This kind of entrustment is really inexplicable.

Not to mention that everyone here except for Yong Bowen is the first time to meet the eight-leaf deadwood, and not to mention that the people who come here now are all enemies of the Shingon Sect, just looking at the things here, even a big master like the eight-leaf deadwood can't hold on, who would be so stupid to take over this mess?

But the eight-leaf deadwood not only said it, but also said it quite confidently, even if there was only one head left, he was still very confident.

Lu raised his eyebrows to the north, and the mages who were still behind the eight-leaf dead wood aimed the muzzle of the black hole at the bald head that remained on the ground. Taking advantage of his illness to kill him, even if there is only one head left, he is still an eight-leaf dead wood, a great master in the world, Lu Xiangbei has no sympathy or hesitation.

The eight-leaf dead wood smiled and said: "Now it is all blocked by the mana of the poor monk, and the things on the other side of the door cannot rush over, but as long as the poor monk's head is broken and the magic chain is lost, those things will rush out, and you will bear the brunt of it, and you will definitely not be spared, but I don't know if you are ready to fight?" ”

Needless to say, what is on the other side of the door, and it is certainly not a good thing to come out of hell.

Yong Bowen saw that Lu Xiangbei was silent, so he asked, "Master Eight Leaves, what happened here?" ”

The eight-leaf deadwood ignored him, and just said to Lu Xiangbei: "I know what you want!" What you want is behind this door, and if you want to get there, you must first get rid of what is blocking the door. Of course, you can also choose to turn around and walk now, as long as you run fast enough, you can still live a little longer. ”

Yong Bowen was ignored and couldn't help but be very depressed, it can be seen that Lu Xiangbei still didn't speak, and couldn't help but ask again: "What's behind the door?" ”

The eight-leaf deadwood said again: "My time is running out, you can decide now!" "I still ignore the Yongda Heavenly Master.

Lu Xiangbei did not continue to be silent this time, but suddenly asked, "When did the monks of the Shingon Sect withdraw from Koyasan?" When will your counterattack be launched? After you die, who will preside over Shingon Buddhism? ”

This series of questions has nothing to do with what the eight-leaf deadwood just said, at least in Yong Bowen's ears, the conversation between the two is simply a donkey's lips against the horse's mouth, and they are talking about each other.

But when the eight-leaf dead wood heard Lu Xiangbei ask this, he was amazed: "This Taoist friendly and happy mind must also be a great figure in your country's mage association, but it's a pity that the poor monk has no chance to get acquainted." The prelude to the counterattack has already begun, and if your personnel move quickly enough to evacuate all of them by tomorrow evening, they should still be spared. ”

Lu Xiangbei sneered: "You are really confident in your arrangement, no wonder you are willing to give up your life." ”

Eight-leaf deadwood smiled: "This is not my arrangement!" And although the poor monk has practiced for many years, he has not been able to break through the great terror between life and death, if there is any other choice, how can he not fight to the death here, today's things are wrong, but it is still because of the Yongshi Lord to have the current situation. However, this is fine, this is fine......" looked at Yong Bowen's gaze a little strange.

Lu Xiangbei didn't say anything anymore, waved his hand and beckoned the mage of the communication group over and asked, "How is the communication situation?" ”

The mage said: "There is too much interference, and the call is not good, but it is okay to simply transmit the signal!" ”

"Send a critical signal to Chairman Fish!"

This critical signal was agreed upon in the pre-war planning and did not mean that the advance team was in danger, but that things had changed and the entire delegation was in great danger and needed to be evacuated urgently.

Lu Xiangbei did not hesitate to send this signal, and then ordered: "Send a signal to the left-behind group, let them go underground, find the transparent door, and prepare to blast." ”

"You're just mages, not warriors!" The eight-leaf deadwood sighed, "What you are doing now is really insulting to the identity of a mage. ”

Lu Xiangbei chuckled, "We are mages and warriors!" "The voice was soft, but it was unusually firm.

The eight-leaf deadwood let out a long sigh and began to chant the incantation again, and after a few incantations, the remaining shoulders also turned into charms and flew into the gates of hell.

