When everyone was still immersed in the joy of the New Year, Calamity of Demonic Obstacles suddenly appeared. In other words, disasters always appear when they are not prepared. Accompanied by a sound similar to the breaking of a qi machine, a huge fierce bird fell from the sky and descended into the world.
He opened his sharp claws and directly grabbed a person's shoulder, then tore that person apart like he was crushing tofu.
Blood and organs exploded.
It splashed on the ground and on the people around.
Dissipates heat.
Next to him were his parents with white temples. They were just talking about the New Year. The man said that he had earned some money this year and would buy some nice things for his parents during the New Year. He bought a bottle of good wine and pulled cloth to make fashionable clothes. His parents were a little reluctant for their children to spend money. After saying a few words, the man became a little angry and went to buy things by himself. His parents followed behind and felt a little embarrassed.
Say enough, enough, the clothes at home can still be worn.
The same goes for wine worth thirty-five cents.
Just when you are saving money, you can't be so lavish.
Then in the blink of an eye he died here.
After his mother became stunned, she almost instinctively pounced on her bloody son. Another fierce bird pounced down. The old man with a slightly bowed waist picked up a stool from a nearby stall and threw it angrily, blocking it in front of his wife and children. Then he was torn into pieces. The white-haired and wrinkled woman had tears in her eyes, and the third one fell to the ground.
The tragedy in that moment turned the entire street from festive and cheerful to tragic panic.
People were pulling their children, or running wildly, with panic in their eyes, and this scene appeared in more than two hundred cities and towns throughout Zhongzhou City at the same time. The tragic blood soaked such a majestic city, and fierce monsters fell from the sky, tearing people's flesh and blood, and destroying their bodies wantonly.
People ran away in panic and hid in the house, but they soon discovered that, not to mention the thatched roofs of ordinary poor people, even the houses of rich families with masonry as the structure and beams as the beams were not able to withstand the penetration of these monsters. The shivering man hiding in the house with his child raised his head and saw cracks in the masonry.
There was fear in his eyes, and the child asked, "Dad, the house is moving..."
"Nothing, it's okay."
He forced a smile, then held the child in his arms, turned around and faced the outside with his back.
A huge fierce bird swooped down and the man turned pale, and suddenly an invisible force of energy swept over him.
In an instant, the fierce bird turned into a pool of flesh and blood.
A talisman appeared in the room, and the white-haired old Daoist held a sword and said, "Don't move."
"Stay within the range of the talisman."
"You are..."
The man's eyes widened and his face turned pale. Before he could ask, Refining Yang Temple's old Daoist walked out again.
The long sword sweeps across to kill demons, and the talisman is swept out to disperse the dirty energy, ensuring temporary safety.
Daoist Primordial Prenatal Qi previously retrieved Life Treasure. If the three talents are complete, the state of the Daoist will always remain at the peak of Primordial Prenatal Qi and will not change with age. There was a decline, but even so, there was still a limit. Old Daoist's talismans were constantly exhausted. He knew very well that this was no longer a problem that the mere Daoist priest Primordial Prenatal Qi could handle.
Not even True Person can solve this calamity, which has been planned for a long time to wipe out millions of people in a city.
However, how can people in the world sit idly by and watch the affairs of the world?
It cannot be done, but it must be done.
Two hundred years of practicing Daoism are not in vain.
"The sound is too weak, the filth is scattered!"
Old Daoist slashed away with his sword.
He tried his best to save people. Even though his strength was weak, he could still save people. Cultivation requires cultivating the mind. The Dao is never ruthless.
And more people choose to instinctively run to temples and Daoist temples after discovering that their houses cannot protect them.
Central Province Prefecture City There is Jue Ming Temple. The temple is huge and quite luxurious. There is a Buddha hall Buddha Hall, in which thousands of Buddha statues and the Buddha's golden body are extremely exquisite and can be called treasures. At this moment, people are flocking here and want to come in, but at this time, the door of the temple is closed.
People were crying and banging on the door outside.
But the door could not be opened, monks looked sad, the old host sighed, and suddenly there was a noise.
"What's the noise about?!!"
"Ah, Temple Supervisor Martial Uncle."
"This..."
Many young monk got out of the way. A tall, greedy monk came over with a Buddhist beads in his hand. He frowned for a long time, raised his hand to brush aside the monk around him, walked up to the old monk, and said politely, "President, what are you doing? Why don't you open the door!"
