An evolutionary game starting from Suolongjing

There seemed to be a dark cloud in the sky covering the palace.

Wenwu, who was just like a wood carving and clay sculpture, subconsciously looked up, and through the window, he saw the huge figure standing on the ground.

Horror!

Panic!

It was more of an unexpected panic.

According to their thinking, even if the backbone of the Western Turks' gods were wiped out in the previous battle, there were still thousands of wizards and more than 100,000 cavalry who went to the battlefield, and even 100,000 pigs were slaughtered. It also takes a long time.

Not to mention 100,000 fully equipped elite cavalry!

If they are all used as cannon fodder, they can delay it for a while longer. By then, all the wealth and population will be transferred outside the royal city. They can naturally bring their own tribe's warriors to find a city and occupy it as king.

Of course, there is no way to stay in the Western Region, and the Middle Earth is probably also in danger.

They heard that south of Tubo, beyond the snow-capped mountains, was a land flowing with milk and honey, and they planned to go there to see it.

It is uncertain whether a Southern Turkic Khanate will be established by then and inherit its former glory.

Since they were ready to kill the hozens, they naturally remained silent in response to the Turkic King's previous inquiry.

But now

They did not expect that the spirit of the Tang Dynasty would come so quickly that they were blocked in the palace.

What on earth are those 100,000 pigs doing?

Although they were furious in their hearts, the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty could no longer pretend to be deaf and dumb at this time. They were afraid of the huge figure outside the royal city.

He turned to look at the Turkic King on the throne.

Your Majesty, please do something, Your Majesty!

Originally, the Turkic King was looking at the Mingjiao monks with a smile. When he noticed the anxious eyes of the civil and military officials of the court, he chuckled and said: "Why do you think this distribution is unfair?

No matter what, come and tell me what position you want, I will give it to you personally! "

"Looking at what I am doing, do you still want to sit on this throne?"

"It's over, it's over, the king is crazy!"

Listening to the words of the Turkic King, the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty closed their eyes in pain. These were all the sins they had committed before, and now they drove the King crazy.

"Really, are you crazy? But if he is a lunatic, then how should our Mingjiao relate to the national destiny of the Western Turks?" The monks had a headache. They refused to enshrine the state religion sooner or later, but they became crazy after turning away from the state religion. .

Zoroastrian hurriedly waved his hands and shook his head: "Well, don't look at me. I don't know."

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Seeing the Turkic king who only smiled, the civil and military officials in the court simply ignored him and started talking about him.

They urgently need a life-saving straw.

So, his eyes focused on the old wizard: "National Master, National Master, can you say something? You, the old man, are the most familiar with this mysterious thing?!"

"The old man is no longer the national teacher!" The old wizard replied with a smile: "The king just issued an order that Mingjiao is now the state religion, so naturally all the monks are the national teacher."

"I'm just an ordinary bad old man. Thanks to the king for not giving up, the old man can stay in the palace, but I don't dare to say any more unnecessary words!"

Although he believes that the Western Turks still have the strength to fight.

Emptying the ancestral temple, even if they can't win the battle, can break two teeth of the Tang Dynasty and let them know how difficult the Turks are. But since it is the decision of the Turk king, since he wants to keep a fire for the Turks, The old wizard didn't object.

Just comply.

If there were gods, the ancestors would be lucky enough to live in the grasslands.

After waiting for thousands of years, the descendants of Turks may not have a chance to rise again.

As for the current group of fly-camping dogs, if they can ask for the help of the Mingjiao, they will survive. If they can't ask for it, then they will be buried together. Looking at the civil and military officials gathered in front of the Mingjiao monks and arguing non-stop, the old wizard smiled laughed.

He turned around and walked to the throne. After bowing to the Turkic king who was watching the play, he stood diagonally behind the throne.

The blood pressure that had already been dragged down by the Turkic King soared, and when he encountered these civil and military officials who were buzzing like flies, the monk completely exploded and waved his butcher knife at these people.

After killing a group of people and frightening them, the monks breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he turned to look at the Zoroastrian believers, who grinned and said: "How about it, if we defeat the Tang Dynasty, we will divide the Western Region equally between you and me."

The monk spoke seductively.

Let them face the giant god alone, and they still feel a lot of pressure.

He wanted to bring in an ally, but the Zoroastrians shook their heads almost like rattles without even thinking about it, their faces full of resistance.

There is no other way, the monks can only save themselves.

Sitting cross-legged in the middle of the palace, they muttered words, tried to communicate, and invited the power of Mani Buddha to come. At the same time, several monks and ministers went outside the palace to mobilize their troops.

Anyway, it has the status of a state religion, so it’s not in vain if you don’t use it.

Although the giant god is extremely fierce, no matter how strong it is, it should be limited. As long as the army can withstand it for a while, after they pray for the arrival of Mani Buddha, isn't it going to be a pinch?

With beautiful thoughts in mind, the auras on the monks' bodies bloomed with shining light.

As the monks chanted, a phantom was gathering above their heads. As soon as the phantom of the Buddha appeared, it began to absorb the national fortune above the monks.

Seeing this, the huge figure outside the city opened his mouth to speak for the first time.

A sound like a thunderous explosion resounded over the royal city:

"You are so brave. You dare to eat this guy. Are you really not afraid of a sword slashing down and killing you?"

After he finished speaking, the breathtaking aura did not rise behind him as promised.

