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The evil spirit is full of wildness, covering the sky and the sun.

The slowly advancing army of Heavenly Granted Kings did not have a neat line. They were driven by the endless greed and unwillingness in their hearts, driven by the priests of the Holy Lotus Altar, step by step towards the Huaxian city wall.

The colors of their clothes are messy, armor, cloth armor, and even blood-stained silk shirts, and the weapons they hold are all kinds of things.

At first glance, there is a world of difference from those disciplined and mighty teachers, and it does not seem to be worth fearing, but the hostility and killing intent on them is like a group of ferocious, cruel and extremely hungry beasts, with flesh and blood in their eyes. , Salivating in his mouth, whizzed to him.

The congregants of the Holy Lotus Altar were mixed among the military ranks. They were holding prayer flags and copper bells and other instruments, listening to the sound coming from behind, and then shaking the instruments together, shouting and shouting.

The rebels began to change, their footsteps were messy but very organized, because they were following the banner around them.

The army was distributed in the shape of "mountains", giving way to two spacious roads, and then a rough wooden frame tied with ropes was pushed over.

It doesn't look like a trebuchet or a cannon. The heavy guy will slow down the journey, and it is impossible for the Tianshou King to take them on a rush.

But Moli did not dare to take it lightly, because Fengxing Pavilion had already known from the city where the two invading forces invaded by the ruined army and the side road, the king of Tianshou might have a powerful new type of siege equipment, suspected to be the Thunderbolt Hall. A variant of Thunderbolt, it looks crude and may be a temporarily assembled base, which is easy to disassemble and transport.

Mo Lei stroked the bow in his hand, although it was too light for him.

A bow and arrow are indispensable if you want to shoot the rebel generals at a long distance.

Mo Lei stared at the messy flags in the Heavenly Envoy King’s army, discerning how the sacred lotus altar congregants who shook the prayer flags actually accepted the order.

——If it’s an order, who is giving the order? If you are also looking at the flag or listening to the sound of the magical instrument, how is this transmitted?

He needs to find a node and cut off the node that can temporarily mess up the entire messenger system.

The army of the Heavenly Consecrated King looked too chaotic, and the ink carp did not understand the art of war, so he could only use death methods, staring at the every move of a sacred lotus altar cultist and then following the vine. Thanks to his superior vision, otherwise he won't be able to find it at all.

"Destiny is coming!"

"Mr. Purple Star!"

The shouts outside the city became clearer.

"Holy woman please blessed!"

"Give bronze arms and iron bones, bless the three souls and six souls, and pass all kinds of magic!"

As the army advanced, the voices of the congregants of the Holy Lotus Altar became more anxious, and their expressions were mad.

Most of these congregants are just rough-handed fists, and they believe in nonsense as fanatical as the people around them. When shouting, the emotions are fierce. This kind of shouting in unison is the most inciting, making believers believe more, and those who do not believe are also irritated, because the money they want, the wealthy women and even the rich and powerful are in the front.

Whether they are cowardly and cowardly, fearful of death, or lustful, they gradually lose their will to think about themselves in such a cry, and there is only one left in their mind--

"Kill!"

The sound shook in all directions, and the hostility rushed into the sky.

The soldiers on the walls turned pale, and even the old soldiers who had experienced the melee and internal fighting of the three kings of Chu Chu had a sudden change in color.

"Energetic."

The gray-haired old man settled his mind, squatted hard, and yelled loudly.

The soldiers and soldiers are still somewhat unable to return to their senses. Now they understand why the 150,000 Jingzhou Army will be defeated, and why the people who fled to Huaxian will bring the terrible rumors that "the capital of Luoshan is present, and a hundred thousand evil spirits are coming." The legendary 酆 happened to be in Yizhou, wouldn't these people just look alive like ghosts rushing out of a ghost gate?

"...It's not like letting you fight face to face, you can't shoot arrows, can you throw stones? Don't shake your hands, you stubborn! I was wrong, and it's okay to shake, so many people will always die if you shoot and shoot. One!"

Seeing that the situation is not good, the old man slapped everyone on the shoulders, cursing a bunch of local slang.

"Don’t be stunned, as long as you are of flesh and blood, you have to lie down. Since the **** is not afraid of death, are we still soft? A group of pretending ghosts, carrying them down to the yellow spring, don’t forget to ask the king of Yama. If you don’t know them, Mr. Ziweixing, what kind of **** saint blessing..."