"You want to die without saving me?!"
The old host said sadly, "The wing rooms and guest rooms are already full of people."
"All monk are here. Give the house to the people, and the monsters will fall from the sky."
"The house in the temple has been smudged by the incense machine for a long time, and it can still withstand some resistance. Without the shelter of the house, the people who come here will die, and it will attract more demons. In that case, the people hiding in the house will also die... Zhen Jing, do you want to save some people, or do you arrogantly want to save them all, but in the end let everyone die? Do you understand the choice?"
"Buddhist disciples are still capable of fighting and will protect this person hiding in this temple."
Temple Supervisor monk Zhen Jing was silent and suddenly cursed, "Silly bald donkey!"
"I have a solution!"
He turned around and strode away, and went directly to the Thousand Buddha Hall. Soon there was a burst of shattering sound, and the sound of the Buddha statue breaking could be heard. Monk actually smashed all the Buddha statues that had been enshrined for thousands of years, and then threw them out of the hall like garbage.
In the end, he didn't give up and ran straight to the Main Hall. Old monk was startled, then turned pale with shock and said:
"Zhen Jing, what are you going to do?!"
"What to do?"
The monk laughed loudly, and many monk were frightened. They ran forward together and were immediately frightened. When they saw the monk carrying the Buddha statue of the Mahavira Hall on his back, he walked out step by step with his eyes raised. Because he was carrying the Buddha on his back, no one dared to block his way and allowed him to walk out, saying:
"Practice Buddhism, save the world and save people!"
"Isn't there a house here? Hahahaha, old man, you are still not as smart as me."
"Why don't you let me be the host?"
"The Hall of Thousand Buddhas has received incense from the common people for thousands of years. Disciples, take the statues of Buddhas and engrave Buddhist scriptures to form a grand formation!"
"Yes!"
Monk Zhen Jing laughed loudly, "My disciple, open the door!"
Those who were still young monk hurriedly ran to open the door. People came in all at once, pushing and shoving, wanting to squeeze themselves in. It was chaotic and noisy, including crying, making noises, and swearing. It was so chaotic that everyone wanted everyone in front to get behind them, but suddenly they heard a roar:
"If you make any further moves, the poor monk will throw you all out, smash you to the ground, and smash you into a pulp to attract the monsters!"
Everyone was startled and their hearts seemed to stop beating. They turned around and saw a monk standing there, it was Temple Supervisor monk.
He raised his eyes and said in a deep voice:
"Buddhist disciples form a stick formation, the younger ones go first, then the younger ones, and finally the older ones."
A drunken old man said angrily, "Why?! Isn't it said that we respect the elderly and love the young?"
Zhen Jing sneered, "You have lived for decades, and you don't have many years left. Young people still have decades to live. Are you going in and letting young people wait outside to die?"
old man was startled and said angrily, "Who are you monk!"
Monk scolded back directly, "I'm like this monk, come or not if you love me, get out!"
In the end, those who were able to come here alive were all nearby people who were accommodated in the temple. Monk people crushed the statues of the Thousand Buddha Hall and used these statues that had absorbed thousands of years of incense to write Buddhist scriptures, write on the wall, write on the pillars of the temple, dignified Buddhist Destiny, upright, Zhen Jing stood outside the temple gate, eyes closed, expression calm, shoulders relaxed.
The Buddha statue in the Main Hall fell heavily to the ground, blocking the mountain gate.
The Buddha was compassionate and looked ahead.
Zhen Jing is holding a long mixed iron stick, and behind him are monk who are either young or no longer young, saying:
"Everyone, form a formation."
"Yes!"
The hustle and bustle of so many people attracted many monsters as they fled. Zhen Jing opened his eyes slightly and shouted loudly, waving a long stick to attack the many monsters. The long stick was swaying, extremely heavy and domineering, Buddhist compassion, but when replaced with such a heavy weapon, it was a blunt weapon specially designed to break armor, and his martial arts has reached the top level in Perfected Person.
The realm of Buddhism is equivalent to that of Daoism Primordial Prenatal Qi, and you can also be the abbot of a temple.
Even a demon covered in scales cannot withstand his full force blow and will be beaten to pieces.
