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Chapter 324: Conquer the city! (ask for monthly ticket)

There was the roar of war horses and arrows raining down like rain, gathering the power of battle formations and pouring down on the city walls. The solid city walls had no protection from formations to begin with, and were severely hit by such military attack and killing moves, and could not be stopped at all.

The tiger's roar shook the whole area and echoed through the sky.

Saatanti, who was riding his pony and following Batur closely, opened his eyes wide and saw the divine tiger that seemed real rushing out. The sword beams swung by the golden scimitar cavalry formed the claws of the tiger, tearing towards the front.

In her impression, the city was tall, solid, and inaccessible, separating the city and the outside world like a natural moat. But it was torn apart under the sharp claws of the tiger like tofu.

The rubble was flying up and down, and the barrier that blocked them from the city in the past was no longer there. The tiger's silhouette never disappeared, and Saatanti heard the sound of a horse neighing like a dragon's roar. The shocked little girl raised her head and saw a scene that she would never forget in her life.

Huge bluestones fell down one after another, and a dragon-like warhorse stepped on the rubble in mid-air, then suddenly exerted force and stretched its body. The man riding on it held a heavy iron-mixed spear in his right hand, his battle robe fluttering, and his brows raised.

Just like the heroes in the epics sung in every corner of the Western Regions.

When a corner of the city wall collapsed, a horse leaped across the city. The storm in the sky, the thunder, the collapsed city, and the hundred thousand troops turned into the back of the horse leaping in the air.

It is deeply imprinted in everyone's memory.

The warhorse Li Guanyi was riding landed steadily, raised its head and neighed, as if inspired by the momentum and Dharma appearance of the battlefield. The special blood in the warhorse's body rose up, its breathing became heavy, and when it galloped, there seemed to be thunder under its feet.

The momentum of the military formation was depleted by more than half in just one strike.

After all, they are not a top-notch army. They are just in a scattered state. Although they were able to complete the attack just now because of their advance preparation and extremely high morale, they are unable to continue.

Li Guanyi used this powerful momentum to urge his mount to launch a final charge. His soul locked onto Ji Zongcheng. His internal energy and blood seemed to be boiling, and the heavy iron spear in his hand was shaking slightly.

The second usage of the famous generals in the Central Plains.

The tiger roared before and used the formation to break the city.

At this moment, with the mystery of the military situation, with the Western Region King's Seal as the center, a hundred thousand troops, a great victory, and the power to break the city, all gathered in one person. Li Guanyi could clearly feel that his strength was rapidly increasing in a short period of time.

Improve, soar!
Skyrocketing!!!

The tiger's roar continued.

In just a moment, Li Guanyi felt as if he had broken through the realm of the Sixth Heaven and reached a broader level. His soul was lively and vast, and he could mobilize the vitality of the surrounding heaven and earth and draw on the power of the military.

A famous general in the world.

One can use one's own spirit to control the military forces, which is an incredible method.

It can also gather the power of the army and strengthen my body!

Within a short distance, one person can defeat an entire country.

With me, you are invincible.

Ji Zongcheng was confronting the whale fisherman. He turned his eyes and heard the roar of a tiger. He saw with his own eyes that the tiger in the army formation suddenly transformed into a huge and boundless Western white tiger with two pale golden eyes.

The white tiger gallops and the famous general rides his horse.

Ji Zongcheng's pupils contracted violently and he defended himself instinctively.

The golden Buddha statue had a body made of glass and emitted an infinitely brilliant light. His hands suddenly clasped together. At this moment, he felt a terrifying sense of oppression, the fear that was almost imprinted deep in his soul, the fear of death that suddenly surged in intensity, causing him to instinctively avoid the leader of the formation.

Instead, he confronted this breath with all his strength.

Faced with the murderous intent that filled his heart in an instant, he almost instinctively clasped his hands together:
"Amitabha!"

The body of Liulijin merges with the Dharma form of the evil god Xiangliu.

In an instant, an angry statue of Vajra King with fangs exposed and a purple face appeared, with his feet being refined by blazing fire, and countless Buddha lights behind him. He used the best martial arts in the world, which was a secret that had not been passed down in the Western Buddhist country three hundred years ago.

"The Kingdom of Buddha is in the palm of your hand!"

"My Buddha is compassionate!"

The golden and glass body burst into boundless Buddha light, and then, in just an instant, it shattered layer by layer before the tiger's spirit.

