high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 206 The Nameless

In front of him was a dead city on fire.

Countless spears were scattered and fell to the ground, among which there were faintly a few magic weapons, shining dimly with precious light.

Looking around, it was all red, and the snow was melted by the high temperature before it had time to fall.

The hot white mist rises violently, and the dead city in front of me is like the most terrifying scene in the deepest nightmare, which cannot be seen clearly or clearly.

Tongues of fire hundreds of feet high were like snakes, tightly entangled the dilapidated dead city, the fire was raging, and the pungent stench was blown away by the wind, and it spread far away.

In the flames of the prairie fire, as far as the field of vision is concerned, it is all hazy.

At the gate of the city, the three large characters are blurred. Looking through the flames, there are hundreds of charcoal black figures kneeling or lying down. Their faces are wrinkled and burnt, and their pitch-black throats are slightly opened and closed. , Whispers and curses that ordinary people can't imagine are coming out of it.

In that burning city, the Nameless One is spreading its twelve wings, covering the wilderness.

It was a huge flying octopus with twelve wings.

In Baishu's sleeve robe, something trembled.

He stretched out his hand and shook the shivering Xuankong from his sleeve.

As soon as the soil mouse fell out of his sleeve, he couldn't help shrinking his head. He flew up to Baishu's shoulder, his eyes widened, and he kept gesticulating with his hands.

"untie!"

Bai Shu opened his mouth helplessly and lifted Xuan Kong's silence.

Sure enough, a moment later, the howl of killing a pig sounded again, shaking the frost and snow off Bai Zhu's shoulders.

"Yes! Yes! It's that big octopus!"

Xuankong screamed shrilly, jumping up and down with his head in his arms:

"Octopus! Octopus! Octopus..."

"It's so good to talk." Bai Shu interrupted him impatiently: "What exactly do you want to express?"

"That octopus... that octopus, it killed a lot of people!"

Xuankong was trembling, he looked at the burning dead city, the nameless octopus-like person who was raising twelve wings, his voice also trembled.

"Living corpses, human demons, and the black demon in front of you, these ghost things are all written by Miao Yan."

The monk on the side spoke lightly, his voice pierced through the wind and snow, carrying a stern murderous intent:

"The Yinghuo Army under his command has brought a lot of trouble to my Torch Dragon Guard."

Miao Yan... Yinghuo Army...

When the battle between Zheng and Wei was in full swing, the Yinghuo army, wrapped in white linen robes and with three banners behind them, suddenly joined the battlefield.

Beiwei recruits humans and demons from all over the world. When the two countries go to war, it is not that there are no humans and demons participating.

Their qi and blood are far more vigorous than ordinary monks, and the vitality of their bodies is far more tenacious than ordinary monks think.

Even if he was chopped off at the waist, his head was cut off, his limbs were broken...

But as long as the primordial spirit is not really killed, these injuries, which are enough to cause serious injuries, are nothing to the demons.

But even so, these demons still couldn't break away from the category of martial arts monks.

At most, it can be regarded as a different kind of rebirth from a drop of blood.

If the primordial spirit disappears, humans and demons will still die.

Living corpses, demons...

Compared with living corpses, human demons are just higher-level variants, far from breaking away from the scope of martial arts, and they are not the new cultivators they claim to be.

When the Yinghuo army, dressed in white linen and with three banners behind their backs, joined the battlefield, everyone thought they were just another army of demons.

Although it was a bit tricky, it was far from the point of heart palpitations.

There are six divisions in the Yinghuo Army, and the rulers of each division are all vajra peaks, infinitely close to the fifth realm.

Long before the purple mist was in chaos, or even earlier.

At that time, the Feiyun Temple was being built in the borderlands of Chu and Zheng. Miao Yan, the eminent monk who gave birth to the Buddha of Wanjia, probably had secretly communicated with the Lord of Beiwei.

When the purple mist erupts, living corpses, demons...

With lightning speed, Miao Yan formed this powerful force capable of rivaling the Torch Dragon Guard.

Everyone in Beiwei, except for a few people, was kept in the dark by Miao Yan and the king.

Until Miao Yan came to the court hall of the Northern Guards, all the courtiers of the Northern Guards were dumbfounded.

They couldn't believe it, whether it was the former great Zen master Miaoyan or the current demon monk Miaoyan.

Such a person is actually on his own side.

Few people know about Miaoyan's surrender to Beiwei. Even Ci Zai, who is the master of the Northern Zen sect, has been concealed from him by the ruler.

It is said that the two had a quarrel, which was very unpleasant.

And as the battle became more and more anxious, Miao Yan's Yinghuo Army, relying on Ziwan, also made meritorious service along the way, killing countless generals and capturing countless flags.

His position in the Beiwei Chaotang became more and more stable.

Entering the court without going, walking on the sword on the palace, worshiping without being famous...

If it weren't for the strong opposition of Ci Zai from the Northern Chan School, Miao Yan's prestige would have reached such a level.

