Chang'an India

"My lord, did you hear all the arrangements I told you to listen to?"

"To be clear is to be clear," the old prince replied, and then hesitated, "Master Immortal, do you really want to make such a big battle?"

"Be on the safe side, just in case."

"According to you, there is only one person chasing you," the Southwest King said with disbelief on his face, "Why would you need thousands of troops to defend against you?"

"That's what you don't know about him."

"Master Immortal, the mobilization of soldiers and horses is a big deal. If my nephew hears the news, he suspects that I have rebelled..."

"After tomorrow, you are no longer here, so why should he be afraid if he suspects you?" Xia Chunqiu waved his hands impatiently, only saying that the old prince is really indecisive, looking forward and backward, "You are the one who cherishes your stay in Beijing now." The nephew in the middle?"

"It's not..."

"The matter has come to this point, it is useless to worry," the old monk interrupted him, "Even if you don't mobilize the army and horses, I will use the soul of that young master to open the seal. If I know about it today, I will not let you go." Me?"

"This is also..."

After all, this useless old prince said "no" and "yes", and Xia Chunqiu didn't bother to listen to him anymore, so he ordered a few more words before going up the mountain with Wu Miaomiao to prepare for the seal ceremony up.

The strokes of the seal, the seal of the positive action, and the opening of the reverse action-they have pondered the truth for 20 years, and it is as simple as that.

But the reason why the seal can be sealed is not by strokes, but by the magic power in the strokes.According to Boss Wu's careful observation, this seal may have been in the human world for thousands of years, and the magic power between the strokes has long been so weak that it is almost nothing. It's too late to open it.

"My nephew has a kung fu, even I don't know why, maybe it's that kung fu that suppressed this seal."

"Don't think about any exercises at this time, just know that we are not fighting against the mana in the original seal." Boss Wu walked up and down on the stone platform in the mountain, muttering, "If the original seal My mana is still there, a hundred of you, plus a hundred of me, can't shake this seal even half of it—the mana of a true immortal is so easy to give."

"In this world..." Xia Chunqiu heard him say the word "true immortal" so confidently, and couldn't help asking, "There were gods and immortals?"

"Otherwise, where do you think this Chang'an Seal came from?" Wu Miaomiao asked back, and waved her hands again, "There are gods, but they are not gods in this world. How can there be any gods in your world? The so-called cultivating Buddha, cultivating demons, cultivating Taoist alchemy , it’s nothing more than calling the aura of mountains and rivers in different ways.”

"...You're right," Xia Chunqiu didn't think it was disobedient, but nodded in praise, "This world should be a place abandoned by gods."

The Chang'an seal is only three inches long and wide, so it can be supported by a single slap, but neither Xia Chunqiu nor Boss Wu has the ability to form a square-inch formation if they want to form a retrograde formation.

The stone platform set up in the mountains here is ten feet long and wide. The surface of the platform is polished as smooth as a mirror, and it is inlaid with nearly a thousand precious jades. It is because of the jade produced in Yizhou that the king of the Southwest can have such a generous handwriting.

Bu Ke's retrograde formation was already exhausting, and there was absolutely nothing wrong with it. The two of them worked hard for most of the night, and they sat down to adjust their breath and breath at dawn.

The old prince cherished his life, but he didn't dare to stay up late with them, so he ordered his cronies to take tiger charms and send two thousand elite soldiers to guard the foot of the mountain overnight.

"This old man...does he want to move the entire palace there?"

Boss Wu stared blankly at the long line of trains following the sedan chair. There were iron boxes on the cars, and he didn't know what was in the boxes.

"Wealth and honor in the world, gold, silver and treasures are naturally inseparable."

The old monk shook his head with a smile, got up and persuaded before leaving: "My lord, I can't take it away."

"I really can't take it away," Wu Miaomiao saw the old prince blowing his beard and staring open his mouth to argue, and snorted, "If I hadn't learned the principle of repaying kindness in your world, it seems that you have worked so hard for this matter. For the sake of spending money, I don't even want to take you with me."

