In this group of people dressed in white field camouflage uniforms, there stood a burly man with a height of nearly 2 meters, blonde hair and blue eyes, and an extremely handsome foreigner, wearing military three-eye night vision goggles, holding a rare XM556 hand-held Gatling machine gun that kept shooting in the direction of Wang Dingguo and the soldiers of the special combat team, and constantly chanting the Latin "Thule-Gesellschaft" in his mouth.

"Ding Ding ......", the dull and slightly rhythmic sound of heavy metal resounded through the field, the scene was extremely bloody, many people in the special combat team were pierced through the skulls and limbs by fire, and the flares illuminated the red night sky, XM556 hand-held Gatling machine guns and Soviet-made PKP light machine guns were covered by crossfire, and the bullet casings that kept falling with a gloomy glow made the already very cold Zishi even more frozen to the bone marrow, this group of people was like bloodthirsty demons, and the scene was like hell.

—Mahaprajnaparamita VS Black Killing Great Wheel Vajra Ming King—

"Revealing the truth, revealing the truth, revealing the truth, revealing the truth of the Polo monk, revealing the truth of Bodhisavaha"

"One step too late, the black-clothed lamas fled, and Guru Rinpoche's disciple Tzu Hai came to help in the battle"

Wang Xiaonan, who was curled up on the edge of the ridge to watch the battle, was suddenly frightened by a roar like King Kong, only to feel a cool swishing on the top of his head, and when he looked at it, there were multiple black shadows in robes holding sharp weapons and jumping into the snow-covered field from behind him.

On the right side of the field, about 7 people quickly entered the hiding place of the black-clothed lama and zombies, 6 of them put on a formation, wearing a blue-gray Arhat coat, stepping on brown monk boots, wearing a blue-gray velvet hat, each holding a strange weapon, very similar to the silver spear in the hands of the black-clothed lama, this is the Tantric Heavenly Iron Vajra, similar to a spear.

"Revealing the truth, revealing the truth, revealing the truth, revealing the truth of the Polo monk, Bodhi Suvaha", 6 people held high the heavenly iron vajra, surrounded the black-clothed lama and the zombies, and continued to rotate in small steps clockwise without getting close, reciting the "Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra" aloud.

"This enchantment, all evil ghosts and gods are not allowed to enter", a white-eyed short monk standing on the periphery of the formation shouted.

"Abhijaluga", a black-clothed lama led by a man pinched his vajra finger and chanted in a low voice, and the remaining black-clothed lamas formed a half-squatting formation.

The many zombies in the snow that made people creepy and remained motionless suddenly went crazy, screaming and screaming, and in less than half a second, they pounced in front of the six monks in blue and gray Arhat coats and tore into pieces. It turned out that the black-clothed lama put up a group of corpses in a red corpse array, and he could remotely control the zombies to attack the enemy through his mind.

"Boom, boom, boom ......", I saw a big monk with white eyebrows behind him glaring angrily, jumping up to the height of three people, and his right hand flew out of a number of silver spikes that were extremely similar to the black-clothed lama, and the spikes flew towards the zombies.

"Buzzing ......", I saw a multi-faceted large copper-plated iron erase flying out of the air, and quickly shot down the flying spikes.

"Stacking the black killing array", the leader of the lama scolded.

I saw the black-clothed lama of Sanming quickly jump onto the shoulders of another person, wrap his feet between the elbows of the lama, and stack the three-person Arhat Tower, which is the black killing circle of the black-clothed lama's special skill. It is equivalent to conjuring up a three-headed and six-armed big wheel King Kong Ming with a variety of weapons, and his combat power is extremely strong.

Namsa Doriya, Devhagava, Tathakadanam......

The three black-clothed lamas of the Black Killing Array kept chanting strange scriptures in their mouths, and the stench of black mist continued to emanate from their bodies, quickly approaching the white-eyed short monk.

The white-eyed short monk suddenly felt powerless after fighting, and secretly shouted in his heart, the three black-clothed lamas in this black killing array are not people!!