An evolutionary game starting from Suolongjing

The sea of ​​fire gathered.

Layers of flame waves intertwined and condensed into fiery snakes covered with sharp fangs and rushed out.

Collide with the spell.

"boom!"

There was a violent roar in the air, and sparks flew!

Immediately afterwards, a violent stream of air burst out and swept in all directions.

At the core of the explosion, the surface of the spell facing the impact of the fire snake rippled like water waves, and some black mist drifted out, turning into ferocious beast heads.

There was a remnant soul that looked like a centipede. After breaking free from the shackles of the spell, it flew towards Zhang Ke with its fangs and claws in the air. Its eyes as clear as red crystal were full of madness and desire for destruction.

There was also a scorpion with a pair of mutilated limbs, which landed on the dome of the palace. It raised the barbs on its back and swung it towards Zhang Ke, spitting poison.

But, not before they came into contact with Zhang Ke.

The fire snakes scattered around entangled themselves, and the snake body slowly tightened, strangulating these monsters with claws and fangs, bit by bit, and then swallowed the black mist escaping from these monsters, swallowed it into their belly, and used the real fire to kill them. It melts.

And where the black mist surged above the spell, there were more animal heads, and human heads were struggling and roaring on the surface of the spell, but they were still unable to break free.

After a while, the turbulent incantation had stabilized again, and those hideous beast heads were reluctantly covered under the incantation again. But in the process, Zhang Ke noticed that under the incantation, There are strands of golden threads in the core, arranged like a spider web.

It was these threads that reglued the incantation that was about to collapse after being hit by the fire snake.

These golden threads are nothing but the manifestation of the national destiny of the Western Turks.

The remnant souls of demons, resentment, hatred, etc. are originally evil thoughts and chaotic things. If they are combined with the national destiny that represents the order of a country, it would be a matter of luck that the smoke from the ancestral graves would not explode directly.

After kneading it into this incantation, it was really difficult for Zhang Ke to understand.

No, it's not entirely impossible.

With the current situation of the Western Turkic trees falling down and the hozens scattering.

As the manifestation of a country's power, the national destiny is like an old man lying on a hospital bed and falling into a dying state.

Even if he knew that someone was planning on his family property, or even attacking him, he would still be unable to resist.

Otherwise, if we change the target, even if it is a small city-state in the Western Regions, even if Mingjiao is currently the state religion.

Play like Mani Buddha.

Before the spell could take shape, the backlash from the imperial court had already arrived.

It would be easy to knock it off the altar, and it would even be traced back to its true form, doubling the sins of the country on its shoulders.

Even if the kingdom falls.

As long as there is a trace of the original bloodline, this sin will still have to be carried.

A country's sect and the country are not just talk about it casually.

Although I don’t know what method Mani Buddha used to suppress the backlash that should have occurred in the national destiny of the Western Turks, but as the supreme god of the state religion, he could not escape unscathed when he committed such evil deeds.

While the body of the mantra was still trapped by the fire snake, it was squirming toward Zhang Ke at a slow speed.

A spell had already been imprinted on its body, from an ink stain that first appeared on its clothes to an entire copy of the incantation imprinted on its body. After that, the incantation continued to spread to the surroundings.

Before even touching Zhang Ke's hair, he had already done eight hundred damage to himself.

Seeing this, Buddha frowned, but didn't say anything.

It was canonized by the Turkic king not long ago and became the state religion of the Western Turks.

Although it has not yet enjoyed the benefits brought by the bonus to the national destiny, this is not the reason for it to infringe the national destiny.

Of course, that's what the truth says, but it's also true that you can't be angry.

The territory is lost, the authority is in dislocation, and the hearts of the people are scattered.

It has already turned into this mess. It will be destroyed. Why are we still struggling?

Okay, even if you Turks don’t believe in fate.

Then why bring it in?

It has no confidence that it can turn the tide and pull the Western Turks back from the brink of destruction, but it is in a position where it cannot sit idly by and wait until the country is destroyed and liquidated.

Even if it does not enjoy any benefits from its position as the state religion.

It will also be affected, which makes the Buddha feel sick.

Since it is always a sword, it simply breaks the jar and pollutes the destiny of the country, creating such a spell that looks like a curse.

As for the mantra on his body.

This was a last resort, and it had already anticipated such a result before taking action.

If everything goes well, the curse will be imprinted on the Tang Dynasty spirit, and its body will be destroyed together.

Until then, the Western Turks can still survive for a while, and they have enough time to consider whether to cut off the relationship between the two parties or save another life.

When it saw that the incantation was blocked by the fire snake transformed into real fire and could not get close to Zhang Ke, it then took action, and dozens or hundreds of rays of light were drawn out of the light wheel suspended behind it.

In the next moment, the light turned into spears, bucking the trend and cutting off the fire snakes that were entangled with the spell one by one.

So, no spell can move forward again.

