the enemy.
Even in a mortal war, the winner has the right to deprive the loser of everything, let alone a war between gods?
The pantheon represented by Krishna lost and lost everything.
Then he will lose his original identity, name, rights, and even his own independent existence.
In the eyes of others, he is one of the incarnations of Vishnu.
At this time, a stream of light appeared on the city wall.
There is an immortal flying up on a black jade unicorn.
While flying, there was a bright golden light, and the sword in his hand was extremely sharp, trying to cut the fireball from it.
"Wait! No!" Mo exclaimed.
The next moment, the huge black fireball was chopped into pieces by a sword.
The vast and huge sword light even penetrated the layers of clouds and pierced further in the direction, as if to demonstrate to the ghost gods.
On the city wall below, ordinary soldiers cheered.
But before the cheers reached their peak, they saw the originally bound god opening his dark eyes.
When he opened his eyes, it was dark!
And in this pitch-black world, unspeakable terror, like the coldest and biting fire, began to spread rapidly and burn endlessly.
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