Resurrection of Reiki: Copying the Buddhist magic at the beginning

Chapter 195

Han Yang quickly beheaded Goshawk King, and then saw several demon kings running around.

Although there are many members in Tiangong, they are all low-level monks, but they have no ability to catch up with these big monsters.

The number of strong people in the five realms of the human race is limited, and they can't take care of so many monsters for a while.

Han Yang watched several big monsters fleeing in different directions, but couldn't chase them one by one.

So he simply went to chase the King of Flies first.

At this time, this guy showed his true body, turned into a big fly several feet long, and was buzzing in the sky.

In the blink of an eye, Han Yang stopped in front of it.

The Fly King was so frightened that his heart was broken, he turned his head and wanted to flee in other directions.

But Han Yang sprayed out the black poisonous spider silk and wrapped it directly.

Spiders are the nemesis of mosquitoes and flies. Once the spider silk is entangled, the lord of the flies will be corroded immediately.

It frantically begged for mercy in the cocoon-like spider silk.

"King Han, please forgive me, I will never come to the mainland to eat shit again, please forgive me!"

"King Han, I know I was wrong, I will give you all the shit I found in the future, so you can let me go."

Han Yang's face turned green.

He simply spewed out another large ball of spider silk, making the cocoon thicker again to block the guy's disgusting words, and when it completely turned into pus, he went straight to the direction where the Kanto Roe King was escaping.

The Roe King was running, and suddenly found a golden light coming from a distance, and suddenly became curious, hey, what is this thing?Do you want to go and have a look?

Then he came to his senses, fuck, it was Han Yang.

His legs were so frightened that his escape speed actually slowed down in the face of the approaching death.

"Five-spice roe deer meat, or five-level roe deer meat, my lord...cough, I have never eaten it before!"

Han Yang stopped the roe king in a blink of an eye, and said in a heart-to-heart manner.

The roe deer was about to cry: "King Han, roe deer meat is actually not tasty, otherwise, you should let me go."

"You monsters, who have done a lot of evil, dare to beg for mercy? Die!" Han Yang stopped talking nonsense, and the Qingfeng sword turned into a blue streamer, and slashed towards the Roe King.

The roe deer king gave a strange cry and tried his best to avoid it.

Unfortunately, did not escape.

This sword cut off its head directly.

Han Yang put the dead roe deer king into the storage bag, and went after the other great monsters of the five realms.

It's a pity that in the end, they just intercepted and killed another five-level monster, and the rest had already fled without a trace, and they didn't know where they went.

This time the Yaozu suffered heavy damage, and if a few escaped, it would not be a big deal. It would not be a big problem if they came to the door to kill them one by one in the future.

Han Yang even suspected that these big monsters might not dare to stay in Daxia any longer, for fear that they would run to other prefectures without stopping.

He turned back to the previous battlefield and helped kill some low-level demons, then came to Yu Sheng, threw out the dead roe deer, and said, "Today, I invite you to eat five-spice roe deer meat."

The big monster of the five realms has been tempered. Even if it is dead, it still has a lot of spiritual energy. Although Han Yang has never eaten it, he can be sure that the meat of the five realm monsters must be extremely delicious, and it is very beneficial to the body. benefit.

Yu Sheng treated a lot of people today, and he is exhausted now. When he saw Han Yang, he was relieved, and at the same time, he wanted to snuggle in his arms for a while.

However, seeing many wounded people waiting for treatment, he resisted the urge, and while casting spells to save people, he said sadly: "Today, many people died..."

Han Yang looked at the countless wounded nearby, as well as some of the dead who were seriously injured, and his mood was a little depressed for a while.

He stood up and looked towards the battlefield not far away.

There are corpses all over the mountains and plains.

There are demon races and human races.

For a while, it was unclear whether there were more monster races or more human races.

As the war came to an end, the mountains and plains fell silent.

