Yifeng and the others looked from the mountain, and the monks who were surrounded by groups numbered tens of thousands, and in front of them were at least five or six layers of heavy armor shield pikemen, and behind them were outflanked by the cavalry of the double front line—they were completely caught in the enemy formation.

I saw the pikemen in heavy armor and shields, with a steady and neat pace, squeezing towards the monks, narrowing their space for movement.

Considering that he was surrounded by his own senior brothers, the monks with cultivation strength at the front and in the middle of it could not release their supernatural powers on the largest scale.

These heavy-armored shields of the Dragon Scale Array took advantage of this opportunity to continuously poke out of the gaps in the shields with spears, and just like that, countless monks were stabbed to death in an instant.

Many monks do not have bladed knives and spears in their hands, but just baguettes in the most ordinary temples.

The baguette is round, without blades and blades, and originally symbolized the compassion and kindness of Buddhism, unwilling to hurt the innocent and unwilling to hurt oneself.

But in front of him, it is this kind of weapon that cannot play its offensive value, and it is not as good as a straw on the battlefield.

And those monks with swords in their hands, seeing that the situation was not good, crowded to the front of the monk group one after another, and waved the shield of the dragon scale array in their hands.

However, the shield warrior compressed step by step, and the amplitude of the swing was too small, and instead it was embedded in the spear shaft that came in from the shield and stabbed in.

Then they were desperately pumped by the warriors behind the shields, and even pulled the men with knives in front of the shields, and the warriors behind saw the opportunity through the gaps, hurriedly came up to make up for them, and stabbed the monks to death on the spot.

The monks who also carried spears, which were very few in number, wanted to pierce their shields, but the shields were so thick that no matter how sharp their spears were, they could only seek opportunities to stab the warriors behind them through the gaps in their shields.

At the beginning, the warrior behind the shield might as well have been stabbed by some people, but then reacted, as soon as the spear poked in, it immediately pulled the spear with a powerful man, and even pulled the person with the spear, and then there was a fierce stab, and suddenly the monk was poked with several blood holes.

In this way, the situation of the war fell into a one-sided slaughter.

At this moment, there were cultivators among the monks, and they finally couldn't help but start working hard.

They recite the Buddhist formula, the Buddha's voice is vibrating, the Buddha's power is oppressed, and the supernatural power has a golden Buddha seal, a huge golden Buddha palm, a fist with the power of thunder, and the magic weapon has a shining sword, a long sword, as well as a crescent shovel, a demon pestle, a bull horn, a water chisel, and even an iron broom!

As they burst into cheers, with the exercises, bursting out with the power of shocks, purple, red, blue, yellow, colorful, colorful explosions, cracks began to appear in the one-sided battle situation!

Under the bombardment of various supernatural powers, the shields of many warriors were blown apart by the power of supernatural powers, and the warriors behind couldn't dodge, and were swept by supernatural powers, and their limbs were instantly separated from their bodies, and blood flowed sideways.

Some legionnaires were stabbed by magic weapons, and when they were stirred, their bodies exploded, spewing out blood mist, and some were provoked and smashed into the battle array behind, killing and injuring many people, causing chaos in the dragon scale array.

There are also cultivators who want to fly into the air and condescendingly release supernatural powers to attack and kill the shield corps.

But they were caught in the midst of the ordinary monks, and finally seized the opportunity to fly up, and before the supernatural powers were released, the soldiers of the Archer Brigade aimed the crossbow at them.

Some reacted quickly and immediately activated their mana to condense the defense of the talisman magic light, but those who reacted slowly were shot through by hard crossbow arrows like locusts and planted from the air.

Under the impact of these cultivators, the shield army formation in front was particularly tragic, but after the shield army formation of the first encirclement and suppression was broken, the shield army formation behind was immediately replenished.

After such a round, in the dragon scale array, there are endless tragic situations of life and death, which are constantly repeated.

At the same time, the cavalry in the rear galloped on horseback, they held sharp lances, and in the alternation of rapid war horses, the monks behind the original arrow battle array who were not completely surrounded were stabbed to death with a lance.

How can a man be faster than a horse!

In this way, the cavalry slashed at the monks' bodies, and then directly tore the monks' bodies at the speed of the war horses, and split them on the heads, instantly cutting off a piece of their bald heads, and immediately blood gushed out and brains burst out.

The resistance of the monks was also extremely fierce, compared to the previous stage of being besieged by the shield soldiers of the dragon scale array, although the monks in the back were attacked by the rapid alternation of cavalry, but the space for activity was at least much larger.

Therefore, the cultivating monks sacrificed golden bowls and Buddha beads and other magic weapons to protect themselves, and then opened their fists and feet, held knives, guns and sticks, opened and closed wide, and cut down many cavalry from their horses.

As soon as the cavalry fell, the monks immediately beat them to death. The horse's hooves flew so fast that they had no time to dodge, trampling the dead and wounded who were lying on the ground and wailing, and the blood flowed and they died with a muffled grunt······

In the dragon scale array, tens of thousands of monks were surrounded in the battle array, although they tried their best to resist, but the casualties were more and more, faster and faster.

