——Thief Quanzi wishes book friend Qingqin a happy birthday!

was broken by Wei Ye's sword, and the ritual of summoning the light of the Zoroastrian Heavenly Kingdom into a spear to kill the enemy was unsustainable. As participants in this ritual, the Zoroastrian priests suffered the most from the repercussions.

Those priests who spat out a few mouthfuls of blood were still thanks to their strong body, and the most seriously injured old priest, looking at the magic sword on his head, he actually raised his head to the sky with a "poof" sound, and spewed out a fountain of blood.

And as he spat out of his mouth, some sticky minced flesh spurted out along with the blood, which was his internal organs shattered by the magic backlash. The injuries are so severe that even if someone around them uses healing techniques to save them, it will be difficult to survive.

What's more, at this time, who cares about rescuing such an old guy who only has one breath left?

At the head of Fanhe City, the Liujia arrows fired by the Dao soldiers under Wei Ye's command had already flown in.

Disturbed by the Daomen Burning Evil Cave Yang True Fire, the Dharma Protector of Buddhism, and the Zoroastrian séance ritual, where these Zoroastrian priests are located, the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi has been stirred into chaos, like a pot of boiling hot oil!

So what happens when these dozens of shoddy Rokko arrows fly?

“...... Will explode. ”

After a long time to reach into the sleeve, Wei Ye turned out a pair of fluffy hamster earmuffs that did not fit his personal painting style, and put them on very presciently.

The Rokka-arrows that were concentrated on the Zoroastrian priests' phalanx hit their target at this time.

"Boom, boom!"

The Liujia arrows that hit the Zoroastrian priests were shot at the moment when the arrows pierced the priests' robes and pierced through the human body, and these hastily sacrificial Liujia arrows suddenly exploded violently!

Standing on the castle tower, you can still see the Zoroastrian priests pierced by the Rokko arrows, their bodies torn indiscriminately, and pieces of flesh that should have belonged to humans are flying in all directions in the explosion. In the place where these Zoroastrian priests were originally standing, the soil that had long been frozen to the point of porcelain shattered, and along with the rotten flesh and stumps, flew straight into the sky!

And in front of the short old monk who faced this one-sided attack, it was tantamount to seeing the hell of Ah Bi in the fixed realm-

The luckiest thing was that the old priest who was not alive at the sight, a Rokka-arrow hit the throat of the old priest, and before the rune arrow exploded, the old man who was tormented by the magic couldn't wait to swallow his breath.

The other Zoroastrian priests, however, did not have such good luck. Some of the lesser wounded priests tried to escape from the dead ground. But before they could take the first step, they were swept up by the heat wave flames from the explosion of the Rokko arrows, and then they rose high and fell apart!

A rain of blood swayed down and landed on the head of the dwarf old monk, and in the blink of an eye, it drenched him into a bloody man.

It's just that those explosions and flames swept to the old monk's side, and the clods of soil, broken flesh, and stumps with screaming sounds hit the old monk's whole body.

In the face of such a dangerous situation, the short old monk folded his hands and muttered sutras, but even the rumbling explosion could not annihilate his Sanskrit chanting:

"If there are sentient beings who kill each other, become enemies of each other, and fight against each other, if the heavens, dragons, ghosts, gods, Gandharva, asuras, Garudas, ......"

The sound of Sanskrit singing, the rosary beads around the old monk's body are suspended uncertainly.

The shape of each tree is like a lotus flower enshrined in front of the gods and Buddhas, and those lotus-petal-like wooden seed coats are still dutifully guarding the long-dead seeds inside, and the fingertips of the monks are playing back and forth with the Buddha's name, and even the hard outer core is wrapped in a layer of old pulp. However, these trees that had long since died exuded a burst of fragrance around the old monk's body.

It is the scent of the first blooming dew flower.

In this burst of dewy flowers, Sanskrit characters condensed by golden light floated beside the old monk, isolating him from this hellish picture.

But in this pure land of Buddhism on the killing ground, the only one who can shelter is the old monk himself!

After he opened the Buddhist barrier on the basis of the rosary, he tried to extend the scope of the barrier several times to protect the Zoroastrian priests who had not died for a while. At this time, the peachwood magic sword that had been hanging above his head slashed straight down unceremoniously, forcing him to defend with all his might, and there was no room for interference at all.

But even if the place where the old monk stood became a pure land, the blood sprayed out in large quantities flowed on the frozen land, and it could not be absorbed by the frozen soil at all, so it merged into a stream and flowed under the old monk.

There is a pure land on the battlefield, and a river of blood under the Buddha's body, what an ironic picture!

There was an old man's voice, which sounded faintly in the old monk's heart.

"What do you call this monk from the Western Regions?"

This is the method of mental communication, which is comparable to ordinary techniques, the old monk moved slightly, and bowed his jaw: "Don't dare to ask the elderly, the old man was born in the country of Zongbin, the law name is Virujana, and the Chinese language is 'all over the light'." ”

"That's the monk Panzhao. Xiaosheng heard that the Buddhism of the Western Regions takes Nirvana as the purpose, silence as the sect, and renunciation of life and death as the teaching, why bother to come here in front of the two armies?

"Han and Qiang grievances, mutual thieves, and tragic things in the world. The old man wants to stop this catastrophe, with my Buddha's compassion, mercy and rain, to widen the Han and Qiang armies, turn the enemy into resentment, and eliminate troubles. This is also a commandment, and the old man must not disobey it. ”

Listening to the old monk's righteous and stern answer, the voice paused for a moment before asking: "Liangzhou is full of soldiers, villages and cities have all been reduced to ghost domains, monks are merciful, who will share the profits?"

Listening to the other party's questioning, the old monk's eyes widened slightly, and there was no mercy in his eyes: "The Qiang army has the support of the Ming King, and the power is incredible. Then there should be no interruption on the battlefield, and I am willing to return to the old man. ”

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Wei Ye put his hand on the pergola, glanced at the fateful place, then coughed, and pushed Ma Teng, who was also a little stunned beside him: "Shoucheng, you go and bring a message to Wu Duwei, today's official's dinner, ask him to rectify some light vegetarian food......"

When it came to vegetarian food, Ma Teng woke up a little from the bloody picture in front of him, and then looked at the crossbowmen on the head of the city, or the Dao soldiers under Wei Ye's command, all of them were pale, and many people were even a little unable to stand.

In this way, I'm afraid that I won't be able to touch meat for several days.

He nodded, saluted Wei Ye and hurried away.

Wei Ye shouted at the Taoist soldiers with a cold face: "Everyone did a good job! In this land, whoever pursues a cult, oppresses the Han people, and organizes a rebellion deserves this fate!"