Ning Chen took Little Mingyue down the mountain, and the leader Imperial Guards handed over a letter, which was sent by Qing Ling.
The letter carefully explained what happened during the day without leaving out any details.
"What a pity"
After reading the letter, Ning Chen sighed softly in his heart. He originally thought that Qing Ling was restraining Du'e Temple Abbot, but no matter how Buddhist Kingdom's disciples were killed or injured, nearly half of them were killed. Unexpectedly, they only lost a little more than three thousand.
The Buddha of the Buddhist Kingdom is too powerful, far beyond imagination. Qing Ling, who has already entered the innate realm, can only take one move.
The existence of the four guardians of the Buddhist Kingdom, the Buddha, greatly reduced the number of casualties among the Buddhist Kingdom's disciples. The manpower was so incredible that it was disappointing.
After all, it is not the rainy season. Although Nanli River has sufficient water, it cannot last for long. Once the water level recedes, Buddhist Kingdom disciples will definitely go north again.
In fact, this is the best time to break into Gulan City. Du'e Temple's residence and the four Buddhist Kingdom guardians have spent a lot of energy and are in their weakest state. Buddhist Kingdom's disciples also suffered heavy casualties. Unfortunately, they could not compete with the Three Calamities Realm's innate strength, even Three Calamities Realm in the weakest state.
This is the helplessness of insufficient strength. Even if the opportunity has been presented, they can only watch it slip away.
However, being able to delay Buddhist Kingdom's march north is considered as completing the mission. The rest depends on the efforts of him and the one thousand Imperial Guards behind him. As long as the foundation of the Buddhist Kingdom is destroyed before the flood recedes, and the strong Buddhist Kingdom who are far away in Northfall City are lured back, the pressure on the Nanli River's four thousand Imperial Guards can be greatly reduced.
Now, he only hoped that Qing Ling's injury would not be too serious, otherwise, it would be impossible for him and the thousand Imperial Guardss under the mountain to hold Du'e Temple Abbot down.
During this trip to the mountain, he also roughly knew how much combat power was left on Mijie Mountain. At least he noticed that there were three hidden ninth-level ones, and one Buddhist Vajra.
Obviously, there must be more than these strong people in Du'e Temple, and he must find out as much as possible.
Moreover, there was one thing that he had been paying close attention to just now. The huge Buddha statue on the mountain gathered too much Buddhist power and performed miracles day and night. If he could absorb these powers, it would definitely be a good choice.
He has been stuck at the peak of Eighth-Rank for some time and has been unable to break through. If he can use the orthodox power of Buddhism to break through, he should be able to step into the ninth level in one fell swoop.
At this time, any increase in strength will be very critical. The ninth level is the last realm under Xiantian, and the improvement of combat power is extraordinary.
Of course, this is not an easy thing to do. Buddhism will not sit back and watch him break through in front of the Buddha. On the other hand, the power on the Buddha statue is too huge now. If one person fails to do it, he will be strangled to death.
However, he is not in a hurry. He can wait slowly and cut off a Buddha's foot tonight and a Buddha's hand tomorrow. One day, the power on the Buddha statue will be enough for him to absorb.
That is the Buddha of Buddhism, not his Buddha. No matter how completely it is destroyed, he will not feel bad.
If it could destroy this miracle of the Buddhist Kingdom and help him enter the ninth level, it would be the perfect thing for him.
The next day, Ning Chen went up the mountain as usual and chopped off a Buddha's hand. The huge sound shook the whole Mijie Mountain.
Buddhist Vajra in Du'e Temple was furious and just about to take action, Ning Chen had already gone down the mountain.
Late at night, another letter arrived from Qing Ling, reporting in detail the changes in the water level outside Gulan City.
Ning Chen wrote back, asking about Qing Ling's injuries. In addition, he asked them to always pay attention to Gulan City's movements.
The biggest difficulty in this war is Du'e Temple Abbot. The slightest carelessness will cause everyone to die without a burial place.
On the third day, on Mijie Mountain, the shocking sound sounded again, and the next moment, a shocking battle broke out. In Du'e Temple, two Buddhist Vajra who had been in seclusion for a long time forced their way out regardless of the risk of injury. Together with the previous Vajra strongman, they fought against the blasphemers who repeatedly went up the mountain to provoke provocations.
Ning Chen fought against three Buddhist Vajra alone. The battle was full of dangers, but he could barely escape in the end.
After coming back, Ning Chen didn't do anything. He immediately sat cross-legged and adjusted his breath. He didn't wake up until Houtian Realm night.
This battle came so suddenly that he was caught off guard. Fortunately, his speed was slightly better than the three Buddhist Vajra, and he was barely defeated.
The Buddha statue had lost two legs and one hand, but the remaining power of the Buddha was still huge and terrifying, and he did not dare to absorb it.
Old Marquis taught him the last two moves. Over the past few days, he has finally learned them, and the blue cyclone in his body has grown a lot stronger.
Half a day later, a letter arrived from Changsun. As usual, he had something to say and no nonsense.
The letter stated that he should hold on for a few more days. Reinforcements were being assembled and would set off soon.
Ning Chen ignored this and continued to look down.
What is written at the back of the letter is the current situation of the imperial city. As expected, First Prince has basically decided to withdraw from the battle for the throne. What is left is the contest between Third Prince and Tenth Prince.