At this moment, he was holding a stick in front to stop the demon and blocked most of the attacks. Many disciples were assisting on both sides. However, the demon's momentum was too fierce. When there was turbidity and filthy air everywhere, there was a clear and bright air here, which was like a fire in the dark. It was very obvious. The demon was killing them layer by layer, almost without interruption.
Gradually, casualties also appeared in young monk.
One monk screamed, and was caught by the demon while swinging the stick, and was dragged directly over, and was eaten clean in an instant. Many monk's sticks were stunned, and Zhen Jing roared angrily, sweeping the round stick in his palm, and his own Buddhist Qi burst out. "Hold on!"
"Hold on!"
"Buddhist peace is happiness, no suffering, no suffering..."
Zhen Jing gritted his teeth, and the iron rod in his palm danced like a dragon to defeat the demons. Monk They resisted the demons for more than a stick of incense, but before the scripture was finished, a woman's voice suddenly came. "Help, master, master, help..."
Many monk saw a woman stumbling towards her. She had many injuries on her body and was almost dead.
There was a child in his arms.
When she saw the monks over there, her eyes lit up. Before being held up by a fierce demon wolf, she raised her hand and the child was thrown towards the monks in front. Even though she knew something was going to happen, Zhen Jing stepped forward subconsciously, swept the weapon in her palm, smashed the heads of several demon wolves, grabbed the child with her left hand, and immediately felt severe pain in her wrist.
The child hugged him tightly and bit his wrist hard.
It actually bit the Buddhist body.
Zhen Jing lowered his head in shock and saw that the child had been infected with miasma demonic energy. There were wounds on the neck exposing the white bones. It was obvious that he had been killed for a long time. He raised his head and saw that the woman peeled off her own skin, and what appeared was a mandrill-like appearance. Zhen Jing's body trembled slightly, and he roared angrily, saying Lion's Roar. The sound shocked these demons away a few steps.
He took a few steps back, lowered his head, and saw that there was still fear on the child's face, but he was parasitized by the demon. At this moment, he was in a posture of neither life nor death. He still looked up at monk, with a trace of humanity still remaining, and tears of fear in his eyes.
On her wrist, she saw something woven with five-color silk thread to ward off evil spirits.
Zhen Jing looked miserable, his left hand was bitten by the demon, he raised his right hand and gently pressed it on the child's face.
"Sorry..."
Buddha light gas machine vibrates.
It directly dispersed the child's energy.
The demon biting his wrist didn't let go. It was a demon that was specifically designed to break his body. He could feel the miasma entering his body from the wrist, and the bite was so hard that the muscles and bones were visible. Monk was silent. Suddenly he grabbed the sword from a disciple and chopped his wrist off with a single slash.
The expressions of many monk suddenly changed.
Zhen Jing held a knife in his right hand, blocked the blood flow with his body, and said angrily, "Form up!"
On this day, Jue Ming Temple blocked the monsters that came like mountains and seas for almost an hour. In the end, the entire temple was written Buddhist scriptures. When the formation was completed, it exuded a warm Buddhist atmosphere and briefly sealed the evil miasma. However, only six monk who blocked it outside were still alive.
"Let's go!"
"Let's go!"
Zhen Jing held a knife in his right hand and pushed the monks on his left and right with his left arm, but they seemed to have red eyes and refused to leave. Monk roared in his mouth, doing Lion's Roar, which shocked these disciples. Only then did they come back to their senses, with tears in their eyes. The boy, who was still only in his teens, said:
"Temple Supervisor Martial Uncle, they are all dead... our, my brothers in the same room, now I am the only one left..."
Zhen Jing replied, "Buddhism is happy when it disappears."
"No pain, no crying..."
He rubbed monk's head with his broken arm, smiled, and suddenly a huge force burst out, throwing the young monk directly into the wall. When the young monk realized what he was about to say, he had already fallen down. Zhen Jing spun around, and when the sword was thrown out, it tore out a large amount of blood, and then threw the disciples over the wall one by one.
With a kick of his right foot, the statue of Buddha crashed down like a rolling stone from a high mountain.
Zhen Jing strode towards the door, about to take off, but his body sank, and he saw two monk before him. After his death, he was invaded by miasma and swallowed by demons. They hugged his feet to prevent him from getting up. The door of the temple opened a gap, and monk inside was anxious to let him in quickly.
"Close the door! Close the door!"
