high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 213 Candle Ghost

From a very long distance, surrounded by thousands of troops, on a chariot inlaid with gold and jade, there was a man with palms in his hands and a long sigh, with an inexplicable tone.

On the chariot inlaid with gold and jade, sat a handsome and pale young man in his twenties.

He is wearing a robe full of emerald eight dragons, with two golden dragon crowns on his head, red beads and beryls on his head, gold flowers on the suffix, and east jade decorations. With five colored clouds.

The young man coughed twice, with an inexplicable smile on his face.

Suddenly there was a strong wind blowing over the chariot, and also blowing the young man's robe.

The gorgeous robe was slightly lifted by the strong wind, and there was nothing below the knees.

His legs were cut off to the knee, and the strange ciphertext covered the stump, one piece after another, preventing the regeneration of the body.

The noble young man on the chariot was actually a handicapped person!

The strong wind had just blown his robe, and all the people around him turned around in unison, looking at their noses, their noses at their hearts, and no one dared to look directly at him.

The atmosphere fell into a strange silence, no one dared to speak, and in an instant, there was a dead silence.

An old eunuch quickly stepped forward, knelt down on the ground, and gently pulled down the robe respectfully.

Among the ten thousand troops, a few more people stood up and urged their true qi together to reverse the strong wind that was blowing.

"Where is the wind coming from?" The young man raised his eyes, with a smile on his face.

"It's Li Bi of the Shenzong, who has just summoned Fengshen after being killed by a thousand swords."

The old eunuch squealed, with a flattering look on his face:

"Your Highness, are you going to kill him?"

"It's murderous!"

The young man raised his hand, beat the old eunuch staggeringly, and cursed.

The force was not heavy, but the old eunuch pretended to be screaming in pain, like rolling a gourd, in the smoke and dust, his feet were on his back, rolling a few times like a tortoise.

The young man narrowed his eyes slightly, Ben raised his hand and put it back.

"Is there anyone from the Shenzong?" The young man looked around and asked in a warm voice.

There was a slight commotion in the surrounding area for a while, and after a long time, a man in gray with a pale face walked out from the thousands of troops.

He bowed to the chariot, and bowed deeply behind him.

"I've met His Highness the Fifth Highness, my subordinate Han Yu, who is the senior brother of Li Pi, Emperor Shenzong."

"Han Bo?" The young man was slightly stunned: "A few years ago, I saw you in the imperial father's barracks."

"Subordinate..."

"Go and kill Li Bi." Before Han Suo could finish speaking, the young man interrupted him.

"Go and kill Li Pi." He leaned forward, stared at Han Bo whose hands were trembling slightly, and spoke again.

"Li Pi is young and ignorant! Fifth Highness, please spare him!"

Seeing that Han Bo became more and more bewildered and speechless, and when he was about to sweat profusely, another person from the ten thousand army came out first, bowed and said.

"I can't forgive you." The young man shook his head, "Li Pi once had wine with the crown prince in the capital, so he belongs to the crown prince. If he dares to do such a humiliating act, Li Pi will die."

"But Shenzong is loyal to His Royal Highness the Fifth Highness!"

"So I only killed Li Bi." The young man narrowed his eyes: "Who is Qing?"

"Baimen faction, Qingtu."

The person who spoke was taken aback by the question, he paused for a while before he came back to his senses and answered.

"Qing Tu, Han Bo, you are limited to half a cup of tea."

The young man said lightly, "If you can't kill Li Pi, you don't have to come back."

"Subordinate..."

Qing Tu, who was born in the Bai sect, still wanted to speak, but saw his old friend Han Yan kept giving him winks, although he was confused, he had no choice but to agree.

"Your servant receives the decree!" Han Bo bowed in salute, and secretly pressed on Qingtu's back, causing the reckless man to bend down heavily.

Immediately, two escaping lights shot up into the sky, towards the gathering place of a cloudy wind, they swept up wildly.

"Go to the boy."

