He was born as a blacksmith, but he dominated the world

Chapter 434: Burning and Killing Millions of People

The Daqian border troops stood at the foot of Mount Xumi.

Everyone stared at the so-called holy mountain. Even those with only second-grade martial arts cultivation could still see countless bodies among the rocks, like insects and flies.

This is not a mountain!
How can this be the Buddha’s kingdom?

It is clearly a hell hidden in the bright and clear world, under the blue sky and broad daylight!
Among those civil servants, there are also some who have achieved great accomplishments.

They stared blankly at Mount Sumeru, at the figure whose essence, blood or body had been devoured.

There was no trace of blood on the mountain, everything was swallowed up.

But in their eyes, they could still see mountains of corpses and seas of blood covering the sky.

A counselor in white with a tall crown on his head suddenly cried out: "How can the Buddha's country be like this! How dare the Buddha's country be like this!"

"Common people, common people!"

"They believe in Buddha, how can you treat them like livestock?"

Many civil servants fell to the ground, trembling all over, their faces turning blue.

They could not imagine the man-eating Mount Sumeru.

Even though I have seen it with my own eyes, I still can't imagine it.

I just felt dizzy, my mouth was dry, and all the blood in my body seemed to be rushing out of my eyes.

At this time, a loud rumbling sound was heard in the sky.

Everyone looked up and saw that the sky was split into two halves.

An extremely clear trace seemed to split the world in half, heading straight for Mount Sumeru.

Then, the piercing sound of extreme speed came into their ears.

The sound was so sharp that all traces in the sky were burning at this moment, leaving an indelible mark!
On the top of Mount Xumi, tens of thousands of meters high, a giant hand as white as jade pressed down.

Rumbling--

The giant palm shook, and then slammed heavily on the mountain.

A large amount of rocks were shattered, and at least thousands of people hanging on them were beaten into meat paste.

The giant palm, as white as jade, was stained with a hint of blood red.

There was also debris, body parts, and blood falling like raindrops.

"Let the knife cut down and become a Buddha."

A huge sound fell from the top of the mountain.

The roar was like thunder, shaking people's hearts and making them unable to calm down.

Those civil servants looked terrified and at a loss.

tread--

tread--

tread--

The heavy footsteps came from far away and stopped in front of them.

A civil servant caught a glimpse of the big foot out of the corner of his eye, and he looked up along the legs that were as thick as pillars.

Then he saw the tall and burly Jiang Lin, holding the Sun-Chasing Bow, with golden and red light flowing in his eyes, like a god.

After seeing the truth about Mount Xumi, the civil servant immediately remembered that he had previously insulted Jiang Lin, saying he was cruel, ruthless, and had a heart of stone.

He opened his eyes, but looked so ashamed that he could hardly speak.

Jiang Lin seemed to notice the civil servant's gaze and he lowered his head slightly.

The golden-red divine light made his eyes see through everything, and also made the civil servant feel a sense of transcendence that was above all other living beings.

"It's a pity that you guys have been cursing for a long time but you cursed the wrong person."

When Jiang Lin's voice was heard, all the civil servants around him looked ashamed.

How could they not know what a stupid thing they had done.

We only saw the Buddhists who did not resist, but we never thought that there was such a cruel secret hidden in the Buddhist country.

However, a civil servant suddenly stood up, pointed at Jiang Lin, and shouted with a red face: "You must have known about the disaster here a long time ago, why didn't you tell us! Aren't you the same as the Buddha Kingdom!"

Jiang Lin glanced at the civil servant, then drew his long sword from his waist and walked over, looking down at him and said, "Can you say it again?"

He was tall and the civil servant looked like a dwarf in front of him.

The godlike aura made the civil servant pale. His inner pride made him tremble subconsciously, but he still spoke with trembling lips: "I, I am a third-rank military strategist..."

The blade swept past, and his head fell to the ground, his eyes wide open, filled with unbelievable fear.

"You cursed me behind my back because you didn't see the truth. Ignorance is not a crime."

"You want to frame someone right in front of you? Why bother to die? Isn't it better to live?"

The civil servants around were trembling in fear. They could see that Jiang Lin was taking the opportunity to establish his authority and make an example of someone else.

Even a clay figure can have some temper, not to mention that Jiang Lin is a blacksmith who works with the furnace all day long.

After being scolded for so many days, it’s not too much to randomly pick an unlucky guy to sacrifice to.

With one blow, Jiang Lin killed the third-rank civil servant, and then mounted Zhuri Gong on his back.

No matter what others think or think.

He looked up at the top of Mount Xumi and said, "Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha right now?"

"If you want me to say..."

"Fuck your mother's fart!"

"You are worthy of being a Buddha!"

As he spoke, Jiang Lin had already walked out.

Even without using his cultivation, he could still reach a distance of several hundred meters with one step.