Zhenjing roared, "Close the door, old monk, seal the formation!"
"No more allowed in!"
"No one is allowed in again!"
"We will seal the formation as soon as you come in. We are ready!"
"Fart!"
Zhen Jing used all his strength to shake away the demons, then rushed to the door, raised his right foot, and a long stick flew up, holding it in the palm of his hand, spinning and sweeping, scattering several demons. When he saw these demons, they seemed to know that the formation was about to be completed, and became more and more crazy. If he stepped into it, he would definitely follow.
With a cruel move, the cooked copper rod in his palm suddenly passed through the door cymbal outside the heavy mountain door, sealing the door from the outside.
Then, with his hands clasped together, he locked the wrought copper rod between his bent elbows, and the strength of his body rose, turning into a second chain.
"Lock the formation!"
"Martial Uncle..."
"Form up!"
Monk roared outside the door, his body was already close to the limit, but suddenly he trembled, lowered his head, and saw that his abdomen was pierced. The remaining strength quickly dissipated, the blood vessels on his face turned red, and he felt the evil energy invading his body. His hands, or rather one hand and a broken wrist, still reluctantly made an offering to the Buddha, with his eyes slightly lowered.
Inside the door, monk gritted his teeth, with tears streaming down his face, and wrote the last step of Buddhist scriptures.
"Everything is conditioned."
"Like a dream bubble."
"Like dew and like electricity."
"This is how you should view it."
Zhen Jing recited the last four sentences, feeling the warm Buddha light flowing, smiled slightly, and lowered his head to recite.
"Amitabha Buddha..."
Never finished reading.
The body has been torn apart and broken into pieces. The flesh and blood have been eaten by demons, and the soul has also been swallowed up.
"Run!"
"Run!"
Chaos broke out frequently in the city, with more than 200 Market Ward and millions of people. In times of chaos, even crazy people would do evil things that they would never dare to do in such an environment. The vendor selling sesame cakes quickly rushed home with his cart, and monsters came all the way, but he knocked them away with his extremely heavy car.
Suddenly, a flying bird pounced on him. He rolled forward and avoided it while skillfully stretching out his arms.
It was only then that we discovered that his arms were actually extremely long, very similar to the requirements of the military to select warriors with ape arms to catch flying scorpions.
He directly clamped the neck of the vicious bird, used its forward momentum to roll to relieve the force, inserted the dagger into its neck, and killed the monster. He hurried home, his eyes were red. When he returned home, he found his wife and children were there. The man relaxed and hugged his wife and children, his body trembling.
"It was Daoist priest Chun Sheng Temple who came here and left us a talisman."
"Tell me, it's okay if this talisman is there."
Only then did the vendor selling sesame cakes understand and said, "Chun Sheng Temple? Daoist priest..."
"The two younger Daoist priests bought sesame cakes from me. I was sick before, and they came to see me... I don't know which Daoist temple they are from, but they are all so good, so good... It's great that you are okay..." A little girl who was only five years old hugged her father's legs, but she was also scared.
His wife prayed softly seeking the Dao: "We will hide here, the Daoist priests will solve these things..."
"... Hmm."
"Don't go out, okay?"
The woman's voice was almost pleading.
"... Hmm."
People screamed outside. The sesame cake vendor gritted his teeth and trembled. When he talked to young Daoist, his wife, who would take care of him sleeplessly, seemed to understand something. She reached out and touched his cheek, stepped back a few steps, with a sad face, turned around to get a package, which was a key, and handed it to the vendor.
"... Take it."
"!!"
The man pursed his lips, hugged his wife, and strode around to the corner of the room.
old man, who was selling five-color silk threads to ward off evil spirits outside, was knocked down by a monster. He felt that he would definitely die, and when his face was full of sorrow, he suddenly heard a dull sound, and something flew across and hit the monster directly. I don't know what it was, but it was so heavy. It smashed the monster to pieces, and blood splashed on the old man's face.
The object hit the ground hard.
old man raised his head and saw the man striding out, flying up and hitting a monster on the body, which seemed to have hidden wounds. He was particularly susceptible to diseases before, and such violent movements made him cough. However, the monster was actually beaten back by him, and the thing wrapped in the white package trembled, as if it was roaring like a tiger.
The package was spread out, and inside was a huge iron box. The man turned over and opened the box.