The Buddha’s kingdom in the palm of your hand, penetrated in an instant!
The white tiger raised its head and bit down suddenly, ferociously and majestically, biting the golden body into pieces. Ji Zongcheng was in a trance and saw a man wearing heavy armor, with rolled up sleeves and a gun in his hand. He came over in an instant. Li Guanyi completely poured the powerful energy of the 100,000 people who broke the city into the spear in his hand.

Destroy the mountain!

In just a moment, this heavy iron spear with the charm of a tiger's roaring halberd pierced Ji Zongcheng's heart. The warhorse under his crotch was stimulated by the blood and murderous spirit of the battlefield, and it raised its head and neighed, and thunder sounded under its feet.

Ji Zongcheng clasped his hands together and clamped Li Guanyi's gun with his arm.

Being pushed by this vast charging force.

When his feet stepped into the ground, two gullies hundreds of feet long were pulled out with a rumbling sound. The terrifying military evil spirit tore his lungs and disrupted his meridians. He stared at Li Guanyi. He was indeed a top hero in the world of martial arts.

This charge was stopped abruptly by him.

But the blood in his mouth could not be stopped.

The military evil spirit used by Li Guanyi was the gathering of a hundred thousand people. For a contemporary general, even if he used many formations, the number of people he could control a hundred thousand people was not many. When they were combined, they became one. But when they dispersed at this moment, it was equivalent to a hundred thousand different energies running around in Ji Zongcheng's body.

If the body of the Glazed Vajra is not damaged, he can suppress it.

But at this moment, his Vajra Body was broken first, and his Qi flowed backwards, which instantly injured him. The young warrior held a heavy spear and looked down at him. At this moment, the arrogant aura in his eyebrows made him feel as if he saw another person:

"Buddha."

"How many troops does he have?"

Blood flowed from Ji Zongcheng's mouth: "You, who are you!!!"

Li Guanyi drew out his spear and pulled the reins with his left hand. The dragon horse, a strange beast that had stimulated its own bloodline during the charge on the battlefield, stood up. The beast was eight feet tall at the shoulder. Although it was strong, its ribs were protruding, and there was a clanging sound of steel when knocked. When the man stood up, the general looked even more arrogant and raised the spear in his hand, just like swinging a long stick.

The warhorse neighed and slammed down with its hooves.

The spear in his hand suddenly chopped down.

The gun handle was bent into a startling arc by this tremendous force, and then, with thunder and lightning, it struck Ji Zongchen's shoulder fiercely. The enormous force caused the guardian king of the Demon Sect, who had lived for more than two hundred years, to kneel down on the ground.

"I told you to kneel down."

The indifferent voice responded to him: "So."

"I am coming."

Ji Zongcheng's pupils contracted violently. He connected the scene he saw last night with the general in front of him. The surging sandstorm seemed like the rolling black robe he saw last night, but in the end, the illusion that seemed like Tuyuhun disappeared.

In front of him is a famous general who appeared in the Western Regions during this era.

Ji Zongcheng opened his mouth, spurted out blood, and fell down completely.

Li Guanyi took a deep breath, and the incomparably magnificent and bright light on the golden royal seal on his waist spread out. With an army of one hundred thousand and a surging momentum, the blessing gathered on Li Guanyi also began to plummet at this time.

Soon, the powerful feeling of gathering the momentum of a hundred thousand people in one body, as if he could swing a spear, blow up a city, and stab a master to death, disappeared, and Li Guanyi returned to an ordinary sixth-level foundation.

At best, the foundation is just a little bit more solid.

Old Siming, who was watching everything, grinned and felt a little buzzing in his head.

Why do you say there aren't many famous generals...

Not to mention the ability to command an army of one hundred thousand people, even if there is such a commander, most of them are [Strategists]. To carry the momentum of one hundred thousand people and to have a strong physique, it is more demanding than being a commander.

"Why is this kid's physique getting stronger and stronger?"

"Who made it for him?"

Old Siming paused, then scratched his head and said to himself somewhat embarrassedly:
"Ah, it seems to be me."

Li Guanyi was originally helped by the old Sima Ming, and his body of a fierce general was tempered by the Qi of Tuyuhun in the Golden King Seal. Later, he had many adventures, and successively practiced "The Tiger Roaring Bone Tempering Technique" of the White Tiger Sect and "The Buddhist Sutra of the Strong Man Who Moves Mountains" of the Living Buddha of the Western Regions.

His muscles and physique are becoming stronger and stronger.

Even though it is so powerful, it cannot withstand the force of an army of 100,000.

His complete transformation began last year, when many palace masters of the academy and the whale fisherman intercepted and killed the green-robed immortal who was the most vital person in the martial arts world. After he obtained a trace of the immortal body skill, he was able to achieve such a physique by combining both hardness and softness.