The old eunuch who was rolling on the ground stood up abruptly, and he shouted to a row of internal officials in tea camel-colored palace uniforms:

"With half a cup of tea, if Qing Tu and Han Bo can't kill Li Pi, you can offer up the heads of these three!"

Then, several streaks of light suddenly rose from the ground, darting towards the eye of the wind.

The sound of fighting is still incessant, like a huge chessboard that is being violently spread out.

On the high mountain, the young man rested his chin on his hand and watched with interest, his expression was sometimes surprised and sometimes confused.

"Want to kill?"

Around the chariot inlaid with gold and jade, a man in a white linen robe with three large flags behind his back spoke of his origin.

His face was covered by a layer of purple air, and even his brows were vague and unrecognizable.

The demon who was born in the Yinghuo Army frowned slightly, and bowed to ask for advice:

"Although Lingquan's lineage has committed countless evils, Jiang Yaoshi is also the holy son of the Star Picking Sect. The monks of the Southern Chan School killed him. Should we show something so that the elders of the Star Picking Sect will not feel bad?"

"That's the reason."

The young man who was watching the battlefield with relish woke up from a dream. He lazily turned his head and said with a smile:

"But I hate Jiang Yaoshi, not only that, there is no one in Zhaixingzong who doesn't hate Lingquan's lineage deeply, so I don't have to go overboard on my behalf."

"Besides."

The young man tapped on the car seat lightly, and the clear golden jade voice slowly resounded:

"That's a monk from the Southern Chan sect. When it's your turn to kill, all the masters of the Landa Temple, I'm afraid they have already prepared the means to subdue the demon."

Hearing the words, the human demon froze, he couldn't help but look back, among the thousands of troops, those gray-clothed monks from Landa Monastery with dull faces.

I don't know when, but it has disappeared.

There was an embarrassing look on the human demon's face, he bowed and retreated.

"The left army was broken up by Zhou Yuan Falcon's guards."

After the demon retreated, another person stepped forward.

It was a middle-aged man in a blue official uniform with a tattoo of a soaring white crane on his sleeves. He had a dark and thin face and a capable figure.

He saluted first with his chariot, then straightened his back, and said without haste:

"Sword Immortal Yan Xiao is nowhere to be found, and all the sword attendants are dead."

"Eleven Tribulation Dragon Birth and Extinction Formation was broken by Torch Dragon Guard, Master Wei and Lord Chen who presided over the formation were not spared."

"The first and sixth divisions of the Yinghuo Army have suffered more than [-]% battle damage, and they have already retreated."

"Xuan Yin, Xuan You, and Xuan Xin defected and defeated Fang Tian Luo Yin with all their hands."

"Xu Kun and Guisun were besieged and killed by Torch Dragon Guards."

"Bitter face sea, 28 prime ministers gods, bad chapters, time and day..."

The thin middle-aged man paused for a while before speaking:

Kumianhai and the 28 Prime Minister Gods, the two black demons were trapped by Taiyi Guangwang's barrier, and the bad chapter disappeared. As for Guangyin day. "

He gave a wry smile, and said in a shy voice: "The time is just now, and it has been cut by the sword of Dazheng's local official."

The Sea of ​​Bitterness, the 28 Prime Ministers, the Bad Chapter, Time and Day...

Since Miaoyan summoned the projections of those stalwart existences from layers of void with secret means.

Those indescribable projections were also given various titles.

Kumianhai, 28 prime ministers, Ozhang, and Guangyue day, these four black demons are all stalwart existences that can rival the fifth realm of Mingzang Daxiu.

Even looking at Miao Yan's hand, such a trump card is rare.

The flying twelve-winged octopus, also known as Ozhang, broke through the seal of the purple mist, and was locked in the dead city by the magic circle of Vajra Fu.

And that old starry sky, also known as Guangyin day, just now, has been chopped down by Dazheng's local official with all his strength, and his life has been ruined.

"in this case."

For a long time, amidst the silence, the young man on the chariot sighed:

"Is this battle going to be lost?"

