Qiankun Storyteller

Chapter 162
The Anyang River in Donghe County is full of big waves and surging waves.

Under the night, Bailong Mountain, the temple shines brightly, and the treasures are solemn.

A school of mortal pure land, Buddhist holy land scene.

In Bailong Temple, under the Longhua tree, an old monk with white eyebrows is sitting upright.

He also saw a young man with red lips and white teeth approaching, his brows were furrowed, and his expression was serious: "Brother, they're making a move."

"Amitabha!"

The white-browed old monk opened his eyes, but there was not a single wave in his eyes, and said calmly: "The great work is about to be accomplished, and the great work is about to be completed. We must guard the White Dragon Temple and make sure that we will not lose it for three days. After three days, the work will be completed. We will do our best to protect the White Dragon Temple." Get it right!"

"Follow the plan, let's go!"

"Yes!"

Bai Fozi retreated in response, leaving only a tree, a monk, and a painted wall in the backyard, gradually singing Sanskrit.

……

Outside the Bailong Temple, beside the Anyang River, there is already a formidable scene.

Thousands of soldiers, with fierce aura, formed a siege outside the Bailong Temple. Except for the Anyang River hanging down from the wall, the other three sides were blocked.

Suddenly, in the distance, Huaguang suddenly appeared, galloping with the sound of rumbling hooves, and arrived in front of the barracks.

"Stop!"

Immediately, the guards raised their halberds to intercept, but saw a young girl galloping forward, showing the gold medal in her hand.

Seeing the gold medal, the imperial guards retreated immediately, the girl galloped into the camp, but the others turned around and left.

The girl rushed into the camp, and just before the big tent, she got off her horse and stepped into the big tent of the Chinese army.

"Smoke girl!"

Everyone in the tent stood up to greet each other, the leader was a young general with a white face like jade, elegant temperament, but dressed in armor and handsome uniform: "Where is that gentleman?"

The maid shook her head and said: "Mister said he has his own plans, and I will follow suit. If there is any danger, he will take action."

"This……"

"Bastard!"

"The lucky ones dare to be arrogant!"

Hearing this, everyone in the tent frowned, and the two generals on the left and right behind the young man cursed directly.

"Ok?"

The maid's eyes turned cold, and she looked at the second general: "You two generals, please respect yourself, Mr. Su is His Highness' teacher!"

"..."

The faces of the two warriors froze, and they wanted to argue but didn't dare, so they could only turn their heads away, gritted their teeth, and whispered indignantly: "Fortunately, you are a villain!"

"All right!"

As soon as the young man finished speaking, the two of them stopped talking immediately. The generals in the army ordered and prohibited them, which was normal.

The maid didn't pursue it with the two of them, because she also knew that the lucky ones are indeed unpopular, especially in the military, where seniority and merit are the most important. The lucky villain of Shang Rong En's dignitaries?
The maid ignored the two and only looked at the young Confucian general: "General Chen, are you ready?"

"It's already ready!"

The young Confucian general greeted the maid and sat down, and said: "Just wait for the sunrise, the morning sun rises into the sky, and sweep away the evil spirits, I will send troops to attack the mountain, and I will destroy the Bailong Temple within a day!"

"it is good!"

The maid nodded, and said in a deep voice: "The general is the commander, and he governs the three armies. The servants dare not say much, but one thing is, within a day, we must break through the evil dragon formation of the White Dragon Temple, and decapitate the White Lotus Daming King. If not, His Highness' plan will be ruined..."

"Miss Yan, don't worry, if you can't break the White Dragon Temple within a day!"

The young Confucian general stood up: "Chen Xing is here to see you!"

……

Midnight passed in a flash.

The rising sun broke through the darkness, and a ray of sunlight fell on the Bailong Temple on the top of the mountain, which looked even more sacred and solemn.

However, at the foot of the mountain, the armored soldiers in front were already ready to go, and a blood-iron aura was condensed, and the army was like a gun, pointing directly at the Buddhist temple.

