Chapter 34 Sniper Ghost

This kind of entrustment is really inexplicable.

Not to mention that in addition to Yong Bowen, it is the first time for people here to see eight leaves and dead trees, and not to mention that the people who come here now are enemies of the Zhenyan Sect. Just looking at the things here, even big masters such as eight leaves and dead trees can't stand it. Who will take over this mess so stupidly?

But the eight-leaf dead wood not only said it, but also said it quite righteously. Even if there was only one head left, he was still extremely confident.

Lu raised his eyebrows to the north, and the mages who were still behind the eight-leaf dead wood pointed the black hole at the bald head remaining on the ground. Taking advantage of his illness and killing him, even if there is only one head left, he is still a dead wood. There are many masters in the world, and Lu Xiangbei has no sympathy or hesitation.

The eight-leaf dead wood smiled and said, "Now it's all blocked by the power of the poor monk, and the things on the other side of the door can't rush over, but as long as the poor monk's head is broken and the magic chain is lost, those things will rush out. You are the first to bear the brunt and must not be spared. Don't you know that you are ready to fight?"

There is no need to talk about what is on the other side of the door. It must not be a good thing to come out of hell.

Seeing that Lu Xiangbei was silent, Yong Bowen asked, "Master Eight Leaf, what's going on here?"

Eight-leaf dead wood ignored him, but just said to Lu Xiangbei, "I know what you want!" What you want is behind this door. If you want to get there, you must first destroy the things that block the door. Of course, you can also choose to turn around and walk now. As long as you run fast enough, you can still live longer.

Yong Bowen was ignored and couldn't help but feel depressed. It could be seen that Lu Xiangbei still didn't say anything and couldn't help asking, "What's behind the door?"

Eight-leaf dead wood said again, "I don't have much time. You can decide now!" I still don't pay attention to the trouble of Yongda Tianshi.

Lu Xiangbei did not continue to be silent this time, but suddenly asked, "When did the monks of Zhenyan Sect withdraw from Koya Mountain?" When will your counterattack be launched? After your death, who will preside over the Zhenyan Sect?

This series of questions has nothing to do with what Biye Kumu just said. At least, the dialogue between the two is simply that the lips of the donkey are not right, and they are talking about themselves at all.

But when Ba Ye Kumu heard Lu Xiangbei ask this, he praised: "This kind and fast-hearted person must be a great figure in your Mage Association. Unfortunately, the poor monk has no chance to make friends. The prelude to the counterattack has been launched for a long time. If your personnel move fast enough to evacuate all personnel by tomorrow evening, they should be spared.

Lu Xiangbei sneered and said, "You are really confident in your arrangement. No wonder you even give up your life."

Eight-leaf dead wood said with a smile, "This is not my arrangement! Moreover, although the poor monk has practiced for many years, he has not been able to break the horror between life and death. If there are other options, he will not die here. Today's things are wrong, but it is still because of the deeds of the benefactor. However, this is good, this is also good..." Looking at Yong Bowen's eyes are a little strange.

Lu Xiangbei said nothing more. He waved to the mage of the communication group and asked, "How is the communication situation?"

The mage said, "There is too much interference. The call is not good, but it can simply transmit the signal!"

"Spite a critical signal to the chairman of the fish!"

This critical signal was agreed when the plan was made before the war. It does not mean that the advance team is in danger, but that things have changed and the whole delegation is in great danger and needs to evacuate urgently.

Lu Xiangbei sent this signal without hesitation, and then ordered: "Send a signal to the left-behind group, let them enter the ground, find the transparent door, and prepare to explode."

"You are just mages, not warriors!" Eight-leaf dead wood sighed, "What you are doing now is really a disgrace to a mage."

Lu Xiangbei smiled and said, "We are mage and warriors!" Although the voice is soft, it is unusually firm.

The eight-leaf dead wood let out a long sigh and began to chant spells again. After a few spells were read, the remaining shoulders also turned into spells and flew into the door of hell.