"It's just that I didn't expect that Dazheng's party would let Ran Xu bring Ju Longwei to come in person. The three Xuanxin brothers are actually the dark sons of Ju Longwei."

The thin man bowed slightly and said:

"Your Highness Fifth, according to Chen's opinion, you might as well retreat for a while now. We can calmly deploy our defenses at Xuping Pass, and it is also convenient to ask the Lord for help."

"Whether it's the Qishan armored warriors of the Shouwu Ye clan or the Sumeru crowd of the Landa Temple, only one of these two formidable troops will come and sweep the Dazheng armored guards like a pattern on the palm of your hand."

Thin men earnestly come from:

"Lu Yusheng's holy son was held back by Ranxu, and he couldn't make a move. Please, His Highness Fifth, make a decision early!"

Hearing this, there was a little commotion among the people surrounding the chariot, and some voices of discussion gradually sounded out.

The old eunuch, whose clothes were still stained with dust, frowned, and the ferocious expression on his face was fleeting. It was only when he saw the young man remained silent that he realized that there was no attack.

"Now, do I still have the five realms to spare?"

The young man tapped on the armrest lightly and asked:

"Uncle Wang, Mrs. Zhaoyang, Great Yan Sword Immortal, and Gu Hongzi? Could it be that these fifth-level monks have been dragged back?"

"Return to Your Highness Fifth."

The thin man looked helpless:

"However, those Zheng people used the ten-heart mirror to open up the Dharma Realm, trapping all the adults in the depths of the void, and there is really no way out."

Soldiers to soldiers, to generals.

The more fifth realms of the two countries have long been in the Dharma Realm of the Ten Heart Mirror, and they cannot escape.

As the situation gradually declined, the commotion around the chariot inevitably grew louder.

A few more streaks of light glided down from the far sky, among them were the figures of Qing Tu and Han Bao.

Han Bo was holding a bloody head in his hand, his eyes were red, while Qing Tu was silent.

Several internal officials looked at them coldly, and returned to the queue, standing still.

Looking from the high platform, several red torrents are intertwining and criss-crossing. They are like landslides and seas, and they shuttle violently between the white and black armors, like fire from the gods descending from the clouds.

Torch Dragon Guard——

This army, named Son of Heaven Zheng, is actually a private soldier of King Kong Temple, and it is raging across the battlefield.

As soon as they joined the battle, all the dark monsters were suppressed and wiped out.

"Grandpa Qiu?"

The young man looked at the old eunuch beside him.

"I won't go!" The old eunuch hurriedly shook his head: "If the old slave goes, there will be no one to take care of His Highness!"

"Dog slave!"

The young man yelled and cursed sharply, and beat the old eunuch who was approaching cautiously a few times, but his anger was still lingering.

"I can't retreat! This expedition was fought for me by my concubine!"

The young man sullenly said:

"I returned to Xuping Pass for the first battle. When the news spread to the capital, wouldn't the crown prince and the others become more and more proud! What about my father, what do you want my father to think of me!"

"But..." The thin man said with a troubled expression on his face, "In the current situation, we can only do one or two retreats temporarily. If Ju Longwei rushes up this high platform, even with the protection of Qiu Gonggong, it will be a lot of trouble."

"Dark Demon." The young man said suddenly.

He looked at the general of the Yinghuo Army whose face was shrouded in purple air, and said:

"Do you have a candle ghost in your hand?"

"Have……"

The human devil general was stunned when he heard the words. Although he was extremely reluctant in his heart, facing the young man's staring gaze, he still bite the bullet and said:

"The young general is the leader of the first division of the Yinghuo Army, and he has a candle ghost in his hand."

"Let it out." The young man said lightly.

"This... this is not right!"

The general's complexion changed drastically. He knelt down on the ground and said sincerely:

"Your Highness Fifth, although the Great Zen Master has sealed the black demons to death, it is a real risky move to drive them away! After the young general Guangyue Zhou was beheaded, his mental strength was already exhausted. If he releases the candle ghosts again, I'm afraid ..."

