The sun is scorching, the desert is fumigated like a cage, and the sand is hot.

The four benevolent Buddhas walked side by side, walking in unison, without hurrying or slowing.

"Is there a distinction between high and low faith?" The Buddha on the far left suddenly asked.

"Yes."

"It is great to defend the territory of the nation with one's own strength; We only believe in money, and we are ashamed to talk about it. ”

The four of them looked at each other, folded their hands and chanted "Amitabha", and then laughed:

"The Buddha said, "So what?"

Giving money and working hard is not a maverick character.

At least 30 years in the industry, he has never failed to live up to his employer's remuneration, and he has never missed a beat.

The most arduous task was to face an abyss saint, after two days and two nights of fighting, the seven of them lost three, and finally carried the saint's head to see the employer, so as not to lose the reputation of the signboard.

This time, Hu Yanshou went bankrupt, not only collected the wealth accumulated by the Huyan family for decades, but also had a difficult conscience if he did not complete the task.

With every step the four of them took, they stepped on lotus footprints in the loess, and the outline of the blood-colored lonely city had already appeared in their sights.

"Just listening to Hu Yanshou's statement, I only feel that this person is tragic, and only by witnessing it with my own eyes can I deeply understand the mantra of 'hell is not empty, and I will not become a Buddha'."

The Buddha, with his cheekbones towering, folded his hands together to calm the strong shock in his heart.

No matter what desperate situation, people are in the city, and they will not retreat.

The red-robed man in the mottled watchtower and talking to himself glanced over and walked slowly down the city wall.

"Here we go......" he smiled.

"I'm only in my twenties, and I'm already white-headed, bitter." The Buddha at the head holds a Zen staff and hangs in the air in the southeast.

Stepping through the blood abyss of the lonely city, the man with white hair fluttering in the wind gently walked to the side of the Qiqi and shrugged his shoulders and raised his head:

"It was snowing, it was so snowy."

"Donor, you should be free." The Buddha, who was holding up the round rock, sat cross-legged after speaking.

He could perceive that the defenders of the city were completely mentally disturbed, not half-mad or crazy, but really insane.

are all sunk, and there is still an obsession to protect the territory, pitiful and respectable.

"I, the Buddha, have mercy on the sufferings of the world, and I have come into the world to atone for your sins."

"Second, three, four, Fanbei send the donor a ride!"

The Buddha drank vigorously, and the light of the Buddha was diffused outside the body.

The names of the four are very simple, [Pudu Sentient Beings]!

Suddenly, the four directions of the southeast, south, and northwest all emitted golden light, and the four monks moved their lips and sang the Bodhisattva's hymn.

Gu Changan's eyes were clear, and he looked at the bald donkey innocently, but in just a moment, invisible silk threads were wrapped around him, and the restraints became tighter and tighter.

"Don't kidnap me, I'm not going anywhere." He tried to break free.

"Relief!" Yipu suddenly closed his eyes and said in a deep voice:

"Gu Chang'an, why suffer in the world? Don't be sad, death is joy for you. ”

The sky was shrouded in golden light, and the four monks continued to sing, and the mana was endless.

The white-haired man was covered in blood, as if he had been salvaged from a sea of blood, with tens of thousands of wounds all over his body, penetrating through his limbs and hundreds of remains.

"But I want to defend the city......" Gu Changan looked confused, and the blood sword hanging in the watchtower was motionless.

"Relief."

"Relief!"

"Liberation !!"

The four monks broke their thoughts, their voices became more and more magnificent, and the Buddha's light converged into clouds, but the opposite side still did not become a dry corpse.

They were horrified, the man's wounds visibly healed, chapped and healed, and so on.

"Let me defend the city!" Gu Changan's face was distorted, and he tore at the silk threads no matter what.

Yipu coughed violently, and the golden light outside his body gradually dimmed, and it seemed that he couldn't support it.

He didn't understand.

Far better than the torment of the burning fire, Gu Changan would not faint? It's as if I'm used to this kind of pain.

What's even more confusing is that he is being counterattacked?

The faces of the other three monks were bruised and bulging, and the aftermath of the shock alone made them feel painful, but the man was still thinking about breaking free.

Terrible will!

Gu Changan was already covered in blood, he felt that his body was about to squeeze into a film, why didn't the blood sword obey it?

"Sisheng, hold on!" Yipu looked at the northwest direction where his strength was not enough.