Yong Bowen was in a fog on the side, but the eight-leaf dead wood refused to answer him, so he had to ask Lu Xiangbei instead, "Captain Lu, what's the matter, why do you want to send a critical signal?" What's in that door to rush out? Is it the evil spirits of hell? ”

"It's not a hellish ghost, but it's not much worse. If I'm not mistaken, it's a ghost. Humans can't farm in the magma field, they can only drive ghosts to work, but this magma is from hell, and it has a strong damage to ghosts, and when the ghosts are cultivated in the magic flower field, they will continue to burn, so that the yin qi and soul continue to be lost, as if the ice cubes soaked in water keep melting, after a day of farming, often half of the body will be dissolved by the hell magma, and when it is time to rest, the ghosts drag the broken body back to the rock, They will be nourished by the powerful yin qi from hell, and their bodies will be restored to perfection again, and when they are re-restored, they will be driven into the field of magic flowers to work until only half of their bodies are left again...... This kind of torture never ends, the ghosts who are trapped here have no hope of escaping, after a long period of torture, they often become crazy, irritable and ferocious, and hate a qiē living being, and under the nourishment of the hell yin qi, their strength is far more than that of ordinary evil ghosts, and there will be a certain degree of mutation, once they escape from the control zhì and enter the human world, they will indiscriminately kill a qiē living being! With such a large-scale Demon Ying Flower Field, there must be more than 10,000 ghosts, not to mention the ghosts! ”

Lu Xiangbei instructed his mages to arrange various tools around the gate of hell, and explained to Yongda Heavenly Master on the other.

Yong Bowen felt a chill in his heart when he heard this, and then he knew what a dangerous situation he was in at this time, "No wonder you want to send a critical signal to Chairman Yu, I see." ”

"It is not for this reason that the critical signal was sent to Chairman Yu." Lu Xiangbei shook his head and said, "Although these ghosts are ferocious and terrifying, under the suppression of our heavy firepower, they can't be majestic, and it will only be a matter of minutes to eliminate them!" ”

Hearing that Lu Xiangbei was so confident, Yong Bowen was surprised, which was a bit unashamed. A master of the level of the eight-leaf deadwood paid for his life in order to block the ghost from rushing out of the gate of hell, but Lu Xiangbei actually said that it was only a matter of minutes to eliminate the ghost, which made the master of the eight-leaf who only had a head left on the ground embarrassed, could it be that seeing him dead, he still had to make him feel very unhappy?

"The real danger lies in the counterattack of the Shingon sect!" Lu Xiangbei looked at the bald head of the eight-leaf dead wood and said, "This is a trap set by the Shingon Sect. Like this kind of Demon Ying Flower Field, there is a complete magic circle to imprison the service ghosts, but as we have seen, the imprisonment has been artificially destroyed, and the service ghosts have escaped from the trap, and they should have rushed into the world to kill as soon as possible, but they were forced back to the gates of hell by the strong * force, and these service ghosts full of hatred for living beings are naturally unwilling to fall into hell like this, so they will desperately want to come out! All the monks of the Shingon Sect must have withdrawn from Koya Mountain from the secret path, leaving only the eight-leaf dead wood here to hold on, and I think that he is the only one in the current Shingon Sect who has the ability to block the gate of hell and temporarily control the ghosts. As soon as the Mage Guild invades Koyasan, he will immediately open the gates of hell and let the ghosts rush into the world. In this way, the first to be attacked must be the Mage Association, and the main force of the Mage Association is entangled in this Koya Mountain, and the withdrawn Shingon monks take the opportunity to launch an attack on the main stronghold of the Mage Association, with the strength of Shingon Buddhism in Japan, it is not a difficult thing to overturn the entire Mage Association in one fell swoop, our delegation is alone in Japan, there is no need to get involved in this kind of desperate battle, so I informed Chairman Yu and asked him to retreat as soon as possible. As for us, long before the start of the war, a backup plan for the evacuation of Japan was planned. ”

Yong Bowen never imagined that just a few words with the eight-leaf dead wood, Lu Xiangbei actually turned so many things in his mind, and he couldn't help but respect and admire.