Old Siming grinned: "One hundred thousand commanders..."

"Be good."

"Fight a few big battles and leave your name in the future generations."

"after all……"

This was the situation during the Tuyuhun's heyday.

This era is more turbulent than three hundred years ago.

The old Siming looked into the distance and pursed his lips. Jiang Su, Chen Huang, the old lion on the grassland, the regent who almost destroyed the Dangxiang Kingdom from scratch in two years, as well as Yuwen Lie, He Ruoqinhu, Yue Pengwu, Li Guanyi...

In this era, there are almost more famous generals who can lead troops to launch large-scale battles than all the famous generals in the past three hundred years, or even five hundred years combined.

"Flowers are in full bloom, fire is in full bloom."

"The way of luck is that when it reaches its peak, it will decline, but it will also have a resurgence."

"If we cannot unify the country in this era, I'm afraid there will be hundreds of years of darkness and chaos..."

There was a hint of worry in the eyes of the playful old man, and he just sighed.

Li Guanyi exhaled, and he fell back to normal from the state where he seemed to be so powerful that he could do everything. He was somewhat uncomfortable, but he quickly woke up from this discomfort, felt something, and turned around.

The army behind had already rushed into the city, and some of them remained outside the city. They all stood solemnly, waiting for Li Guanyi to say something to end this risky strategy. Li Guanyi looked into these people's eyes and exhaled deeply.

He tightened the reins and the horse turned around with small steps.

He raised the heavy iron spear in his hand and pointed it at the sky.

The silver-haired leader of the formation saw Li Guanyi break through the city, charge into the formation, and defeat the enemy in one go, with such ferocity and momentum that he finally felt that this boy was not bad.

No, it's not bad.

The whale fisherman immediately changed his mind.

He sneered.

Just, a little bit, it's okay.

As for good?

Huh?! This guy is still far from it!
The whale fisherman lowered his eyes and naturally looked for his daughter, then saw a silver-haired girl wearing a hood, dressed like an astrologer, among the army. Yaoguang's position was in the absolutely safe center of the army.

Li Guanyi forced him to wear a set of soft armor.

The girl was not used to this, so Li Guanyi took some effort to ask her to put on armor, and then wear the astrologer's loose robe over the armor. The whale fisherman noticed that Yaoguang was not injured and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he noticed the fire unicorn in Yaoguang's arms, which had transformed into a long-haired cat.

The look in the whale fisherman's eyes finally relaxed completely.

So, it is...

not bad.

That being the case...

The whale fisherman's heart moved slightly, and the formation changed naturally. So, at the moment when Li Guanyi faced everyone and raised the weapon in his hand, the huge tornado sandstorm that seemed like the power of heaven and earth and enveloped the entire Agni City subsided.

Everyone saw that the gray and yellow sandstorm, which was as roaring as a dragon, began to slowly fall to both sides and subside from the moment Li Guan raised his spear. The yellow sand glowed golden in the sunlight, just like the golden sand from the gods that fell in the opening story of the legend.

Riding on the dragon horse with thunder under his feet, the god-given hero holds high the spear of victory, with the blue sky spreading out behind him.

Saatanti held his breath and watched the scene.

A sense of sacredness and majesty spreads out.

When Li Guan saw that the silver-haired man had disappeared, he took a deep breath, retracted his gaze, and shouted, "We have won a great victory!" He paused, pointed the spear in his hand forward, smiled, and said softly:
"Welcome to the victory I promised you."

"Here comes the victory we hunted together."

The young warrior put away his weapon, tapped his chest, bowed slightly, and said:

"Thank you all for fighting along the way."

"Gentlemen, it's mighty."

There was a moment of silence, and then cheers were heard.

"Tianger!"

"Tianger!!!"

…………

Old Sima Ming, holding the black tortoise, found the location of the whale fisherman very accurately. It was really easy to find, as long as he looked outward with the little girl Yaoguang as the center.

The Grand Master of Yin-Yang School looked around for a while and saw the whale fisherman sitting on the top floor of the restaurant in the Western Region City-State, holding a pot of wine and looking calmly at the girl over there. The old Siming laughed and spoke as usual, getting to the point, saying:
"Why did you help that kid Li Guanyi establish his authority?"

The whale fisherman immediately lost interest in the conversation and replied, "No."

Old Siming also picked up a pot of wine and curled his lips: "Don't give me that."

"Just now, he raised his spear and the storm subsided. This scene was enough to boost the morale of the soldiers even in the Central Plains. It will be recorded in history books and written about in great detail."

