Chapter 348
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"Is this all blood?"
Smelling the fishy smell and looking at the hillside of nearly a hundred miles, Xiang Yang was a little disappointed.
Over the past ten thousand years, how many lives have been left here to dye such a broad land red?
It is said that in every war, the barbarians sacrificed more than ten times as many people as the friars in northern China. What do they want to pay such a high price?
Stunned, Xiang Yang looked at the meeting in the distance. Vaguely, Xiang Yang seemed to see a gorgeous sea of flowers on the grassland in the distance.
"That's..." he frowned and looked into the distance, but it was too far away to see clearly with his eyesight.
Huquan seemed to know what he was thinking and said, "that's the camp set up by various barbarian tribes. Now dozens of tribes, large and small, have gathered there, and many new tribes come every day. This scale is much larger than the last barbarian chaos. It is said that the barbarian troops gathered here are more than 100 times larger than here in the original place of Sanqing!"
"Those are the tents of barbarian tribes?" Xiang Yang was stunned. Although he couldn't see clearly, he could vaguely see that the "sea of flowers" had occupied the whole line of sight in the extreme distance. This number
If there are at least hundreds of thousands of people in a camp of ten people, and it is said that the life of barbarians is very simple. Now it is not impossible for dozens of people to squeeze together during a long journey, isn't that even more amazing?
How many barbarians should there be in Sanqing? Tens of millions? How many are there in front of the whole Qitian mountain range? Hundreds of millions?
This is a little exaggerated
"At the end of the last barbarian rebellion, we counted the results of the war. The northern Chinese friars injured a total of 2.319836, and the number of barbarians cannot be accurately counted, but it must exceed 20 million... But judging from the momentum of the barbarians, I'm afraid the casualties will at least double..."
"Hiss..." hearing this number, Xiang Yang couldn't help taking a breath.
Although he knew that chaos was dangerous, he was in chaos nine times, and all of them ended in the victory of the friars of northern China. Who could have thought that this time he would face such a dangerous situation.
Huquan smiled bitterly. This barbarian rebellion was a war of ten thousand years. It was originally estimated that the momentum of the barbarians would be much greater than usual. Therefore, the number of monks in northern China had at least doubled, but the increase in combat power was still far from that of the barbarians.
He saluted Xiang Yang respectfully: "if there is no improved battle array, we in northern China are afraid that we will really die this time, but now with it, we finally have some confidence! Please accept my worship!"
As soon as he bent down, Xiang Yang had stretched out his hand, but before he met him, Huquan said again, "Xiang offered sacrifice. This worship is my thanks for the people in China! Don't refuse!"
Those real people next to him and Friar jiuzhuan also bowed down together: "please worship and accept me!"
Lei Zhen looked at them, looked at Xiang Yang again, and finally bowed.
According to the current situation, without Xiang Yang's improved battle array, there is basically no chance of winning the chaos in northern China. Xiang Yang's move can be described as a quilt and can stand this worship.
At this time, when the sun was setting, the sunset was like blood. On the thousands of feet of the city wall, the ten lowest and nine turn peak experts bowed down and saluted. In front of them, a little monk in the Dan knot period stood with his hands tied and his face dignified
For a moment, Xiang Yang suddenly felt that the burden on his shoulder was much heavier.
He came to participate in the battle of barbarian chaos. First, he wanted to do his duty as a monk. Second, he wanted to temper his fellow disciples of the floating jade sect. Third, he was interested in the totem art of the barbarians. He also wanted to help Lei Meng find the cultivation skills. In addition, there was no other request.
But now, in the face of this scene, his heart can't help trembling. Most of these people are white haired old people, but as nine turn and nine robbery experts, they have a long life and can enjoy it at ease. What if northern China falls? Those real people and real kings can still cross the sea, and there are some places to live.
But in the face of chaos, they stood up one after another. More than two million monks were killed and injured in a mess. What's the concept? This line of defense of Qiyun mountain is made of their blood!
Among those little friars, there are people who fear war like Fuyu sect, but at least none of these masters flinch.
Among the immortals, there are indeed good and bad, but at least in the major right and wrong, they still have a real immortal style.
In the face of mortals, they can be high above them, but they are willing to rush ahead when they need them. Is this the character of Chinese friars?
The soul emperor once said that in order to cultivate Taoism, we should cut off the earthly edge but the common heart, so that we can build immortals and soar. But what these friars did was to regard life as their own thoughts, which greatly touched Xiang Yang.
Suddenly, the formula of heaven and earth blessing and auspiciousness worked spontaneously. Just for a moment, Xiang Yang involuntarily entered the chaotic imagination.
This time, there was no trace of ancient sword, tortoise shell and stone in that chaotic space. Even the strange man's virtual shadow had disappeared. Only one voice was echoing constantly, like Hong Zhong Da LV, echoing through the whole space.