When I passed by Moli, the old man choked.

Nothing else, it feels improper to speak foul language in front of this unfathomable master.

Unexpectedly, Moli felt that the atmosphere was not right, so stiff and unreasonable, so he said casually: "It's worthless."

Everyone turned their heads to look at him in a daze.

Mo Lei realized that he was using the same slang this time, he was silent for a while, and changed into Mandarin awkwardly, saying: "It is said that there are thirty-six saints in the sacred lotus altar, and they will make up for one death. This... There is a saying in the arena that the saint of the lotus altar is worthless."

Last year, Zhushan County also arrested a saint. Fengxing Pavilion didn’t know about it. Of course, there was a Pingzhou Taiyuan News Network that couldn’t go there. The key was that there were too many saints and they covered their faces. Running around, I don't know when one is missing or when to make up for another one.

Anyway, these saints don't have any powerful roles, and martial arts are only second-tier and third-rate.

The reason why the Sacred Lotus Altar needs them is that the people especially believe in the "sage in white". No matter whether it is the true fairy of Maitreya or the Zoroastrianism of Fanbang Western Regions, there is always a white dress fluttering. The white gauze masked saint holding a magical instrument.

The Holy Lotus Altar is ambitious, and the stalls are large. A saint is really not enough.

Hunjianghu will inevitably report his family, and the identity of the saint of the lotus altar now makes people laugh.

Mo Lei was looking for the vanguard commander in the rebelling army, and one of them missed it without paying attention.

"Here, are there so many?"

The young soldier who was born in a craftsman who insisted on stuffing an arrow into the ink carp opened his mouth and asked innocently, "Thirty-six saints, can you afford it?"

Moli: "..."

Well, it’s very practical to ask questions from a poor background.

Suspected of not being able to raise thirty saints, the Sacred Lotus Altar Master was sitting in a carriage at the back of the army. The outside was gorgeously decorated, and the car was covered with expensive woolen blankets. It was a high-quality product brought by Western merchants. , One foot costs ten taels of gold.

There is no grape wine luminous cup, which is easy to break and is not easy to carry.

Master Luo is drinking boring wine. It is an altar of red daughter presented by the congregation. The more he drinks, the whiter his face is, and the irritability is lingering all over his body.

The shouting and killing sounded in the distance, and the momentum was amazing. After changing the weekdays, the leader of Luo would squint his eyes complacently, indulging in this feeling of controlling countless lives and deaths. Today he was not in the mood, and even felt his voice harsh.

"How long will it take to enter the city?" Master Luo slammed the wine jar out and furiously said, "What are you doing so slowly?"

The people near the carriage are all high-ranking people in the Holy Lotus Altar. They enjoy the best treatment. Some good things that the Lord Luo doesn’t like will naturally fall into their hands. Now they can watch half of the altar. After drinking, the daughter Hong broke to pieces, and the wine was overflowing, and she couldn't help but feel distressed. If you don’t drink, don’t drink, what is it?

The king of Tianshou had a plan to enter the Central Plains for a long time. He has been hoarding grain and grass, and naturally he is not allowed to make wine.

Eight of the ten people in the arena are addicted to alcohol. After holding back for a long time, they would rather go out to expand their power for the Sacred Lotus Altar instead of continuing to squat in Yizhou.

"The leader calmed down his anger. With the firearms of Pilitang, the city gate will soon be broken."

Is the Lord Luo annoying that he can’t enter the city? Of course not, he felt that someone was watching.

—The assassin stared at him.

——The assassin was not deceived by the puppet, he still lurked around the camp, and even got into the army.

On the first day, Master Luo grinned and gave this fool to the door. He is not that stupid puppet. As long as the assassin dared to show up, he would never give him good fruit.

On the second day, the sense of voyeurism did not increase but fell. Lord Luo wondered for a while to guess that the other party was determined to assassinate the Heavenly Granted King. Since there was no suspected Heavenly Granted King beside the Holy Lotus Altar leader, the Assassin decisively Changed other search targets.

Master Luo didn't dare to go to Zheng Tu to discuss this matter rashly, even he had a hint of watching a good show hidden in his heart, maybe this assassin could surprise him and add some trouble to Zheng Tu.

As a result, as soon as I opened my eyes today, the sense of voyeurism returned, like a tarsal bone.

