The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 214 Welcome to the Savage Era
"You, you guys."

In the dark cave, Fu Cailin looked around, his heart sinking, his face uncertain, like a dyeing factory, sometimes blue, sometimes purple.

it is more than words!
Silence represented their attitude, tacitly accepting the Goguryeo army of 100,000 as bait. Fu Cailin, who was at the peak of the land immortal level, could not handle it alone, and for the sake of revenge, he could only endure it for the time being.

"Boom!"

At the same time, earth-shaking artillery sounds rang out one after another, thick smoke covered the sky, and the entire valley shook as if an earthquake had come.

Taking the artillery as a signal, many imperial guards who were ambushed on both sides rushed down quickly under the cover of artillery, like a tiger coming down the mountain, and instantly divided the Goguryeo reinforcements into four or five sections.

"There is an ambush, there is an ambush."

"This is divine punishment, a penalty from the gods."

The entire battlefield was in chaos. Countless Goguryeo soldiers were running around like headless flies, and many of them even lay on the ground, praying for forgiveness from the gods.

The 100,000 reinforcements, who were already on edge and extremely exhausted, quickly collapsed like the white snow on the mountains, forming an avalanche. They were defeated like a mountain collapsing, and they abandoned their weapons and armor.

The black flag of the central army was thrown on the ground and trampled on by everyone. At this moment, saving life was the most important thing and no one cared about it.

"Boom!" Wherever there was a dense crowd, the red cannons would fire there. For a moment, people and horses were thrown to the ground. Yeon Gaesomun's face was full of disbelief, and he has not yet recovered.

The rise and fall of birds indicates that there is no one in the dense forest. This is what is written in the military strategy. How could this be? Is he wrong?

Half an hour later, hundreds of thousands of troops from both sides were entangled with each other, but the 100,000 imperial guards of Qingdi City had the upper hand. If nothing unexpected happened, the war would be over in one or two hours at most.

"call out!"

Twenty or thirty small black dots shot towards the top of the mountain, reaching a hundred feet in one step. Waves of momentum rushed towards the sky like an overwhelming tidal wave, and the soldiers who were fighting were overwhelmed and could not breathe, as if they were carrying a mountain on their backs.

"Qingdi Shen Yuanliang, you must pay with your life for your murder. My Yuwen clan is not to be trifled with. This day next year will be your death anniversary."

"I will offer your head as a sacrifice to my nephew Yuwen Huaji. I believe that Huaji's spirit in heaven will be satisfied."

Before he finished speaking, Yuwen Shang's face turned cold, a chilling light flashed in his slender eyes, and he stood opposite Shen Yuanliang with his fists clenched and crackling.

"Yuwen clan? What about you?"

Shen Yuanliang, who was playing with the jade pendant on his waist and wearing a sky-blue Taoist robe, frowned and asked with a serious expression.

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind it. They originally wanted to ambush the 100,000 Goguryeo reinforcements, but they didn't expect that someone would follow closely and use the 100,000 troops as bait. What a bunch of old foxes.

"Amitabha, my Buddhist name is Tianseng, and I am the founder of the Pure Mind Zen sect."

The celestial monk, wearing a brown short shirt and with nine scars on his head, with his hands clasped together, chanted a Buddhist name. His deep eyes were calm, with no sadness or joy.

From a distance, there was nothing special about him, he looked ordinary, just like an ordinary person.

"You are a celestial monk, so you are a dini?"

"The slogan of Cihang Jingzhai, the emperor chosen by heaven, is loud and bold enough, and there is a way to die."

Giving a thumbs up, Shen Yuanliang looked at the old nun beside the monk. A hint of coldness emerged in the depths of his eyes, and a cold light flashed away in an instant.

The butt determines the position, and the position determines the opinion. Shen Yuanliang is now the leader of a faction, with tens of thousands of people and millions of soldiers under his command, not much different from some dynasties.

What qualifications does Cihang Jingzhai have to choose the emperor on behalf of the heaven? Being a whore and pretending to be a saint is disgusting. "Devil, stop talking nonsense."

"Today, we will fight against evil and uphold justice, and bring peace to the world."

Turning the Buddhist beads in his hand, Dini suppressed the anger in his heart and spoke word by word.

Cihang Jingzhai's selection of the emperor on behalf of heaven was actually a political speculation. Just like the Taoist Fulong, they were all for the purpose of gaining profits and packaging themselves high and mighty, like prostitutes.

Attracting countless young talents to kneel down at the feet of the saint in order to form the so-called white alliance is a disgusting and despicable method.

"Devil, surrender!"

"Put down the butcher knife, and become a Buddha right away. For the rest of your life, you will be with the Buddha by his side, washing away your sins."

Venerable Di Xin, Master Yi Xin, Master Jia Xiang, Master Zhi Hui and so on, almost all of the Buddhist background of the Great Sui Dynasty were mobilized, each of them looked kind and benevolent, and surrounded Shen Yuanliang.

"Count me in."

Ning Daoqi, who was dressed in a green robe and had an immortal look, saw this and shook his wide sleeves, walked forward, exuding an unreserved aura of immortality.

In order to accumulate experience and read the "Cihang Sword Canon", Ning Daoqi, who was born as a wanderer, sold himself to Cihang Jingzhai. Now, at Fan Qinghui's request, he has to take action.

"You really think highly of me. Three immortals from heaven and fifteen immortals from land. You are really cautious. No wonder you have lived so long?"

"A bunch of old bastards!"

Shen Yuanliang glanced around and laughed, his bright eyes full of disdain. Then he clapped his hands amid everyone's surprised gazes.

"Pa pa", the crisp and loud applause resounded through the sky, startling flocks of flying birds. The momentum rushing into the sky was like fireflies in the dark night, very eye-catching.

"Fizz!"

A thousand-foot-long celestial snake was crawling and winding around the mountains hundreds of feet high. Its millstone-sized, pitch-black scales gave people an invisible pressure, and its lantern-sized eyes were staring at the celestial monk and his party.

On the snake head, Li Mochou crossed her arms across her chest, her black cloak fluttering in the wind, looking cool, charming, and unique.

Under Li Mochou's training at all costs, the Bosuqu Snake transformed into a celestial snake, awakening a trace of blood belonging to the ancient celestial snake in its body. In its juvenile state, it possessed the cultivation level of the fourth realm.

"Whizzing!!"

A huge tornado quietly appeared between heaven and earth, and countless towering trees and rocks were swept up into the sky. A colorful butterfly flew at lightning speed, cutting through the sky and coming straight to Shen Yuanliang.

"Brother Yuanliang, we are here."

Li Wan'er, wearing a red silk dress and a golden hairpin on her head, has a sweet smile, bright eyes and white teeth, which complement the colorful butterflies.

After signing a contract with the thousand-year-old ice silkworm, it was fed with countless rare elixirs like running water. After nine metamorphosis, it transformed from a silkworm into a butterfly, and the colorful fairy butterfly reappeared in the world.

"Cry!", a bird with a wingspan of a hundred feet circled in the sky, its sharp claws shining with a metallic luster, sparkling in the scorching sun, truly majestic and extraordinary.

It was like a meeting in a zoo, with ten-foot-long, ancient saber-toothed tigers, ferocious and brutal white wolves with hair like steel needles, and even a slow-moving spiral turtle as big as a mountain.

It was as if I had returned to the ancient barbaric era, and a tragic atmosphere was overwhelming.

(End of this chapter)