"There is no fairy way in the world. All roads are one. All roads are humane."
"Life in the world, everywhere is a treasure mountain. All kinds of good fortune, every piece is a treasure."
"Introspection and in, no regrets. If you don't have a lost heart, the Tao heart is born!"
......
The sound was ethereal and seemed to be everywhere. The whole chaotic space trembled for it. Golden inscriptions appeared and disappeared in that space, of which only three were clearly visible.
"Rui", "Feng", "Ying"!
Xiang Yang's soul seemed to hear a shrill scream, but soon, it was suppressed by the sound and gradually became invisible.
As the sound echoed, the three inscriptions became brighter and brighter. In an instant, the word "sharp" suddenly shone, turned into a golden awn and cut down.
A boundless pain from the soul followed, but soon 'Feng' and 'Ying' also flashed, and his psychic intensity increased by leaps and bounds at an incredible speed
In that chaotic space, time seems to have lost its function. All this seems to be very long and only for a moment.
Before the crowd, Xiang Yang's eyes closed slowly and opened fiercely the next moment.
At that moment, his black eyes were like a black hole, absorbing all the light, and the whole world seemed to lose color at that moment.
It seems to be just an illusion. The next moment, everything will return to its original state, but vaguely, everyone has a strange feeling. In this oneness, his whole person seems to have a wonderful change.
That kind of change is very mysterious. It has nothing to do with realm cultivation, but a wonderful transformation, which can't be described in words.
Xiang Yang looked at them and smiled at Huquan as if nothing had happened: "immortal Huquan, I think this fortress is also built according to the array. Can you tell me more about it?"
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"Is this all blood?"
Smelling the fishy smell and looking at the hillside of nearly a hundred miles, Xiang Yang was a little disappointed.
Over the past ten thousand years, how many lives have been left here to dye such a broad land red?
It is said that in every war, the barbarians sacrificed more than ten times as many people as the friars in northern China. What do they want to pay such a high price?
Stunned, Xiang Yang looked at the meeting in the distance. Vaguely, Xiang Yang seemed to see a gorgeous sea of flowers on the grassland in the distance.
"That's..." he frowned and looked into the distance, but it was too far away to see clearly with his eyesight.
Huquan seemed to know what he was thinking and said, "that's the camp set up by various barbarian tribes. Now dozens of tribes, large and small, have gathered there, and many new tribes come every day. This scale is much larger than the last barbarian chaos. It is said that the barbarian troops gathered here are more than 100 times larger than here in the original place of Sanqing!"
"Those are the tents of barbarian tribes?" Xiang Yang was stunned. Although he couldn't see clearly, he could vaguely see that the "sea of flowers" had occupied the whole line of sight in the extreme distance. This number
If there are at least hundreds of thousands of people in a camp of ten people, and it is said that the life of barbarians is very simple. Now it is not impossible for dozens of people to squeeze together during a long journey, isn't that even more amazing?
How many barbarians should there be in Sanqing? Tens of millions? How many are there in front of the whole Qitian mountain range? Hundreds of millions?
This is a little exaggerated
"At the end of the last barbarian rebellion, we counted the results of the war. The northern Chinese friars injured a total of 2.319836, and the number of barbarians cannot be accurately counted, but it must exceed 20 million... But judging from the momentum of the barbarians, I'm afraid the casualties will at least double..."
"Hiss..." hearing this number, Xiang Yang couldn't help taking a breath.
Although he knew that chaos was dangerous, he was in chaos nine times, and all of them ended in the victory of the friars of northern China. Who could have thought that this time he would face such a dangerous situation.
Huquan smiled bitterly. This barbarian rebellion was a war of ten thousand years. It was originally estimated that the momentum of the barbarians would be much greater than usual. Therefore, the number of monks in northern China had at least doubled, but the increase in combat power was still far from that of the barbarians.
He saluted Xiang Yang respectfully: "if there is no improved battle array, we in northern China are afraid that we will really die this time, but now with it, we finally have some confidence! Please accept my worship!"
As soon as he bent down, Xiang Yang had stretched out his hand, but before he met him, Huquan said again, "Xiang offered sacrifice. This worship is my thanks for the people in China! Don't refuse!"
Those real people next to him and Friar jiuzhuan also bowed down together: "please worship and accept me!"
Lei Zhen looked at them, looked at Xiang Yang again, and finally bowed.
According to the current situation, without Xiang Yang's improved battle array, there is basically no chance of winning the chaos in northern China. Xiang Yang's move can be described as a quilt and can stand this worship.
At this time, when the sun was setting, the sunset was like blood. On the thousands of feet of the city wall, the ten lowest and nine turn peak experts bowed down and saluted. In front of them, a little monk in the Dan knot period stood with his hands tied and his face dignified
For a moment, Xiang Yang suddenly felt that the burden on his shoulder was much heavier.