But the eight-leaf dead wood said: "Daoyou said something wrong. This ghost escape was not planned by the poor monks, but purely accidental. When the Lord of Yongshi escaped from Koyasan, he wreaked havoc and destroyed the Buddhist temple in the valley above, which was the hub of the entire imprisoned magic circle, and on weekdays, the disciples of the sect with great cultivation power regularly chanted and practiced the spirit to maintain the magic circle, as soon as the hub was destroyed, the entire magic circle lost most of its effect, although the disciples of my sect could not talk about the compassion of Zen Buddhism, but they would not let these serving ghosts rush into the world, and it took great effort to drive them into the gate of hell. However, your Mage Association launched an attack at this time, and the disciples of my sect did not dare to stay, so they abandoned the fundamental place of Koya Mountain and dived out in all directions, thinking that it would be the future! ”

Yong Bowen was very unhappy when he heard that such a big disaster actually hit his head, who knew what kind of hub such a broken temple would be, since it was such an important thing, then why not add some protection, a bomb was thrown over and blown up, it was simply a tofu scum project that cut corners, and immediately asked: "I just threw a bomb, how could I blow up the hub of such an important circle?" If things are the way you say, why don't you run? Don't tell me how great you are, you have already cultivated the realm of cutting meat and sacrificing yourself to feed the tiger. ”

"The poor monk stayed voluntarily!" The eight-leaf dead wood looked stunned, "When the poor monk first took charge of the Shingon Sect, Koyasan was facing internal and external troubles, the internal financial resources were exhausted, and the people's hearts were floating, and the foreign powers invaded the Mage Association to fight for the tiger, and the Shingon Sect has almost reached the point where it cannot be supported, in order to maintain the status and majesty of the Shingon Sect, the poor monk had no choice but to hit the idea on the magic flower field left by the Kukai Patriarch. In the past, the Kukai Patriarch went to hell to defeat the demons, and made an agreement with him to open this magic flower field between hell and the world. The poor monk broke the original meaning of the patriarch, re-contracted with the demons, expanded the planting area, abducted ghost servants from the world, produced a large number of demon crystal powder and sold it to the outside for huge profits, and in exchange for benefits, he taught the secret method of the Kukai patriarch to others, so that now it is poisonous in the world, and the harm is endless! Evil karma will have evil consequences, and today is the time for karma to be repaid, so the poor monk did not hesitate to practice the Bodhi golden body for many years to block this demon behind the gate of hell! ”

While a few people were talking, all the battle mages had already completed the arrangement, but in the open space in front of the gate of hell, one round metal disc after another was arranged, and behind the metal disc array, several short rods were set up, flashing with electric light, and behind the short poles, more than a dozen heavy machine guns were added, originally these heavy machine guns were disassembled into parts and each mage brought a part, which was originally intended to be used to deal with the monks of Shingon Sect, but now it has come in handy.

Everyone was ready to stop and take their places, and Lu Xiangbei said, "Master Eight Leaves, are you done?" After that, you can take a break and see how we do it before closing your eyes. You have to understand that times are different now, and the days of dominating one side with individual spells alone are gone! ”

"In that case, there are fellow Daoists!"

The eight-leaf dead wood slowly closed his eyes, and the entire head shattered in an instant, turning into a large cloud of golden Sanskrit runes, roaring and flying towards the gate of hell, turning in front of the gate of hell, and immediately attracting all the spells that turned into a golden net on the door, and then turned in a circle, turned into a shocking golden rainbow, and threw it in the opposite direction. This old monk was really unwilling to be so physically and mentally destroyed, and at the last moment, he used his residual divine sense to attract some of the golden body mana and left together, probably to find a place to reincarnate. Reincarnating with the magic power of the divine consciousness of the previous life is an old practice of tantra, and it is easy to do it at this time.

", dead monk!" Lu Xiangbei suddenly scolded, and the scolding continued, when he suddenly heard a muffled bang, like a mountain torrent pouring into the long causeway, and the tide-like black shadow gushed out of the gate of hell with a sharp and piercing roar, and rushed forward with a mountain and a sea of dozens of poor mages in front of him!

Yong Bowen really saw that the black wave that was rushing in his face was all composed of evil ghosts! These demons have large heads and small bodies, thin limbs, blood-red eyes, and a single horn on their foreheads, which have obviously mutated under the long-term infestation of hell. Look at those evil spirits, their faces are distorted, and their faces are full of resentment and malice! Master Yongda felt a chill in his heart, and took out a large stack of ghost-hunting talismans from his pocket and pinched them in his hand, just in case he needed them.

