I have a long pupil

Chapter 177 The Battle of Tiger Leaping Gorge ([-])
puff!

The light of the knife flickered, and the flesh and blood splattered.

A human head rolled to the ground, mixed with mud and blood, his face was ashen, and his fangs were exposed.

Zheng Sanlang knew this person.

Although they didn't know their names, they escorted Xiangrui to Beijing a few years ago. The two were in the same team, camped on the road, ate meat and drank a lot, bragging and joking.

Everything seems to have happened yesterday,
It seems like a long time has passed.

With the revival of spiritual energy and the fall of mist, everyone is in danger, and former comrades-in-arms have also become enemies.

But Zheng Sanlang couldn't care less about being sad, seeing the roaring corpses around him rushing up like wild beasts, he could only form a circle with his teammates and swing the horizontal knife desperately.

According to the Taoist priest at the Xuandu Temple behind him, this thing is called a walking corpse, which is catalyzed by the poison of the corpse plague, and it is not comparable to the steel and iron bones of zombies.

But this amount is too much.

Almost all of the vanguard battalion with nearly a thousand people was turned into something like this. They broke free from the ropes and rushed from all directions to surround them.

Call ~
A yellow talisman flew out from behind.

More than a dozen walking corpses, like dry wood being ignited, turned into burning men in an instant, and ignited the surrounding walking corpses along the way.

But in the face of thousands of corpses, it is nothing at all.

puff!
A Xuandu Taoist who was protected in the center suddenly spewed blood, staggered and fell to the ground, his face pale.

This is because too many talismans are used, which leads to the chaos of true energy.

call out!
Suddenly a sharp arrow flew out in the darkness, as thick as a baby's arm, directly pierced the Taoist's chest, and nailed it to the nearby tree with a bang.

"Ho ho..."

From the mouth of the Taoist, blood froth kept gushing out.

As he was dying, he remembered the words of his master:
We monks must not be complacent, especially on the battlefield, if the true energy is exhausted and there is no strength to fight back, even those mortals can kill you.

If I had known this, I would not have gone down the mountain...

The Taoist regretted in his heart, his head drooped and he lost his breath.

"Junior Brother Lu!"

Another Taoist in the defensive circle let out a roar, and suddenly turned to look at the dark place in the dense forest, with the sword buzzing and trembling behind him.

Although angry, he did not act rashly.

He is a sword cultivator of Shenjian Peak, but his Taoism is too weak, he has just mastered the sword spirit, and only has two or three chances to use the sword.

He knew that Brother Liang had already dispatched.

There should be at least two people, one using a secret method to wake up the walking corpse, and the other secretly attacking.

Only by beheading these two people will they have a chance of survival.

But do they still have time...

Looking at the walking corpses crazily rushing around, the Taoist's forehead unknowingly oozes cold sweat.

Cui Laodao is also in the team.

He was covered in mud at the moment, his foot was sprained during the escape, his face was pale, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

Not to mention fighting back, I didn't even have the strength to get up and run away.

Looking at the surrounding scene, his heart was filled with ashes, and he murmured: "It seems that the old man will give me my fate today..."

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At Yunxia Pass in the distance, Liang Jun is ready for battle.

On the cliff leading to the pass, there are watchtowers and dark sentries every tens of meters. A simple temple has been built in the city wall and urn, and the flames are blazing in the huge brazier.

More than 30 monks from the Fire Luo Sect gathered around, holding mantras and crazily offering sacrifices.

If you look at it from the spiritual world at this moment, you can see a towering avatar of Borneo, standing like a hill.The four arms behind him are equipped with magic weapons, and in terms of momentum, it is much stronger than before.

It seems to be ready for battle, but the atmosphere is relatively relaxed.

On the city wall, Hou Kun stood with his hands behind his back, listening to the roar of corpses in the thick fog in the distance. Although he couldn't see the whole picture clearly, he had some guesses.

At this moment, a soldier quickly ran to the bottom of the city wall, cupped his fists and shouted, "Report! The Dragon Tooth Guard of Yuzhen Mansion has killed two Xuanduguan disciples."

"My lord is as good at predicting things as a god!"

People around offered flattery one after another.

"It's just a trivial matter, not worth mentioning."

Hou Kunyun waved his hands lightly, and said with a sneer, "I have fought in Daliang for more than half a year, and although I have suffered a lot. But the experience is not comparable to that of these caged birds."

"Let the eminent monks of the Fire Luo Cult keep an eye on it. If there is no accident, the goal of these people is to destroy the altar of descent."

"Yes, sir."

Immediately someone ran to deliver the order.

When the others heard Hou Kun's words, they also took it seriously.

For more than half a year, they have been fighting Yanjiazong, and they have already discovered this.

The monks of the Zongmen are high above the ground, and they only regard the mortal army as pawns, commanding indiscriminately, and causing heavy losses to the army several times.

The only advantage is to send a team of experts to attack, which caused them a lot of trouble.

As for turning dead soldiers into walking corpses and setting up traps, it has long been a routine method of combat for Liang Jun.

Not to mention the enemy army, even Liang Jun's own corpses were not spared, and the soldiers at the bottom had long been accustomed to this.

Seems like an evil act, but no one cares.

Only those who survived the war had the opportunity to speak.

In the eyes of Shi Wenhe, the commander of the army, there was some worry, "My lord, the news that we captured Yunxia Pass has been sent back. In the court, there are many people who are dissatisfied with you, and I am afraid that it will be worse."

After hearing this, Hou Kun didn't care, and asked with a smile: "Wenhe, how do you think the battle in Cangzhou will develop?"

Shi Wenhe, the commander of the army, was silent for a while, "A few days ago, there was a military report that Yanjiazong made a large number of weird puppets, and sacrificed the flesh and blood of the people, and threw them on the battlefield."