Just like those searching eyes, Zhang Ke turned his head curiously and saw that the emperor had disappeared without knowing it. There was only a sword energy in the sky that gathered the energy of clouds and hardware, and it was spinning slowly. The tip of the sword was swinging back and forth, like a poisonous snake searching for prey.

Seeing this, Zhang Ke's face darkened.

This is not the day we promised, there are at least four or five hours left.

He complained a little in his heart, but it seemed that he was ready to let him do it himself.

Also, if the emperor still stays here.

So does Zhang Ke get the credit for the final destruction of the country, or does he have to be divided? Even if the emperor himself doesn't care about this, he still seeks truth from facts.

Like now, although the emperor ran away, he still left a sword energy to frighten Xiao Xiao and make the gods and old monsters in Middle-earth worry.

Not only did he achieve the promise with Zhang Ke, but he didn't have too much of a presence.

After confirming that his greatest foreign aid is just sword energy.

Zhang Ke summoned the sea of ​​fire without hesitation.

Originally, the sea of ​​​​fire was still spreading, burning those evil gods who escaped from the royal city, but now under his call, the encirclement suddenly shrank, and the sea of ​​​​fire quickly spread under the city wall.

The majestic city wall several feet high had no effect at all. The flames poured in along the top of the city wall and through the gaps in the four city gates. In just a blink of an eye, the bustling royal city was engulfed in a sea of ​​flames.

With the help of Zhang Ke's spiritual thoughts, he searched for those beings with spiritual intelligence and magical power in the royal city.

Wizards, monks, Zoroastrian believers, and even demons and evil spirits were all among those burned. As for ordinary people, only those who had done the most evil were lucky enough to enjoy the favor of the True Fire of Samadhi.

Before they even came into contact with the real flame, their bodies were ignited by the high temperature.

With a sound of "Teng!", flames soared into the sky, igniting clusters of torches. The flesh and blood body was quickly incinerated in the flames and turned into a charred and fragile corpse. When it fell, it hit the ground and turned into a handful of ashes.

Having lost his last refuge, his soul gradually melted into the sea of ​​fire.

Even the deepest part of the soul, the ray of true spirit that should have returned to heaven and earth, was repeatedly licked by the flames, turning them into blank slates, and then reluctantly "let go".

Flame, purify everything!

Of course, for ordinary people who have never practiced spiritual practice and do not carry too many sins.

Real fire is not fatal. Even if it passes by, you will only feel a scorching high temperature, but your skin will not be burned.

The real threat to them was the memory of tonight.

Being in the royal city, surrounded by a sea of ​​fire, strangers or familiar people were set on fire. Incineration is a challenge to one's nerves. In addition, there was also the smell of burnt meat in the hot air. diffuse.

Hell on earth is nothing more than this!

After this night, those who luckily did not go crazy will probably have a psychological shadow on meat eating for a long time in the future.

But this is beyond Zhang Ke's consideration.

Not affecting ordinary people is the result that he tried his best to avoid. If there is some aftermath, he can only hope that after the Tang Dynasty takes control of this land, the group of monks and Taoist priests can fool him.

As for him, he had more important things to do.

Zhang Ke's eyes moved from the burning and howling royal city to the Turkic Palace. His eyes reflecting the sea of ​​fire looked at each other with the compassionate eyes on the rooftop of the palace.

"All life is reduced to ashes, and all things are dying in the sea of ​​fire. You are guilty of grave sins!"

"You should go to hell to atone for your sins!"

On the rooftop, the Buddha, who had already formed his body, commented to Zhang Ke calmly.

Following his words, the monks around the Buddha were like repeaters, repeating the words: If you sin deeply, you will go to hell.

The sound stirred up the wind and waves and condensed into shape in the sea of ​​fire.

Transformed into unfamiliar words, the more complete the characters, the more complete and rich the meaning contained. Later, even if Zhang Ke did not recognize every symbol in the string of characters, it did not prevent him from understanding it. There is a sense of repentance in it.

See it and understand it.

This string of mantras actually records all the battles, large and small, that Zhang Ke has experienced since he set foot in the Western Regions. Everything is recorded in detail.

That's all. The key point is that it uses Zhang Ke's perspective to repent and repent. The target is those dead evil gods and monsters. As it forms, strands of matter are gathering in the air.

Resentment, anger and other negative emotions condensed in it, like ink, dyeing the characters a dark color.

Although I don't know what kind of evil magic this is, Zhang Ke will definitely not allow it to be realized.

After a brief gaze, a red-gold rope came out of Zhang Ke's body. He grabbed the rope and pulled hard.

Passed through the sea of ​​fire and smashed towards the balcony of the palace.

In just one stroke, the barrier covering the palace was shattered. The golden light flashed away, directly binding the talkative monks tightly. At the same time, the extra rope turned to stab That string of spells.

"boom!"

The huge light wheel behind the Buddha's head burst out with a beam of light, knocking the Immortal Binding Rope away from the position of the incantation.

Before the rope could be adjusted, the Buddha stretched out his hand and tapped it gently.

As it moved, the light wheel condensed by the national destiny at the back of its head seemed to be squeezed, shrinking by half in an instant.

The light wheel that was originally brighter than a searchlight was now slightly less powerful than a small flashlight.

And with the addition of the national destiny, the spell was completely formed, floating towards Zhang Ke, as if it wanted to follow him.

Zhang Ke naturally couldn't just sit back and watch this thing stick to him.

Immediately mobilize the surrounding real fire accumulation and rush towards the dark mantra.