Listening to Sima Ling's word-for-word question, Zuo Ci sat cross-legged in the Five Directions Fire Array, and just raised his hand and twisted the tip of his beard: "Fellow Daoist, at this moment, you don't have to suspect anything." The character who infiltrated the city, at least for the moment, is still friendly with you and me. ”

Listening to Zuo Ci's answer, Wei Ye stopped speaking, and the sword technique in his left hand slashed on the Dantian Liuzhu Flag, and muttered to himself: "It's not just a trick with me." ”

His worries had not been extinguished, and the sharp-eyed guards beside him had already pointed downward: "Advice, look!"

In the darkness that a certain demon god blurred out with all his might, the fiery Fanhe City became the largest source of light in the darkness. In the light of the fire, a cloud of rolling gray smoke could already be seen emerging from the north.

The army that was newly put into the battlefield was more imposing than the Qiang army brigade.

That army of corpse soldiers finally overcame all the obstacles that Wei Ye had set up along the way.

The Qiang people came out of the empty camp, the corpse soldiers roared, and the surging army was piled up under Fanhe City at once. This small city of Xiliang, guarded by more than 1,000 soldiers and horses, is the last embankment before this torrent that will only bring death and destruction.

Either the city held them back to this blood-soaked frozen soil, or they tore and crushed the city of rock with their bodies, their hands and feet, and their teeth that dared to stand in the way of their destruction!

Horses, infantry, Qiang, and corpse soldiers began to rush in the same direction—the target, the city that defied the will of the demon gods they believed in.

And Wei Ye's shouting sounded at this moment: "All the armies listen to my orders, one, two, three - release arrows!"

Unlike the first battle to defend the city, this time, beside Wei Ye, hundreds of big yellow crossbows made a buzzing sound together!

That's right, the big yellow crossbow, through the water vein pathway, the big yellow crossbow carried by the toad Wang Chao and the adult catfish under Zuo Ci's seat. In this era of cold weapons, it can be called the most powerful long-range weapon.

Arrows fly like a swarm of locusts.

Similar legends are told in Kangju, in Rest, in Babylon, and throughout the valley of the two rivers.

In order to punish humanity, the gods will allow the swarms of locusts that devour everything to descend on the end and bite and torture humanity until they die. This legendary scene seems to have become a real picture at this moment.

The heavy and long arrows easily tore through the armor of the Qiang army that rushed to the front, and once the wolf tooth arrows broke through the armor protection, they had to open a triangular opening. The torn flesh and blood vessels could no longer stop the blood in the body, and they gushed out of the blood like a fountain.

If you are unlucky, and you encounter a crude talisman arrow that has been blessed by the Dao soldier's curse, it will be even more splashed with pieces of blood mist in the groups of Qiang troops!

This first round of shooting almost pierced the Qiang army column that rushed to the front, but in the blink of an eye, it left a large area of blood on the land.

Wei Ye was quite accustomed to such a scene, and at this time, he just glanced at the Qiang army under the city, so he waved his hand casually: "Reserve crossbowman, go up to the city tower! Send an order down, let the people continue to wind the rhubarb crossbow! Even if you smash the Zhangye arsenal, you must leave all these Qiang people here!"

With Wei Ye's order, there was a roar of obedience on the city tower!

However, at the same time, Wang Chao, a toad who was busy tying a Ruyi bag on his body in the arsenal of Zhangye Junzhi, as the main person in charge of Wei Ye's logistics, couldn't help but shudder suddenly.

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At the same time, in the camp of the Qiang army, Helan Gong, who was sitting crookedly on the couch of the Ice Crystal King, also saw this extraordinarily bloody scene.

This chief of the Xiliang ghost gods, or the part-time powerhouse among the Xiliang ghosts and gods, did not show any anger on his face, but just watched the scene in front of him with considerable appreciation. It seems that the scene of the Qiang army constantly rushing towards Fanhe City and being pierced by crossbow arrows is like a wonderful grand drama for him.

Beside him, on the mountain of corpses, which was getting taller and taller, the old monk Panzhao, who was describing the more and more withered, was still muttering the incomprehensible mantras in the "Ku Yu Bodhisattva Supreme Holding Ming Sutra":

At that time, there was something to fire outside, and the gods changed, and now the fire burned the mandala. There are sentient beings in the Three Realms, and all good beings are subject to fire, and suffering pervades the limbs, and the pain is entangled, screaming loudly, and walking away in fear. He who is a stranger also makes a curse, and the iron arrows are like locusts, cutting and stripping sentient beings, wounding and amputating the limbs, and leaving their internal organs, exposing their flesh and tendons, breaking their muscles and bones, burning and scorching, and the fire poison penetrates the marrow, and speaks of pain......"

With the chanting of the old monk, the dry skin and flesh that he exposed outside the robe also changed strangely. The scorching scars of the fire and the long arrows pierced through the bloody holes in the flesh, constantly appearing on the body of the old monk, and then disappeared without a trace.

Sometimes, the flesh on the chest of the old monk festered, revealing the beating heart.

Sometimes, a triangular wound was made in his arm, and red blood gushed wildly.

Sometimes, an abscess from a badly burned body surfaced, and yellow mucus was constantly oozing from his body.

Not only did this kind of evil appear in the physical body, which was like a hellish punishment, but this pain also spread to the mind of the old monk one by one, disturbing his meditation thoughts and not being able to settle down.

Along with this kind of real magic test, there is also a sad cry that lingers in the ears of the old monk.

"Help me!"

"It's hot!It's hot!It's hot...... Sad!"

"I'm still young, I haven't lived long enough! Maharaja Bahram, I don't want to die!"

"Such pain, such suffering...... I should have died in battle, when will this torture end?"

"What about the kingdom of heaven?...... Why am I here, is this the black prison of the devil? God......

In the face of all kinds of questions and all kinds of sorrows, the eyes of the old monk have long ceased to be clear, but large drops of muddy tears continue to pour out.

At first, it was just tears.

Soon, the tears revealed a strange red, adding to the smell of blood all over the old monk's body.

Then, what came out of his eyes turned into yellow, cloudy pus.

In the end, even the pus did not gush out, only the resentment that seemed to be invisible and tangible black smoke gurgled out of the dry sockets of the old monk, who did not even have eyeballs.

The corpse mountain reflects black gas, this is no longer the world, but the appearance of hell has been summoned to the present world!

Faced with the changes that occurred in the old monk, Helan Gong was unaware, and just raised his hand in admiration: "Respect the admirable compassion of the monk, for the true meaning of the Bodhisattva Dao of Buddhism, cheers." ”