"The abbot and Shenzu calculated together, and even the Holy Master of Jiejing Mountain personally dispatched them. It was hard to figure out their heels."

Next to his ear, the faint voice of the monk came again, he pointed out, and the indescribable person with twelve wings raised his head from the dead city as if he felt something in his heart.

In those fly-like compound eyes, Bai Shu saw his own face clearly.

"They are projections."

The monk sighed and spoke softly.

"Projection?" Bai Shu frowned slightly.

"Living corpses, human demons... In this world, Miao Yan is probably the person who knows Ziwu best. It is rumored that he has personally explored Ziwu to the limit."

The monk said:

"Hei Mo, these strange ghosts are another masterpiece of Miao Yan.

According to the estimation of the Holy Master of Jiejing Mountain, these things are just projections, similar to the incarnation of our primordial spirit, who were summoned by Miaoyan through Ziwan through unknown means.

Whether it's the octopus in front of you, or the centipede bull snake, meat man, Yuboy, Rentouqiao, Baimu Temple, Shuichi...all the black monsters are projections, and they are all incarnations of divine thoughts. "

projection……

Bai Shu's heart shuddered. It could be compared to the black devil in the fifth realm, but it was just a projection? !

How unimaginable and indescribable would their true bodies be?

Bai Shu couldn't help raising his head, the purple mist above his head was like a gauze, slowly dissipating the entire sky, like a giant purple palm, about to cover the earth.

The sky is like a dome, covering the four fields.

Inexplicably, this poem suddenly came to mind.

The sky is green and the fields are vast.

In the current situation, the wind has started at the end of Qingping.

Who will be the cattle and sheep again?

"Where are their real bodies?" Bai Shu asked softly, and the monk was also looking at the purple mist in the sky with an indifferent expression.

"After the purple mist?" Bai Shu pointed to the sky.

"No one knows, and no one ever will."

The monk withdrew his gaze and laughed at himself:

"There are so many weird things in the world, how can we figure out why there is a celestial power, what is the scenery of the three realms in the martial arts, and why the two saints hide from the world... This world is getting weirder and weirder. gone."

Bai Shu exhaled heavily, his eyes flickered, but he didn't speak.

"This black demon is too vigorous, and this incarnation alone can't kill it."

The monk slowly stepped into the burning dead city, and the voice came from afar:

"I want to strengthen the seal to prevent it from getting out of trouble. If you want to, come in and have a look."

By the time of the last sentence, the monk's voice had faded away, and his figure melted into the burning sea of ​​flames, never to be seen again.

Bai Shu hesitated for a while, but followed closely behind.

"My lord! My lord!"

Xuankong's liver and gallbladder on his shoulders were torn apart.He grabbed Bai Zhu tightly and howled at the top of his voice.

"You are still young and have a bright future, don't do things you can't imagine!"

"You're dead..." Xuan Kong cried with a sad face: "What should I do?"

"What bullshit."

Bai Shu complained, and threw down the rat that was bouncing around on his shoulder.

"If you're afraid, just wait here honestly, and I'll be right back."

The monk in white turned into a rainbow light and swept towards the burning dead city. Soon, his figure also merged into the sea of ​​flames.

In an instant, there was only one gopher left on the vast snow field.

There was a cold wind blowing, and there was a burst of sinister voices, like the cries of thousands of ghosts. Xuan Kong, who was poking his head, was startled.

Under the huge shadow cover, the tentacles of the snake-like octopus sway slightly, twisted and weird.

Xuankong raised his head tremblingly, the octopus with compound eyes raised its wings, as if staring at him.

Countless sounds like the churning of rotten sea water, turbulent and turbulent, filled the ears,

In the rotten sea water, all kinds of screams and wild laughter are ringing out, they are pulled together, like countless hands, and they are about to pull Xuan Kong into the sea water.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The groundhog howled miserably, no longer hesitated, and rushed into the burning dead city.

"My lord! My lord!"

The groundhog was running down tears, roaring wildly, and paddling desperately with its limbs.

"My lord, my lord!"

As far as the eye can see, there is a burning sea of ​​fire, everything is burning in the fire, the dark red flames are like raindrops, crackling.

"Big……"

Suddenly, Xuan Kong's voice stopped abruptly, and it raised its head tremblingly, revealing a human face in the fire mist.

"Rat meat, you can't eat it!"

He struggled for a long time, but to no avail. The groundhog exhausted all his strength and howled the last sentence.

"It's me." A familiar voice sounded.

Xuan Kong raised his head tremblingly, and it was Bai Shu's face in the fire mist.

"Knowing that you are timid, I will definitely follow you."

Bai Shu threw him on his shoulder, flicked his fingers, and smashed the head of a charcoal corpse.

When the charcoal corpse's head was broken, the value on the attribute panel also jumped up slightly.

