As if she was walking in the evening, she said to her neighbors, "Have you eaten?" casually, and the girl greeted the thin man in front of her with a Spanish wrinkled collar.

However, her delicately clenched fist was not so friendly and casual, but like a lead bullet shot out of the barrel, it smashed into the chest of Baron Ibelin, who had just risen in embarrassment!

In most people's cognition, this girl who followed Wei Ye was probably just a distant female relative of a certain counselor, doing some tedious things such as serving soup and delivering water. In this year, taking care of relatives is a matter of course, which person who earns an official body does not have some relatives who rely on him to eat?

But in fact, Sima Ling, who almost eats Wei Ye's monthly official salaries as snacks, is not the weak and unruly little maid seen in the eyes of ordinary people. The body of a half-demon condensed by constantly ingesting the qi of hardware has long surpassed that of ordinary demons. Punching at this moment, the lethality is definitely not under the full blow of Tao Qianjin after unlocking the mixed yuan ruyi method!

Before the fist arrived, the wind was already blowing, and the hand that held the rosary of the cross shook sharply upward, and the lower end of the silver cross on the rosary suddenly elongated into a sharp triangular short sword, and the upper cross arm became a two-pointed short sword gauntlet. This triangular short sword, which was no more than two elbows long, just protected the vital point in his chest.

With a punch forward, Sima Ling smashed on the strange-style triangular short sword.

Blocking the punch that was enough to crack the stone, the triangular short sword did not change at all, and even the sword body did not bend. On the silver-white sword body, only blood-red light suddenly flowed out, and an invisible force responded to Sima Ling's fist, just like that, shaking her back a few steps.

As soon as Sima Ling raised his hand, a burn mark was clearly revealed on his knuckles.

Pressing her left hand into her right fist, the qi of the hardware quickly flowed, repairing the burns, and the half-demon girl couldn't help but mutter: "Magic sword?"

"Magic sword, that's rude!" Ibelyn snorted coldly and pointed her triangular dagger forward, "Sword Cross, the strongest weapon that the martyr Saint James has given to those who defend Christ, this is a holy relic that you pagan spirits cannot defeat!"

However, for Ibelin's words, he only received Sima Ling's dissatisfied: "Tsk, having a conversation with a religious god stick that normal people can't understand, shouldn't this kind of troublesome thing be done by my uncle himself?" Ah, no matter, anyway, I'm just here to demolish the illegal religious facilities here, uncle, please get out of the way!"

"Demolition?"

"This strange cross altar has not been reported to Fanhe County, which is presided over by my uncle, right? Don't say 1,800 square meters, or 10,000 square meters, with my uncle's personality, I am afraid that it is only one centimeter, ah, it should be said that a millimeter of place will not be granted to a cult like yours that is harmful to public safety. This is Liangzhou, not Wenzhou!"

As if he had not heard of Sima Ling's unadulterated old Wei family legend, Ibelin just pointed his triangular dagger at the sky, and once again quickly chanted a hymn-like incantation: "The martyr saint who guarded the land of Gasilia, son of Zebedee, in the name of the cross you bestowed on the knights of Santiago, shows great power, ......O Saviour."

Although Ibelyn's speed of speech was comparable to that of those comedian actors who specialized in "Announcing the Name of the Dish", the chanting time of this incantation was too long. He had just started to understand the origin of the martyred saint when Sima Ling's fist had already smashed down unceremoniously.

Parrying Sima Ling's fist with a very aristocratic sword move, Ibelin's mouth continued to chant incantations: "The flame that burned the priest of Baal, the evil god, comes from the prayer of the prophet Elijah, from the gate of the kingdom of God, which Peter the Rock guards, and from the sevenfold heavenly vault that serves the Lord of hosts......"

The blood-red blade collided with the girl's fist, splashing sparks.

It seemed like a great burden for Ibelyn to keep his attention on chanting incantations while exercising his swordsmanship, and in a short time his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

But with the prayer, the triangular short sword cross in his hand with the style of the ancient Roman five-fingered sword revealed an increasingly hot temperature.

Every time the fist came into contact with the sword cross, it brought new burn marks, although as long as Sima Ling turned his mind, he could mobilize the hardware qi stored in his body to repair this wound, but this kind of battle also made the girl more and more impatient.

"So—"

A slam slammed open the sword cross, but it was blocked by Iberin with the dexterous sticky sword skills of German swordsmanship.

"A cute law girl like me—"

With his withdrawn left hand, he quickly slapped the rosary on the hilt of the sword cross.

"—Why were you sent to the battlefield?"

However, Ibeline was not moved by such a complaint at all, but threw the Jacob cross in his hand into the air with all his might, and sang the final incantation loudly: "...... When the Samaritans have rejected the Saviour, let fire come down from heaven and consume them, as he is due, at the command of the martyr James."

With the incantation, something appeared in the dim sky with a magical aura.

It was like a magic circle with the sword cross as the center, and on the four corners, there were special T-shaped crosses representing the four martyred saints of the Crucifixion.