He came to participate in the battle of barbarian chaos. First, he wanted to do his duty as a monk. Second, he wanted to temper his fellow disciples of the floating jade sect. Third, he was interested in the totem art of the barbarians. He also wanted to help Lei Meng find the cultivation skills. In addition, there was no other request.
But now, in the face of this scene, his heart can't help trembling. Most of these people are white haired old people, but as nine turn and nine robbery experts, they have a long life and can enjoy it at ease. What if northern China falls? Those real people and real kings can still cross the sea, and there are some places to live.
But in the face of chaos, they stood up one after another. More than two million monks were killed and injured in a mess. What's the concept? This line of defense of Qiyun mountain is made of their blood!
Among those little friars, there are people who fear war like Fuyu sect, but at least none of these masters flinch.
Among the immortals, there are indeed good and bad, but at least in the major right and wrong, they still have a real immortal style.
In the face of mortals, they can be high above them, but they are willing to rush ahead when they need them. Is this the character of Chinese friars?
The soul emperor once said that in order to cultivate Taoism, we should cut off the earthly edge but the common heart, so that we can build immortals and soar. But what these friars did was to regard life as their own thoughts, which greatly touched Xiang Yang.
Suddenly, the formula of heaven and earth blessing and auspiciousness worked spontaneously. Just for a moment, Xiang Yang involuntarily entered the chaotic imagination.
This time, there was no trace of ancient sword, tortoise shell and stone in that chaotic space. Even the strange man's virtual shadow had disappeared. Only one voice was echoing constantly, like Hong Zhong Da LV, echoing through the whole space.
"There is no fairy way in the world. All roads are one. All roads are humane."
"Life in the world, everywhere is a treasure mountain. All kinds of good fortune, every piece is a treasure."
"Introspection and in, no regrets. If you don't have a lost heart, the Tao heart is born!"
......
The sound was ethereal and seemed to be everywhere. The whole chaotic space trembled for it. Golden inscriptions appeared and disappeared in that space, of which only three were clearly visible.
"Rui", "Feng", "Ying"!
Xiang Yang's soul seemed to hear a shrill scream, but soon, it was suppressed by the sound and gradually became invisible.
As the sound echoed, the three inscriptions became brighter and brighter. In an instant, the word "sharp" suddenly shone, turned into a golden awn and cut down.
A boundless pain from the soul followed, but soon 'Feng' and 'Ying' also flashed, and his psychic intensity increased by leaps and bounds at an incredible speed
In that chaotic space, time seems to have lost its function. All this seems to be very long and only for a moment.
Before the crowd, Xiang Yang's eyes closed slowly and opened fiercely the next moment.
At that moment, his black eyes were like a black hole, absorbing all the light, and the whole world seemed to lose color at that moment.
It seems to be just an illusion. The next moment, everything will return to its original state, but vaguely, everyone has a strange feeling. In this oneness, his whole person seems to have a wonderful change.
That kind of change is very mysterious. It has nothing to do with realm cultivation, but a wonderful transformation, which can't be described in words.
Xiang Yang looked at them and smiled at Huquan as if nothing had happened: "immortal Huquan, I think this fortress is also built according to the array. Can you tell me more about it?"
"Is this all blood?"Smelling the fishy smell and looking at the hillside of nearly a hundred miles, Xiang Yang was a little disappointed.Over the past ten thousand years, how many lives have been left here to dye such a broad land red?It is said that in every war, the barbarians sacrificed more than ten times as many people as the friars in northern China. What do they want to pay such a high price?Stunned, Xiang Yang looked at the meeting in the distance. Vaguely, Xiang Yang seemed to see a gorgeous sea of flowers on the grassland in the distance."That's..." he frowned and looked into the distance, but it was too far away to see clearly with his eyesight.Huquan seemed to know what he was thinking and said, "that's the camp set up by various barbarian tribes. Now dozens of tribes, large and small, have gathered there, and many new tribes come every day. This scale is much larger than the last barbarian chaos. It is said that the barbarian troops gathered here are more than 100 times larger than here in the original place of Sanqing!""Those are the tents of barbarian tribes?" Xiang Yang was stunned. Although he couldn't see clearly, he could vaguely see that the "sea of flowers" had occupied the whole line of sight in the extreme distance. This numberIf there are at least hundreds of thousands of people in a camp of ten people, and it is said that the life of barbarians is very simple. Now it is not impossible for dozens of people to squeeze together during a long journey, isn't that even more amazing?How many barbarians should there be in Sanqing? Tens of millions? How many are there in front of the whole Qitian mountain range? Hundreds of millions?This is a little exaggerated"At the end of the last barbarian rebellion, we counted the results of the war. The northern Chinese friars injured a total of 2.319836, and the number of barbarians cannot be accurately counted, but