In the air above the battlefield.
Li Zhenjiang was fighting against the Thousand-Armed Buddha with a battle axe in his hand. At this moment, his whole body was bursting with fighting spirit, and nine circular lights appeared on his body. That was the Heavenly Soul Nail that was pierced in his body and was pushed to the extreme.
The third eye on his forehead was blood red, and even a line of bloody tears had flowed out. It was obvious that he was also using some secret method.
"cut!!"
Boom!!
Li Zhenjiang turned around and chopped off one of the Thousand-Handed Buddha's palms with his axe. But at the same time, he was also hit by the other dozen or so palms of the Thousand-Handed Buddha, and the whole person flew backwards.
After retreating two or three hundred meters, Li Zhenjiang finally managed to stabilize his body.
At this time, both sides fell into a brief standoff and did not continue to attack.
Li Zhenjiang took the opportunity to glance at the battlefield, then looked at the sky that had changed color, and his heart suddenly sank.
Because the battlefield had changed so much, it was obvious that some even more terrifying force had joined the battlefield. Li Zhenjiang knew exactly how many cards Da Gan had in store, and it was definitely not his own method.
That only means that the demon Buddha has used some terrible tricks again.
He immediately discovered that there seemed to be a sacred mountain on one of the city walls in the distance.
No. That is not a sacred mountain, but a stone tablet.
"not good!"
As soon as Li Zhenjiang saw the stone tablet, he flew to the top of the city wall. This stone tablet could not be the trump card of the Great Wall Army. If such a stone tablet was used to suppress them, he was afraid that countless of his subordinates would have been killed or injured.
He must rush back to help immediately.
But just after he flew out a hundred meters, his pupils suddenly shrank and he saw the four sentences appearing on the stone tablet.
Looking at the stone tablet again, it clearly exudes a righteous spirit.
"This isn't the method of the demon Buddha! Is this, is this a stone tablet for summoning heroic spirits?"
Li Zhenjiang saw the heroic souls crawling out from the ground and the heroic souls standing up among the corpses of the soldiers who died in the battle. They were clearly his soldiers.
“Heroic Soul, it’s a Heroic Soul!!”
Li Zhenjiang felt a little sad for a moment. There is a Hall of Heroes in the Great Wall of Fortune, which is where the souls of those soldiers who fought bravely and died in battle are placed.
However, there are not many heroic souls, and it is difficult to form a heroic soul.
But now, he saw dense crowds of heroic souls crawling up, shouting, and starting to charge.
"Good, good, good! Heaven will not destroy my Dagan, and Heaven will not destroy my human race!"
Li Zhenjiang raised his arms and shouted, holding a battle axe in his hand, pointing it in the direction of the demon Buddha army, his voice shaking the heavens and the earth:
"Kill! Kill all these demon Buddhas!"
On the battlefield, countless soldiers also discovered this.
They were originally in a stage where they were outnumbered and exhausted, but suddenly they found a large group of heroes rushing towards them.
The reason why these heroic souls are called heroic souls is that they not only have basic cognition, but many of them even retain their memories.
More importantly, they can charge into battle, unaffected by any physical damage, but with a single strike, they can directly slash at the demon Buddha's soul.
“Kill!!”
The army of heroic spirits grew larger and larger, 10,000, 20,000, 100,000, 200,000, 300,000...
They crushed forward and carved out a bloody path in an instant.
When the soldiers of Da Gan saw this, they immediately started to fight back.
The entire battlefield seemed to begin to reverse at this moment.
But the huge Thousand-Armed Buddha saw all this and did not show any sign of panic. Instead, he showed a relieved smile.
"Da Gan, indeed he possesses incredible means."
"But unfortunately, you don't believe in the true Buddha and don't know what the true boundless Buddha Dharma is."
"Whatever schools of thought, whatever peaks of great avenues, none of them can compare to the power of my Buddhist sect's finger snap!"
The Thousand-Armed Buddha shook his head slightly. His body was a hundred meters tall, and his densely packed palms turned slightly at the same time, with the palms facing upwards, as if holding something.
"Today I will let you witness the true power of the Ten Thousand Buddha Cave!"
Buzz buzz buzz!!
A thousand palms, except for the one that Li Zhenjiang severed, suddenly appeared in the palm of each palm, old Buddhas in cassocks. Their eyebrows and beards were all gray, and each of them held a demon-subduing pestle in their hands, as if in a state of meditation.
The Thousand-Armed Buddha chanted a Buddhist name, and the nine hundred and ninety-nine old Buddhas in cassocks opened their eyes and jumped into the battlefield.
Bang bang bang.
The old Buddha in cassock jumped into the battlefield and met a group of heroic souls charging towards him.
Boom!
Those heroic spirits slashed at the old Buddhas in cassocks, but found that they could not hurt them at all. And these old Buddhas in cassocks did not care about those heroic spirits at all, and continued to charge into the battlefield, specifically targeting those groups of troops.
After a while, an extremely strange scene appeared on the battlefield.
The densely packed heroic spirits were killing the believers and Rakshasas, but they couldn't hurt the old Buddhas in cassocks at all. And the old Buddhas in cassocks were the same, killing many soldiers along the way, but they were not hurt by the heroic spirits either.
In the battle, the Shenji Camp became the main force.
But after fighting for so long, the Shenji Camp began to suffer damage.
Yao Wenkuiye was also stabbed with a demon-subduing pestle, but he did not retreat. He still gritted his teeth and commanded:
"Quick! Liu Miao, where's your blood wolf? Why hasn't the Mingwang Buddha over there been killed yet?"
Liu Miao, riding on a severely injured blood wolf, said quickly, "We've already lost most of the blood wolves. The two six-tusked white elephants were too strong."
Yao Wenkui looked up at the fighting spirit above his head. It was no longer as strong as before, which meant that many soldiers had died in the battle or were seriously injured.
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