"Don't say any more, everyone is here, let's start."

Xia Chunqiu did not behave like the Southwest King. He ordered the dead soldiers to escort the Marquis of the River to the stone platform and tie him to the cross iron frame at the eye of the formation.

The morning light loomed in the sky, and the old monk carved the last stroke of the magic circle, and saw the golden light accompanied by the green light, wandering and connecting, but after two breaths, he heard a boom, and even the mountain under his feet trembled.

Although Xia Chunqiu could not be regarded as a Buddhist, the way to mobilize the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is still the way of Buddhism. There is no trace of evil in the golden light, but because Wu Miaomiao has divided his true knowledge into the formation, a layer of green fire seems to be ignited outside the golden light , sparkling, quite a bit strange.

But no matter what kind of scene was in front of him, Bian Chonglan couldn't see clearly—the scene in front of him was blurred due to the pain, and he still managed to open his mouth, cursing intermittently: "That grandson...your ancestor asked you... ...Who smashed the tablets...is such a smashing method..."

"My ancestors, please bear with me," Marquis of Wan Jiang scolded so weakly that Wu Miaomiao heard it, and almost knelt down to him again, crying, "I just use that wisp of true spirit , I promise not to hurt your mortal souls..."

It's just that even Wu Miaomiao couldn't see clearly that the three souls and seven souls of this mortal didn't grow around the strand of the true spirit from another world, but grew from the same root as the strand of the true spirit, and transformed from the root of the strand of the true spirit. Formation—Boss Wu was thinking, he pulled out the tree, and the vines with different roots just lacked support and would not really die, but if the tree and the vines grew from the same root, the vines would not survive if the tree was pulled out down.

Marquis Wan Jiang was tied up on the frame by iron chains. With such an airtight binding method, it was impossible to struggle to make any movement. However, less than half a moment later, he saw the iron chains shaking, making fine and clanging noises. sound.

According to legend, there was a cruel method of "skinning alive" in ancient times: cut the top of the living person's head with a cross knife, and then pour mercury into it to separate the skin and flesh. The next piece of human skin.

This kind of torture has been abolished for an unknown number of years, and it is only occasionally recorded in the annals of history to warn future generations not to repeat cruel killings.

Because no living person has ever been tortured like this, so Wan Jianghou has no way to compare whether his current pain can catch up with the legendary pain of capital punishment - he only knows the pain that comes from the source of the soul. After a moment of heavy weight, he was shaking so badly that his whole body was about to fall out of his body—it seemed that there were seven-foot long nails strung his whole body from head to toe, and then the heel nails were pushed out every inch and inch. Pulling out, but still not enough to describe how painful it is.

Martial arts practitioners have the internal strength to protect their heart veins, Bian Yonglan held his breath, and tried not to faint, for fear that he would faint from the pain and never wake up again—he had someone he wanted to see, someone The unfulfilled covenant, she really didn't want to die—so she didn't want to faint, and she didn't want to scream, but she couldn't hold back the blood in her mouth, and it flowed down the corner of her mouth.

Xia Chunqiu didn't care about the pain of the person whose soul was drawn and sealed. He stared at the sky, frowned suddenly, and said in a deep voice, "Why did it come so fast?"

"It's coming soon..." Boss Wu wanted to save his ancestors from suffering, so he jumped around like he was in a hurry to urinate, and after hearing the word "fast", he echoed, "It's coming soon!" ..."

"Listen to the movement at the bottom of the mountain. If my nephew was chasing after Yin, he would not have found this place so soon," the old monk turned his head to look at the foot of the mountain. Hearing the long hiss of an elephant, his tone didn't mean to blame him, " Your spell of blinding Qi is not very good, he must be chasing someone."

"I..." Wu Miaomiao just opened his mouth to say a word, but the rest of the words were completely inaudible.