"These puppets don't distinguish between enemy and friend, and they are good at hiding, coming and going without a shadow, devouring the flesh and blood of living beings like monsters, creating a huge no-man's land, and they just restrain zombies and insect monsters."

"The army has been blocked and has retreated for more than two hundred miles."

"Whether it is victory or defeat, I dare not guess. The only thing that is certain is that this war will probably last longer."

"Yes."

Hou Kun sneered, "Those people in the court all want to establish an eternal dynasty, but they underestimate the profound potential of the sect. After getting used to war, it will only become more and more difficult."

"If we win, it will be a good thing to exterminate Yanjiazong. Yunxiaguan will be the front line for Daliang to attack Huaizhou in the future."

"If defeated, Yunxia Pass can also become a defensive point, deter Huaizhou, and prevent any changes in Xuandu Temple."

"Whether you win or lose, it doesn't matter if you win Yunxia Pass!"

As he spoke, he smiled slightly and said, "Compared to the cruelty of the Cangzhou battlefield, what is this place? If we don't risk some storms, how can we catch big fish!"

With these words, the blood of all the soldiers was boiling.

call out!
At this moment, another sound of arrows sprang up in the fog.

There is a copper pot whistle in front of the ringing arrow. Depending on the shape, the sound is slightly different. It is difficult for ordinary people to distinguish, but it is clear to the soldiers.

"Boss, the situation has changed!"

"A master broke into the battlefield!"

"The lurking Spike Guard has lost contact!"

call out!call out!call out!
The sound of sounding arrows continued, and the bad news continued one after another.

In the end, there was no roar of corpses in the thick fog, and it was quiet, as if some monster was hidden inside.

The smile on Hou Kun's face also froze.

A trace of gloom flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly: "The eminent monk of the Huoluo Sect, please visit the Vulcan!"

With an order, the messenger immediately jumped down the city wall.

Around the altar of descending gods, the monks of the Fire Luo Cult who heard the order did not talk nonsense, and worked together to lift out a colorful rope figure.

This is the material used by Huo Luojiao to swim the Vulcan art.

The difference is that this colorful rope man is huge, even stronger than ordinary strong men.

boom!
The rope man fell into the brazier and set off a three-zhang flame.

The blazing flames formed a fire tornado, spiraled up, and formed a three-foot-high fire man above the city wall.

Seeing this, the soldiers of Daliang had no strange look in their eyes.

As Huo Luo Sect became the state religion of Daliang, temples spread all over the place, millions of soldiers and civilians prayed devoutly every day, the power of incense and prayers gathered wildly, and the power of Borneo God also recovered a lot.

Although the monks of the Fire Luo Cult could only cultivate slowly in order to prevent being dazzled by the magic, the power of the altar of descending gods had multiplied.

Different from ordinary wandering fire, after this huge fire man appeared, a majestic thought gushed out from the spirit world and poured into fire man's body.

Wolf head, four arms, human body, scorpion tail...

Pyro gradually took on the appearance of the God of Borneo.

Call ~
The Pyroman flew out and soon reached the sky above the canyon, and the torch in his hand blazed brightly, lighting up the entire canyon.

Although the mist is still there, the canyon can still be seen clearly with the naked eye.

On the mountain road in the canyon, two Yuzhenfu monks with sharp horns spilled blood on the spot, and there was no movement.

Zhang Biao was leading Cui Laodao and others to leave the dense forest and retreat along the mountain road towards Huaizhou Daying.

The Huaizhou sergeant also saw this scene clearly.

But no one cheered, because the huge wolf-headed fire man above the canyon was really shocking.

Xu Chen had already seen it, his eyes were cold, and he said in a low voice: "The Dharma Body of the vulgar god...the Huo Luo Sect has become a climate, but if you dare to leave the domain of the gods, you will die!"

Saying that, he jumped onto the altar and yelled: "Go to the Court of God, Thunder will punish God!"

All the Taoists heard the words and recited the mantra together.

On the other side, Zhang Biao was also a little surprised. He raised his head to look at Huo Ren in the air, and activated his eyes of spiritual vision.

You Vulcan (Third Grade Yellow)

1. The divine art of the Huo Luo Sect, evolved from the fire swimming art, can be used to become the dharma body of the Boluo God with the help of the altar of descending the gods.

2. Because of the divine mind of the Boluo God, you can perform magical spells such as fire, flying sand, transparency, and imperial spirits of the Huoluo Sect. The incense will dissipate when the power of the incense is exhausted. The weakness is the targeted magic spell.

3. This ancient magical technique once made the countries in the Western Regions fear, and the Vulcan swept across the sky, patrolling the four directions in the sandstorm...

It seems that the Fire Luo Cult is also on the rise.

Zhang Biao sighed in his heart, but he didn't care, he said to Cui Laodao and others who were terrified: "Don't worry about it, let's go!"

At this time, they were only two miles away from Yunxia Pass, and Hou Kun on the city wall had already seen it, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, and laughed loudly: "Isn't this Brother Zhang, why don't you say hello when you meet old friends?"

As he spoke, he gestured to the people beside him.

Apart from the generals of the Longwu Army beside him, there are many Yuzhenfu Longya Guards, one of them has a pale face and dark pupils, like a dead person.

Seeing Hou Kun's order, he immediately went to the city wall, lit the paper talisman, and shook a huge copper bell at the same time.

Ring Ring Ring!
The bell rang quickly, and the walking corpses that had lost control and were lying on the ground in the dense forest all got up again and surrounded the crowd from all directions.

At the same time, the huge wolf-headed Vulcan in the air also slowly descended, blocking the way of everyone...

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