Chapter 168: Left-handed monks, heavenly soldiers and generals

Soldier hiding cave.

The huge cave was packed with people.

Xu Yang and a group of masters were suspended in the air, their silver armor flashing with cold light, and on their shoulders lay two zombie dragons that had shrunk countless times.

Surrounding them are the three masters and five deacons of the Taoist temple. The lowest level of their cultivation is at the foundation-building stage. In addition, there are the controlled Taoist Dragon Head and Taoist Yuanfu.

Below are flags of various colors, some represent zombies, some represent aquatic creatures...you can tell the camps at a glance.

Since he came into contact with large-scale battles, Xu Yang gradually understood some truths. He used to think that large-scale troop operations required concealment and were not suitable for too bright flags. In fact, it was just the opposite. Troop combat could not be concealed no matter what, and bright flags could often quickly distinguish between the enemy and us and avoid the possibility of accidental injuries.

Therefore, this time the troops were dispatched, this set of flags and Taoist robes was used.

"This time, let's see how strong you are." Xu Yang looked at the other high-spirited people. It takes a thousand days to train an army and only a moment to use it.

In a world where individual monks are powerful, lower-level monks are basically useless. When the Fire King and his companions are negotiating, power is often not the key to determining the situation. What can truly determine the confidence in the negotiations is always one's own strength.

These forces are nothing more than pawns used to occupy territory and provide supplies.

However, at this moment, it is okay to let them serve as cannon fodder to consume the enemy's strength.

"You wait here. Remember not to let your guard down. Be ready at any time and wait for me to call you."

"Yes!"

Everyone said in unison.

The wind is howling, there are soldiers of the left path, white dragon, green dragon, yaksha, zombies, ghosts, evil spirits, and monsters.

The strong wind blew Xu Yang's black robe, his eyes were expressionless and blue, as if he had long been accustomed to the spotlight.

The demon was three feet tall, and colorful lights were circling around the Taoist in black robes.

Wow!
Xu Yang disappeared from the spot and gradually approached the enemy camp according to the previous direction.

This time it is not an adventure, but an explosion of years of accumulation. It is not a protracted war, but a great victory that crushes everything in its path.

Outside Tianfang County, there is the station of Qiang and Rong.

At this time, the barbarians were celebrating around the bonfire. They had rough and dark skin and braided hair.

“Ahhh!! Spare my life!”

Not far away, a group of barbarians came to the campfire, dragging the long hair of a man in a wide robe with big sleeves.

The man was delicate and well-mannered, but he was being dragged by his long hair, his face twisted with fear, and he kept begging for mercy.

This timid behavior made the surrounding barbarians laugh.

The next moment, the barbarian grabbed the young man's neck and beheaded him with a knife. The blood spurted into the campfire, and the flames looked even more bright red and strange.

A strange energy spread all around, and the barbarians' faces turned red, as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

"Haha, a two-legged sheep is worthy of being a two-legged sheep. It is timid and cowardly, and will be an inferior person all its life." A sturdy man with a beard and wearing a white wolf fur coat smiled at the white-faced monk with a goatee next to him.

The temperament of the white-faced monk is completely different from the barbarians around him. Instead, he looks like a scholar living down the mountain.

This person is not a barbarian, but Li Jiaming, the leader of the Vajra Sect. It was because he defected to the leader Qiang Rong in front of him that the situation worsened.

Li Jiaming smiled flatteringly and agreed, saying: "What the leader said is that these cowardly civilians are born to be robbed of their lives by the leader."

Qiang Rong glanced at Li Jiaming indifferently and sneered:
"The strong are respected, hasn't it been like this since ancient times? You Central Plains people are good at creation, but you are cowardly. Rongdi are as fierce and clever as wolves. Killing you is a good thing. If it weren't for our continuous killing, how could we inspire your bloodiness? Just like an elder brother teaching his useless younger brother a lesson.

I let you raise wolves so that you can learn the wildness of wolves and become as brave as me." There was a hint of sarcasm and disdain between Qiang Rong's eyebrows.

"The leader is right." Li Jiaming indeed agreed with this in his heart, otherwise he would not have come to join the Qiang Rong.

As they were talking, the servants brought up wine and raw meat, and the barbarians began to feast on them under the light of the bright red bonfire, eating until their hands were bloody and their beards were in disarray. Li Jiaming continued the previous topic.

"What the leader said just now makes sense. In terms of physical strength, the Qiang and Rong people are born with supernatural powers. They can tear tigers and leopards apart alive. After being favored by the Lord Mahakala, they can easily slaughter monks. The people of the Central Plains are weak and timid, and they are really not worthy of enjoying the wealth of the world."

Li Jiaming hated his identity so much that he wanted to immediately make a major change for himself and his clansmen.

Ever since I saw the barbarians' physique and the methods of Lord Mahakala, this thought has been lingering in my mind. If I had such an army in my hands, I would definitely be able to perform better than this barbarian.

But it is impossible to replace it.

Li Jiaming looked up at the sky, which was covered with thick, lingering dark clouds.

"There is a god three feet above your head."

In the dark clouds, an invisible and intangible existence was absorbing faith and blood while observing the barbarians below.

A blood-red pill was suspended in the dark clouds.

"That's almost enough." said the so-called Lord Mahakala.

He was originally a wild Buddha wandering in Yinshan Mountain. He accidentally saw this cave and absorbed the innate cloud energy to form this indestructible Dharma image, and instantly became a powerful spiritual fetus.

In addition to possessing powerful spells and the ability to immobilize people, he also accidentally learned some ancient secrets.

He had been there once before, but was not even allowed to enter the door. After years of trial and error, Mahakala gradually understood the way to enter, which was blood and energy. A large amount of blood and energy activated the permanently sealed ban, which was the so-called blood sacrifice.

If the Qiang and Rong continue to slaughter each other, the accumulation will be completed.

Below, the party continued.

Another old man was dragged over. Compared with the trembling young man, the old man seemed calm and composed, as if he could not see the impending death.

"You old man are not afraid. It's rare. You are as brave as the warriors of our tribe." The Qiangrong leader said in amazement.

The old man laughed when he heard this: "Haha, what do you mean by bravery? You barbarians and inferiors, fighting with wild beasts and monsters for food, can only be brave and fierce, advocating barbaric blood."

"We, the people of the Central Plains, have the smart, the timid, the learned, the brave, the kingly, and the tyrant. We have many talented people and occupy a great country. How can we be compared to you, the wild beasts on the border?"

"You guys can enjoy yourself for a while, and treat it as the last feast before your family is confiscated and your clan is exterminated."

These words aroused the anger of the barbarians.

It would be fine if this old man wasn't afraid, but he actually dared to mock me in person. He is simply seeking death!

The Qiang Rong leader dropped the lamb leg in his hand and said with a fake smile: "Come here, peel off his skin, don't let him die."

"Yes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a barbarian warrior volunteered to step forward, holding a scimitar and walking slowly towards him with a ferocious sneer.

"I want to see which brave warrior from the Central Plains dares to come and rescue you!" The Qiang Rong leader sneered.

"There will come a day."

The old man closed his eyes, his face calm, and faced death bravely.

boom! !

At this moment, a dark thunder streaked through the void, and the green light illuminated the surrounding still objects, and the black clouds seemed to stop rolling.

"kill!!"

A group of heavenly soldiers and generals came down to kill them.

“Here it comes! Hahaha!!”

(End of this chapter)