it must exceed 20 million... But judging from the momentum of the barbarians, I'm afraid the casualties will at least double...""Hiss..." hearing this number, Xiang Yang couldn't help taking a breath.Although he knew that chaos was dangerous, he was in chaos nine times, and all of them ended in the victory of the friars of northern China. Who could have thought that this time he would face such a dangerous situation.Huquan smiled bitterly. This barbarian rebellion was a war of ten thousand years. It was originally estimated that the momentum of the barbarians would be much greater than usual. Therefore, the number of monks in northern China had at least doubled, but the increase in combat power was still far from that of the barbarians.He saluted Xiang Yang respectfully: "if there is no improved battle array, we in northern China are afraid that we will really die this time, but now with it, we finally have some confidence! Please accept my worship!"As soon as he bent down, Xiang Yang had stretched out his hand, but before he met him, Huquan said again, "Xiang offered sacrifice. This worship is my thanks for the people in China! Don't refuse!"Those real people next to him and Friar jiuzhuan also bowed down together: "please worship and accept me!"Lei Zhen looked at them, looked at Xiang Yang again, and finally bowed.According to the current situation, without Xiang Yang's improved battle array, there is basically no chance of winning the chaos in northern China. Xiang Yang's move can be described as a quilt and can stand this worship.At this time, when the sun was setting, the sunset was like blood. On the thousands of feet of the city wall, the ten lowest and nine turn peak experts bowed down and saluted. In front of them, a little monk in the Dan knot period stood with his hands tied and his face dignifiedFor a moment, Xiang Yang suddenly felt that the burden on his shoulder was much heavier.He came to participate in the battle of barbarian chaos. First, he wanted to do his duty as a monk. Second, he wanted to temper his fellow disciples of the floating jade sect. Third, he was interested in the totem art of the barbarians. He also wanted to help Lei Meng find the cultivation skills. In addition, there was no other request.But now, in the face of this scene, his heart can't help trembling. Most of these people are white haired old people, but as nine turn and nine robbery experts, they have a long life and can enjoy it at ease. What if northern China falls? Those real people and real kings can still cross the sea, and there are some places to live.But in the face of chaos, they stood up one after another. More than two million monks were killed and injured in a mess. What's the concept? This line of defense of Qiyun mountain is made of their blood!Among those little friars, there are people who fear war like Fuyu sect, but at least none of these masters flinch.Among the immortals, there are indeed good and bad, but at least in the major right and wrong, they still have a real immortal style.In the face of mortals, they can be high above them, but they are willing to rush ahead when they need them. Is this the character of Chinese friars?The soul emperor once said that in order to cultivate Taoism, we should cut off the earthly edge but the common heart, so that we can build immortals and soar. But what these friars did was to regard life as their own thoughts, which greatly touched Xiang Yang.Suddenly, the formula of heaven and earth blessing and auspiciousness worked spontaneously. Just for a moment, Xiang Yang involuntarily entered the chaotic imagination.This time, there was no trace of ancient sword, tortoise shell and stone in that chaotic space. Even the strange man's virtual shadow had disappeared. Only one voice was echoing constantly, like Hong Zhong Da LV, echoing through the whole space."There is no fairy way in the world. All roads are one. All roads are humane.""Life in the world, everywhere is a treasure mountain. All kinds of good fortune, every piece is a treasure.""Introspection and in, no regrets. If you don't have a lost heart, the Tao heart is born!"......The sound was ethereal and seemed to be everywhere. The whole chaotic space trembled for it. Golden inscriptions appeared and disappeared in that space, of which only three were clearly visible."Rui", "Feng", "Ying"!Xiang Yang's soul seemed to hear a shrill scream, but soon, it was suppressed by the sound and gradually became invisible.As the sound echoed, the three inscriptions became brighter and brighter. In an instant, the word "sharp" suddenly shone, turned into a golden awn and cut down.A boundless pain from the soul followed, but soon 'Feng' and 'Ying' also flashed, and his psychic intensity increased by leaps and bounds at an incredible speedIn that chaotic space, time seems to have lost its function. All this seems to be very long and only for a moment.Before the crowd, Xiang Yang's eyes closed slowly and opened fiercely the next moment.At that moment, his black eyes were like a black hole, absorbing all the light, and the whole world seemed to lose color at that moment.It seems to be just an illusion. The next moment, everything will return to its original state, but vaguely, everyone has a strange feeling. In this oneness, his whole person seems to have a wonderful change.That kind of change is very mysterious. It has nothing to do with realm cultivation, but a wonderful transformation, which can't be described in words.Xiang Yang looked at them and smiled at Huquan as if nothing had happened: "immortal Huquan, I think this fortress is also built according to the array. Can you tell me more about it?"
