At the end of the Ming Dynasty, I freely traveled through Yangshen

Chapter 212 Immortals enter the scene
It is a pity that in the world of Ming Dynasty, life can only provide faith to the world of Journey to the West when it enters the world of Journey to the West. It cannot contribute to the world all the time like in the Great Thousand World. This may be the difference between the laws and rules of the two worlds.

"Kill!"

"Wow! Wow! Wow!"

The battlefield below was already shouting and killing. The three thousand Dashun cavalry charged fiercely at the Tazi army, and tens of thousands of infantry lined up behind them.

The Manchurian soldiers also had strong combat effectiveness. Although it was an expedition of 20 miles, they actually rested for some time in Shanhaiguan and were on par with the Shun army. This kind of large battlefield with more than 30 and nearly [-] people, with overwhelming blood, could Easily disperse the souls of some weak monks.

But this world is not the world of the Yang God. Although the blood energy is masculine, its quality is not condensed at all. The energy and blood of these 10 people in this ordinary world are not enough to kill ghosts and immortals.

Li Zicheng's [-] old soldiers and the remaining more than [-] new auxiliary troops, as well as the miscellaneous troops and the Manchu Tatars were furious. The personnel of the two sides rushed to kill each other clearly. This place was like a Shura field, with several cavalry companies from time to time. Men and horses were beaten into sieves by cannons, and from time to time, Tatars were stabbed through with javelins by Dashun soldiers.

The old battalion soldiers were supervising the battle from behind, but on the Tatar side, dead soldiers were also pushing shield carts in action. The strong wind kept roaring, and there was an indescribable smell of blood in the air. The surrounding beaches were densely packed with corpses, and the blood had already The entire shallow stone river was dyed red.

Every second, people died violently and were chopped into pieces. Some shield vehicles were directly blasted by cannons, and sawdust flew with pieces of meat. This was a decisive battle between the two sides. As long as they won, they could take over or keep the world. Become the common master of the world.

Thinking of the colorful world in the Central Plains and the wealthy southeastern landowners waiting for me and others to massacre and pay, both Dashun and Qing Dynasty became red-eyed, and they continued to kill even if they were exhausted.

Li Zicheng and Dorgon also had their eyes red with blood, and they attacked each other desperately. At the top of the mountain, Zhu Cixiang and many courtiers had already set up the Eight Immortals Table here to drink tea calmly.

To be honest, for Zhu Cixiang, the more casualties there are between the two sides, the better for him, because in the battlefield below, a huge number of people die every second, and the souls of these people are absorbed by Zhu Cixiang. Entering the Journey to the West, the ghosts of 10 people are a huge improvement for the world of Journey to the West.

For the world of Journey to the West, these 10 ghosts are different from faith. Faith is about gathering more from a few, just like cutting leeks. In fact, the power of faith that a person can absorb at one time is not much, but directly absorbing souls is Take them all away at once, including the source of the soul. [-] people is a huge amount, and the two parties cannot be considered at the same time.

Seeing that the fighting below was almost over, Zhu Cixiang and others could clearly see that in the distance, in the direction of Li Zicheng, who was supervising the battle at the height of the red tile shop, the four-color Eight Banners cavalry had broken through the encirclement and was heading towards the Chinese army camp.

The two sides started a fierce battle here. The Tatars rushed all the way from the east bank to the west bank, and even directly overwhelmed the Dashun army in the center of the formation.

One of the riders galloped to Li Zicheng's camp and shouted, "The Tatar soldiers have arrived, your lord (Liu Zongmin) please your Majesty to retreat quickly!"

As soon as he said these words, the military advisor Song Xiance also said to Li Zicheng in panic, "Your Majesty, the Tatars are fierce and Shanhaiguan is no longer accessible. Please leave quickly!"

Li Zicheng also felt that the situation was not right. He knew that it would be dangerous if he continued to stay here, but he could not leave without doing anything. He gritted his teeth and said to a general in the imperial camp, "Quickly tell your lord and Liu Fangliang." Send a message, the army will fight and retreat at the same time!"

The general who had delivered the order had just left, but suddenly the situation between heaven and earth changed. The original windy and howling weather turned sharply, and there was a dull thunder in the sky.

Rumble!
The sky was changing and clouds were lingering. Above the clouds, something seemed to be gestating and appearing. However, the two parties below had not yet realized that something extraordinary had suddenly appeared.

The two sides were still fighting tooth and nail, and the Tatar army had already fought fiercely with the rogue bandits near the central military camp, leaving behind countless corpses of Shun soldiers and Eight Banners soldiers.

"The old battalion of rogue bandits is not weak!" After fighting to this extent, Dorgon, who was standing on the city of Xiluo and overseeing the battle, had to admire Li Zicheng's group, "It's worthy of the people who can take over Beijing, The people under my command are quite capable!"

He looked around and saw that Li Zicheng's people were being defeated and fleeing. But in an instant, Dorgon's eyes suddenly straightened.

"what is that?"

Hong Chengchou, who was beside Dorgon, suddenly exclaimed. He, Fan Wencheng and others beside him were a little stunned.

Because in their eyes, the clouds above Li Zicheng's central camp changed drastically. These clouds actually softened and deformed, forming a magnificent and majestic picture of the Heavenly Palace on the top of the clouds. abundant.

It was as if he saw the Heavenly Palace in the sky suddenly appear and descend into the human world. Dorgon couldn't help but rub his eyes. He thought he was dazzled, but after rubbing for a while and looking up, the outline of the Yunding Heavenly Palace was actually different. Clearer.

In the heavenly palace, it seemed as if someone was constantly moving around, as if it were real.

"Xian, Asgard?"

Fan Wencheng also spoke tremblingly at this moment, "Prince Regent, is that the Heavenly Palace?"

They clearly saw that there were people moving around in this heavenly palace in the sky, and in an instant, seven black spots flew down from the heavenly palace and landed in the human world. Among the seven black spots, one was emitting endless flames. The presence of breath seemed to fly towards them.

This was an existence that looked like a human-shaped fireball. It flew towards it and made all the personnel supervising the operations here in the Qing Dynasty feel numb.

"No! That thing is coming!"

Dorgon reacted quickly and shouted below, "Hurry up and shoot down that thing!"

"Scum!"

The gunner took the order, quickly adjusted the muzzle with all his strength, and immediately opened fire on the human-shaped flame.

Rumble!
Several artillery fired at the figure flying in the sky. The figure flying in the sky was already approaching. It was a god about six feet tall. Two hot wheels at his feet exuded the breath of fire. He held a red tassel gun in his hand. Hanging on the Qiankun Circle and surrounded by Hun Tian Ling, he turned out to be the Taoist god Nezha, the Marshal of Zhongtan, who was well-known in the Central Plains and even outside the country.

The artillery was like a ball, roaring towards this immortal figure, but Nezha's footsteps were soaring, his body was changing, and he was able to dodge the cannonballs with ease among these red-clothed cannons. Even though Nezha's Dharma Body was only at the manifest level, he could not directly Stopped the cannon, but this agile posture still put great psychological pressure on the Tartar army below.

　Just write it like this.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)