Suddenly, there was only a roar of a beast that resounded through the mountains. It was not a roar that can be heard in this world——Tanshan saw the elephant array.

Although the king of the Southwest is not good at the art of war, he is responsible for guarding the Southwest. He has generals who are good at adapting to local conditions and training troops. He has trained [-] war elephants for him. Sitting upright with a spear in hand, waiting for the battle, although seeing that there was only one person a hundred feet away, he couldn't help but feel that this battle was a bit of a fuss, but he still followed the trumpet command and assumed a charging posture.

The raccoon slave jumped off the monk's shoulders, and when it landed, it was already the size of its original body. Although this strange incident caused an uproar among the elephant soldiers who were about to charge, the elephant under the soldiers showed no sign of timidity. Qi Qi let out a roar.

There is a saying that the tiger is the king of beasts, but the tiger is not—don't say that the elephants are invincible in the charge, so they pull out a strong male elephant to fight alone with a tiger, and the tiger can't get half of it.

War elephants are not afraid of tigers, and a lynx variant is not in their eyes. The unison neighing is a warning, and it is even more of a threat.

The monk has been chasing here for five days without sleep. There is a visible exhaustion on his face, but his eyes are exceptionally clear and indifferent.

He lightly raised his right hand, and pressed it on the head of the giant beast beside him, but it was not a soothing gesture—the white light soared in the blink of an eye, like a round of blazing sun in the dawning sky, stabbing three hundred elephant soldiers They all covered their eyes with their hands, only to feel that the war beast under them became more restless every moment.

The white light disappeared, but a strange beast stood proudly hundreds of feet away: the head of a dragon, the eyes of a tiger, the body of a lion, and the tail of a lizard. It had huge horns on its head. It raised its head and let out a long roar, which was the only roar left in the world.

This strange beast was only about one foot tall, and with its thick and long lizard tail, it was less than three feet long. It was slightly smaller than the largest elephant king in terms of stature.

But in this world, who can be called a king does not depend on his stature—a fetish that should not be born in this world, but when it appears in the world, it is a king.

Not to mention charging in formation, the three hundred war elephants couldn't even stand still. They fell to their knees one after another, their long trunks lying on the ground, and their mouths were still whistling like elephants, but they were not threatening, but bowing their heads in surrender—not only to The beast, and the man standing on the back of the beast.

Tan Shan stood tall on top of the strange beast, still with an indifferent expression, held the salute with his left hand, waved his right hand, and the Buddhist pestle appeared in his palm out of thin air.

Behind the [-] war elephants, there are still [-] soldiers forming a battle formation. In front of the formation is a row of heavy shields, and [-] archers are arranged in three rows to cover themselves behind the shields. No matter what you see, you must stick to it to the end, otherwise your relatives will be punished with death orders.

The monk stood upright with a Buddhist ritual in his hand, hundreds of feet away, the sergeant couldn't see the expression on the man's face, he could only tell he was a monk, but if it was an ordinary monk, how could he have such a heavy evil spirit on him!

The mount he was riding on was an ominous beast that he had searched all over the world and never seen again, but the evil spirit on that man's body even suppressed a strange beast under his feet, and over a distance of hundreds of feet, it hit the ground like a strong wind. .

It's not like the wind, but it's really windy.

With one finger of Tanshan Buddha's pestle, there is a gust of wind blowing up on the ground, rolling up the hem of the monk's clothes, and flying fiercely, it is not so fierce as it is lonely - his expression is so indifferent, looking at the battle in front of him from above, Just like a fairy looks at the world, a mortal looks at an ant.

"Beaver slave."

Even the words could not hear the slightest anger, the monk opened his lips, and uttered two words: "Go."

The author has something to say: The true nature of the raccoon slave can be imagined as a unicorn (but it is not a unicorn, the baby raccoon slave is still quite fierce). Anyway, it is not a suspenseful article, so I can’t help but spoil it……………………… …………

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