In the intimate channel, an unemployed folklorist in the late stage of the research episodic period explained lightly: "I see, centered on the sword cross of Saint James and supplemented by the sacrificial cross of St. Antony, the abbot of Egypt. Is it divine magic that is performed with the help of the worship of the Crucifixioner? Although the chanting takes a little longer, it is not a bad technique. ”

"Uncle, I don't want to know what kind of spell it is, I just want to know if there is a way to crack this spell?"

"If I were facing this guy, there would probably be more than ten ways to crack it. Talking about the internal strife of the Crucifixion, the conflict between the Roman Catholic Church and the Eastern Orthodox Church, and even the new hatred between Protestantism and Roman Catholicism, whether the worship of the martyrs and the Virgin Mary is a violation of the idolatry principles of the Church. Just as the supernatural powers of the Shingon sect of Buddhism mostly rely on the spiritual connection between the monks and the refuge of the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, the divine arts of the Cross Sect are also closely related to their religious beliefs, and as long as there is the slightest wavering, it is easy for me to take advantage of the void. ”

"At this time, I don't want to hear your experience of making a cameo appearance as a demon torturer!"

The conversation between the uncle and nephew in the private communication was only a moment, and the magic array that appeared in the air had turned into a raging wheel of fire, and clusters of arrows condensed by fire shot down towards Sima Ling mercilessly.

Twisting his body in mid-air, Sima Ling nimbly dodged those fire arrows, but the fire arrows that were cast through the magic array in mid-air seemed to be endless.

Whoever it was, they could see the sight unfolding in the army of corpses, the flames cascading down the altar like a waterfall.

Under such an intensive attack, even Wei Ye, who had initially cultivated the Wind Tiger Escape Technique, could hardly dodge all the attacks, and could only rely on the protective power of the Qingxi Dao Suit. And Sima Ling just hugged his head, and then shrank his body.

In the light smoke that rises, a clumsy cat shuttles through the fire arrows with a nimble speed far beyond its size.

Not only that, but her range of activity was getting closer and closer to where Ibelin was standing. The moment an arrow of fire swept to her tail, it jumped up with a "meow" and swooped down on Baron Ibelin's back.

Unexpectedly, the half-demon girl and Iberin, who had this trick, didn't have time to think about it, and an arrow of fire grazed his scalp and swept straight over.

In the Old Testament of the Jews, their moody ruler was often described as a fiery figure, and the so-called prophets, who had nothing to mention were "Sodom, the city of sin burned by the fire." But it would not be wonderful if the fire of divine punishment fell on the heads of the devout believers themselves.

"Damn goblin, ......get out of me," Ibelin reached out, trying to catch Sima Ling, who was playing climbing on him. However, this seemingly clumsy dango cat has motor nerves far beyond that of humans, and in the few breaths he delayed, several arrows of fire exploded on him.

Although the aristocratic robe on his body also looked like armor strengthened by special magic, under the bombardment of such dense fire arrows, it also showed scorch marks, and as for the noble soft hat on his head, it had long since turned into a ball of charcoal, revealing the scalp that had been burned after burning his hair underneath.

Fighting back the burning pain above his head, Ibelyn cried out, "Warriors who obey the Savior, come and protect your spiritual father...... Ah, it hurts!"

Before his shouts were over, under the altar, the warrior of the dragon helmet, who had been fighting with Ma Teng, had already jumped to his feet, and used his body as a shield to block Iberin's body. The iron spear swirled, and several fire arrows were stopped in an instant.

Protected by the warriors of the dragon helmet, Ibelyn finally had time to chant a new incantation: "O Father in heaven, Christ Jesus my Savior, sinners have taken advantage of your grace, have mercy on us, we repent to you, please shelter us!"

With this incantation, the wheel of fire that appeared in mid-air gradually dimmed, and Sima Ling took advantage of this opportunity to jump from the head of Baron Ibelin, and happened to land on the helmet of the dragon helmet warrior.

Sensing a strange and heavy thing falling on his head, the dragon helmet warrior slammed his iron spear and was about to sweep Sima Ling down.

However, where would the half-demon girl give him this opportunity? As soon as the danzi cat's body turned, he fell towards the ground, and when he jumped down, he did not forget to return the dragon helmet warrior's real cat punch.

The strength of this punch was not bad, but the hurried punch was slightly off, and it smashed right on the dragon teeth of the brass helmet, just sending the finely made dragon helmet flying.

Sima Ling, who didn't care about the results of this imminent punch, turned over in mid-air, and where the light smoke started, he changed into a human body again. She hurried a few steps to Ma Teng, who was covered with injuries and looked like she had suffered a lot, and bowed her head: "Uncle Ma, how is it? Can you go? I'll take you back to the city!"

Her question was not answered at all, for Marten simply stared at the enemy on the other side of the altar with a puzzled, incredulous gaze.

Following Ma Teng's gaze, what fell in Sima Ling's eyes was a young man with a handsome face. In addition to his short light brown hair, his eyebrows, eyes and face are seven or eight points similar to Ma Teng.

