Taoist Master wants to live forever

Chapter 133 Madness

Accompanied by waves of buzzing sounds from bowstrings, this can be called a rain of arrows flying straight towards Pingyang Zhenren on the high platform of the square.

Many of the arrows were wrapped in flames, trying to ignite the wooden platform.

The arrows shot through the air, and the sound of "whooshing" was heard endlessly, which made people feel chilly.

Master Pingyang snorted coldly, took the fly whisk from the hand of the boy behind him, and flicked his sleeve robe.

Suddenly, there was a strong wind around the high platform, which caused the bows and arrows to sway and lose their accuracy. The arrows of some strong archers could shoot up, but they had no power and fell crookedly on the platform.

Wen Lianggong in the distance could see clearly that several arrows flew three feet in front of Zhenren Pingyang, but were pushed away by an invisible force and fell to the ground.

The two armies below collided with each other in an instant. The elite soldiers in the front row of both sides were knocked over in an instant. The soldiers who were knocked to the ground had no chance to get up. The soldiers who were still conscious could only curl up as hard as they could. Those who could not react in time were killed. The soldiers who followed him were instantly trampled into pulp.

The entire battlefield was extremely brutal almost from the beginning. A total of four to five thousand troops fought fiercely in the small square of Bei Ye City. A large number of soldiers from both sides fell down almost every second. The soldiers on both sides were extremely fierce and seemed to only attack but not defend. What's more, the madness reaches the extreme.

As for Fang Wenyuan, when he collided with Zhou Chi and others in an instant, except for the first shot that sent Liu Ren flying out without knowing whether he was alive or dead, his speed was slowed down and he was instantly entangled by the remaining five people. With the power of armor, he was evenly matched with Fang Wenyuan for a while.

Those who can be called Xuanjia will naturally become spiritual over time, and can bless the wearer and gain one or two percent more strength out of thin air.

In this level of fighting, the strength of one or two levels higher will open up a huge gap.

This was also the reason why they dared to compete with Fang Wenyuan who had perfected his fourth practice after completing the third practice.

"It's really lively."

Wen Lianggong looked with interest and wonder at the battlefield below that could be called a scene of purgatory. I am afraid that even the historically famous Battle of Xiangji Temple would not be as tragic as it is now.

Both sides were at risk of death. In just ten minutes, the number of casualties on both sides exceeded three levels.

But despite this, the soldiers of the two houses still became more brave and crazy as they fought.

Qi Zhen couldn't bear it, but she suppressed it, and then looked at the high platform.

"What are you going to do?"

Hearing Qi Zhen's question, Wen Lianggong pondered for a while but did not respond. This reply was meaningless, and he was not from either party.

He was thinking about how to break the illusion of Beiye City.

Seeing that Wen Lianggong didn't reply for a long time, Qi Zhen couldn't hold it in any longer.

"I go first!"

After saying that, he rushed downwards with his sword, wanting to do his part.

Seeing Qi Zhen rushing into the battlefield and fighting with the private soldiers of the small and medium-sized families, he suddenly woke up.

Is there any need to think about this? I blame myself for being too smart now and thinking too complicatedly. As long as I prevent Master Pingyang from making sacrifices and prevent Beiye City from happening again, then logically speaking, the entire operating system will be cut off. , will naturally collapse completely.

On the high platform, Dufa Zhenren glanced at the battlefield like Shura Hell below, the smile on his face disappeared, and his expression gradually became cold.

"You want to use flesh and blood as a guide, Pingyang, you are so cruel!"

Taoist Pingyang was full of indifference and said in a cold tone: "Now that the world has changed drastically, if the Wei State wants to survive, it will naturally have to pay some costs. These are naturally small compared to the entire Wei State."

Master Dufa snorted coldly: "The Emperor of Wei is so cruel and cold-natured, and he is not far from destruction."

There was a mocking look on Pingyang's face: "If we die, it won't be your turn to be a demon." After saying that, he made the seals in his hands, muttered words in his mouth, and stepped on the steel with his feet. Suddenly, the wind blew, and the people on the altar were The wax fire soared.

Master Dufa also started to fight almost at the same time. Just like Master Pingyang, he was fighting with each step, making secrets in his hands and chanting words in his mouth.

Hidden on the roof in the distance, he was about to get up. Wen Lianggong paused suddenly. He could feel an extremely obscure wave spreading from the two of them.

It's swaying along the entire battlefield.

what is this? !!

When that mysterious wave spread through his body, the uncontrollable chills on his body stood on end, and goosebumps appeared one after another.

What the hell?

There was a slight movement in Wen Lianggong's heart, and the Taiping Art was activated instantly. After taking a silent breath, several electric arcs suddenly lit up around him.

Crack!

The sound of a few sparks suddenly silenced the noisy battlefield with shouts of death.

All eyes were focused on him.

Anticipating this, Wen Lianggong took a deep breath and stood up slowly. The bronze body strength and the iron grinding strength were both activated, and the energy and blood were agitated and congested under the exertion, causing his body shape to quickly enter the extreme state.

After fully developing his strength, he was more than two meters tall, with muscles all over his body, like armor blocks, with a large number of veins protruding, making his body appear covered with a large area of ​​blue armor, like a green python wrapped around him. Terrible and terrifying.

He spread his arms slightly and breathed out from both noses. Two lines of white air visible to the naked eye spurted out from his nostrils.

At the same time, the Taiping Essential Technique began to rotate rapidly, and as the Thunder Technique rotated, the spirit began to condense, trying to avoid this obscure fluctuation.

Facing the emotionless gazes of Taoist Pingyang and Master Dufa, and the gazes of thousands of people on the entire battlefield, although Wen Lianggong felt uncomfortable in his heart, an unexpected smile appeared on his face.

The entire quiet battlefield only froze for a breath, and then it seemed that Beiye City had finally overcome this bug. The entire battlefield continued to recover like before after being fragmented, and the thunderous shouts of killing resounded through the sky again.

On the high platform, the two Taoists Dufa and Pingyang were also walking around, performing various Taoist spells, either cursing to kill, borrowing objects to start fire, attracting Yinxie to help, or truly calling for wind and rain, Qimen Dunjia. .

If he hadn't practiced the Taiping Art and knew the dangers inside, Wen Lianggong would have thought he was watching a movie.

Seeing that he had recovered, Wen Lianggong was relieved. If they were really going to attack him, there would be no need to play around and he could just lie down and settle the matter.

At this moment, a thunderous sound exploded in Wen Lianggong's ears.

"A certain family always wins. When you report to the King of Hell, remember to mention my name!"

Hearing this familiar voice, Wen Lianggong turned his head and saw the general holding a heavy mace and wearing heavy armor charging toward him.

The sound is like a mountain fire, and the action is like wind and thunder. Every step he takes can trample a big hole in the roof of the tile roof, like a fierce tiger, coming out to bite people.

Wen Lianggong's expression was cold, and his eyes were filled with excitement. Seeing this, he refused to retreat but advanced instead. He was holding the long-handled Mo Dao that was on the verge of breaking in his hand. He ran with all his strength and slashed away.

Below, the sky was ablaze at this moment, and the entire Beiye City fell into a kind of madness. The people who were driven in were wailing in this battlefield.

(End of this chapter)