The sun is blazing. Baking the earth.

Semi-sandy hilly terrain with rolling hills. As far as the eye can see, there is a patch of yellow and muddy, and there is no greenery.

There is no one in the four fields.

Until noon. The crisp ringtone, reverberating sounds. A caravan braved the scorching sun, coming from far and near.

The caravan was not large, with only a dozen mutated camels, carrying heavy goods. On the hunchback of the leader, there were also nine West Asian men, with dark skin, as if they had experienced a long journey, covered in wind and dust.

This is the caravan, walking through the hills and mountains, all the way to the west.

At sunset. The caravan had already passed through this hilly area. Everywhere you go, the semi-sandy ground begins to look mottled with greenery, which is unique to the West Asian continent and can grow in arid environments.

A gentle breeze blows, with a faint damp fishy smell. It gives the feeling of coming to the seaside.

The sound of 'buzzing' wings was heard.

A hummingbird the size of a fist swooped down from mid-air and landed on the shoulder of a West Asian man in his forties in the caravan.

Accompanied by the hummingbird's chirping. The man listened for a moment, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Sixty miles ahead is the Ankara Territory!"

The man turned his head to look at his companion and said in a deep voice, "Everyone get ready, change your clothes immediately!" ”

The voice did not fall. Everyone in the caravan moved. They stripped off their robes and put on clothes that resembled medieval Europe. At the same time, a faint light flickered. The physical appearance of these West Asian men began to change.

Just a dozen seconds later.

Nine West Asian men have strangely turned into nine European men with high noses and blue eyes, some old and some young, of different ages.

"Boss, this dress is a little shiny, a little inconsistent with our identity!" A companion said with a grin.

"That's easy!"

Someone who is called a 'boss'. has changed from a West Asian man in his forties to a silver-haired young European. But throughout, the conversations between him and his companions were all in Chinese.

At his beckoning, everyone rolled on the spot, and the brand-new clothes were immediately covered with dust.

"Ahead is the westernmost territory of the Lateran Empire. It is also a necessary gateway for us to dive into the West! ”

The 'leader' turned over and boarded the camel's back, pointed his finger in front of him, and said in an extremely solemn tone: "From now on, everyone must be highly vigilant and do not show the slightest mistake!" ”

"Yes!" The companions responded in unison.

After. The strange caravan began to continue its departure, taking advantage of the twilight to rush to the destination, Ankara territory.

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Sheling Mountain. The summit is covered with snow and ice in all seasons, and the four walls of the peak are symmetrical, in the shape of a round crown pyramid. The sky above the peak is often covered with white clouds, and the snow-capped peaks can shine strangely in the sun, dazzling and mysterious.

This is the mountain of the gods that has been passed down from Tantra to the world. A sacred place in the minds of the people of Tibet. It is also a place of pilgrimage for many sects such as Brahmins.

Whoever gets the Snow Spirit Mountain is the only doctrine.

Because of this, this mountain has become a place where white and black religions must fight, and conflicts are frequent. Initially, the two sides were able to maintain harmony. The White Sect is stationed at the foot of the sacred mountain, the holy lake of Mapanyongcuo. The Black-Cult is stationed on the other side of the ghost lake Laang Wrong. Defend Xueling Mountain together.

However. The Black Religion attracted the Indian Brahmans and raided the White Religion. After. Gather heavy troops to kill the White Sect members stationed on the shore of the Holy Lake, and occupy the entire sacred mountain.

The Holy Land was occupied, raided, and the congregation suffered heavy casualties. The White Sect refused to give up, and united with Jiuli soldiers and horses to begin to attack Xueling Mountain.

The two sides gathered heavy troops and confronted each other in the grassland at the northern foot of Mount Kinabalu. Fierce fighting for days. It's hard to tell.

The sound of killing shook the sky. This sacred mountain has lost its former tranquility and has been completely reduced to the battlefield of Shura, with rivers of blood and corpses all over the field, and the tragic situation is unbearable to witness.