It's just that in the half-demon girl's eyesight, which is far beyond ordinary human beings, she can clearly see that on the brown-black iris of the young warrior's eyes, there is a magic array with a six-pointed star as the main body, faintly glowing with a strange light.

"Uncle, what's that?"

"The six-pointed star is a symbol of the contract, with two triangles on the front and back, representing the intersection of two very different forces. Judaism uses the six-pointed star to represent the contract between God and man, and in the case of Tantro Esoteric religion and alchemists in India, the six-pointed star represents the union of the feminine and the masculine. But I don't think you're going to listen to me say this, so back to the point, I'm going to guess right, this is a kind of enchantment-type spell that manipulates the mind, and the six-pointed star on the pupil is the mark left by the spell, and this kid is a puppet that has been washed and applied a mental hint. ”

Wei Ye, who connected to Sima Ling's field of vision through a private channel, said, and added as soon as possible: "It's just that I hope what will happen next will not be as bloody as the eight-o'clock family drama." ”

Listening to Wei Ye's words, Sima Ling was silent for a moment, and then raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows with deep sympathy: "If the story really develops like that, it's really not fun at all, uncle." ”

Iberin, who had no idea what the two uncles and nephews were communicating in private, leaned behind the young warrior and laughed softly: "If it weren't for your troubles, I wouldn't want such a sad scene to appear in this war." Yes, as you guessed in your hearts......"

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Sima Ling's soft shout: "Ahhh

In this burst, Sima Ling did not rush forward, but hit Ma Teng on the back of the neck with one palm, and knocked the man with a complicated look unconscious with one palm. He then carried him over his shoulders and jumped down from under the altar without a fight.

Only Iberin, who was interrupted by her to prepare the next carefully prepared line, looked like she was choking on a stone, and stomped her feet and shouted: "You damn little girl, what have you done! Why don't you let their father and son meet on the battlefield and let the story develop according to the route that God has predetermined?!"

Carrying such a big man as Ma Teng, Sima Ling's figure was still flexible, she tilted her head disdainfully, and glanced back at the angry god stick with an idiot-like look: "Why does every villain with no standard and low quality like he likes to direct and act in this kind of human tragedy? And why should I learn from those brainless brave men and accompany you to play this kind of local fantasy drama that spills dog blood and does not pay for your life? Goodbye, you don't have to send me!"

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.........

Just when Sima Ling's victorious escape without following the routine was being carried out outside Fanhe City, in the camp of the Qiang army, there was also a script that was also not very subtle.

On the side of the big tent of the Chinese army, a prayer altar has already been erected.

The altar is two cubits high, divided into three layers, and is all made of chalk. The eight-leaf lotus flower is painted with five-color pastel on the altar, and in the center of the lotus is a fierce dragon devouring god with a golden crown on his head.

In addition to the lotus flower, four great arhats of the Shravakayana are depicted in the east, west, north and south respectively, wearing robes, with bare chests and arms.

And the old monk Panzhao, who was dressed like the statues of these four Arhats, knelt on this altar and spread out the book "The Supreme Holding of the Ming Sutra" obtained from Helan Gong in front of him. However, his expression did not show any pious look of referring to the profound Buddhist scriptures, but frowned, and the muscles of his whole body were trembling slightly, looking extremely difficult.

If you look closely, you can see that the body of the old monk is covered with a layer of honey, and the sweet smell is diffused in the air. I don't know where a lot of ants who don't know what the cold winter is, just like this, gathered on the altar of prayer, greedily licking and eating honey.

The old monk seemed to be kneeling on the altar, but if he looked closely, his knees were slightly away from the altar, leaving a gap for the ants to pass calmly. And all the weight of the old monk was pressed on the two big toes.

Such a difficult kneeling posture would definitely not have been possible if it were not for a character who had cultivated his physical strength to the limit. Although the old monk has attained the realm of Buddhism and retreat from the Arhat, for him who has lost his position early, such extreme asceticism is still quite unbearable torture.

On the side of the altar, Helan Gong, who was wearing a golden crown, looked at the old monk like a good show. The head of the ghost god had a smile on his face full of spring breeze, and he opened his mouth as if he had encountered something happy: "I heard that the gods of Tianzhu are very fond of watching their believers carry out strict penance. In the past, I didn't think it was a reasonable hobby, but now it seems that I can understand their state of mind a little. ”

Looking at the old monk's head, face, and arms exposed in the cold wind, frozen black and red, the head of the ghost and god of Liangzhou also kindly reminded: "I heard that the great masters of Buddhism want to become Buddhas, and they must inevitably do penance. Look at Ayanli, you see, this seat has reached this day, and it is also not exempt from asceticism. Your current practice is called 'Bhakti Yoga,' which is almost always going through in this seat, and the gist is very simple: when you kneel and chant the sutras, don't let the ants run away, and don't let the ants die, otherwise, this ascetic practice will be considered a waste of all your previous efforts. ”

As he spoke, the Helan Mountain God, who had too many part-time jobs, leaned forward slightly, and sprinkled a bucket full of live ants towards the old monk of Panzhao.