Yamafu Military Affairs

Chapter 154: Thinking of the Ordinary World
The golden air waves were struggling to hold on under the surging blood clouds. Countless majestic Buddha images were tainted by the turbid blood as soon as they appeared, and shattered like bubbles in the torrential rain.

Although the dream arrow came extremely fast, everyone in the field could still see the entire picture of the small arrow through the colorful golden light.

The dark gold arrowheads are sharp at the tip and thick at the bottom; the ancient wooden arrow shafts are tough and strong; the feathers of rare bird arrows are extremely powerful.

Without any hindrance, most of the golden arrow penetrated into the stone, leaving only a small part of the tail outside, which suddenly caught fire.

Golden light bursts out!

The raging bloody clouds and evil rain suddenly stopped as if a pause had been pressed, and the stubborn stone that could not be cut by knives or axes seemed to have met its nemesis. Before anyone could blink, the colorful flames burned the evil fetus from the inside out.

good chance!
Zhiming's eyes flashed, his toes touched the ground, and he raised his palm upwards. The heavy demon-subduing pestle rose up violently like an angry elephant raising its hoof.

The big monk stomped his feet heavily, bent his front legs forward, and stepped forward like a hammer, smashing down hard into the blood cloud with his long blade.

The violent wind pressure instantly dispersed the bloody fog and cleared a gap large enough for three people to pass through.

A ball of wildfire rushed to the evil boy like a meteor, and the blue-purple flame revealed a strong fighting spirit and determination.

Crimson Palace Fire, Yellow Court Flame.

The hot magma flowed in Guan Wei's chest, and the Yilie Sword wrapped in double fire finally showed the sharpness of the legendary weapon at this moment.

The blue dragon soared into the clouds, and the red tiger leaped. The dragon and the tiger met on the flaming blade, which was several feet long, and chopped down with the power of the sky!

The golden flame on the stubborn stone was covered by an even more brilliant fireball, and the crackling sound continued to rise and fall. The rolling flames flowing on the Yilie Sword fought fiercely with the stubborn stone like a chain saw, making a shrill scream.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Dozens of dark red blood thunders were shot out by the evil Buddha, falling from the sky and turning the ruins of the palace into a hell of thunder.

The bloody thunder struck Guan Wei, but was stubbornly blocked by Qing Yan, causing countless ripples.

The endless Vajra that had condensed into substance wrapped Zhiming up, and after smashing the Blood Prison Thunder Pillar with the demon-subduing pestle with a tremendous force, the golden Buddha body rushed in like a green rhinoceros.

The blood cloud, which should have been afraid of the vast Buddha light like a tiger, now pounced on it fiercely as if it had encountered some delicacy.

Facing the huge blood cloud raised by the Buddha's evil, the great monk didn't care and poured all the energy in his body into the Endless Vajra. The Demon-Subduing Pestle suddenly burst into an incomparably bright five-colored light!

Qinhuai Dong Di's life and death is unknown, the dream arrows have no second shots, and the Buddha's evil suffered a series of heavy blows
Both Guan Wei and the monk knew that this was a golden opportunity. If they could not kill it completely in one fell swoop, when the Buddha recovered, all sixty of them would have to die.

The evil cloud became even more terrifying after being illuminated by the five-colored light, but the Infinite Vajra seemed unaware. He waded through the blood rain with his indestructible body made of steel and iron. The demon-subduing pestle paused for a moment, then slammed down on the Buddha's forehead!

Click!

The crisp sound of porcelain breaking rang out among the ruins.

Bang!

A piece of gravel fell to the ground, followed by the rustling of broken shells.

Bang!
The blade and the pestle were all deflected, and in the stone there was a blurry black gas whose shape could not be seen clearly. In the black gas, there was nothing else but a dot of dead white.

Blood clouds, evil rain, thunder and incense.
In an instant, all these things rolled back, and with the black air as the core, a new body was reshaped around the Buddha.

