Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 298 Tengu swallowing the moon
"Sweat!"

The guards of the king's tent outside the room heard the concubine's screams and the shattering of the window lattice. The moment they rushed into the door, they were stunned by the giant hand in front of them.

Bakel struggled and writhed in the jaws of the giant hands, his round face flushed red, and he was dragged out by the giant with leopard head and ring eyes in the eyes of all the soldiers.

"The leader of the barbarians, my—"

Zhang Fei was sweating profusely while clutching the gun in his hand, and laughed wildly with his mouth open. He stepped on the ground excitedly, shaking the ground for two feet. Also roll them away in all directions.

Occasionally, the light of Dharma came, which fell on the door god and disappeared.

"The spell doesn't work!"

"Let the deer-head priest deal with them, and let's kill them with a god-man!"

The role of the door gods is to share the magic damage they each received, but this group of gray sheep priests didn't know it well, thinking that they couldn't deal with it when they encountered difficulties, so they withdrew immediately and gave it to the deer head priest who rushed over.

They cast their eyes on the other gods who landed in the crowd, and then ran in one direction, revealing the deer-headed priest behind him. In the afterglow of the setting sun, the latter was a little at a loss, looking at the four in front of him like a hill. The god man swallowed his saliva.

'A bunch of bastards...Let me deal with them alone. '

A group of Gray Sheep Priests running away squeezed away a few soldiers and rushed to the front, the chaos was complete, there were running, fighting and screaming figures everywhere, more than a dozen soldiers ran past them, behind them was Biao The fat man with a knife in his hand chased after him.

"This fat man is a bit cruel, change him!"

A priest raised his mouth quickly, and everyone turned their heads and looked to the other side. Among the screaming barbarian soldiers, blood and stumps were splashed, and people's bodies were constantly being shot into the air like shells. Half of a human body, covered in blood, stepped on the mutilated corpses on the ground and slashed left and right, slamming wildly, grabbed the barbarian who was rushing and lifted it in mid-air, directly smashed it down, hit the knee, and broke into two pieces.

The crisp sound of bones snapping made a group of priests shudder in unison.

"This one is even more brutal, find another one that is easy to deal with."

"there!"

Someone pointed to the corner of the chaotic battlefield, where a tall man in a black cloak with disheveled hair was sitting on a cart near the tent with his arms around a beautiful woman, talking and laughing.

Then, a spell struck, and the beautiful woman sitting next to the man fell to the back of the car.

"That's all for him. Let's destroy a god-man first, and then join forces with the deer-headed priest and the eagle-feathered priest to kill the others!"

Seeing that the spell worked, a group of Gray Sheep Priests rushed over there excitedly. Xiang Yu, who was sitting on the edge of the cart, clenched his fists amidst the words, and the cloak on his body trembled slightly with his shoulders.

"Wait..."

A black air permeated his whole body, his hair was disheveled, and he turned his face ferociously, and looked at the barbarian priests who surrounded him, got off the cart, straightened their bodies, stood in front of everyone like an iron tower, and connected to the front The words resounded through the air.

"...suicide!"

All the priests stopped in unison, and their hearts jumped violently. In an instant, the flood that shot up from behind the man swept in——

……

Under the red-hot sky, a ray of Dharma light flew over, swirled by the wind and fell to the periphery of the battlefield, and saw the flood rushing, above the turbulent waves, Xiang Yu with a big gun in his hand was pushing the flood forward, In the water, a group of barbarians dressed as priests rolled up and down, howling and walking away from Chen Yuan.

"Is this picking a soft persimmon on Bawang's head?"

Chen Yuan didn't need to guess to know what the state of this group of gray sheep priests was. Facing so many transformed gods and men, the cultivation level of the gray sheep priests was not enough to look at, so they could only find relatively weak ones to deal with, and then they must have seen it Xiang Bawang who talks about love.

"The Overlord is powerful, but he is a bit useless..."

Stepping on the ground swept by the flood, stepping on the ground one by one, walking towards the opposite battle group, Pei Min walked through the crowd with a quick sword mixed with traces of electric arc, not forgetting to guide his disciples a few words, not far away, the figure of Li Bai Elegant and quick, it brought out afterimages, and the sword edge passed through the bodies of the barbarians like the wind. At the moment of closing the momentum, he untied the wine gourd and poured it down. There were bloodstains on the seven or eight soldiers behind him, and then seven Fragmented into pieces.

Farther away, Zhang Liang rode on horseback and danced wildly with spears, throwing out human pestilence from time to time, spraying it in the crowd, and many people fell to the ground and died instantly bleeding from seven orifices; The ground within Zhang Nei shook wildly, knocking the frenzied figures running to the ground one by one, and was stabbed to death by Zhang Bao who came.

"Lei Gong help me!"

"Lei Gong help me!"

Zhang Jiao's voice kept ringing, and the raised staff had never been lowered. The lightning struck by the method fell on the crowd, and a huge bluish-white lightning flashed suddenly. A pair of skeletons appeared in the lightning.

"There is only one stick of incense time, I don't know if this can be resolved... huh?"

In another battlefield that Chen Yuan noticed, in the mana fluctuations she perceived, a barbarian priest was dodging around. His gaze passed through the gaps between figures running chaotically, and finally locked onto that figure——Hu Duyan.