In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the front of the battle.

The long sword was swung, and dozens of Buddhist heads flew up.

"Are you worthy of being Buddhists?"

A palm as big as a palm fan grabbed the head of a Buddhist and pulled him over.

Looking at the Buddhist with wide eyes, Jiang Lin asked fiercely: "You were born by a mother but not raised by her? Do you believe in such things?"

The Buddhist opened his mouth and uttered a dull word: "Kill me, Honglian..."

puff--

His head was crushed by Jiang Lin.

Letting the red and white substance flow down between his fingers, Jiang Lin swung the long sword in his right hand again.

Another dozen or so Buddhists’ heads were chopped off.

"Killing one person will cause the Red Lotus Karma Fire, so I will kill you all!"

"Let's see if the blood of so many people can put out that damn red lotus fire!"

The next moment, a sword energy hundreds of feet long slashed past Jiang Lin.

The bodies of hundreds of Buddhists in front of him were smashed to pieces.

Jiang Lin turned his head and saw Ma Ningyan, dressed in black armor and looking heroic.

The two looked at each other from a distance without saying anything, but they both understood what the other was thinking at the moment.

That's a word.

kill!

The herald waved the battle flag and shouted: "March!"

"March!"

"March!"

The army marched forward with roars coming one after another.

Once the war machine is started, its power is incredible.

Sword energy, spear energy, and saber energy that are over a hundred feet long crisscross the battlefield.

Jiang Lin had no cultivation to use, so seeing this he took out the Sun-Chasing Bow again, took out a Bai Ze Holy Arrow and put it on the string.

The Sun-Chasing Bow emitted brilliant golden and dark red light, and bursts of thunder were heard in the sky.

The vast thunder pool absorbed countless vital energies from heaven and earth and appeared on the top of the Buddhist's head.

Lightning as thick as a bucket struck down, and the Buddhists within a hundred meters were burned on the outside and tender on the inside. They were blown away in all directions along with the huge pit and mud that were exploded on the spot.

The bowstring made of the tendons of the ancient thunder eagle retracted, and the golden light on the Sun-Chasing Bow was absorbed by the Bai Ze Holy Soldier Arrow at this moment.

The entire arrow rushed forward at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye, and wherever it passed, it plowed a gully hundreds of meters wide and several meters deep. The bodies of the Buddhists within this range were smashed to pieces by the power of chaos.

The Buddhist disciple who was a hundred meters away raised his eyes again and saw a shining golden light before his eyes.

A golden light hundreds of meters wide followed Bai Ze’s holy weapon arrow, along the ravine, wrapping more Buddhists in it.

A flash of golden light appeared, and a large gap appeared on the spot. The thick blood mist was swept away by the strong wind and quickly dissipated into nothingness.

After a few breaths, a loud noise erupted at the foot of Mount Xumi.

Countless pieces of gravel flew everywhere, as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was splitting apart.

This arrow killed at least nearly ten thousand people!

Even Ma Ningyan couldn't help but look at the Sun-Chasing Bow in Jiang Lin's hand, with a different color in her eyes.

"Grandpa Hong's magic bow is so powerful!"

Ma Ningyan clenched the holy sword in her hand, feeling endless power surging into her body, and she slashed out with the sword.

The sword energy is over 130 feet long, but it does not have the terrifying long-range killing power of Bai Ze's Holy Arrow.

But at close range, it is not weaker at all, but even more ferocious.

What's more, with the help of heavy cavalry such as Xu Wanqun, the advancement speed was not slow at all.

But gradually, Jiang Lin felt something different.

With one strike of the sword, there were not many heads of Buddhists left to be chopped off.

There were more than ten of them originally, but now there are only seven or eight.

He drew back his sword and glanced at it. The blade was neither bent nor broken.

Jiang Lin looked up at the countless Buddhists in front of him. Since there was no problem with the knife, the problem lay with these people.

Ma Ningyan also noticed something was wrong, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she glanced at the battle formation behind her.

The battle formation consisting of one million border troops has been reduced at this moment.

The bodies of the soldiers at the edge of the battlefield were melting rapidly.

Almost every step forward, dozens of people fell down.

A gloomy look flashed across Ma Ningyan's eyes. If this continued, how many border troops would be left by the time they reached Mount Xumi?
Right now these are just Buddhists who do not resist, but this may not be the case on Mount Sumeru.

The giant palm just now has already proved this.

The Buddhist country does not really not resist.

These Buddhists are nothing more than a means to consume and corrupt them.

Perhaps in the heart of that Buddha, the common people are animals, and so are the Buddhists.

To drive away the wolf and devour the tiger, to kill with a borrowed knife.

Ma Ningyan was furious and shouted, "Don't you know you are sending yourself to death? What you are achieving is the so-called Buddha!"

The Buddhists did not respond, nor did they even look at her, they just concentrated on chanting the scriptures.