Humpty Dumpty's face was pale, and black blood began to flow from his nose and mouth, and he could barely bear the backlash.

Suddenly, he noticed the glittering golden glow of the watchtower, and his eyes were full of horror:

"Origin Buddha Shrine!!"

Hearing this, the three monks looked at the Buddha shrine in the watchtower at the same time, Gu Changan turned his head and tried to summon it with a qi machine, but the blood sword did not move, but the Buddha shrine flew in the air.

Bang!

The body shook violently, the Buddha shrine fell to the ground, the invisible silk threads were broken, and the blood sword came in an instant.

"The poor monks are the ...... of the poor monks" A Buddha showed greed on his face, staring at the treasure of Buddhism trapped in the sand.

The so-called origin is the great change in the way of heaven a few decades ago, the first wave of items that received the baptism of the new world, and this Buddhist shrine is in it.

"Why did you destroy my home, I just wanted to keep my house, did I do it wrong?"

Gu Changan walked over with a sword, with monstrous killing intent and scarlet angry eyes, like a fierce beast in the desert.

"Kill!" The four monks spoke in unison.

Although he is not good at close combat, it is more than enough to besiege Gu Chang'an, and the Zen staff, round pan, vajra snail, and iron bowl dance in mid-air, and a melee strikes.

The blood sword fell, and the sword qi could not be captured at all, only the killing and misanthropic qi.

Although he knew that this person was an amazing genius who created his own qi machine in the old world, in the face of this qi machine, even his mind was shaking, not to mention the oppressive feeling caused by the yellow sand sweeping into the shape of a giant dragon.

Sonorous!

There were several violent collisions, and the blood sword slashed at the body of the King Kong snail, and even the snail mouth cut out the scarlet gap, and the weakest four beings took the lead in vomiting blood foam.

"Monster ......" Yipu looked anxious, and the Zen staff slammed into Gu Changan's chest, piercing a palm-sized blood hole, but the latter stood majestically and asked curiously:

"Is it beautiful?"

The sound was extremely cold, as cold as a rock of ice.

The blood man has no scruples and pity, and he doesn't even have any idea of preserving himself, he doesn't dodge or dodge, he is a puppet of thinking, and the only remaining thought is to kill.

The four monks had no strength left to be frightened, and every sword of the other party was a fatal blow.

"Do you know what the most beautiful thing in the world is?" Gu Changan waved his sword and said in a simple tone:

"It's the extreme, it's pure, it's the most thorough obsession."

The second Buddha smashed the round rock on his back, and the qi machine cut through the skin, and the gaps opened up the blood holes in the chest, and even the heart was faintly visible.

"Can you stuff it back like I did?" Gu Changan slashed off Sisheng's earlobes with a sword, and sighed a few times, not saying whether it was regret or appreciation.

In an instant, the four monks finally felt fear, and suddenly understood why Hu Yanshou was willing to go bankrupt.

"I want him to be free, unless the Buddha himself goes to war." The three Buddhas couldn't help but roar, and the iron bowl in their hands buzzed.

The same way of fighting, once the Brahma was ineffective, and the seven people faced the saint in close quarters, and finally exchanged three lives for the saint's head.

The saint will be exhausted, but the monster in front of him seems to have endless power, and the more he fights, the more courageous he becomes.

"Buddha...... How many soldiers did he have? Gu Changan asked curiously, and suddenly moved the blood sword, all of which slashed towards the biggest flaw in the formation.

A stinging sense of crisis came to his face, the Four Lives Buddha retreated, and the other three monks wanted to rescue, but the extreme killing qi was too domineering, and directly cut the Four Lives in two.

"No!!" The three Buddhas were heartbroken, and they watched the fourth brother lying in a pool of blood.

"Who told him to destroy my home."

Gu Chang'an walked leisurely, and his sluggish qi machine skyrocketed a few points because of killing a person, and the sword momentum became more and more powerful and destroyed.

"Relic, relic!" The second Buddha looked at the mournful boss and roared hysterically.

Yipu's face was ruthless, and he instantly took out a crystal clear Buddha bone from his arms, and shouted frantically:

"Hu Yanshou, your mother, add money, add money!!"

Hu Yanshou's reward is not worth 10% of the value of this relic at all, this is the life-long vitality left by the Abyss Holy Buddha before his death.

The blood sword came horizontally, and the cruel and misanthropic qi shrouded the hilt of the sword, and crashed into the relic, and the new qi that was beyond the new world died in an instant, and the relic also cracked and sprinkled powder.

