In the troubled times of the ten directions, the Martial Saint in the world!

Chapter 211 Manzhushahua, the heroic soul of the past! (one more)
By the side of the ancient city tower.

The handsome young man in green shirt had a deep smile in his eyes, and gently stroked the ancient arrow rest with a burning meaning in his hand.

Between the five fingers, there are thousands of flaming arrows falling down like a shower of locusts.

"Master Bishamon, this old Beacon Tower of the Eastern Wu Dynasty is indeed quite capable." A rather hoarse voice sounded, and the thin black gauze was stained with some blood, outlining an incomparably graceful figure.

This is an exquisite beauty.

"Under the sky full of arrows and crossbows, there should be enough dead souls, right?"

The somewhat solitary figure walked slowly, with the black gauze fluttering, as if she was in the mist in the smoke.

"Enough."

The young man named "Bishramon" nodded slightly, and slightly closed his palms.

The incomparably holy Buddha light blooms.

Behind him, a mighty phantom of gods emerged.

He is two feet taller, and his whole body is like sandalwood gold, with one side and two arms.

In the right hand, there is this glazed umbrella inlaid with countless treasures; on the left hand, there is an exquisite white jade mouse.

"Buddhist Dharma protector, Dabi Shamentian, and the king of the North Duowen Zuntian!"

When the hoarse voice resounded, the nearly substantial golden radiance condensed, and the simple and mysterious formation spread out from the young man's palm.

"The first time I used it, it worked out pretty well."

The young man smiled confidently.

Gold, silver, glass, coral, amber, clam, agate, the treasures called "seven treasures" in Buddhism were scattered in the formation by him.

A smear of rich blood condensed, blooming bright red, a haze that seemed real and unreal.

"If it weren't for Zhu Qingfeng's silly daughter, I might not have been able to collect such perfect seven treasures. Manzhu Shahua's summoning went much smoother than I imagined."

"Even if you lose the old man's Corpse Soul Worm, it's still worth it!"

The young man looked into the distance.

The blood on the ground gradually dissipated, replaced by the ocean-like red flowers.

Countless hazy shadows slowly condensed.

"People in the world are so ignorant that they actually think that the treasure between the Red Cliff altars is the fragments of the leftover magic weapon. It's extremely ridiculous!" The young man smiled calmly: "How many heroes fought on this battlefield in the past."

His hand slowly passed over the hazy black shadow, and said in a low voice: "Now time is passing, even though they have passed away. But with the extraordinaryness of Manzhushahua, combined with the remaining breath in this red cliff altar, it is enough to call back their memory." Revenant!"

"This is what I need."

The woman shrouded in black veil shook her head slightly: "The man has passed away, even if he can bring back the souls of the past. But it's just like a walking dead, you can't get the inheritance."

The young man laughed loudly, with a bit of heroism in his eyes: "Who said what I want is inheritance?"

There was something domineering in his eyes:

"Our Li family is also considered to be a relative of the emperor. My grandmother is the eldest sister of the Empress Wen. Today, His Majesty has no way, and the world will be in chaos sooner or later. It is the best policy to make plans as soon as possible!"

"Inheritance or something, I don't care! What I want is the dragon and tiger luck of the emperor in troubled times!"

"What I want is the life of the king!"

Endless flame crossbow arrows fell from the sky.

On the surging blade of thunder, there is a surge of pure and holy Buddha light.

The saber energy is like a wave, sweeping all directions.

bang bang bang-

The broken arrows and crossbows scattered all over the place like rocks in a strong wind.

Sparkling sparks splashed all over the ground.

"What a domineering crossbow, its power is definitely not inferior to the court's godly crossbow!"

Suddenly, a faint cold wind swept through the whole body.

Chen Xiu frowned slightly, and murmured: "Such a gloomy aura, is it a reversal of the situation of life and death? Could it be that there are also fragments of the reincarnation seal here?"

When his eyes swept over, he noticed.

The river on both sides of the building boat was already as bright red as blood.

There seems to be a magical power between the delicate and beautiful petals, which makes people feel a little immersed in it.

The more intense breath of life and death drifted away.

Looming, mottled figures like ghosts emerged above the corpses.

"The souls of the past are all resurrected."

Chen Xiu murmured: "Could it be that this is the legendary Manjushahua?"

Manzhushahua, also known as the other shore flower.

According to legend, it is a flower that blooms on the other side of the living and can awaken the memory of the dead.

On the building boat, there are endless dead souls floating around at this moment.

A huge evil spirit swept across the sky.

Chen Xiu's eyes fell on the space bag.

The cold light flickered, and the red crescent halberd fell into his palm.

The silver-blue ferocious heavy armor condenses in the void, and a huge and burly figure like a ghost slowly emerges, holding a bright silver crescent halberd, shouldering an eagle, with a tiger's head on its chest, and a hooked sickle scimitar hanging on its waist .

The Ancient Summons the Tiger!

The head of the five good generals of the Northern Wei Dynasty, Marquis of Jinyang, former general!

Zhang Liao, Zhang Wenyuan!

boom!
Endless evil spirit, soaring into the sky!

At this moment, Chen Xiu felt like he was on the battlefield of iron and blood.

Between the swaying of the building and the boat, the endlessly revived souls bowed their heads at this moment!
A wave of iron-blooded domineering power swung away!

Young Master Qingshan looked back suddenly, with a bit of solemnity in his eyes, he murmured: "How is it possible, there are already dead souls revived!"

How could anyone move faster than him?

Even though those generals are now bones among the barren graves, they are still famous in history.

Before they were alive, they were all god generals in troubled times!
Namanzhushahua alone is not qualified to call back their dead souls! !
Only when the weather, location, and people are harmonious, all three can be combined.

"The moment when the iron rope crosses the river can take advantage of the time; between buildings and boats, it can take advantage of the land! As for this combination, I can only say that this guy is very lucky. It was a coincidence that he found the soldier in the palm of the former Northern Wei Dynasty general." blade."

The young man's eyes narrowed slightly: "It's just that he is too reckless."

"Why do you say that?" The woman's hoarse voice sounded.

The young man said slowly: "Even though the fused generals are from the past, their skills, cultivation, supernatural powers, and even affinities are all different. Sometimes, it will be counterproductive."

His eyes fell on the cloud-like evil spirit, and he said in a concentrated voice: "Such a huge evil spirit, I am afraid that very people can control it."

"not to mention."

There was a bit of indifference in the young man's eyes: "Even if he calls back the five good generals, so what? After all, they are the emperor's servants. Among the red cliffs, only the three overlords are my goals!"

"It is recorded in the classics that after the Battle of the Red Cliff, the Yelong of the Northern Wei Dynasty was severely injured, and his destiny was no longer there; the real dragon of the Western Shu, and the Yellow Dragon of the South of the Yangtze River rose up with the wind. The pattern of three parts of the world is now kicked off. What you want is , whose luck is it?" The woman spoke slowly.

The young man smiled leisurely.

Walking down the arrow rest, holding it in hand.

A thunderous white rainbow flickered.

"That's my choice."

A confident smile appeared on the young man's face, as if everything was under control: "Jiangnan Eastern Wu Emperor Huanglong, wielding the six swords of the King of Wu!"

"One is called Baihong, the other is called Zidian, the third is called evil spirits, the fourth is called shooting stars, the fifth is called Qingming, and the sixth is called Baili! Whoever sends out the six swords together will soar into the sky!"

At this moment, thunder bloomed in the sky in the distance.

(End of this chapter)