lethal arsenal

Chapter 311
The rain is like a waterfall.

The big flag on the head of Cheshi City was knocked down by raindrops.

No exhibition allowed.

The zombie soldiers were squatting half-crouched, with their fangs exposed, their lips pressed tightly together, holding a powerful crossbow, and their eyes fixed on staring down, waiting for a collision with the Qing troops who were about to rush into the city.

Who knows!

The sound of kerosene being applied and the fuse burning was particularly clear in the rain.

Boom!

Hundreds of artillery shells aroused sparks and poured through the rain curtain.

The golden and red torrent illuminated the night sky, as well as the ancient city swallowed by darkness, and the artillery fire flooded the city walls.

A flash of light pulled out a shadowy figure on the wall.

Zombies all over the city lowered their bodies and looked like beasts, waiting to collide with the Qing army.

The rain fell on the zombie soldiers, weakening the defense of the zombies.

The rumbling sound of artillery suppressed the thunder, blew up the earth wall, and crushed the zombies with red eyes under the rubble.

No confrontation yet.

Bai Yanlong's troops lost the city wall.

"Kill with me!"

Bai Yanlong hung two axes on his waist and pulled up the flagpole with one hand. The sharp flag tip tore the air and whistled, pointing straight at the Qing army.

"kill!"

Lin Dong's tiger roar resounded through the camp, and he rode the ghost tiger and rushed to the front. The Qing soldiers on the left and right were like a tide, rushing toward the big hole in the city gate.

With a rumble and the earth wall rolling, some of the stiff generals under the White Flame Tiger picked up rubble as big as a water tank and threw it at the waves of Qing soldiers.

The rocks are like cannons, and they break into pieces when smashed.

Jin Shun followed Lin Dong closely, kicked his stirrup, jumped up high, threw the big gun in his hand, and with a bang, penetrated the huge stone into pieces.

Bai Yanlong was carrying a bright red white dragon banner, his eyes were sharp, and he smiled coldly at Jin Shunsen.

"die."

The large scroll in the hand of the White Flame Dragon was rolled up, and a black energy poured into the flag. The bright red White Dragon Flag unfolded, and the edge of the flag became as sharp as a blade.

The water droplets in the air were chopped up by the sweeping flag.

The top of the flagpole was like the tip of a sharp spear. The white flame dragon flew down and stabbed Jin Shun's leaping body with the spear.

"clang!"

The bronze-green three-pointed spear was raised diagonally, and the reverberating sound waves penetrated and scattered raindrops.

The mountain-shaped spear head is pressed against the tip of the flag.

The white flame dragon was furious, and the huge mouth on its belly opened, spitting out a stream of black air, like a big python, biting hard at Jin Shun.

"Hmph, I don't know whether to live or die."

Lin Dong's eyes flashed brightly, the veins on his arms bulged, and blue magic lines climbed up his arms. While he jumped up and pulled Jin Shun away, he clapped his left hand, sending out a wave of air to blow away the black smoke. Composed of boa constrictor breakdown.

He twisted the gun shaft with his right arm and turned it sharply.

Slightly inferior in strength, the flag in Bai Yanlong's hand was picked up by the armor-piercing three-pointed spear.

"die!"

Lin Dong roared loudly, and the speed of thrusting out the big spear in his hand suddenly increased.

【Ghost hero eight fights! 】

In an instant, the shadows of spears shot out all over the sky, frantically licking the flesh and blood of the white flame dragon, its arms, thighs, and the huge teeth on its belly, click!As if it was touched on a piece of fine steel, the acupuncture points were closed, purple hair covered the whole body of the white flame dragon, and there was a roar like gold and iron.

The purple hair fell to the ground, and the white flame dragon's expression was particularly frightened.

Click!

In the last shot, the gun tip was bitten by Bai Sensen's canine teeth.

Sparks scratched out from the tip of the gun.

The rusty bronze gun head and the canine teeth of the big mouth on the belly of the white flame dragon compete with each other.

Lin Dong's eyes sharpened, and the strength in his arms increased. The White Flame Dragon's teeth chattered loudly and refused to let go, as if he wanted to bite the head of the three-pointed spear into pieces.

Bai Yanlong pulled out the two short axes on his waist with both hands.

"Grass."

Lin Dong slapped the gun barrel and simply let go. Under the inertia, the figure of the white flame dragon flew backwards and disappeared into the zombie group.

……

The night swallowed the earth, and the cold wind in the desert cut the grass. A group of men in black robes passed through the desert and sand mountains, and finally arrived at the southern end of the Western Region.

This is a yellow barren sand mountain.

Standing quietly in the desert, there are continuous Maurya temples sitting on the mountain peaks. The oil lamps are as bright as daylight. The black stone pagodas illuminated by the firelight erupt with the sound of bells like a mountain torrent.