"Impossible...... The three monks were terrified and frightened, the destructive power contained in their self-created qi machine was far beyond their imagination, and even the holy Buddha relics could be annihilated.

"Second, third, he won't live long!!" Yipu sneered hideously, staring at a lotus flower in the center of the bloody man's forehead.

Open five petals.

Yang Shou five years!

The Abyss Holy Buddha actually left one hand, and in addition to the relics, he also attached another wisp of qi to deliberately frame the person who refined.

If he hadn't been kept for refining when he was sanctified, he would have been a dry bone in the grave at this moment.

Hearing the words of the Buddha, Gu Changan's shoulders began to tremble, and the three monks thought he was scared, but when they looked closely, they found that he was actually laughing.

The two sword eyebrows were raised high to the sides, as if the death knell was something to be excited about after five years.

The yellow sand shrouded the heavens and the earth, and the Buddha shuddered and roared:

"Second brother, third brother, you can't smash our reputation signboard and kill him on the spot!"

After speaking, he carried the Zen staff, rushed over, and turned around in a few steps and fled in the opposite direction.

Unexpectedly, the second and third lives also had the same thought, and the three monks almost went hand in hand, silently escaping from this purgatory.

Credibility is not comparable to life, and if you try your best, you may kill Gu Changan, but you are likely to die one after another.

In terms of will, who in the world can survive Gu Chang'an?

Yang Shou only has five years left, and it can be regarded as completing the task in disguise, unless Gu Changan can break into the abyss and kill the Holy Buddha disciple with a sword to relieve the cause and effect, he will definitely die.

Entering the abyss alone is tantamount to a fantasy!

The three monks fled in the air, Gu Changan pursued Baizhang, and suddenly felt homesick again, staggering back to the lonely city, as for the lotus mark on his forehead, he didn't feel anything.

"It's good that home is still around." Gu Changan sat in front of the city gate with the blood sword in his arms, "No one wants to break in." ”

In the high-rise buildings of the capital protection mansion in the city, Qin Carpenter and Xiao Luoyang looked at the distant figures, as if they were bored digging and playing with mud, what they had never done when they were children, but now they are enjoying themselves.

"Brother Gu......" The child squatted in front of the railing and cried into tears.

"Crying for what?" Carpenter Qin knocked on the door of his head and said with a smile:

"Chang'an is happy, in this life, he has never had such a happy time now."

Carpenter Qin wiped away his old tears, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled face, "It's good, it's good." ”

……

The Adjudicator's Mansion was scattered due to the death of the ninth age of the moon, and the majestic Mansion of the past was now desolate and dusty.

A group of knights in golden armor patrolled the surroundings, and the momentum was majestic.

In the inner hall, a burly knight with blond hair and blue eyes stood with his hands in his hands, and a descendant of the Yue clan with leg cuffs and chains kneeling in front of him.

"Where to flee?" The burly knight said lightly:

"The Heavenly God has a decree to find out the truth about the Yue Jiuling Massacre, and I advise you to confess."

"The Western Regions have been controlled, and your Yue Clan has nowhere to hide."

The young man with his hair was silent, but his body trembled violently.

The burly knight clapped his hands lightly, and his attendant handed over a golden dagger.

A knife stabbed the young man in the thigh, causing him to let out a terrible wail.

"Your Majesty is determined to thoroughly investigate the Western Regions, if you don't say it, others will definitely say it, are you really going to go through a hundred kinds of torture?"

The burly knight's blue eyes burst out with a brutal murderous intent.

When the knights of the empire arrive in the Western Regions, all the ghosts and spirits will be present.

The young man's heart was almost beating through his chest, not because he was afraid of torture, but because of the devil who was far away in the lonely city.

The nightmare resurfaced, and in an instant the pants were hot and wet.

"I'm actually diapering, bad goods!" The burly knight was straight, and shouted angrily:

"Any conspiracy, the empire can destroy it, confess immediately!"

The young man laughed miserably and said in a trembling voice:

"Seven thousand miles of territory, and a Central Plains city, which has not fallen for sixty-three years."

Deathly silence!

The hall was so quiet that only the sound of rapid breathing remained.

The knights' faces were pale and their expressions were incredulous!

"That's right, it's sixty-three years, and now there is still a demon guarding the city, he alone killed 10,000 soldiers of our Yue family, and he also expanded the territory for the Central Plains for twenty miles."

