Tonight seems to be extra long.
The Shenjiying army is fully prepared, each in their own position, ready to fight at any time.
There were many of them, but because it was a wartime situation, no one made a sound. The only sound was the burning Buddha head in the air.
Lin Che was currently on the deck of the ancient ship, also using the secret technique of Jingmen to project the distant scene.
This method is like... watching the surveillance footage of a designated place in a monitoring room.
"As expected, they've arrived, and there are quite a few of them." Sunflower pointed at the reflected scene, her voice filled with excitement, "Luckily, I've formed an alliance with you. For a monster like you, it's amazing how fast you can cultivate your skills."
“Maybe this is talent!”
Lin Che responded very immodestly and tried to forcibly move the scene, but was unable to do so.
He could only roughly estimate that this was a scene somewhere two hundred miles away, but he couldn't pinpoint the exact location.
The scene was filled with a group of barefoot believers, expressionless faces, rapidly approaching like the walking dead. At first glance, it felt a bit like a zombie siege.
"Can this scene only be roughly located? If I want to see the Great Wall of Fortune, is that possible?"
Sunflower seemed to know what he wanted to ask, and said crisply, "I can only give you a rough idea. You've been to the Great Wall of Destiny, and it's not far away. If you want to see it, you can still do so. But if you want to peek into a specific bedroom in the Great Wall of Destiny, you can't do that. For example, the treasure that Elder Guichen covets, we don't even know where it is, let alone see it. I only had a chance to see the scene inside once..."
"Tell me more about it."
"I can't explain it in detail, it's just vague. It contains countless luck of the human race. I guess the luck must have solidified into some kind of treasure." After Xiangyanghua finished speaking, a solemn look appeared on her little face, and even a look of fear flashed across her face.
Lin Che wanted to continue asking questions when she suddenly saw a flare rising into the sky in the distance.
Exploded in the darkness.
The demon Buddha is coming!
…
On the earth, dense crowds of believers put their hands together and walked forward devoutly.
They were all barefoot, stepping on the cold ground, their soles were covered in blood, but they were completely unaware.
All they could see was the huge burning Buddha head in the distance.
A tall old monk wearing a tattered cassock. He was dirty all over and held a two-meter-long demon-subduing pestle in his hand.
His cultivation and status were obviously much higher than those believers, and he suddenly stopped while walking.
His cloudy eyes stared at the burning Buddha head in the distance, and soon a look of surprise appeared on his face.
"Wu Mu Ming Wang, has he been killed by evildoers?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his pupils suddenly dilated, reflecting a flame. The flame grew bigger and closer.
"ah--"
The old monk yelled and was about to step back, but it was too late.
A sharp arrow, carrying flames, came through the air.
Shoot it straight at the old monk’s face!
With a bang, the powerful feather arrow pierced through the old monk's head directly, and blood exploded on the spot.
In an instant, all the believers around were in a panic. They ran around and bumped into each other; their purpose was to avoid the feather arrows that were flying all over the sky.
These feather arrows were all flaming, and were particularly noticeable at dawn.
Whoosh whoosh! !
Thousands of arrows were fired at once, and in just one round, countless believers were killed.
All the generals of the Shenji Camp saw this and were all excited and filled with fighting spirit.
"Okay! Get ready, one hundred meters ahead—" Yao Wenkuiye continued to give orders.
In the second round of preparation, the soldiers drew their bows and drew their arrows. Flames were burning on each arrow head, and thousands of arrows were fired again.
The screams were heard again.
The area around the temple was finally cleaned up.
In mid-air, Zhou Xianchun stepped on the calligraphy and painting instruments, standing suspended in the air. He flirtatiously opened his folding fan, and a righteous spirit began to burst out:
“Ah—this scene makes me want to recite a poem!!”
Given his current status, he naturally had lackeys around him. One soldier immediately spoke up, "One of the two most talented men in our Shenji Battalion is finally reciting poetry. We're all ears!"
Zhou Xianchun pondered for a moment and spoke loudly:
"Night fire burns the sky, Buddha's head hangs suspended in the air, thousands of feathers split the sky and whistle in the cold smoke."
"A tide of barefoot corpses startled a rain of arrows, and a cluster of blood lotus blossomed across the abyss."
As soon as the poem was finished, the lackeys around him immediately started applauding:
"Good! What a great poem!"
"This poem has a murderous aura. Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's almost a war poem."
Kuntai couldn't stand Zhou Xianchun's death. How could he let Dashachun take the spotlight alone at this time? He also coughed dryly:
"Dachun, you'll never be able to write a war poem in your lifetime."
Zhou Xianchun's face was a little embarrassed. His righteous spirit had been lifted, but after all this time, he couldn't even write a war poem. What else could he do in the Shenji Camp besides dispelling the blood evil aura that was corroding the soldiers' bodies?
"Kuntai, come on if you have the guts. Humph, you crude warrior."
Kuntai chuckled and said, "Come on, come on, what's the problem?"
"Ah—a thousand arrows like buckets... a thousand arrows like pouring basins... a thousand arrows like pouring basins... a cough. It's like heavy rain. Hey, it seems like someone is calling me. Goodbye!"
Kuntai blushed and ran away quickly.
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