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After Wei Ye broke the formation with a sword, the ceremony of summoning the light of the Zoroastrian heaven into a spear of killing enemies was unsustainable. As participants in this ceremony, the Zoroastrian priests suffered the most severe magical backlash.

The priests who spit a few mouthfuls of blood were thanks to their strong and strong health. The old priest who was the most injured, looked at the sword that was coming and going on his head and suddenly looked up to the sky and spewed out a bloody fountain.

As he vomited from his mouth, some sticky minced meat sprayed out with the blood. It was his internal organs that were shattered by the magic backlash. The injuries were so heavy that even if someone around him used healing techniques for first aid, it would be difficult to survive.

What's more, at this time, who can still save such an old guy who only breathes a sigh of relief?

At the top of Fanhe City, the Liujia arrows fired by the Taoist soldiers under Wei Ye had already arrived.

Interferences with the Taoist sect's true fire of evil cave yang, the Buddhist Dharma protector's magical powers, and the Zoroastrian subjugation magic rituals, the place where these Zoroastrian priests were in, the energy of heaven and earth had been stirred up in chaos, like a pot of boiling hot oil!

So what if these dozens of shoddy Rocca arrows fly to it?

“…it will explode.”

After tidying up, Wei Ye took out a pair of fluffy hamster earmuffs that were not in line with his personal style, and put them on them with great prescient knowledge.

The Liujia arrows that concentrated on the Zoroastrian priest formation hit the target at this moment.

"Rumbling!"

The Liujia arrows shot into the Zoroastrian priests, and the moment the arrow pierced the priests' robes and penetrated the human body, these sloppy Liujia arrows suddenly exploded violently!

Standing on the city tower, you can still see the Zoroastrian priests who were penetrated by the Rokka arrows tore their bodies indiscriminately, and the pieces of flesh that should have belonged to humans were flying around in the explosion. In the place where these Zoroastrian priests were originally in their original position, the soil that was extremely frozen and solid was broken, and together with the rotten flesh limbs, they flew straight into the sky!

In front of the short old monk who faced this one-sided attack, it was like seeing the Avici Hell in the Divine Realm in person

The luckiest thing was the old priest who was almost gone. A six-gal arrow hit the old priest's throat. Before the talisman arrow exploded, the old man, who was in great pain due to the magic backlash, couldn't wait to swallow his breath.

However, other Zoroastrian priests did not have such good luck. Some of the less injured priests wanted to escape from this dead land with their hands and feet. However, before they could take the first step, they were caught in the heat waves rolled up by the explosion of the Rokka arrows, and then rose high and split into pieces!

A bunch of blood rain fell on the head of the short old monk, and in a blink of an eye, it drenched him into a bloody man.

But the explosions and flames swept to the old monk's side, and the thundering pieces of earth, flesh, and limbs attacked the old monk's whole body.

Faced with such a dangerous situation, the short old monk clasped his hands together and murmured and recited the scriptures continuously, but even the rumbling explosion could not annihilate the sound of his Sanskrit singing:

"There is a rare World Honored One! If sentient beings kill each other, become enemies, and fight and fight, such as heavens, dragons, ghosts, gods, Gandharvas, Asuras, Garura..."

With the sound of the Sangha, the rosary beads floating around the old monk.

I don’t know how long these dew-shaped trees have been separated from the fruit trees that nurtured them. The shape of each dew-shaped tree is like a blooming lotus enshrined in front of gods and Buddhas. The woody seeds like lotus petals still dutifully protect the dead seeds inside. At the fingertips of monks, even the hard outer core is covered with a layer of old paste. However, these dew-shaped trees slightly emit a burst of fragrance around the old monk.

It was the fragrance of the first blooming dew flowers.

In the fragrance of flowers with dew vapor, the word "Sanskrit" condensed by golden light floated out beside the old monk, isolating him from this hellish picture.

But the only one who can protect the Buddhist Pure Land on this killing ground is this old monk himself!

After he opened the Buddhist barrier with the rosary as a basis, he tried several times to extend the barrier range and protect the priests who had not yet died. At this time, the peach wood magic sword that had been hanging above his head was slashed straight down without any hesitation, forcing him to defend with all his strength and had no room for intervention.

But even if the old monk stood in the ground, the amount of blood sprayed out flowed on the frozen land and could not be absorbed by the frozen soil at all. It just merged into a stream and flowed under the old monk.

The Pure Land appears on the battlefield, and the bloody river is stained under the Buddha's body. What a ironic picture!

An old man's voice sounded faintly in the old monk's heart.

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

This is a method of communication between consciousness, which is not comparable to ordinary techniques. The old monk moved his mind slightly, and his jaw head was polite: "I dare not ask the elders to ask, I was born in the Kingdom of Jubin, with the name of Vairocana, and the Chinese saying "Wanzha" is 'Permanent'."

"That is Monk Panzhao. I heard that the Buddhists in the Western Regions use Nirvana as their purpose, Nirvana as their sect, and Leaving Life and Death as their teachings. Why do you come to the two armies to have many troubles in front of the formation?

"The grievances of the Han and Qiang are each other and the traitors are traitors. I want to stop this disaster. With my Buddha's compassion and compassion, the Dharma rain will spread the Han and Qiang armies, transform enemies and eliminate troubles. This is also the teachings of the Tathagata, and I must obey them."

Listening to the old monk's righteous answer, the voice paused for a moment before asking: "There are wars in Liangzhou everywhere, and the villages and cities have all become ghost realms. Monks are merciful, who can share the blessing?"

Listening to the other party's questioning, the old monk's eyes opened slightly, and there was no mercy in his eyes: "The Qiang army is protected by the Ming King, and its power is incredible. If we want to spread the merciful rain so that all the people here can gain supreme benefits, I will follow the Ming King. Then there will be no interruption of killing on the battlefield, and I am willing to return to you."

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Wei Yeshou put on a shed and looked at the hit land. Then he coughed and pushed Ma Teng, who was also a little stunned by his side: "Shoucheng, go and bring a message to Wu Duwei. Today, I will ask him to prepare some light vegetarian food..."

When talking about vegetarian food, Ma Teng woke up from the bloody scene in front of him. He looked at the crossbowmen on the top of the city and the Taoist soldiers under Wei Ye, all of them looked pale, and many people couldn't even stand.

I'm afraid I can't touch meat for several days.

He nodded, bowed to Wei Ye and hurried away.
Chapter completed!