Taking advantage of the surrounding soldiers to avoid Zhao Yun, who was chasing after him on horseback, he cast a few spells from time to time to hit the opponent, but the opponent was a fierce general on the battlefield, with extremely strong acuity, and also took advantage of the surrounding terrain and the barbarian to easily dodge , followed closely behind.

It seemed to be locked, and while running, Hu Duyan met the looking gaze, and met Chen Yuan's gaze in the gap between several soldiers passing back and forth.

"He's here too..."

Looking at the surrounding battlefields, the fight was almost one-sided. On the other side of the king's tent, among the four huge gods, a god with a leopard head and eyes was holding profuse sweat in his hand, causing Hu Duyan to stop suddenly. , stop wasting time.

He looked at the sky, only half of the setting sun was hanging on the top of the hill in front, and half of the full moon could be vaguely seen in the dark sky on the other side.

"I can't handle that much anymore."

When Hu Duyan murmured softly, the gentian spear from behind pierced through the wind, and his whole body suddenly turned into a phantom and disappeared for a short time, and when he appeared two feet away, there was an extra pouch in his hand. It was the wolf bone powder brought out from the high priest's tent. It was originally a spare spell-casting material kept by the high priest, but now it belongs to him.

The bag was opened, and with his fingers, the powder flew out like a stream and flowed to the ground. Among the mutterings, it turned into seven big wolves of gray and white, grinning and rushing towards the The rider on the white horse growled.

Hu Duyan's lips twitched rapidly, and the technique started again.

——God Restoration Curse!

The original seven wolves suddenly turned into fourteen, and the wolves roared and besieged the white horse.

Seeing the silver spear dancing wildly over there, picking, hitting, and smashing wolves, Hu Duyan took a short breath. He looked at Chen Yuan, who had walked across the killing field with a sword and came towards this side, gritted his teeth, Biting the tip of his tongue and feeling the pain, bright red blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

puff!
Hu Duyan spat blood to the ground, raised the wolf tooth amulet in his hand and pressed it on the blood-stained soil, knelt down suddenly, but stared at the figure coming from eight feet away without blinking.

Mouth has begun to murmur words.

Chen Yuan, who was walking over there, suddenly stopped, as if feeling a kind of ferocity and suffocation, and looked up at the sky. At this moment, the sound of fighting around seemed to become a little ethereal at this moment.

In his field of vision, the sunset glow was rapidly sinking into the top of the mountain, the sky and the earth suddenly became dark, and the full moon that had been vaguely floating in the sky became clear and shone brightly.

Wow--

A distant howling of wolves sounded, the cold moonlight sank, and the surrounding clouds floated, like hallucinations, changing shapes in everyone's sight.

It seemed to have turned into a huge wolf head, with dark green eyes showing a fierce look, and it was slowly closing in on the ground in the night sky, and then slightly opened its long kiss, revealing its mouth full of fangs.

Terrible coercion descended on this camp in an instant. Except for a group of gods and men who were not threatened and just felt oppressed, the legs of the Yuejie soldiers trembling here, or looking at the huge white wolf head appearing in the sky, were so frightened that their crotches were wet , limp on the ground.

"Hahaha--"

Suddenly, a wild laughter spread in this oppressive atmosphere. When Hu Duyan got up from the ground, Zhao Yun, who had tore through the wolves blocking him, shot him at the back. However, the moment the gun touched , as if being blocked by something, he bounced the gentian away, even knocked his mount back a few steps and almost fell down.

The situation was reversed, Hu Duyan looked fascinated at the huge wolf head that was gradually approaching in the night sky, just like the scene of the full moon crashing down, he raised his arms and stretched over his head, wanting to touch him.

"The night of the grassland is round, and the White Wolf God is here! People from the southern kingdom are fortunate to see the true face of the White Wolf God!!"

The strong wind blowing around suddenly weakened, and the agitating tents gradually stopped. Hu Duyan, who was speaking, stopped suddenly, and there was a faint barking sound.

Wang Wang Wang --

It was a shepherd dog bred in the Wangzhang tribe. Almost all the dogs barked, making the surrounding Hu soldiers and Chen Yuan stunned.

woof woof! !

A dog barking suddenly sounded behind Chen Yuan. The barking sound was loud and forceful, overpowering all the sounds of the dogs, and reverberating between the heaven and the earth. Chen Yuan hurriedly turned around, and saw a long, slender white dog appearing at some unknown time, looking up. He bared his teeth and growled against the night sky.

next moment.

Near the wolf's head above the night sky, the floating cloud moved unexpectedly, protruding east and west, forming a huge mouth, opened it, and suddenly bit towards the white wolf's head.

Two words popped out of Chen Yuan's mind at this moment: Moon Eclipse.

In his eyes, the white wolf's head that kept falling and getting bigger was instantly bitten, and he roared, while shaking his head to break free, he turned to the floating clouds and the dog's head bit back.

The violent concussion made the entire night sky seem to be torn apart. Hu Duyan below was short of breath, his face was flushed, the white wolf head was blocked, and even he seemed to be hurt. After a few bangs, a puff of blue smoke rose.

And the two huge heads above the night sky were biting each other, and they were originally illuminated by the bright moonlight, but they also instantly went dark.

Between the sky and the earth, it is so dark that you can't see your fingers.

　Today is the first anniversary of the death of the father-in-law Chunfeng, on 10.4, last year's National Day, when the spring breeze just opened, Hu Chen rushed to the funeral not long after the end of the Tang Dynasty.

　　Today is also a day of sweeping graves, burning paper, and working in my wife's hometown.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)