"Hahahaha, believe it or not?"

The young man looked hideous and laughed unscrupulously.

Thunder on the ground!

The burly knight stiffened and fell to the ground.

"The sky is falling...... his voice was weak and dry, and he had no aura at all.

When I hear that a demon has killed 10,000 soldiers, all mysteries are solved.

Zhe Lansu, Yue Jiuling, Hu Yanshou, Knife Ghost, Li Tang Gao Chaoen......

The undisturbed Western Regions is holding a lid that is enough to shake the world!

Seeing that the leader of the knights was also so unbearable, the young man became more and more excited:

"Why is it only my Yue family who is unlucky? The disaster is exposed, let's all die!! ”

After saying that, he bit his tongue and committed suicide.

The burly knight's eyes when he looked at the young man became extremely cold, but in that coldness, there was a hint of despair.

Monstrous humiliation!!

Since the founding of the country, the greatest humiliation and the heaviest setback, he dare not imagine what kind of explosive reaction the Holy City will have.

"Quick...... Send back the message to the Celestial Crown! The burly knight struggled to his feet, and his voice was full of tears.

……

"The sunset closes the city, and pedestrians, cars, and horses are the last to enter and exit—"

The shouting of the soldiers of the battlements echoed in the Yumen Pass.

An endless stream of chariots and horses loaded with packs was like a colorful migratory river, flowing out in a hurry without breaking the flow at all.

Liu Shang sat in the tea shop, staring blankly at the bustling crowd.

To enter and exit, you need a road guide with your name, place of origin, and shop to which you belong, and you must sign by the chief.

He didn't.

The absurd thing is that when he was full of hope and ready to enter the customs, the barbarian suddenly issued a ban and was forced to stay until now.

It seems that the sky is deliberately playing tricks, and it is suspected that the suffering of the Anxi people is not enough.

Liu Shang got up suddenly, he couldn't delay any longer, even if he was broken, he had to complete his mission.

He walked along the east, and after half an hour, he approached the border stone monument, and the iron-armored figures were all Beiliang generals.

The smuggler will be killed, and Liu Shang will gamble with his life as usual.

If the bet is lost, the Beiliang generals will also check his corpse, turn out tokens and notes, at least the soldiers on the border of the country are far more trustworthy than ordinary Central Plains people.

"Stop!!"

There was a shout of anger from the beacon.

Liu Shang raised his hands and kept his mouth open throughout the whole process, his eyes flashing with anxiety.

"One!"

The bows and crossbows are loaded in unison.

The soldiers guarding the border had cold eyes and stared at the barbarians.

"Two!"

Liu Shang accepted the fate of death very calmly, he stepped over the boundary monument, stepped on the boundary line, and the whole person was paralyzed on the land of the Central Plains.

"Three ......"

As soon as the words fell.

"Stop!" The Lord will suddenly wave his arms to stop his men.

The man was scrawny and terminally ill, and the reason he wasn't killed on the spot was because he didn't look threatening.

"Seizure!" Zhang Yifang ordered.

Several soldiers left the beacon tower, cautiously walked towards Liu Shang, and pressed his limbs.

"Purpose?" One person scolded.

"Ah...... Ah......" Liu Shang spent a lot of effort, his neck was red, and he was still speechless, he looked at Zhang Yifang in the beacon tower.

What a pair of eyes.

Grievances, pleading, and tears of hope.

Liu Shang didn't struggle, so he kept staring at the main general of the golden armor helmet.

Please, please, come, come.

In the face of such a strange barbarian, Zhang Yifang was not timid, and strode towards the territorial demarcation line.

"Don't think about assassination!" The soldier suddenly grabbed Liu Shang, and Liu Shang suddenly felt as if he was caught by a pair of iron tongs, and he couldn't move at all.

He rolled his eyes frantically and looked at the hem of his clothes.

"Take it out." Zhang Yifang motioned to the soldiers.

The soldier reached into his coat and pulled out a rusty token and a yellowed, soaked finger.

He was illiterate, so he hurriedly handed it to General Zhang.

Zhang Yifang's calloused hand took it, and first opened the back of the token, with "Anxi Army" engraved on the left and "Eighth Regiment" engraved on the right. Blood-red eyes:"

He narrowed his eyes slightly confused, and suddenly his mind shook violently, the lone army in the Western Regions more than sixty years ago?