Master Luo turned pale with anger. He didn't need to think about what Zheng Tu must have done, which caused the assassin to doubt himself again.

Of course he is not afraid of the district assassin, but this assassin is too slippery. Lord Luo has not been able to find it in the crowd after several deliberate searches. In order to stabilize the military spirit, he can’t leak this out, so he can only take advantage of it. Try to find out the flaws of the assassin, such as throwing the wine jar like just now.

However, every time he failed to catch the assassin's tail, it made it difficult for others to see Master Luo's temper soaring today.

Luo Jiaozhu's gaze swept across his subordinates with different expressions one by one, and he fell into the car curtain with a cold snort.

"Bring me more wine!"

It's easy to get wine, and it may be a bit moldy to send wine in, and everyone silently shrugs off.

In the end, the hot potato fell into the hands of a saint.

The saint’s right eye socket was blue. She was the victim of Lord Luo’s rage this morning. She was so scared that she had been shrinking in a corner and did not dare to approach the Lord. However, no one would sympathize with her at the Holy Lotus Altar. The ground stuffed the wine jar over.

The saint's arms trembled and slowly approached the carriage with her head buried.

"Huh."

The carriage curtain slammed open, and the saint screamed, the whole person was picked up by the master Luo, and the masked white veil fell on the ground, revealing a pretty face.

Master Luo examined her two eyes and threw the person away. Then he seemed to realize something, and asked with a cold face, "Wait, there is another saint?"

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what Lord Luo was talking about.

It was the other saints who took a quick look around, and found that she seemed to be missing a companion.

"Master, someone got in!"

"...Call all the saints!" Master Luo said with a bruise on his forehead and gritted his teeth.

Su Li hid under a carriage full of grain and grass, quickly tore off the white gauze and white skirt on her body, wrapped them around the axle, and then took out something like a stick and lay on the ground and beat the wood. Wheel, then slowly crawled out from the bottom of the car, his face was gray and the cart was pushing.

The wheel is stuck, it is difficult to push, and soon someone will come to help.

Su Li used a dexterity to make the two soldiers smash their heads with too much force, and suddenly they looked almost like him.

Glancing at the sacred lotus altar incense master protector who was interrogating everywhere, Su Li knew that he had lost the opportunity today, so he could only quit the camp and wait until the evening to make plans.

Although the master of Luo's martial arts is very high, and the masters of the Holy Lotus Altar have their own abilities, there are more than 50,000 people here, and it is really difficult to catch a killer with first-class hiding skills in time. Su Li calmly changed his identities several times and successfully mixed out. Just as he was looking at the distant city wall, thinking about whether he would go to the wild to find a place to squat until it was dark or when he entered Huaxian in the chaos, a line was faster than lightning. A sharp ghostly whistling shadow rose into the sky, as if it was about to be thrown into the sun, and then fell quickly and accurately plunged into the range of the Central Army.

Su Li's pupils contracted, and regardless of the possibility of exposure, she lifted her body and looked at the point where the arrow fell.

The arrow couldn't bear this powerful force in the middle, and it broke directly. The flying fragments were like hidden weapons, killing four people instantly, and ten others fell to the ground with a cry of pain. Their luck is not fatal. At the same time, but the dazzling blood hole in the limbs and body is also very shocking.

The arrow without the arrow continued to fly forward. When the whole wooden pole plunged into the body of a sacred lotus altar protector, it took the person more than a dozen steps back, overturning a group of people, and suddenly the Chinese army was in chaos. . The people in front didn't know what was going on, they were still manipulating the machinery to continue to attack the city, and thunder fire bombs smashed dazzling sparks on the city gate and wall.

The city gate couldn't support it, revealing the many stones that had been blocked in the rear. Obviously, the people in Hua County hadn't thought of retreating from the enemy at all, but were procrastinating.

Although the city gates are made of wood, they are very heavy and are sealed with special lacquer every year, making it difficult to burn.

The round wooden stones are constantly pushed down from the city wall, but unfortunately the number is not enough, otherwise this line of defense alone will be able to hold for a while.

"This..."

Su Li looked at the distance between the city wall and the Chinese army in shock. Although he had heard that the marksman on the grassland outside the pass can hit the prey far away, the length and strength are definitely beyond the range of the bow and arrow. It’s impossible to enter the Huaxian Realm. Is there still a great master in Huaxian?