In the black and red muddy flow, Qin Huai, who was bound by the resentment chain, also felt the loss of incense. His two feet sank into the bluestone floor tiles, from the top of his head to his shoulders, from his elbows to his fingertips, there was no part of his body that was not exerting force.

Countless wounds burst open, staining Qin Huai's chest and back blood red. Yunwei wrapped around his arms, muscles bulged high, and then, he pulled hard!
The golden and black chains broke apart, turning into black light spots and disappearing. Qin Huai escaped and did the same thing in front of Dong Di.

After rescuing the extremely weak railway worker, Qin Huai looked at the new body of the Buddha with blurred facial features, and black ripples passed through his eyes.

Buddha's evil, a creature of divine punishment born by chance, is endowed with the magic of monks, the secret art of incense and the art of wild gods and ghosts.

Status: Transcendent (After thousands of years of worship, it has become something extraordinary)

Buddha's Protection (Immune to most Buddhist magic)
Unfortunate fate (The sea of ​​evil is endless, can you turn back?)
Skill:???,???,???

Threat Level: Black (Eight Pole)

Note: Hatred alone, repentance and chanting scriptures will only increase the evil path.

At the other end, in the ruins of the hall, Du Er had already stopped forging hammers and was skillfully replacing the crossbow.

Qin Huai had a glimpse of the Buddha's evil information, so of course he could see it too. Although the information was not so complete, the dark and dangerous level would not lie.

At this moment, everyone in the field was in a life-and-death crisis. Although he was not good at head-on combat, there was no reason for him to hold back at this moment.

He removed the golden tortoise claw and replaced the damaged crossbow. In just three breaths, a brand new crossbow appeared in Du Er's hands.

【Golden Turtle Claw】

Category: Foreign matter

Quality: Special

It can be used as a trigger for crossbows of good quality or higher, increasing the power of the crossbow. After one shot, the crossbow is damaged and cannot be repaired.

【Spiritual Golden Turtle Divine Crossbow】

Category: Consumables
Quality: Rare

The sophisticated crossbow strengthened by the [Golden Turtle Claw] can only fire one arrow, but its power is quite amazing.

Earlier, when Du Er saw Qin Huai and others were in the upper hand, he was very satisfied and had no intention of taking any action. He just wanted to take advantage of the situation and become a marginal figure.

But then the situation took a turn for the worse, the blood cloud not only engulfed Qinhuai in one fell swoop, but also surged towards him. This was a matter of life and death, so he could not hide it.

Without caring about wasting materials, Du Er shot an arrow to create an opportunity for Zhiming and the others, then put away all the things for smelting, leaving only two divine crossbows that had not yet been strengthened.

Seeing Qin Huai escaped, the boss was preparing a big move. Du Er was very self-aware and shouted loudly: "Captain Qin, kill him!"

The dreamy golden arrow shot out again, and in a few flashes it reached the back of Buddha's heart, with the tip of the arrow pointing directly at the dead white gray spot.

But this time, the golden arrow that was always invincible in Du Er's hand encountered obstacles. First, it was slowed down by the lightning on the Buddha's body, and then it was stuck by the gilded pattern inside, unable to move forward.

Taking advantage of the Buddha's distraction, Chunqiu used his broadsword to chop off the attacking electric snake, and the [Qingwei Qulei Zilu] made by the real person in his arms slowly dimmed.

The pure golden and white lightning made the blade look extremely fierce. Before Buddha could make any move, the sky suddenly lit up.

The Guandao is fierce and whistling!

Qin Huai's body was like a startled partridge, and he swung the big knife in his hand into a half moon and chopped it downwards.

Fo Nie silently raised his eyes full of resentment, and his two black arms with gold patterns blocked the dark blue blade of the Spring and Autumn broadsword. The tendons and veins under the complex gold patterns were clearly visible, all reflecting the cold and hard iron-black metallic luster.

Dang~
The humming sound is crisp and the air waves are everywhere.