"Abba Aba......" Liu Shang desperately wanted to speak, forcing the tendons on his head and neck to bloom one by one.

"Release!!"

Zhang Yifang roared suddenly.

He hurriedly unfolded the paper and vaguely made out lines of small print:

[I am a member of the Anxi Army, I have not lost an inch of land for sixty-three years, and there is another person who has always been sticking to the lonely city, please rescue the Central Plains]

In an instant, Zhang Yifang was dizzy.

The sudden impact can often cause a temporary stasis of the mind, and he took a few steps back, his expression completely frozen.

Anthy ......

Lonely City......

That unprecedented shock swept over, he subconsciously took off his helmet, stretched out his right fist and pounded it heavily on his left shoulder, his eyes were full of tears:

"Salute to the heroes!"

The soldiers were confused and shocked, but they also made the same gesture towards Liu Shang.

This is the most noble salute etiquette in Beiliang.

Liu Shang lay on the ground and burst into tears, and the desperate memories of the past seemed to have disappeared with the breeze of the Central Plains at this moment.

"General Zhang, ...... you," the soldier asked in a low voice.

Zhang Yifang quickly helped Liu Shang up, his face flushed, and he choked up:

"Qiuzi City, Qiuzi City is still in the Central Plains, it hasn't been lost for sixty-three years, sixty-three years!!"

The border fell silent like a valley.

The soldier's pupils shrank suddenly, and he opened his mouth, unable to say a word.

Who doesn't know about Qiuzi City?

During the prosperous Tang Dynasty, the Central Plains army created miracles there and crippled the countries of the Western Regions.

After the Anshi Rebellion, the entire Western Regions was invaded by barbarians, and the glorious Eighth Regiment was cut off from news.

When they heard that Qiuzi City was not lost, their hearts turned upside down, and their fists clenched tightly.

A few fluttering words, but it is sixty-three years of blood, sixty-three years of Anxi's heroic soul, and countless desperate nights!!

"Hero!" Zhang Yifang hugged Liu Shang's shoulder, and the man who had always been the battlefield burst into tears.

The world says that the Central Plains is the most bitter in Beiliang, adjacent to the barbarian country, and must stick to the Yumen Pass, the gateway to the Central Plains.

But behind the Beiliang people there is still the Chinese nation, there are rewards and military salaries, and they can still accept the cheers of the Central Plains after winning the battle, and the ashes can also fall back to their roots after death.

But what about the lonely city in the hinterland of the barbarians?

There were no reinforcements, no hope in sight, no one cared for, and for a long time, they had to endure a lot of mental and physical torture.

It is not difficult to die, and perseverance in a desperate situation is the real backbone of China.

"Ah......" Liu Shang shook his head desperately, making various gestures.

I'm not a hero, heroes lie on that territory, and a hero is the man who guards the land alone.

"Go home, let's go home." Zhang Yifang wiped away the tears and led Liu Shang, who could be blown down by a gust of wind.

The soldiers cleaned up their emotions, but their hearts were still heavy.

It was the most desperate and darkest story they had ever heard, and the most impassioned epic of the saga.

"Ahba, ah......" Liu Shang turned his head and pointed in the direction of the Western Regions, as if he wanted to say something.

"Go home, you write it down slowly." Zhang Yifang said softly, with a look of pain hidden in his eyes.

Even martial arts masters have a hard time wading through the Western Regions, how many tribulations does an ordinary person who has not cultivated go through to enter the Jade Gate Pass.

is already terminally ill, and he is hanging on his will to breathe, this man is also a monumental figure in the history of Huanghuangqing.

"Get a doctor right away." Zhang Yifang urged his subordinates, and then a portrait of the Central Plains circulated in his mind flashed.

He didn't even have the courage to listen to the story of the portrait man, guarding the city alone!!

"Back to ...... Go home. Liu Shang's vocal cords roared out two incomplete syllables with difficulty, and he slowly squatted on the ground, his whole body trembling and crying hard.

Only he knows what desperate situation he has experienced in the past three years, and how he has escaped from purgatory with his flesh and blood.

Chang'an, I promised you, I did it, what about you?

The people of the Central Plains, the wind of the Central Plains, and the beacon tower of the Central Plains are all beautiful, but I still miss you very much.

"Long ...... Changan. Liu Shang roared with his vocal cords again, he was afraid that Chang'an had fallen and would never be seen again.