Tonight was particularly lively, with all the families gathered in the open space of the village’s grain drying field.

The fields and wilderness outside the village are shrouded in darkness.

The wind howled by, and from time to time phantoms such as monsters and monsters flashed through the air, making meaningless noises.

At this time, the scarred man was giving orders, his loud voice clearly audible in the dark night.

Many villagers looked at him, as if they had taken a reassurance, and gathered in an orderly manner.

"Zhong Langjun, you are strong, come here quickly, come to me."

Zhong Sheng stepped forward with a bucket in hand. Behind him, Wei Bohou wanted to follow, but the scarred man waved his hand, "You go over there."

When Wei Bohou saw it, his nose was twisted with anger. The place he wanted to go was a crowd of old, weak, women and children in the village.

Well, the scarred man’s wife and father-in-law are standing in the crowd.

When the old farmer saw an acquaintance, he waved to Wei Bohou, telling him to hurry up and stop waiting.

"They need to panic. The Maitreya sect has flowers all over the sky and loves each other. They must sit back and watch."

Today, Saqiao's army is on the march again. The brothers fought bloody battles and suffered heavy losses. It turned out that the enemy on the opposite side was transformed from abnormal grains and beans.

Scar Little Han was born in the military and once worked as a big boss. Fighting ghosts at night is worse than marching and fighting. I am also a professional counterpart.

Woohoo!

Fortunately, the centripetal force of Maitreya believers is extremely weak in following the altar leader, so they are still rooted here and have not dispersed.

Even though I opened my eyes wide, I couldn't see the specific outline clearly.

Could it be...

The believer who reported the news nodded, "That's wrong, that time it was Sa Weibohou."

"You'd better be more careful."

Zhong Sheng suddenly thought that crows explored the path one after another and brought back an eyeball stained with blood and flesh.

With the powerful force attached to it, grains of beans and wheat have a range that is twice that of others, and they can penetrate more than a dozen phantoms in the blink of an eye.

Before the seven people returned to their residence, they still wondered what the reason was.

Many young men moved in unison, holding a skip in their left hand and inserting rough grains in their right hand.

"You win, you win, the ghost group is dispersed."

I turned my eyes and saw that in the night wind in the field, I could vaguely see illusory shadows, like reflections on the water, erratic and moving left and right.

The grains, beans and wheat that have been dried by the sun exude the unique dry fragrance of grain, which makes people's throats uncontrollably squirm.

The owner of the red flower altar, a middle-aged scribe with a melancholy expression, shook his head after hearing this.

"Brother, your eyes see things at night as well as in daylight, so you can play the slingshot superbly."

Zhong Sheng is also helpless. I am good at using my brain, and my new eldest brother is also very good at that.

"Brother, there's nothing strange about that place. The ghost is imaginary, how could it be possible for his eyes to be dug out?"

A few days later, a small flood with no source submerged all the congregants and turned them into drowned rats.

"It's like setting a fire and burning down the hellish Xiaoping Township."

"Think back to those days when the Yellow Emperor defeated Chi You in the battle of the deer. She came because Tiantianxuannan taught the heavenly book of Qimen Dunjia."

The stove ashes are still warm and cold, and there are still sparks inside and outside that have not been extinguished.

As soon as it was over, billions of fires fell from the sky, along with countless meteorites falling.

The only gain was to find a handful of...stove ashes on the battlefield.

"Just now you saw that the shadows outside the fields were all people in different costumes."

We have suffered a lot since entering the Xiaoping Township Fantasy Formation.

The followers of Honghuatan are all ordinary people, they are ruthless and murderous, and their magic skills are weak.

Qiao Jun nodded and grabbed another handful of Qigu, but he used too much force and crushed it into powder on the spot, so he had to grab another handful.

What's even more frustrating is that few of my companions were able to dodge in time and drowned. When they found the body, their abdomen was swollen and they drank too much foot-washing water.

I thought it was an illusion, but I didn't know how powerful it was until no one was killed and the bodies were burned.

"The source of the phantom formation that envelopes Xiaoping Township is the core secret treasure of Xuan Nan Sect, the Dunjia Heavenly Book."

That was a sign that it was approaching at an extremely fast speed, and there was a burst of exclamation from the crowd in front.

Such a way to die is so frustrating and embarrassing.

The unusual grains and beans exploded like firecrackers, with only crackling and countless shadows boiling violently.

"For now, we have told you our origins. There is no one-eyed dragon among us, and the fresh scars on our faces are something that only your crows can't pick out."

I could only hear the howling of the night wind, like a ghost crying and a wolf howling, coupled with the shadows rippling back and forth, it really looked like a ghost.

The scarred man cheered everyone up, "In one go, we will be beaten to nothing."

In the past midnight, the noise continued until dawn...

All the congregants could not help but sigh when they thought of that.

There is a mistake, it is not the ashes left behind when cooking in earthen stoves.

"Listen to my orders, don't panic, don't be confused, hit when you're right, don't waste food."

I looked at the vast seven weeks again and said, "As long as we wait until reinforcements arrive, the Dunjia Heavenly Book is at our fingertips."

No one suggested that with the strength of our Red Flower Garden, it would be difficult to break through the phantom formation here in a short time.

The truth is hard to accept. The sky-fire meteorite encountered by the members of Honghuatan Church was actually transformed into a handful of stove ashes.

What’s the result?

The night wind became more and more gentle, and the shadows bared their teeth and claws, approaching step by step.

The owner of the Red Flower Garden shook his head, "Don't be stupid, he thinks that the illusory array can be broken by relying on water and fire?"

Congregants in the red flower bed around them were willing to give up, "Altar Master, we were so miserable in those days."

The seven grains turned into a drizzle, drawing a long arc and hitting the shadows in the fields.

The altar leader nodded upon hearing this, "After you left, you haven't summoned the other two altars and the messenger, Taoist Toad."

"Hit!"

"We are going to counterattack because we need to be afraid of the end of a weak crossbow, but we need to be able to endure it for a long time."

"Altar Master, please call for reinforcements!"

"Brush!"

"Same as the last few times?"

The water was clear and smelly, and at first glance, it was foot-washing water.

Beforehand, there were no traces of the fire burning in the key battlefields, and even half a meteorite was found. Everything seemed to have evaporated.

When Zhong Sheng stood at the front of the team, the sound of wind in his ears became more and more shrill, and he was surrounded by young people from the village.

"Altar Master, I haven't focused on the casualties yet. Apart from our corpses and blood stains, the opposite side is empty. We only found some scattered grains."

……

Alas, we can only take one step at a time.

Suddenly, the phantom behind stopped moving and quickly expanded in the blink of an eye.

The shadows in the fields finally dispersed due to repeated attacks, and there was no more movement.

"Creating something out of something, reversing yin and yang, reversing the universe, bringing the dead back to life, that is the legendary Dunjia Heavenly Book."

While everyone in the village was celebrating in a low mood, Dou Chengbing secretly found Zhong Sheng and talked to me loudly.

What a terrifying supernatural power is that?

The owner of the red flower bed waved his hand, "Let the young man rest!"

The young man waved his arms consciously, and a small forest stood up in the night sky.

The members of the Honghuatan congregation, with the altar leader following them, fought hard all day and night, and finally survived the natural disaster.
Chapter completed!