After the joy after the big victory faded, sadness appeared on the faces of countless people.

Many cadres of Tiangong commanded the living to carry the corpses of the dead comrades back from the mountains one by one, and gathered them together in one place.

Many of the corpses were mutilated, and even half of their heads had been eaten off by monsters, which was too horrible to look at.

Zhong Ming came to Han Yang's side, silently took out a cigarette and lit it.

After a while, he said, "This is the last darkness before dawn. Because of you, there will be no such serious casualties in Daxia."

"This time, it's enough," Han Yang said.

This is a big win.

Also a major casualty.

Many of those who died were young people, their auras recovered, and they had not yet experienced the more wonderful aspects of cultivation, but they had already ended their lives early because of defending this land and the people on this land. life.

People will remember them.

But how do people remember them one by one?
With so many people dead, who can really remember their names firmly except their relatives?
They can only be turned into a symbol of a whole, that is, the members of the Tiangong, who are appreciated and worshiped by people, but the great grief caused by their sacrifices is actually only endured by their relatives alone.

And how many people can really appreciate and remember the collective title and honor of Tiangong Martyr, a member of Tiangong?

Perhaps in decades, hundreds of years, and peace will pass, some young people will even doubt it.

At the beginning, were there really such a noble group of young people who would bravely sacrifice their lives in order to defend the so-called country and people?
Heroes are never worthy of the people.

But the people are always ashamed of heroes.

Du Jie Du Nan and others came over one by one after taking care of their opponents.

The old celestial master originally wanted to jokingly question Han Yang about learning the Golden Light Curse privately, but now seeing Han Yang's sad expression, he sighed and didn't say anything more.

It was the first time that Ling Feng's attitude towards Han Yang became milder.

He looked at the countless red-soaked white cloths all over the mountains and plains with his hands behind his back, and said in a voice that has experienced vicissitudes of life: "In the end of the age... there are many more people who died than here. But the sacrifices at that time were meaningless. But now, the people here Every human life is of great significance. They deserve to die, which is more important than Mount Tai."

Ling Tian also nodded: "Pindao also feels extremely honored to have fought side by side with all the heroes."

Zhong Ming took a deep puff of his cigarette, then threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out: "If the comrades in the Heavenly Palace heard this, they would also feel that... this life is not in vain."

Du Jie Du Nan and the other eighteen monks sat on the ground together and recited scriptures for the heroes who passed away.

"I haven't had a lot of alcohol yet." Han Yang suddenly said softly.

Zhong Ming nodded: "I really should have a big drink today, with these..." He pointed at the scattered beast carcasses, "With these, all kinds of delicacies."

"The young comrades who sacrificed today can't go home, right? Let's have a celebration feast together while their spirits are still there." The old heavenly master looked at the heroic souls wandering in the mountains, and said slowly.

I don't know if it's because of the battle between Han Yang and the Goshawk King, or because of the weather today.

The sky full of dark clouds has not cleared until this time.

It is also because of this that the spirits of the sacrificed Tiangong members were not dispelled by the sun.

"In case the weather clears up, let's set up a soul protection circle." Ling Feng said.

Therefore, several Taoist seniors set up a magic circle on the top of the mountain, allowing the heroic souls of those martyrs to hide in.

At this moment, Han Yang had a sudden thought: "Can we...can form an army of heroic spirits?"

The old heavenly master was stunned: "Although there are methods of ghost cultivation in the world, most of them are sorcery..."

Ling Feng said: "Perhaps we old fellows can try to do something."

Ling Tian said: "This is... something that has never happened before. I don't know if there is something wrong."

The head of Maoshan said: "It has never been done, and it is not impossible. Future generations should think what the predecessors could not think. Han Yang, you dare to think. According to the old man, you can try to do this thing." look."

Han Yang said: "If it works, maybe Tiangong can expand a new department called, Night Tour God, Great Xia Night Tour God..."

(End of this chapter)