Duke Jingwu chooses to support Third Prince, while Duke Xiyu prefers Tenth Prince. However, Grand Tutor does not like Tenth Prince. According to the current situation, Third Prince is more likely to become the next Xia Emperor.
Of course, no one knows until the final result. In addition to Three Grand Ministers, the opinions of Changsun also have a vital influence. Whoever you vote for may determine the future direction of Great Xia.
He doesn't know much about Third Prince and Tenth Prince. He has only heard that Third Prince is the most talented martial artist among Imperial Prince. He has followed Duke Jingwu in martial arts since he was a child, and his strength is truly extraordinary.
In comparison, Tenth Prince's martial arts can only be said to be average, but his literary talent is more outstanding.
The two Imperial Prince each have their own merits, both in culture and martial arts. They are both extraordinary people.
He didn't see which Imperial Prince Changsun wanted to choose. Presumably even Changsun himself hadn't decided yet.
Xia Emperor's position is too important, and no one dares to decide it easily.
Today's situation is indeed a bit of a dilemma. Third Prince and Tenth Prince have already matured. To support one, the other must be completely knocked down. Otherwise, once there is a mutiny, Great Xia's situation will be even worse.
After getting down to business, at the end of the letter, Changsun did not say any words of encouragement or comfort. He only wrote four words, come back alive.
Ning Chen smiled helplessly, let's discuss this matter later.
Whether he can survive depends on whether the Buddha in the world is really flawless and invincible. He, Qing Ling, and the thousand Imperial Guards under the mountain, no one dares to say that he can survive.
The foot of the mountain was as calm as ever. A thousand Imperial Guards were guarding the road up the mountain, patrolling when they should and practicing when they should. The atmosphere was peaceful and without any panic.
On the night of the fourth day, Ning Chen went up the mountain again. There was actually one more Vajra in front of the Buddha. The infuriating energy around his body was surging. It seemed that he had been forced out of the seclusion, which caused the infuriating energy to backfire, making him appear slightly possessed.
This time, Ning Chen was too presumptuous to get close to the Buddha at all. He took out Po Shang Bow and shot three arrows in a row, crushing the Buddha's head. Then, without waiting for the four people to react, he turned around and ran away without saying a word.
The four Buddhist Vajra gritted their teeth with hatred. However, they were indeed not as fast as the young man in front of them. If they could not trap him, there was nothing they could do.
The giant Buddha on the mountain was basically in ruins. Apart from the body, only four limbs and one hand were left, and even the head was blasted into pieces.
This night, from the bottom of the mountain, it was obvious that the Buddha's light on the mountain was much weaker, and it was still weakening.
The Buddha's body was broken, and it could no longer withstand the power of the Buddha blessed by the powerful Buddhists of the past generations, and began to gradually fall apart.
At the same time, the Buddha's power also quickly dispersed into the world as it appeared incomplete.
On the fifth day, Ning Chen did not go up the mountain again. Anyway, the power of the Buddha on the Buddha statue had begun to weaken on its own, so he just had to wait.
Qing Ling hasn't come yet. It seems that the injury is indeed serious. He has to continue to carry it here alone. Now there are seven strong men above the ninth level, which he really didn't expect.
He couldn't figure it out. When did a ninth-grade expert become as worthless as a cabbage?
Counting Gulan City's four Buddhist Kingdom protectors, there have been thirteen ninth-level Buddhists in Buddhism. It is nonsense no matter how you think about it.
He originally thought that Buddhism would only have three or four ninth-level people left in charge. Now, seven people have appeared all of a sudden, and it is not known whether they will continue to appear.
There is only one Imperial Guards leader in the late ninth stage beside him. It shouldn't be a problem to fight one, but it will probably be enough to fight two. The Buddhist Indestructible Vajra Body is really difficult to fight. If you fight hard, you won't be able to fight without saying anything, and it will consume a lot of energy.
He revised two volumes of Heavenly Tome at the same time. This loss is not obvious, but it would be quite difficult for anyone else.
Indestructible Vajra Body The closer to the end, the more difficult it is to repair, and the corresponding effects are more powerful. Just like several Buddhist Vajra on the mountain, there is no damage at all when the sword cuts on the body.
On the seventh day, Qing Ling received another letter, informing them that the water level had gradually receded, and land had begun to be exposed in many higher places.
Ning Chen's heart gradually sank, and he knew that he could not delay it any longer.
"Tell the soldiers to prepare and go up the mountain tonight." Half a quarter of an hour later, Ning Chen walked out of the camp, looked at the Buddhist temple on the mountain, and said calmly.
"Yes" Leader Imperial Guards respectfully accepted the order.
The order was issued and soon spread throughout the entire army. The solemn atmosphere gradually spread. They knew very well that tonight would be their most important battle here.
After the order was issued, all the thousands of Imperial Guards soldiers began to concentrate and cultivate their energy, adjusting their state to the peak as much as possible. Facing the Buddhist Holy Land, no one knew what would happen. A little more preparation might be the key to saving lives.
As the sun sets and the moon rises, the night is getting darker, and the bright moon is shining with white brilliance. At this moment, it completely overwhelms the Buddha's light on the mountain.
"Let's go"
Ning Chen stood up, held hands with Little Mingyue, and immediately walked towards the mountain.
"Go"
Imperial Guards leader gave the order and also followed him up the mountain.
The flag was flying and the steps were resolute. In this Buddhist Kingdom far away from Great Xia, thousands of Imperial Guards resolutely embarked on the road of no return in order to fight for the most critical one month for Great Xia.