"In this Western Region, even the people of the entire city will be loyal to it, and it may even be called a miracle in unofficial history."

The whale fisherman said, "A miracle? If the ancient red dragons are ancient gods, then the Nine-Colored Deer is one of the origins of the Buddha in the legend. It is a thing that cannot be explained by humans, and it is given the title of God and passed down to future generations."

"It's wild enough."

The old Siming said: "If wild history is not wild, how can it be called wild history?"

"Why did you help him?"

The whale fisherman sneered, "Help him?"

"Humph."

"I just feel that it is too tiring to maintain this formation, so I just want to disperse it."

"But I didn't help him."

Old Sima Ming grinned and didn't care about all this. He just stood there and looked at Li Guanyi's 100,000 troops. The placement of 100,000 troops was also a problem, but Li Guanyi had Fan Qing, Zhangsun Wuchou, and the key strategist Po Jun Guifu under his command.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner.

To appease the people and encourage the resumption of normal production and commercial activities; to settle the 100,000 troops and restrain those with violent tempers to avoid conflicts; to seal the city lord's attic and the armory to avoid various problems in the chaos...

Nangong Wumeng was leading his own detachment of troops.

Li Guan raised his spear, and the scene of the storm calming down had a huge impact on the people of this city. In fact, because this city is one of the three core bases of the Demon Sect, even ordinary people here believe in gods and Buddhas.

The impact of Li Guanyi's appearance on them was unimaginable.

After calming down and realizing that this army was not like those warlords in the Western Regions who plundered the people and even massacred people, he plucked up his courage and offered food, vegetables, fruits and clean water to welcome them.

Fan Qing's restraints were bought with money.

As for where the money comes from?
That is naturally the treasure house of this city.

Nangong Wumeng rode on a beast-level warhorse and held a spear in her hand. Even she had become accustomed to long-handled weapons after more than two years of military service, and in large-scale battles, she had to coordinate with more than one person's movements.

The sword energy, the blade light, and many powerful martial arts are very strong.

However, it will destroy the coordination of the entire army and disrupt the military momentum. The core of high martial arts lies in the moves, reaction speed, and sustained ability, and finally the burst of combat power of a single soldier when alone.

She stuck her spear into the ground and listened leisurely to the wind from the western regions.

Feel the peace in your heart.

Suddenly she heard someone calling her. The woman with the mask on her face raised her head lazily and saw Li Guan striding towards her among the thousands of soldiers. The people in front of him made way for him. Nangong Wumeng was stunned.

Li Guanyi rushed over.

"Nangong, I'm looking for you!"

Nangong Wumeng was stunned.

Then his face turned red.

As if his hair was blown up, he jumped out a long way and shouted loudly:

"you you you!"

"You must want me to take people back quickly to bring back the luggage, cattle, sheep, and spoils left by the nobles!"

"Hurry up and take people to bring back the luggage, cattle and sheep we left behind, as well as the gold and precious jade left by the Demon Sect's high-ranking officials!"

Nangong Wumeng and Li Guanyi spoke almost at the same time.

Then Nangong Wumeng was stunned, tilted his head, and looked at the young man with enthusiastic eyes.

There was silence for a while.

Nangong Wumeng suddenly laughed out loud. The woman's laughter was so pleasant and proud that her stomach hurt. As expected, this guy was not a hero in the eyes of others. The general was just a poor and greedy person.

This is what it looks like, but only I know it clearly.

Nangong Wumeng skillfully punched Li Guanyi's chest with his fist, wiping the tears from his eyes, feeling inexplicably happy:
"Oh my, isn't this the great general, Tianger? The great hero bestowed by heaven, is he beginning to realize that he is poor now?"

"Didn't you act very heroically when you threw down those luggage?"

"It's time to call on people now."

Nangong Wumeng put her finger on her chin and smiled happily: "Well, call me good sister, it's not that I can't agree to it."

"Good sister!"

Li Guanyi's voice is like a dragon, with great momentum.

It was quick and decisive without any hesitation.

Hesitate? How much is that worth? How many nights of mutton soup can it buy?
Nangong Wumeng's movements were sluggish. He jumped out and hid behind a stone pillar. He shouted, "You, you, you have no sense of shame? You, you, you——"

"You wait for me!"

She yelled and turned away, with her helmet still on but her ears all red.

The city of Agni began to repair rapidly. Pan Wanxiu, Gongsun Huaizhi, and Xu Tiange tried to find a way to repair the city wall. After they occupied the city, there would inevitably be a counterattack. Only by withstanding the opponent's frustrated counterattack could they stand firm.