Under Buddha's feet, the floor tiles suddenly sank, creating a deep pit about ten feet in radius.

The cold and dead bloodshot eyes stared at Qin Huai, and a strange light shot out and hit Qin Huai's eye sockets directly!
In the Niwan Palace, the eight-headed god with eight legs and eight tails roared to the sky, and a bright green light came towards him!

Mirror pupil divine light!

The blood thunder turned into sharp claws and smashed down towards Qin Huai, whose energy was mostly exhausted. Countless blood rain and lightning appeared out of thin air and smashed towards the rest of the people who were constantly approaching.

Even after crossing the bridge of heaven and earth and cultivating Luwu Qi, Qin Huai's spiritual cultivation was far beyond that of ordinary people. But the strange light in the eyes of the Buddha still disturbed his mind and stopped.

Bang!
Although Qin Huai tried his best to turn his head, the bloody claws still brushed past his head and face and hit his side ribs, breaking several ribs.

Qin Huai cried out in pain, but still clenched his teeth, holding the hilt of the knife tightly with both arms, and slashed it. After blocking the blood claws that followed closely, his body fell down.

With his feet standing on the wind, invisible waves spread from Qin Huai's body, setting off a cyan gold hurricane that kept surrounding him.

The cloud tail combined with the flesh and blood to fix the broken bones. Qin Huai straightened his torso, which was riddled with holes. Black and yellow stripes covered his green skin. Eight Extreme Beast Body!

The cloud tail swung behind him, and a majestic figure stood up from behind Qin Huai, with an extreme murderous intent on his indifferent face.

Overlord slash!
The Spring and Autumn sword swung like thunder, the green dragon stretched out its head, the blade fell from the sky, and the sound of blood and thunder boiled.

The blade chopped on the Buddha's arm, and the blood thunders of completely different natures fought against each other, causing the incense and vows in the gilded pattern to be rapidly consumed.

In the end, the brightness overwhelmed the darkness, and the blade managed to cut through the rotten leather. From the right shoulder to the left abdomen, only a little "flesh and blood" remained on the Buddha's body.

A small golden arrow flew from a distance, and with a whoosh, it pierced into the Buddha's forehead.

"what!!!"

A shrill howl that was not like a human voice sounded, and Qin Huai's face changed. Looking at the Buddhist evil that could explode at any time, he could not help but take a few steps back.

The pure face of Fonie looked at Qin Huai with resentment, and the deathly white color in his chest suddenly jumped and then expanded.

"Tagara! Tagara!"

A strange, deathly white color spread from his chest, first wiping out the black air, and then turning the dreamy and colorful golden flame into nothingness.

He splashed ink and painted freely.

The mournful deathly white color was like a mushroom cloud during a nuclear bomb explosion, expanding and spreading in all directions!

Qin Huai's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip, the silver scroll was torn apart, and only the residual sound echoed in the ruins.

"escape!"

The strong deathly white color caused ripples, and in an instant, the entire mountain temple was silently wiped out. The beautiful and beautiful places within a thousand miles of Nan Cezhou were all eclipsed tonight, and took the initiative to avoid the edge of this deathly white!
Buddha, Long Suinu, the railway man, and those battle-hardened elite soldiers of the Ming Dynasty were all covered in the white color of death, and their lives or deaths were unknown, and no body was left.

All that was left was dead silence and nothingness.
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"Ah, it's only been a year, how come Sifan appears again!"

In the bright and clean room, the girl put down the handle and Drake on the fluorescent screen also stopped moving.

After a sigh, the girl frowned her pretty eyebrows and dialed a Yanfu conversation.

"Boss Zhao, something happened. 'Sifan' appeared."

"I'll go back to Jambu right away."

The old man's voice was full of energy, and his decisive demeanor was very reassuring.

The girl made dozens of similar conversations and received varying responses.

A classroom at a university somewhere in the southwest.