Black mist surged on the surface of each character, and the animal head inside roared excitedly. The saliva formed by the black mist spattered wantonly, and pairs of scarlet eyes stared at Zhang Ke, as if they wanted to remember him in their hearts.

With the changes in the Buddha as an example, Zhang Ke naturally did not dare to let this string of mantras get close to him.

With a wave of his hand, he withdrew the immortal rope. The golden rope shuttled back and forth among the characters, holding back its progress.

Then I saw the entire sea of ​​​​fire in the royal city being drawn into the air, turning into a huge fireball, and hitting the Buddha above the palace.

But at this moment, taking advantage of the fierce fighting in the sky and the sea of ​​​​fire that had previously blocked the road, gathering in the sky again, all the civil and military ministers who were still in stock in the palace ran out in a swarm.

It's dangerous out there.

But being in the palace, they have to face the conflict between two gods. Even if these two despise them, the aftermath alone makes them very uncomfortable. They are in a hot steamer, sizzling and oily at the same time. , and also have to recite confessional verses.

I was so frightened that I was lucky enough to survive until now, but I couldn’t bear it anymore.

Even though the heat wave was rolling on the street, the floor tiles under my feet were burned red by the previous sea of ​​​​fire.

They still ran out together.

While trying to gather his sense of existence, he ran wildly on the hot road.

But before they could run far out, the huge fireball crashed down from the sky.

The expressions of the ministers changed suddenly.

I wanted to take advantage of the situation and hide in the houses on both sides of the street to avoid the limelight, but it was already too late.

Just before they set off, the fireball hit the Buddha's head. Although most of the flames were poured on the Buddha's body, some of the fire still changed and sputtered out a rain of fire all over the sky.

It roared and hit the ground, causing a "turbulent wave".

Since the real fire was specifically designed to kill the Buddha this time, even if Zhang Ke noticed this group of fleeing ministers, he did not deliberately avoid anything.

But this is not necessarily a good thing.

The explosive and blazing true fire explodes with all its strength, and ordinary people will be destroyed physically and mentally if they cannot survive even for a moment.

A completely painless death might be better than continuing to suffer in the palace.

On the other side, the Buddha's halo behind his head, which was hit by the fireball, quietly disintegrated and turned into a white-gold two-color energy, flowing on its body. While resisting the erosion of the real fire, it looked miserable.

Seeing this, Zhang Ke was not discouraged.

If this Buddha was really easy to deal with, he wouldn't have forced him to the extreme exchange last time.

Moreover, compared to the last time we met, it has the identity of the Western Turkic State Church. If the royal city cannot be breached, its strength will be blessed by the home court.

Even if Mani Buddha had committed evil deeds in the past.

But as long as the Turkic king does not change the state religion and the royal city is not destroyed, the power of blessing on the Buddha will not dissipate.

Zhang Ke never thought that he would be able to achieve success in one battle.

The purpose of True Fire Explosion is just to prevent it from controlling the spell.

At present, Zhang Ke's most powerful method is still himself!

At the same time that a Yanyue Sword condensed in his hand, Zhang Ke had already rushed out, wielding the huge blade and slashed at the Buddha's head.

"clang!"

There was a sound like chopping on metal.

The blade slashed the Buddha's head, but was subsequently blocked by the Buddha's hands. The sound of metal collision was the sound of the blade scraping against the bones of his hand.

"It's useless to maintain your magical power and spread this sea of ​​fire. How much strength can you still retain?" The Buddha's voice rang in Zhang Ke's ears: "Why don't you retreat now and wait for ten days and a half to wait for me?" The Mingjiao has severed ties with the Turks and you come to the door again. Isn't it better than just wasting my time here?"

He raised his hand and twisted the blade aside, and then the Buddha's split head began to heal quickly.

In the blink of an eye, the cracks on his head disappeared, and the flesh and blood on his hands that had been cut off were restored again.

But as its body recovered, the mantras on its body also changed. During this brief collision, the mantras on its body spread again, and with this change, the Buddha's energy also changed. change.

It became messy and dark. Feeling the changes in his body, Buddha frowned.

Time seems to be running out, but it has not been able to save the royal city and buy time to separate from the Turks. It will still have to sit in the position of the state religion and be dragged down by the destruction of the Turks.

He summoned the main body, but he was afraid of being slashed by the giant cloud sword above his head.

The Buddha was a little anxious in his mind, and it was difficult to maintain the neither sad nor happy expression on his face. At this moment, Zhang Ke wielded the Yanyue Sword and struck again.

Subconsciously, he raised his hands and used his bare hands to draw the sword.

Seeing the sword energy rushing around in his palm, the Buddha was stunned for a moment, and then glanced at the sky vaguely.

When he came to his senses again, he no longer sat there peacefully, and suddenly stood up and clenched the blade in his hand. At the same time, the light behind it shone brightly, and countless palms appeared from the dazzling light, grabbing at Zhang Ke.