Bang, bang, bang...... In a series of crisp sounds, dazzling white pillars of light shot out from the discs placed on the ground, staggering vertically and horizontally, forming a dense fence of light.

The surging black ghost tide slapped on the seemingly thin grating, making a sizzling sound, as if meat skewers were grilled on the stove, and the green smoke with a pungent smell suddenly dispersed to the ground. The ghost who crashed into the grating let out a sharp howl full of pain, and his entire body was quickly dissolved by the grating! However, the ghosts in the rear could not see the situation ahead, and only knew that they could tear those living creatures through the gates of hell, so they howled excitedly and pushed the team forward without stopping, regardless of the specific situation ahead. Before each platoon of ghosts was completely wiped out by the grating, the second row came up, followed by the third row, and then the fourth row, like a terrifying wave, constantly lapping on the grating. The grating was so impacted that it seemed to be in danger of collapsing at any moment.

"Fire!" Lu Xiangbei gave an order, and more than a dozen heavy machine guns lined up in front of him fired at the same time, and more than a dozen bright tongues of fire were like whips and fiercely whipped towards the black ghost tide, bursting out of cyan smoke marks, like a dozen giant knives scraping down the black ghost tide layer by layer.

Seeing that the situation was gradually stabilizing, he suddenly heard a sharp whistle from inside the gate of hell, and the black ghost tide that had been rushing endlessly heard the sound and suddenly rolled back into the gate of hell.

The island regained its deathly peace.

"Something is wrong, everyone be careful, prepare grenades!" Lu Xiangbei looked at the calm and frightening gate of hell, his expression gradually became solemn, according to the intelligence, although these ghosts are cruel and tyrannical, but there is not much intelligence at all, just like a group of out-of-control beasts, as long as there is enough firepower, it can be easily solved, but the scene in front of him is obviously not the same thing, the sudden whistle can summon all the rampaging ghosts back, which shows that there is something with enough intelligence to command these ghosts, and the loss of forcibly breaking through is too great, I changed my tactics and recalled the ghosts, and I think the next step will be to use other methods.

Empty, empty, empty...... Heavy, neat footsteps came from within the gates of hell.

A line of samurai in heavy black armor walked out of the door in a neat line. Every two samurai held a huge stone and threw it forward as soon as they walked out of the gates of hell, and at one time dozens of large stones roared towards the mage's camp at the same time.

Lu Xiangbei made a gesture and manipulated the mage change button of the disc, and the pillar of light shot out of the disc instantly turned dark blue, and the boulder flying between the pillars of light was instantly shattered, and for a while, the broken stone flew like a fly, and the dust flew like a fog, filling the entire front of the gate of hell with chaos.

In the midst of this blurred vision, there was a sudden clanging sound, and with the sound, one disc after another flew up and burst, and the blue pillars of light decreased sharply.

"Shoot!" Lu Xiangbei hurriedly ordered, the heavy machine gun re-fired, and the dense bullets rushed into the fog like a fiery snake, and I don't know what it hit, making a loud sound like a bronze bell hitting a big chime, which shook people's brains.

As the fog cleared, a huge turquoise object took shape, flat and straight, with smooth curves on the edges, and looked like two huge and incomparable bronze doors, standing there tightly, blocking all the bullets.

Seeing this, the mages automatically stopped this waste of bullets without waiting for an order.

The bronze door slowly slid to the sides, dragging two deep dents in the stone face with an ear-piercing grinding sound.

A white figure kneeling on the ground revealed to the eyes of all the mages as the giant door slid open.

The dress is snow-white, and the long black hair is scattered on the moss-covered stone surface, which contrasts strongly with the black armor of the demon warriors on both sides.

The beautiful young woman smiled lightly and gestured slightly.

Yong Bowen let out a low moan, "Haruko Sakurai! ”

It's the dividing line that appears at this time again******************************

It's a little stuck.,It's clear that the plot is well designed.,It's clear in my mind that I can catch it as soon as I reach out.,But when it's written, it always feels like it's not the same thing.,It's like a dense stool.,Obviously there's something in the stomach.,But I can't pull it out.,It's really hard to feel home.。 For the sake of seeing that I am so uncomfortable, you can throw the red ticket and stimulate me.