Reach out and reach inside.
In an instant, as if strong wine spilled on the blade, the man who was making a living here raised his eyebrows. He raised his hand, and the thing was taken out. It was a sword, as wide as a palm, extremely heavy, showing a black color, and exuding a dense murderous intent. Draw the sword and charge into the battle!
There are many similar people appearing, and they all instinctively choose to rush to one place in the end.
Central Province Prefecture City's Armory.
The ordnance officer who was hiding in the warehouse was captured. Looking at the men in front of him, his body kept shaking.
"Demon Claws, we need armor."
"Just protect the vital points."
The armor officer's face turned pale. "Opening the armory without permission is a serious crime and you will be executed!!"
He swallowed, took out the key, and said, "So, can you please knock me out?"
"In that case, the most I can do is be exiled and I won't die on the execution ground."
He took out the key, pointed not far away and said, "Inside this room is Central Province Bai Hui Army's spare armor."
"What about the other side?"
"Over there? There are old armors over there. The armors of all the soldiers who are from Zhongzhou and have retired from the army are kept there. They will be transferred if necessary... Hmm? Do you want those old armors? There are new armors of all sizes. As for the old armors, they may not be suitable for you. The armors of the established army are in circulation. The ones placed here are all those wastes whose names have been abolished..."
The ordnance officer seemed to understand something, and his body trembled slightly.
The man replied:
"No, there will be."
"Hold it, hold it all! The deputy city lord and the others have already gone to find a way to reactivate the luck formation. The formation in this city has now been partially restored. At least these bastards can't fall from the sky, but they can still fight in through the city gate..."
"Before the Human Dao Destiny formation is activated, everyone will die here and cannot retreat!"
Central Province Prefecture City's defenders widened their eyes and roared. A number of soldiers had died here, but because they were in Zhongzhou, they withstood the pressure here and never collapsed. However, these Zhongzhou soldiers had no experience in fighting against monsters, and the price they paid was heavy. Suddenly, there was a loud noise.
A huge hole was opened directly on one side of the city gate, and a demon that looked like a tiger but was three feet long came to kill.
Without Human Dao Destiny, the effectiveness of the military formation would be reduced and it would be impossible to deal with it.
The guard subconsciously made a judgment and wanted to retreat, but when he thought of his own words, his face turned ferocious, and he said angrily, "Oh no, a dead bird will fly to the sky, and he will not die for tens of millions of years. Laozi will fight with you!!!" His blood surged up, and he was desperate to die on his duty, but suddenly he heard a fierce and violent voice from the sky.
In an instant, Ink-Colored Spear came through the air and directly killed this monster!
The demon screamed several times and stopped bleeding, but the tail of the spear was still trembling, which showed how powerful it was.
"Ink-Colored Spear..."
The guard murmured, and suddenly he remembered the group of people he had been ordered to keep a close eye on, and the criminal army that was scolded by the crowd. He raised his head, turned around, and saw that the road ahead was completely dark, and all the demons had been killed. The people who came here were all wearing old armor, and the sound of the armor was solemn. Only this heavy armor can fight with demons.
They wore dark armor, heavy armor, battle helmets, and face shields.
A strong waist is swallowed by a tiger's mouth.
There are fine lines on the armor and shoulders.
There is a token hanging on one side of the waist and a long sword hanging on the other side.
Their expressions were cold and solemn. They held swords, held swords and shields on the outermost sides, and then formed a formation with spears. Everything was just as recorded in history books. They smashed monsters and broke through the rain, as if they were coming out of the dim history. That history was only seven years in the past. The guard murmured, "Divine Martial Black Armored Army..."
The leader pulled out his spear and replied indifferently:
"The former Divine Martial Black Armored Army Third Army Cavalry Colonel led the crowd to come to our aid."
"You guys get out of the way, you are no match for them."
His expression softened and he said, "You have done a great job."
The troops defending the city retreated, and a torrent of ink-colored steel took over the battlefield.
After being abandoned for seven years and bearing the infamy of the world for seven years.
Divine Martial Dynasty Black Armored Army, once again set foot on the battlefield.
Black Armor Black Cloak, call on the name of the military to come to the rescue, support good and punish evil, and protect the country and the people.
Kyushu Yonglie, Shenwu Xuanjia.
"Form up!"
Human affairs must be taken care of by human beings.