He raised his head helplessly: "I'm afraid I will lose control!"

"Release it."

"clear."

The human-devil general looked around, but no one responded to his gaze, so he could only respond in this way: "Young general, let the candle ghost out."

Just as he was about to get up, he hurriedly stepped back a few steps as if he remembered something.

"Your Highness Fifth." The human-devil general said in a low voice, "If the candle ghost is really out of control, little..."

"With our family here, a little black devil can't be subdued yet!" The old eunuch shrieked and waved his hands impatiently: "Go, go!"

"Then...the young general is gone..."

The human-devil general dragged his legs reluctantly, and in the end, escaped light.

Above the sky, the gangster wind is stirring endlessly, like a huge dragon rolling up and down, and the whistling sound is endless.

After hesitating for a long time, the human-devil general lightly threw a purple pill.

It was pure and deep purple, without half a trace of variegation, and without patterns as carvings.

Seeing Ziwan turning slowly in the sea of ​​clouds, clouds from all directions swarmed over, and a touch of purple slowly spread into the clouds.

"untie!"

The human-devil general made hundreds of weird handprints in an instant, and spoke in a deep voice.

……

……

……

"Standing on my face is stepping on the face of the old man! I can't stand you even if I can't bear shit and pee! You shouldn't have provoked me if you provoke a dragon or a tiger! You are going to die a very miserable death today, the worst, the most miserable!"

On the corpse of a giant beast the size of a mountain, a chubby groundhog jumped up and down, spraying obscene language from its mouth, which was extremely fragrant.

Bai Shu, who just used the big teleportation talisman to move the void and avoid the attack of those big hands, looked at this scene, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

His figure flickered, and he landed on the body of the giant beast.

Bai Shu grabbed the groundhog that was jumping up and down, and said in a strange tone:

"Okay, you, if you kill two Yang Talismans by yourself, will the small universe explode?"

"Uh……"

Sudden startled by Xuan Kong who was holding the back of the neck, he was relieved to see Bai Shu behind him.

"It's not me. Thanks to a strong man brazenly pulling out his sword, I can see your heavenly face, my lord."

The groundhog twisted hard, and when Bai Zhu let go, he ran to Bai Zhu's shoulder and spoke happily.

"Look!"

Xuankong pointed: "That strong man helped me."

Bai Shu looked in the direction Xuankong was pointing at, and saw a figure covered in crimson armor rushing left and right in the mountainous pile of black demons.

The armor was like flowing magma, the high temperature and light continued to diffuse, and wherever it went, even the air twisted and swayed.

Tiny divine characters appeared on the surface of the armor, and bright red flames shot up into the sky, like a rainbow and awns.

"Torch Dragon Guard?"

Bai Shu nodded slightly:

"What a female Bodhisattva."

"Female Bodhisattva?"

The groundhog was stunned, and before he understood it, several sword lights slashed down and wiped out the mountainous pile of black demons.

Immediately, Bai Shu turned into sword light and led him away through the sky.

"Master, what are we doing?" Xuan Kong was still confused.

"Run away." Bai Shu smiled: "If you don't run, you will lose your life."

Xuankong was startled, his lips moved, and just about to speak, his eyes suddenly widened in horror.

Even Bai Shu was startled, the two turned around to look, but saw an unbelievable scene.

light, turbulent light...

The light that was as strong as the rising sun was magnified a hundred times, a thousand times, spreading out in an irresistible manner.

The void is full of wrinkles, each of which is a deep crevice of tens of feet.

In the great light, a hazy figure loomed, it was a dry and thin figure burning with fire.

Half of the sky turned into the color of fire, the clouds were completely engulfed by the light, and the aura spread downward like a tower reaching the sky. Crazy whispers and shouts swept the entire battlefield, and the whole world was screaming. Panic, collapsed!

Candle ghosts, come on stage!

　If there is no accident tomorrow, there will be three changes every day this week. Come to pay back what you owed before, and ask for a ticket with confidence _(:Ⅰ」∠)_

　　

　

(End of this chapter)