It seemed as if everything in the world, including life and death, had nothing to do with them.

"If they could understand human language, they wouldn't be here." Jiang Lin said.

Ma Ningyan looked over immediately, and Jiang Lin understood her concerns.

Looking at the millions of Buddhists still standing in front of Mount Xumi, Jiang Lin took out something from his arms and said, "If you don't want to look, just look at it less."

Without waiting for Ma Ningyan to react, Jiang Lin threw the object into the air.

It was a ball of fire as big as a fist. As it flew up, it grew in the wind.

In the blink of an eye, it grew dozens or even hundreds of times.

There was a loud explosion in the air, and countless flints fell from the sky.

From the front of the army all the way to the foot of Mount Sumeru, it covered the entire area.

Nearly one million Buddhists will be affected.

Endless flames rose up, and in the blink of an eye, this place turned into a real hell on earth.

Being killed with one blow wouldn't cause much pain.

But being enveloped in flames and having to have a certain level of skill to resist is the real torture.

Their skin and flesh were slowly peeled off in the flames.

The bright red flesh and blood was burned into charcoal.

After peeling off, the next layer of fresh flesh and blood is revealed.

This goes on layer after layer until it reaches the white bones.

The extremely strong burnt smell made many soldiers' faces turn pale and they couldn't help but vomit.

The civilian officials who followed the army in the rear had seen killings and had experienced many wars.

But nearly a million people were burned to death at the same time. No one had ever seen such a tragic scene.

Especially when some Buddhists finally couldn't bear it anymore and uttered unbearable cries of pain, they immediately vomited out everything in their stomachs.

Even Ma Ningyan couldn't help but glance sideways at this moment, and finally understood why Jiang Lin said he didn't want to look just now, so she just looked less.

Such a scene is indeed not something that everyone can tolerate.

Only Jiang Lin looked at the raging flames that burned the Buddhists to charcoal.

There was no extra emotion in his eyes, and his heart only felt a little regretful.

I had finally managed to create some black magic sand, but before I had the chance to cause trouble for the Lu family and the Western Yi archers, I had to use it in a place like this.

But he had no choice but to do so. With the corrosive power of these Buddhists, if he really had to wait until he could kill them step by step to the foot of Mount Sumeru, there would be few border troops left.

Never mind, it’s nothing more than a little more hard work to create some Xuan Chi magic sand.

The Buddhist kingdom must be destroyed.

Otherwise, even if he killed all the Lu family members and left the Buddhist Kingdom, Jiang Lin would not be able to rest in peace.

"However, the power of the Xuan Chi Divine Sand is a bit stronger than expected. It seems that the concentration of heaven and earth vitality in this world is an alternative advantage for me." Jiang Lin thought to himself.

The flame of the Xuanchi Divine Sand came quickly and went away quickly.

Burn a person to ashes and he will naturally die.

The ground was covered with thick ash that not even the wind could blow away.

Jiang Lin held the knife and walked forward.

He was walking in the front, and when Ma Ningyan turned around, he had already left some distance behind.

Looking at the wide yet deep road ahead, it leads directly to the foot of Mount Sumeru.

A hint of fear flashed across Ma Ningyan's eyes.

She had known Jiang Lin for so long, but at this moment she suddenly realized why Jiang Lin had never been interested in fame and fortune.

"Because Grandpa Hong's methods are beyond our imagination."

"Everything in the world is like mud in a child's hands to him."

Ma Ningyan subconsciously looked towards the back of the army. Vaguely, she seemed to be able to see through the countless soldiers and see the fear and dread in the eyes of the civil servants.

It seems that I can hear their voices in my ears. These people are afraid of the existence of someone.

One person has the ability to destroy an army of millions.

If you rebel, it will be a serious threat to Daqian!
A murderous look flashed in Ma Ningyan's eyes. These idiots!

Because others are too powerful, they think that if they rebel, it will be a huge threat.

Don’t they understand that Grandpa Hong doesn’t care about any of this?

Even if the throne of Daqian was given to him, he probably wouldn't be willing to sit on it!

"After this battle, such remarks must be eradicated!"

Ma Ningyan withdrew her gaze and subconsciously took a deep breath, but was almost vomited by the stench.

But she still swallowed the breath firmly, and even took a deeper breath so that she could adapt as quickly as possible.

Then he flashed and chased in the direction of Jiang Lin and Mount Xumi.

Xu Wanqun and five other heavy cavalrymen followed closely behind.

Next came the soldiers, who now numbered less than 900,000. They tightly gripped their weapons and stared at the towering Mount Sumeru.

In my eyes, heart and mind, there is only one thing.

Kill all these beasts!
Chop that Buddha into ten thousand pieces and feed them to the dogs!

As for Mount Xumi, the toilet in my hometown is just missing a few stones.

(End of this chapter)