"Attack the mountain with a thunderbolt, first explore the truth!"

In the army formation, Chen Xing held up the command flag and threw it down.

"Yes!"

The orderly soldiers were ordered to leave, and the strict army formation changed accordingly.

After a while, ten Thunderbolt chariots rolled out from the formation, loaded with stone bullets, and smashed towards the mountain.

Not seeking precision, only seeking strength, one after another thousand catty stone bullets flew out with a thunderbolt, hitting the mountain with a rumbling sound, the ground shook and the mountain shook, dust and smoke billowed, and in a blink of an eye, Bailong Mountain was devastated everywhere.

However, the Bailong Temple on the top of the mountain was unscathed, not only because the top of the mountain was too high, most of the thunderbolt chariots could not be thrown, but also because of the sound of the dragon chant, the Buddha's light suddenly appeared, and it condensed into a dragon and a tiger. The formation will protect the Bailong Temple in it.

Mountain gate formation!

To be precise, it was the large formation at the gate of the temple. The Buddha's light only protected the White Dragon Temple, but did not completely cover the White Dragon Mountain. After all, no matter how strong the thunderbolt chariot was, it was impossible to smash down such a majestic White Dragon Mountain.

Chen Xing never thought of smashing Bailong Mountain down, and the thunderbolt car formation began to calibrate the target, and bombarded the Bailong Temple on the top of the mountain with all its strength.

But after several rounds of bombardment, the Bailong Temple remained motionless, and the brilliant Buddha light formed by the dragon coiling and the tiger squatting smashed all the flying boulders into pieces.

"It really is the law of the evil dragon!"

"Attack the mountain, break the formation!"

Chen Xing's expression remained unchanged, he threw two command arrows, and immediately saw two generals come out, catch the command flag, turn around and leave.

After a while, the thunderbolt car stopped, and the two generals each ordered an elite soldier, and the black dragon rushed up the mountain like a body, and went straight to the mountain gate formed by the evil method of raising dragons.

Chen Xing also got up, and said coldly: "Bow!"

Immediately, two personal guards took out a big bow and came to Chen Xing with difficulty.

Chen Xing reached out, held the back of the bow, and easily lifted the big bow, and then the arrow was on the dragon string, and the bow was drawn to the full moon, and the aura of the surrounding army moved accordingly. The bow in his hand, the arrow on the string, condensed into scarlet The color reveals a shocking murderous aura.

Military Secret Art - Seven Kills!

"break!"

"Broken! Broken! Broken!"

Hearing a stern shout, the battle drums in the army beat, helping the battle and breaking to the top.

Chen Xing's arrow locked on, and the seven kills were completed. Immediately, he released the bowstring, and a blood-colored rainbow shot out from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain, and blasted into the big formation of the mountain gate.

Suddenly...

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, the earth shook and the mountains shook, and there was the sound of dragons moaning and mourning faintly. The aura of dragons and tigers scattered away, and the bright Buddha light flickered and disappeared, and was hit by this arrow to the edge of shattering.

Not surprising.

Although the large array formed by the magic of raising dragons has the power of dragon energy to ban all spells, but as the commander of the military strategist and the general of the Great Zhou Wei, Chen Xing's dragon energy of the Great Zhou Dynasty is stronger. Killing the secret technique, under an arrow, the formation of the mountain gate is naturally crumbling, which is unbearable.

The formation of the mountain gate formed by the sorcery of raising dragons was on the verge of collapse. The two soldiers who went up the mountain, under the command of two military generals, turned into two black dragons and rushed towards the White Dragon Temple. The gate of the temple was broken.

Right at this moment...

"Roar!"

Hearing a roar like a dragon or a tiger, a mighty figure stepped out of the mountain gate of Bailong Temple, with three heads and six arms in the form of wrath, holding a treasure wheel, a vajra, a trident and other magic tools, and a white lotus crown on the top of his head, the crown Underneath is the blue-faced fangs, like a yaksha evil spirit.

Exactly—Bai Lian Daming King!

(End of this chapter)