Temple of Madness

Chapter 412 Soldiers approach the city.

Chapter 412 Soldiers approach the city.

When Zhang Yang stepped on the ground with both feet, he felt the ground trembling faintly, as if thousands of troops were marching and shaking.

Zhang Yang suddenly felt bad. Zhang Yang put his ears on the ground, felt the four-week vibration, and could vaguely hear the sound of horseshoes coming from a distance.

Zhang Yang frowned, stood up tightly, and looked at the barren desert in front of him.

He changed the location of the secret land of Xinhua Kingdom twice, and the last time was to this desolate desert.

But when he heard the marching sound of the horseshoes just now, he was startled.

He didn't expect that the people from Buddha Kingdom and Yaozu would find the new address of Xinhua Secret Realm so quickly. It seems that he must get rid of the traitor as soon as possible.

Zhang Yang thought about it. This time, he mainly wanted to spy on the enemy cavalry outside, so he put the invisibility cloak on his body and disappeared into the air in an instant. Only gusts of strong wind showed the direction of his fast moving forward.

After a while, Zhang Yang chased after the army, and when he took a closer look, he was even more shocked.

I saw the entire army, not only millions of monster warriors, but also a large number of monster monks mixed in.

At the front of the team was a fallen angel with wings, but he had four wings behind him, and his strength was much weaker than that of the fallen angel pretending to be a Buddha.

Zhang Yang quickly flew into the army, with the blessing of the invisibility cloak, coupled with the concealment of breath, no one noticed that other people were mixed into the team.

Zhang Yang looked back at the Yaozu around him, and was taken aback for a moment.

I saw the people from the Yaozu, looking forward with confused eyes, as if they had no thinking of their own, just like the batch of living dead he had seen before.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yang quickly ran a few steps forward, rushed to the front of the team, and turned back again, even more frightened.

All the people at the front of the team were wearing black cloaks. After observing closely, Zhang Yang discovered that all the people under the cloaks were pale, cloudy eyes, and living dead without pupils.

Those living dead were all burned to death by the scorching sun, so why are there still people from the Buddha Kingdom?

And these undead people, don't they only obey the orders of Mingyi's father?
How come people from this Buddhist kingdom can control the living dead?

The more Zhang Yang thought about it, the more he felt that things seemed to be completely out of his control. He slowly raised his head and looked at the fallen angel at the front of the team.

Obviously this person is the leader of the team, if this person dies, the team will be leaderless, will it slow down their marching speed?

Zhang Yang secretly speculated in his heart that both of them are in the realm of iron bones, but he has many mysterious exercises on him, and part of the power in the relic has not been fully digested. If this power is used to attack, maybe It can achieve the strength of Huajin.

If he really fights with this fallen angel, Zhang Yang is sure that he can kill him instantly.

Just when Zhang Yang was thinking, a tornado suddenly blew up in front of him, rushing towards the army aggressively.

Zhang Yang was overjoyed immediately, this was God's help, if when the tornado rushed into the team, he could take advantage of the chaos and kill the leading fallen angel with one blow before everyone noticed.

After all, there are tens of millions of people behind this army. If they all attack him, Zhang Yang is not sure that he can retreat completely, but if he only fights against the leader alone, he is sure enough.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yang quickly condensed his true energy, waved all the wind attributes forward, and blessed it into the tornado. In an instant, the size of the tornado suddenly became larger, and the four weeks of yellow sand was involved, and it rushed towards the tornado at a faster speed. team.

The leading fallen angel stopped in his tracks, looked at the tornado with his brows furrowed, raised his hand to the army behind him, and ordered: "Although you obey the order, set up your formation immediately to resist the tornado."

As the fallen angel's voice fell, the tornado was gradually approaching, and it seemed that it was only a hundred meters away from reaching the front of the team.

And all the demon monks in the Buddhist kingdom sat down and began to chant scriptures loudly.

I saw golden Sanskrit characters gradually floating on all the monster monks, slowly rising into the air, and finally condensed into a light wall above the heads of the team, falling slowly, protecting everyone in it.

At the same time, the tornado had already arrived in front of the team, and the four weeks of yellow sand were overwhelmingly thrown onto the light wall.

Although the light wall has been blocking the wind of the tornado, there are still fine yellow sands, which constantly hit the light wall, and there is a faint cracking sound.

A smirk flashed in Zhang Yang's eyes, and he walked to the edge of the light wall, where there was a faint crack, raised his hand and punched hard.

In an instant, the light wall in front of him shattered a hole, and a large amount of yellow sand outside poured into the closure. With the strong wind, several monster warriors closest to the hole were immediately blown up.

Seeing that the army had fallen into chaos, Zhang Yang proudly raised his hand and punched the hole again.

I saw that the already precarious light wall made crackling sounds instantly, and a deep hole followed the place where Zhang Yang's fist fell, and split directly to the top of the head.

More yellow sand and strong wind poured into the wall of light, and those demon monks sitting cross-legged on the ground frowned and quickly recited scriptures to bless the power of closing, but it didn't have much effect.

Those low-strength monster warriors, like kites with broken strings, are usually blown up by the strong wind in the light wall.

The cloaks of the undead were also blown up by the strong wind, and the sun above their heads shone on them. In an instant, bursts of black smoke rose from the bodies of the undead, and they wailed in pain.

And the leading fallen angel also dodged immediately, flapping the wings behind him, and flew to the direction of the top of his head, stretched out his hand vigorously to press the light wall, and black mist emitted from the palm of his hand.

Gradually, the broken part of the light wall began to repair after touching the black mist.

Zhang Yang saw that the fallen angel was alone in the air, and the surrounding army was in a mess, and his eyes were even more proud.

His body was as fast as lightning, rushing towards the back of the fallen angel, forming fists with his hands, silently reciting the Panlong knot seal, and blessing the undigested power in the relic.

The fist that was flamboyant in an instant hit the back of the fallen angel's heart, and a huge force rushed into the fallen angel's body.

"you!"

The fallen angel turned around in shock and froze in place.

(End of this chapter)