No matter how the soldiers of the legion were harassed and injured by the monks, they were well-equipped, had armor to defend themselves, and were the ones who took the initiative to attack, and the monks who fell into it became more and more difficult to defend and resist, and there were countless casualties.

At this moment, the shield army changed again, and in the shield army formation behind, a group of warriors, holding dark spears, jumped up, threw the spears in their hands in the air, and the spears stabbed at the monks rapidly.

The monks who were besieged in the dragon scale formation were like fish and turtles rolling in a dry pond in one place, and countless spears were shooting like harpoons, which could pierce one or two monks without how to aim, and even four or five people could be strung up at a tricky angle!

After rounds of brutal strangulation, the monks besieging it suddenly began to panic, and they began to wail and beg for mercy.

But the spear kept shooting, and the head of the spear pierced into the body, making a terrifying sound of "snort", which made the scalps of many monks numb.

The cries of the monks are endless, and there are even more grief and angry shouts, like crazy shouts, and all kinds of voices come and go, which is unbearable.

Standing on the boulder of the distant mountain, looking at this tragic situation in the world, Yifeng and others, their hearts fluttered violently, and they will truly realize the true face of the cruelty of war.

The burst of charging just now turned out to be just an appetizer for the god of death, and in the cruel strangulation that followed, the god of killing came, and human life was as low as mustard.

Yifeng kept reciting the mantra of the Seven Buddhas to destroy sins, and when he witnessed this tragic situation, he really couldn't control the evil thoughts of resentment and anger in his heart.

In his heart, sorrow and pain were constantly tearing his chest, and then ice and fire were constantly poured on the top of his head, and the green tendons on his head suddenly burst out, and he could only grit his teeth and chant incantations.

Everyone saw the endless miserable situation on the plain in the distance, and they only felt shortness of breath, their throats were dry, and it became very difficult to swallow saliva.

There, it is the ocean of blood, the hell of death, the dojo of Buddhism, the feast of killing gods, and the battlefield of death!

It turned out that the destruction of Buddhism was only in the imagination, and now it is really unfolding in front of your eyes!

The destruction of Buddhism turned out to be the tragic death of so many people, it turned out to be a living monk, their limbs were torn, their blood was rushing, the earth was smeared with blood, and the wind was wafting with strong blood.

Their wails awaken the demons of hell, and their merciful Buddha cry does not summon the mercy of the Buddha.

This is a lament song sung together by the nine heavens, and it is a cruel sacrifice in which the gods and men of heaven and earth participate together, but are sacrificed by the Buddha and monks!

The destruction of Buddhism turned out to be such a scene·····

The black flames on Yifeng's body were rekindled, and the effect of the Seven Buddhas' mantra on extinguishing sins, which he kept chanting, became weaker and weaker.

His left eye, golden light, right dark, black fire, at this moment, he was about to fly down, to save the disaster in front of him, but was held by a hand.

Yifeng turned his head to look, Ben Qian's swollen red eyes, tears in her eyes, she looked at him with sad and affectionate eyes, held his hand, couldn't speak, but shook her head at him.

Black flames, spreading from Yifeng's body along Benqian's delicate fingers, climbed up the back of her hand, crawled to her arm, ignited her body, and covered her beautiful cheeks.

The black fire is like a black veil, enveloping her ethereal and poignant beauty.

Ben Qian now knows that in such a large-scale war, one person cannot change the situation of the war, and to go is to die.

No matter how great a cultivator is, in the military formation composed of thousands of well-trained warriors, he is just a small wave in the sea of people, and he can't set off too big a storm.

This is also why Zhan Yanzhang can be called the King of the Great Martial Iron Spear with only a few thousand enemies in the war, and the god of war Yu Luo was only like this in the army, and Liu Yi, the smiling god of killing, was even lower than them.

If a general of their level is in danger alone, he will ignore the entire legion, abandon the victory or defeat of the war, and completely abandon the lives of tens of thousands of ordinary soldiers under his command.

What's more, the strength of one person in war is too limited.

Even if a single move can kill hundreds or even nearly a thousand people in an instant, as long as dozens of people grab in front of them, dozens of knives and guns can instantly slash people to hell.

And the great magic power that can kill nearly a thousand people in an instant with one move, even if Yifeng desperately hurts himself with eight hundred, the earth-shattering move that knocks away the three Mahayana realm monks, the first form of the Brahma Demon Life and Destruction Fist "Heaven and Earth", with his current cultivation, he can only hurt more than a thousand enemies.

What's more, often after the great supernatural powers, the body and physical strength of the person who cast it are extremely weak, and even people can't bear it, and this situation is extremely fatal in war.

Not to mention, the large-scale war corps is tens of thousands of people, and many of the soldiers who participated in the war were people who had experienced life and death and experienced a hundred battles.

Even if they don't, they have undergone rigorous military training, and they are not comparable to weak ordinary people, and if they are drowned in such a sea of people on the battlefield, they will definitely fall into hell.

So now, even if Ben Qian is ignited by the demonic fire on Yifeng's body, he has to prevent him from going to war.

If you want to fight against the 10,000-strong army alone, I'm afraid you won't be able to come back.