The whale fisherman merely blasted open the huge city gate. It would not be difficult to repair it, but the problem lay in the move that Li Guanyi led an army of 100,000 and formed a large formation to blast it open.

That was the battle formation that the Tuyuhun king was best at three hundred years ago.

The destructive power was incredible, and it blasted a huge hole in the city wall made of solid green rock. This was a real problem.

But everyone also knew that although this was troublesome, the momentum at that time had accumulated to that level, and if they didn't blast it out, it would not be satisfying and satisfying.

Ji Zongcheng's body was blown up by Li Guanyi, and another bullet pierced his heart.

But he did not die for the time being. Li Guanyi kept his life and planned to torture him for some information about the formation. After all, it involved Yaoguang's emotions. However, no matter Yaoguang's magic, Pojun's rhetoric, or even Shi Dalin's various Hou Zhongyu's powders, they were all useless.

Even though he was drugged with laxatives and aphrodisiacs, the old man with tattoos on his bald head just laughed and cursed, refusing to give in at all. His willpower was the strongest they had ever seen.

Upon seeing this, Li Guanyi planned to kill him, but at this moment, the old Siming brought a man in. The man had a well-trained body, rough brows, a bald head, a black monk's robe, and a water and fire stick. He was the stick monk Thirteen whom Li Guanyi met when he left the academy.

The monk put his hands together and bowed, saying:
"It's been a long time, Senior Brother Li Guanyi."

Li Guanyi said, "It's Master Thirteen. Why are you in the Western Regions?"

The monk scratched his head, not wanting to say that he had violated the instructions of the Living Buddha of the Central Earth. He burned the letter of recommendation and went directly to the most chaotic and miserable Western Regions. He simply said, "I am lost."

Everyone was speechless for a moment, and the monk said, "I think this Ji Zongcheng is also a Buddhist disciple. I wonder if I can give it a try?"

Li Guanyi said: "Why not come and give it a try."

Ji Zongcheng said: "Ha, what's the point of being a monk from the Middle Earth? Why don't you come to my Holy Religion and renew the Lingshan Mountain in the West."

Monk Thirteen said, "Buddha says that all living beings are equal."

Ji Zongcheng laughed wantonly. His body was broken and blood was flowing from his chest, but he was still arrogant and domineering. He said, "All living beings are equal. Then why do the Buddhas in the Buddhist scriptures stand high above and watch the reincarnation of all living beings in the world?"

"His compassion is nothing more than the words of a high position to the weak."

"If I unchain a slave, it makes no difference!"

"The strong should be strong, the weak should be bullied, all the rules will not be imposed on me!"

The stick monk fell into deep thought. After thinking for a while, he said, "You are right."

Ji Zongcheng was stunned: "???"

The monk with a stick stood up and said to Li Guanyi, "Brother, this man is beyond saving."

"Kill him."

Li Guanyi said, "Okay."

Ji Zongcheng suddenly became angry and shouted, "You are not going to argue with me, why do you say such words?!" The monk scratched his head and said, "Have you let it go?"

Ji Zongcheng was silent for a long time, thinking about the past, the Western Buddhist country, and all the sorrows. Finally, he sighed and said, "I let it go."

The monk with a stick asked, "What did you let go of, evil creature?"

Ji Zongcheng was stunned and replied, "Persistence."

The stick monk Thirteen said: "Since I have let go of my attachments."

"Then be on your way with peace of mind."

Ji Zongcheng was stunned, but saw that the monk had grabbed a heavy iron stick, and with a burst of strength, he smashed it down hard. Ji Zongcheng's body was broken by Li Guanyi. With just this one blow, his crown was severely shattered and blood was splattered.

This caught everyone off guard. The monk picked up a rag to wipe his stick and said, "The good should be saved, and the evil can be killed. Although the Buddha is merciful, he also has the wrath of a diamond."

"Although I do not approve of your Buddhist teachings, I respect your qualifications to debate the Dharma."

"I can't argue with you."

"I have no choice but to send you to see Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva for a debate."

"After all, you can't go to heaven for your sins."

Shi Dalin's eyes widened, and he asked, "Young Master, doesn't killing animals harm the merits of monks?"

The monk thought for a moment and replied, "It's a loss."

"But if I kill, I lose some merit, but if I eliminate evil, I gain some merit, right?"

"After a while, it's okay."

"As for the problem."

The monk who had mastered the thirteenth level of horizontal training pointed at the fallen Ji Zongcheng and said with a smile:
"Thanks to the guidance of my master, I have learned a little bit of telepathy."

"Master of martial arts, divine will cannot be changed."

"You can give it a try."

(End of this chapter)