It seemed to be welcoming the arrival of this group of black-robed men.

The stars shed their light on the stone path, and the man in black robe walked forward on foot, stepping onto the stairs that seemed to lead straight to the sky.

Sandwiched between the two temples is a huge white statue of the god.

Big Peacock King Ming!

With a crown on his head, bracelets on his ears and arms, he rides on a golden peacock king and sits in lotus position on a white lotus flower.

Solemn and solemn, extremely majestic.

A stele is erected in front of the statue of the god, on which is engraved the ancient Qin small seal script - "Zhunzimen" has the meaning of "Incomparable Enlightenment" for all dharma; "Those of the "Tizimen" (Tizimen) have the meaning of "No choice or sacrifice" for all dharma.

Zhunti Buddha Mother is the Peacock Buddha Mother!There is also a saying that Sakyamuni built a six-foot-long golden body on the top of the snow mountain, but was swallowed by a peacock. Sakyamuni was afraid that the golden body would be stained and did not want to come out from the door, so he opened his back and stepped on it. Lingshan.

A statue of Buddha Mother, Peacock and Ming King Bodhisattva was enshrined.

A group of men in black robes stood quietly in front of the statue in silence.

The leader suddenly opened his robe, revealing a face with a high nose and deep eyes, with a flash of fanaticism in his blue eyes.

"Come on someone!"

Poche waved his arm.

A man in black robes spontaneously walked out. He looked very young. He knelt down in front of the Buddha statue willingly.

A group of black robes immediately prostrated.

"Good boy!"

Boche murmured, reached out and gently rubbed the believer's curly reddish-brown hair, then pulled out the scepter from his waist with his other arm and raised it high above his head.

"Ara Omba!"

"Start the ceremony!"

"Long live the Buddha Mother!"

"Moo!"

He yelled loudly.

The scepter suddenly fell.

puff.

A muffled sound.

The base of the scepter inlaid with six golden wings was inserted into the top of the fanatic believer's skull, and blood overflowed.

The fanatic believer's eyes suddenly shot out of his eyes, and he shed two lines of bloody tears.

The strange thing is that this person is not completely dead yet.

"Ah Weng, have you found the mountain full of gold and the river flowing with milk?"

The fanatic believer seemed to feel no pain at all and whispered in his mouth.

"Buddha Mother, Buddha Mother! Please listen to my call."

Boche, known as the Maurya King, roared loudly.

Blood gushed out like running water, swimming along the rugged stone slabs, like a centipede, slowly climbing up the base of the statue.

The fanatic believer's face became paler and his body trembled non-stop.

In no time.

It turned into a stiff mummy.

The peacock carrying the Bodhisattva suddenly spoke, with a clear and melodious voice.

"Master Boche, why are you here?"

Bo Che suddenly raised his head, looked directly at the stone peacock, and said with gushing anger: "You don't know?"

"The Qing army has already invaded, and our children have been slaughtered."

"The holy fire in the religion is about to be extinguished. If Mother Buddha does not want to fall into the endless darkness forever, please give me a helping hand."

Such an arrogant tone made the scum fall off the malachite statue.

"Buddha Mother said that she understands and wants you to go to the ancient city of Loulan and meet Protector Peng. That is the place where everything ends."

"It's extremely cold, and the heavy snow on the Tianshan Mountains will set tomorrow. The snow will seal everything for seven days, and the snow will become a barrier between the south and the north."

"You may be able to usher in a long preparation period. Whether you can defeat the Qing army depends on you."

Peacock said so.

"Peng Demon King?"

A flash of anger flashed across Poche's face.

From a doctrinal point of view, Boqie, as the leader of the cult, is considered the top leader, while Demon King Peng is subordinate to him.

However, as a ray of true spirit of gods and demons in ancient times.

How could Poche subdue this evil creature?

The Peng Demon King keeps a city in captivity. He is independent and happy. He does not pay attention to the various rules of the Peacock King Sect, and even often ignores Boqie.

If so, that's all.

At worst, we won't have any contact with each other.

But this Peng Demon King often misses the scepter in Boche's hand, forcing Boche to lead a group of believers and flee to the north.

At this moment, the Peacock Buddha Mother actually asked him to cooperate with the Peng Demon King?
Poche couldn't help but feel surprised.

"What if I don't want to?"

He lowered his voice, clenched his fists, and the words seemed to be squeezed out of his hoarse throat.

"You have no choice, Master."

After the malachite statue finished speaking, it closed its eyes and returned to the appearance of a stubborn stone.

"Damn."

"hateful."

Boche pulled out his scepter and roared to the sky. The last blood in his skull spattered. The body of the young believer fell softly, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

(End of this chapter)