"Dingling bell~"

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the lecturer in a white windbreaker walked out of the classroom holding a paper cup, with the students seeing him off.

A conversation came in, and the man said to himself,
"Hou Tu? Something wrong?"

"In an ordinary incident in Yama, traces of the destructive power of 'Sifan' were discovered."

"Understood. I'll be there soon."

Yambu, an ancient palace of green copper.

In the dim hall, there was only a coffee table and a few spring and autumn chairs.

"What about aiding North Korea?"

Zhao Jianzhong glanced at the gentle man who was drinking water from a paper cup, and spoke in a neutral tone.

The man had a solemn face and appeared to be in his early thirties. He was wearing a white windbreaker and black leather shoes. He was obviously a young master from a scholarly family.

Ten categories, introducer, Zhan Yuejin.

"He's in the shower. He'll be there soon."

The woman with long wavy hair took off her sunglasses and hung them on her chest, looking at the white paper on the table.

"This matter should have nothing to do with the Three-Eyed Globe, right?"

After briefly scanning the information, the woman raised the paper in her hand and looked at the owner with raised eyebrows.

"It doesn't matter. It does matter."

The host took a sip of boiled water and said, "The two walkers involved in this incident are both targets of Three Eyes Global's attention."

The woman nodded and asked no more questions.

After a while, a burly figure strode towards them from the other end of the hall.

The man had short hair and wore straight military pants, but his shirt was buttoned up, revealing his strong chest muscles.

"Hou Tu said that Sifan was found again? How many of the Eight Bitterness came? Who is the leader? Aibieli?"

The short-haired man glanced at the white paper, sat down with a straight face, and asked a few key questions.

"From the current perspective, it is just an outbreak of destructive mortal seeds."

"Hasn't this happened every now and then before? Is it necessary for old man Hongzhong to mobilize so many troops?"

The short-haired man scratched his head, picked up the white paper and looked at it carefully.

"This may be related to the ultimate Yama event of God Bingshen Thirty-three, so it is better to be careful."

Zhao Jianzhong looked around at all the people present. There were not many people, only six.

Except for the two masters Yujie who happened to be in Tianjiu, the other ten masters were unable to come for various reasons.

Zhao Jianzhong casually slashed, and an irregular solid suddenly appeared on the table, with a tiny dead white mold spot gradually expanding on it. That was exactly the current situation of God Bingshen Thirty-Three.

"The God Bingshen Thirty-Three is experiencing a small-scale peeling effect. According to the current information, it should be the natives who deposited the seeds of longing for the mortal world who took the initiative to detonate it. There is no possibility that the Eight Bitternesses intervened."

As he spoke, Zhao Jianzhong looked at Zhan Yuejin.

"A year ago, Yan Zhaohui and Sifan went to war, involving tens of thousands of Yanfu fruits. At that time, led by Hate Bie Li and Lao Ku, the Ku-level figures of Sifan frantically ambushed Sifan power in various fruits, trying to kill high-level agents. Later, some of this Sifan power fell into the hands of the natives, and some became dangerous duds after the war, and the poison has spread to this day. The Shen Bingshen Thirty-three should be a small destructive seed that they ambushed at that time to kill the agents."

After a pause, Zhao Jianzhong continued, "Sifan hasn't appeared for a long time, and the clues are valuable. This thing is not something that ordinary low-level walking can handle. So what I mean is that you two should go."

"This kind of thing is not something the North is good at handling, so I'll go."

Zhan Yuejin nodded and was about to stand up.

"The peeling reaction has already occurred, and no one can predict what will happen next. What if this is a trap carefully set by Ba Ku? Let's go together.

As long as I am here, the Eight Sufferings will not be able to turn the tables."

Hearing the short-haired man's decisive tone, Zhan Yuejin smiled and said nothing more.

After all, the person in front of him is Yan Zhaohui's greatest support and the only one of the Four Imperial Guardians in Yanfu.

The Lord of Yu, Cao Yuanchao.

(End of this chapter)