Early in the morning. Look down from above. The snow-capped top of Mount Kinabalu is surrounded by white clouds, as in the past, revealing an indescribable mysterious atmosphere.

North. Endless grasslands as far as the eye can see. The black-pressed soldiers and horses were entangled like a flood, mercilessly strangled.

Baijiao Jiuli is the main attack. Black-Teach Brahmin Crowd Defense. Both sides are spearheaded by mutant beasts, the snow-capped mountain mastiff army raised by the Tibetan Tantra, the Jiuli poison army, and the Brahmin mammoths have become the main force on the battlefield.

In addition, the Jiuli fleet launched a long-range attack. It stands to reason that with the power of the Black-Sect family, it was by no means the opponent of the White Sect Jiuli. But the reinforcements they invited, or the foreign enemies they brought into Tibet, were Brahmins. Hundreds of thousands of followers, along with the black-clothed lamas, built a mantra barrier to firmly protect the camp from warship fire.

There are nearly 100,000 mammoth soldiers on the ground, and the lineup is huge, forming an impregnable defensive line.

Therefore, no matter how the two armies of the Baijiao Jiuli attacked violently, they were never able to break through the enemy's defensive line, but suffered heavy casualties.

Thirty kilometers away.

On a hillside. The high-level leaders of the White Sect Jiuli gathered. The ninth-level lion mastiff, which is regarded as the sacred beast of the Snow Mountain, carries a lotus throne on its back, and a little boy wearing a gold-rimmed robe sits on it.

All around, the eight Dharma kings of the White Sect stand and guard them closely.

Next to the lion mastiff, there is also a huge blood-colored gecko. Also carrying a chariot, there is a woman in white, beautiful and refined, it is the Lord of Jiuli, Blue Moon.

Looking at the battle situation between the two armies in the distance, Lan Yuexiu frowned slightly, she obviously didn't expect that the Brahmin sect, the foreign enemy attracted by the Black Sect, had such a powerful background.

"My lord, do you want to ...... Let the old slave take the knife Ji to give it a try! "Before the Blue Moon. A boy wearing various gold rings said respectfully. His name is Ling Nu'er, the servant of the former Jiuli Jun, and he is also the most powerful Gu master in Jiuli except for Lan Yue.

As for the 'Dao Ji' in Lingnu'er's mouth, a bewitching woman who is also dressed in white. She looked indifferent, her eyes were nothing but violent and murderous intent, as if she were not human.

"Although Dao Ji is strong, it is difficult to resist the impact of tens of thousands of mammoths."

Blue Moon spoke. The sword queen was a gift from his man, a sanctuary-level blade queen. The real combat power is even stronger than her, the Jiuli Jun.

So far, only one of his own men has been cultivated and given to her as a personal guard.

At the beginning of the Battle of Mount Kinabalu, Blue Moon had already sent the Blade Empress, hoping to break through the Brahmin camp. Unexpectedly, the Brahmin mammoths are very powerful, and there is also a Holy Domain Emperor among them. In addition, the Brahmans are proficient in the secret art of the Shingon and can easily discern the Blade Queen's hidden form.

Therefore, the Empress of Blades entered alone, but did not receive miraculous results.

At this moment, even if you add a spirit slave, it will be difficult to do anything.

"Sister Blue Moon, why don't you let Kampot and them go together!" The little boy sitting on the lotus throne of the lion mastiff not far away spoke. His voice was immature, but his tone seemed very old-fashioned.

This little boy is the White Sect spirit child. His name is Sanchi, which means Buddha in Tibetan. Those who have great power in Tantra are called living Buddhas, who have cultivated the rainbow body and attained the great perfection realm, sat in Nirvana, immortalized souls, and reincarnated.

The two major schools of Tantra, black and white, both have spirit children. The black-sect spirit boy Jiayang, who has the power of reincarnation in the sixth generation, is now an adult, and is also the culprit of this collusion with foreign enemies. The white sect spirit boy Sanji was reincarnated not long ago, and he was gifted, with the power of reincarnation in the tenth life, and the Buddha's power was profound, far above Jiayang.

