Maoshan Taoist priests practice falsehood and become reality

Chapter 215 S-Class Attack

The setting sun is like blood, on the edge of the city outside the ninth district.

Above the blocked subway tunnel, ten Tiger tanks were cleverly hidden in the green forest, and six combat helicopters were hovering at high altitude. Special forces composed of extraordinary beings armed with various weapons are lurking in the jungle, waiting for the opportunity.

Rumble!
Accompanied by violent explosions, the ground trembled slightly, as if explosives were detonated underground, and the shock wave spread, making the forest where everyone was hiding tremble.

Since the day before yesterday, intermittent explosions have been coming from deep underground, and the noise is getting louder and louder, and the distance is getting closer.

Everyone understood that it was the S-class Elos from Area 1 who was using his terrifying destructive power to clear the falling rocks blocking the road.

What a terrifying power!

The extraordinary people present knew that the knowledge of S-class evil spirits was limited to the classroom, and the upper limit of their daily exposure to S-class evil spirits was only B-class evil spirits.

For this reason, every sound turned into a steel fist, hitting the chests of the extraordinary people, making them look pale and find it difficult to breathe.

Thinking about the possibility of a head-on collision with an S-class evil spirit next, I couldn't help but feel my stomach churn.

A transcendent person recognized this senior who had participated in the exploration outside the wall and couldn't help but ask:
"Senior Wei, have you ever seen an S-class evil spirit?"

That war made mankind realize that their proud weapon, Tianguang, had no effect on S-class evil spirits, let alone other weapons. If Xia Jinling had not chosen to sacrifice at the last moment, I am afraid that the entire extraordinary force and two million residents would have stayed in District 12.

"I hope the gods will bless you!"

"Well, please help us not to take action."

Wei Zonglin narrowed his eyes and couldn't help but recall the Red Moon incident ten years ago.

The Taoist priests set up a super-large altar with an area of ​​nearly 800 square meters at the scene, and its scale is no less than the legendary Luotian Dajiao.

The real main force is at the front, which is the group of Taoists from Maoshan Taoist Temple.

The incense burner lit up the smoke and the flags fluttered. The group sat on futons, closed their eyes and meditated, with solemn expressions.

"Do we have any chance of winning?"

The big altar consists of twenty small altars, of which the two largest altars are served by three Taoist priests from the Maoshan sect, Shouzi generation and Zhizi generation.

The man slowly spread his scarlet wings, instantly turning the bright moon red, thus kicking off the Red Moon Incident.

Things that were scorned and labeled as superstitious in the past are now like a tonic, slowly soothing the tense nerves of extraordinary beings.

"Of course... I've seen it."

Wei Zonglin is also in the team of extraordinary people. After enjoying three months of retirement, he took the initiative to join the army after learning that an S-class evil spirit was about to invade, hoping to save his life on the battlefield to alleviate his sins.

When everyone thought they had successfully recaptured District 12 and were holding a grand celebration banquet, a strange figure suddenly appeared in front of the moon above the clouds.

Around the altar, there are tall and powerful altar-protecting statues. Each statue is more than two meters high, and the statue of Wang Lingguan is more than three meters high. These were all consecrated by the deceased Elder Xuanheng, standing in the cold wind. Quite majestic.

What kept everyone from escaping was that they were not on the front line.

Is there a chance?

Relying on these meager weapons and hundreds of fledgling Taoist priests from the Maoshan sect, to be honest, Wei Zonglin found it very difficult.

If Taoist Master Xuanheng is still alive, he has a three to four chance of winning. Give Taoist Master Xuanheng another ten years, and he should have a 70% to 80% chance of winning. "Whether there is a chance of winning or not, you will only know after playing."

Wei Zonglin comforted these extraordinary beings, but they probably didn't know that the entire fifth area had been reduced to ashes by the destruction of evil spirits.

"Yes, maybe we will win! As long as we win this battle, humans can regain control of the safe zone..."

Before he finished speaking, the ground suddenly shook violently, and with a deafening explosion, the mountain in front cracked, and boulders rolled, hitting the altar.

The sound of obscure incantations echoed, and the rolling boulders that were supposed to destroy the altar seemed to be bounced off by an invisible barrier.

Smoke and dust fell to the ground, and the surroundings were devastated. Through the telescope, it could be seen that the entire altar was intact, and even the five offerings on the offering table were not stained with dust.

A landslide that was enough to submerge a mountain village was blocked so easily. The power of Taoism is beyond human imagination.

No one raised their arms and shouted, and the emotions that were supposed to rise and fall were suppressed by the figure suspended in the air.

Unknowingly, the sun sets in the west, the bright moon is like a hook, and in front of the moon, a beautiful figure stands, with her chest rising and falling, and the gauze floating in the air. It should have been indescribable and charming, but it has become cold because of the murderous aura reflected in the cold eyes. Incomparable.

For three months, Elos worked in the dark underground tunnels to clean up the rubble with brute force.

She could have left the chores to her men, but after learning about Mirage's death and Spider's betrayal, she completely lost her patience.

His ruthless eyes swept across the earth, and the extraordinary beings who had tried so hard to hide themselves were exposed in his eyes.

Finally, Elos's eyes fell on the brightly lit altar. Those strangely dressed Taoist priests and dozens of seemingly lifeless statues made her feel a faint sense of crisis.

"Is this the power of the killing flow? I can't understand it at all..." Elos, who was confused, did not act immediately. She raised her hand at will, and hundreds of shadows sprang out from the broken mountain. They were the ones she had collected in four months. subordinates.

Elos's ability is to inspire human beings' inner desires and imaginations, and based on their imaginations, people will mutate into their ideal appearance.

For this reason, when the moonlight disperses the shadows, those on the ground see the legendary angel.

It is not a beautified blond humanoid angel, but an angel recorded in the Bible. It has no beautiful appearance and does not even have a human form.

For example, one of them has four different faces, namely a human-shaped front face, a lion-shaped right face, an ox-shaped left face, and an eagle-shaped back face.

They also have four wings on their bodies, their hands are hidden under the wings, and their feet are like cow hooves, emitting light. The most terrifying thing is that whether it is on the wings, hands or legs, the whole body is covered with eyes.

Another example is another one, shaped like a wheel, as if there were wheels within wheels, with a color like beryl, and hundreds of eyes on his body.

"Is that still an evil spirit?" Just looking at it made the pupils of the extraordinary troops tremble, their brains shrank, and their sanity plummeted. "Do we really want to fight these monsters?"

"kindness."

Wei Zonglin responded nonchalantly, his eyes falling on a fleshy ball-shaped angel with four pairs of wings made of hundreds of faces.

Among the densely pale cheeks, he saw Shen Nanzhi's face. As if he felt a familiar gaze, his eyes that should have been closed suddenly opened. The eyes as clear as water in the memory were full of hatred, shooting into the depths of Wei Zonglin's soul from thousands of meters away.

Wei Zonglin felt a pain in his chest and dropped the telescope in his hand to the ground.

"Click."

Xia Xiaoling, who was sitting on the altar, opened her eyes, her eyes were filled with golden light, and she looked straight at the evil demons that were densely packed like locusts in the sky.

The battle is imminent!
(End of this chapter)