Xuankong crouched obediently on Baishu's shoulder, looking around, those charcoal corpses that were burned red by the fire were moving slowly, approaching the two of them little by little.

Their facial features were blurred, and the armor they had in life had long been melted into molten iron, which flowed down and touched the flesh, making a squeaking sound.

This is Da Zheng's soldier!

Xuankong's pupils shrank, and after careful identification for a while, he guessed the identities of these charcoal corpses from some armor that had not been completely melted.

This city should have been garrisoned by Da Zheng's soldiers.

only……

Xuankong raised his head in confusion, the monk in white was walking forward slowly, beside him, a halo of five colors circulated.

All charcoal corpses that approached were pierced by the five-color light through their heads and smashed to pieces, but none of them could approach within ten feet.

"Attribute value +1."

"Attribute value +13."

"Attribute value +9."

"Attribute value +5."

……

In a place that Xuankong couldn't see, the continuous numerical value was jumping rapidly, and Baishu's eyes became more and more satisfied.

The earth mouse watched the halo around Bai Shu's body, and in the fire, charcoal corpses gradually surrounded and approached, one after another.

Just as he was about to make a move, he was stopped by Bai Shu.

"Don't bother." Bai Shu patted his head vigorously: "I'll do it."

"Elder... Grand Master." Xuan Kong's mouth twitched: "Did you take the wrong medicine?"

Seeing more and more corpses in charcoal, Bai Shu actually suppressed the five-color light all over his body and completely removed his supernatural powers.

He touched the top of his head, halfway there, but flinched back.

Xuankong heard Baishu cursed in a low voice, and spread out his palm again.

Dozens of blood droplets that are crystal clear like blood diamonds and contain countless surging vitality were forced out from the palm of Bai Shu.

Those blood drops were extremely heavy, and when they rolled down the palms, they even made pits the size of human heads on the ground.

The billowing blood energy exploded with a bang, and the energy flowed against the sky. Dozens of figures were forming indistinctly, and that was clearly the face of Bai Shu.

"Let's go."

Bai Shu didn't look too much, turned into rainbow light, and flew towards the twelve-winged octopus.

Rumble!

Like the thunderous thunderclap resounding far away, the Baishus punched out at the same time, and the violent fist wind created a row of exhaust waves, sending countless burning earth, stones and wooden boards flying into the sky.

So violent!So domineering!

The ground undulates like water, and you can feel the ground shaking violently from a distance, as if dozens of idols are stepping on the ground together, but if they are swept by the fist wind, there will be no bones left, and they will explode into a handful of blood mist.

The fist wind continued to be fierce, and amidst the whistling sound of the air current, even the fire was extinguished in that piece of land.

boom!

There was another loud noise, Xuankong shrank his head shyly, not daring to look any more.

……

……

……

Countless tentacles danced wildly like snakes, and on the huge hill-like body surface, dark blue scales were shining slightly, and twelve pairs of fleshy wings covered the sky.

Bai Shu stops the rainbow light, and on the head of the octopus, there are compound eyes like flies.

One hundred and eight devil-subduing chains are emerging from nothingness, locking it firmly, the Buddha's light is like flames, burning the body like a pile of carrion, emitting a pungent stench.

Above the octopus' head, the monk's eyes lighted faintly.

"Governor, why don't you kill it?"

Bai Shu opened his mouth and spat out several sword beams, hitting the soft body of the octopus like a mud cow entering the sea, without any movement.

"I can't kill it. My main body is being restrained by Lu Yusheng. This avatar has limited magical powers."

The monk raised his hand and dropped the book.

Bai Shu stretched out his hand to take it, flipped through a few pages, and found that all of them were painted with patterns of black demons.

Strange monsters with a dog's body and a human head, temples with dense eyes, bridges with human heads, flying bone lanterns...even the flesh and blood hearts I met in Majia Village are recorded.

It is called meat man.

"The battle is urgent, and my avatar will return as soon as possible."

The monk raised his hand and pointed:

"Not far from here, I have ordered Zuo Zhao to lead an army to meet you, and I will kill all the black demons wandering around a hundred miles away."

The monk's voice paused, he looked at Bai Zhu, and said lightly:

"The governor, the governor of all Chinese and foreign military forces, is the pillar of the country and the important minister of the temple. Even if you only have five realms of cultivation, it is not enough."

The words of the monk are very meaningful:

"If you want to succeed me, I'm afraid you have to do something, so that you can convince the public."

"The disciple is willing to go with the governor!"

Bai Shu bowed and bowed, instantly understanding.

"Swords and guns have no eyes. Under Lu Yusheng's restraint, I may not be able to take care of you."

"Life and death are up to fate, wealth and honor are in the sky." Bai Shu showed a smile, "I can't blame others!"

He and the monk looked at each other deeply, with a calm face. After a long time, a happy smile slowly appeared on the monk's face.

"Good!"

The monk clasped his hands in praise, his expression approving.

　Two in one

　　

　

(End of this chapter)