Because of this, he was regarded as the spiritual leader of the White Sect and even the entire Tibetan region. But it is a thorn in the eye of the black-sect, a thorn in the flesh, and the desire to get rid of it quickly.

A few days ago, if it weren't for Blue Moon's action, this White Sect spirit boy who had not yet awakened the supernatural ability of his previous life would have fallen.

Therefore, the Bai Sect is very grateful to Jiuli. In response to the call of the Blue Moon, he decided to return to Dragon City and jointly crusade against the rebellious Black Sect disciples of Tantric Buddhism.

"Brother Sanchi, don't worry, let's wait!"

Lan Yue replied with a smile: "At most half an hour, our reinforcements will definitely arrive, and then ......" At this point, she looked at the battlefield in the distance, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "No matter how powerful the Brahmin elephant soldiers are, they will not escape the end of destruction." ”

Seeing that Blue Moon was so confident, Sanji was curious. The same is true of the Eight Dharma Kings of the White Sect under his command.

The fighting continues.

The camps of the two sides are huge, you attack and defend, and they are always in a stalemate. Until a certain moment, the horn and drum sounded, and the soldiers and horses of the Baijiao Jiuli began to retreat like a tide.

"Haha, these guys finally can't bear it anymore and are going to withdraw!" Inside the Black-Cult camp. A young man in a black lama's robe laughed wildly. This person is none other than the Jiayang Living Buddha, the unique leader of the Black Sect. A tantric powerhouse with ninth-level peak strength.

He stood on the shoulders of a humanoid monster. This monster is covered in yellow hair, up to more than ten meters high, and looks very similar to the legendary snowman in the Tibetan region from a distance.

Beside. On the back of a giant white elephant, an Indian monk sat upright, with a dark complexion, long hands and feet, and a smug smile on his face, and said loudly: "My Brahmin mammoth soldiers are invincible in the world, and even heretics are not to be feared!" ”

This guy is the Brahmin powerhouse who led millions of Brahmanical cultists to invade Tibet and join forces with the Black Sect to cause trouble, Venerable Treasure Elephant. Its strength is not bad, and it has also reached the peak of the ninth level. In addition, the mammoth war elephant under him is the only Brahmin Mammoth Emperor in the Holy Domain.

"The enemy retreats, I advance!"

Jiayang Living Buddha looked at his close allies and said with a smile: "Now is the time for our side to fight back, and I also ask Senior Brother Baoxiang to help!" ”

"Well said!"

Venerable Treasure Elephant smiled: "It's just that don't forget, the agreement between us!" ”

"Shenshan Holy Lake, half of the family, never regret it!" Jiayang Living Buddha patted his chest and promised. This was the price he had to pay for bringing in Brahmin reinforcements.

Mount Sheringh is also a holy place for Brahmins. Indian Ah San has always coveted it, but he can't find an excuse, and he is still afraid of China's internal forces. Now he was invited by the Black Sect and happily agreed to send troops to help. What he did was to occupy the sacred land of the sacred mountain.

"Refreshing!"

Venerable Treasure Elephant was very satisfied. After that, he turned his hand and took out a horn made of ox horns, and wanted to blow it.

Hey!

At this moment, he made a discovery and stopped what he was doing. Under the gaze of its faintly blue pupils, the enemy army retreated like a tidal wave. But there was a group of men and horses, specifically a team of cavalry, more than 100 people, rushing to kill.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!"

The Jiayang Living Buddha also found out, and ordered one of his subordinates beside him: "Shumu, send a lion mastiff to destroy these guys!" ”

"Yes." This subordinate respectfully accepted the order. He was a middle-aged Han man, dressed in a black-clad lama robe, holding a five-colored flag waving at the moment, and the dazzling light immediately rose into the air. (To be continued.) )