Yong Bowen made a mess on the side, but Ba Ye Kumu refused to answer him, so he had to turn to Lu Xiangbei and said, "Captain Lu, what's the matter? Why do you send a critical signal? What's rushing out of that door? Is it the devil of hell?"

"It's not much different if it's not a hellish. If I'm not mistaken, it should be a ghost. Human beings can't cultivate in the Moying flower field with magma as the soil, and can only drive ghosts to work. However, this magma is drawn from hell and has very strong damage to ghosts. When the driven ghosts are cultivated in the Moying flower field, they will be continuously scalded, so that the gloomy soul is constantly lost, just like ice immersed in water. The blocks keep melting. After farming for a day, half of the body is often dissolved by the magma of hell. When it comes to rest, the ghosts will drag their broken bodies back to the rock, and they will be nourished by the strong yin qi from hell, and their bodies will recover completely. Once they recover, they will be expelled into the magic flower field. Work hard until there is only half of the body left again... This kind of torture will never end. The ghosts who are circled here have no hope to escape. After a long time of torture, they often become crazy and fierce, hate all creatures, and under the nourishment of hell, their power far exceeds that of ordinary evil. Ghosts, and there will be a certain degree of mutation. Once they escape from control and enter the world, they will kill all living lives indiscriminately! In such a large-scale magic flower field, the number of ghosts must be more than 10,000!"

On the one hand, Lu Xiangbei commanded the mage to arrange various tools around the gate of hell, while explaining to Yongda Tianshi.

Yong Bowen's heart was chilled when he heard it. Only then did he know how dangerous he was at this time. "No wonder you have to send a critical signal to Chairman Fish. So that's it."

"It's not for this reason to send a critical signal to the fish chairman." Lu Xiangbei shook his head and said, "Although these military ghosts are ferocious and terrible, they can't show off any prestige under our heavy firepower. It's only a matter of minutes to eliminate them!"

Hearing that Lu Xiangbei was so confident, Yong Bowen was surprised, which was a little embarrassing. In order to block the military ghost, a master of eight leaves and dead wood can't rush out of the door of hell and lose his life, but Lu Xiangbei actually said that eliminating the military ghost is only a matter of minutes, which makes the eight-leaf master with a head on the ground feel embarrassed. Does it make him feel very unhappy? Question mark

"The real danger lies in the counterattack of the True Word!" Lu Xiangbei looked at the bald head of the dead wood and said, "This is a trap set by Zhenyanzong. Like this kind of Moying flower fields, there are complete magic arrays to imprison ghosts, but as we have seen, the confinement has been artificially destroyed and the ghosts have escaped from trouble. They should have rushed into the world as soon as possible, but they were pressed back to the door of hell by powerful mana. These ghosts full of hatred for creatures However, I don't want to fall into hell like this, so I desperately think about it! All the monks of the Zhenyan Sect must have withdrawn from the secret road from Gaoye Mountain, leaving only eight leaves and dead wood to stick to it. I think that only he has the ability to block the door of hell and temporarily control the ghost in the Zhenyan Sect. As soon as the Mage Association enters Koya Mountain, he will immediately open the door of hell and let the ghost rush into the world. In this way, the first one to be rushed must be the Mage Association, and the main force of the Mage Association is entangled in this Koya Mountain. The withdrawn Shingon monks take the opportunity to attack the main strongholds of the Mage Association. With the strength of Shingon Sect in Japan, it is not difficult to overthrow the whole Mage Association in one fell swoop. Our delegation In Japan, there was no need to be involved in such a deadly battle, so I informed Chairman Yu and asked him to retreat as soon as possible. As for us, we had planned a backup plan to withdraw from Japan long before the war.

Yong Bowen didn't expect that he just said a few words with the dead wood of eight leaves. Lu Xiangbei actually turned so many things in his mind, and he couldn't help admiring and admiring him.

But the eight-leaf dead wood said, "My Taoist friend said something wrong. This escape from trouble was not planned by the poor monk, but purely an accident. When Yong Shiju escaped from Gaoye Mountain on that day, he destroyed it and destroyed the Buddhist temple in the upper valley, which was the hub of the whole imprisoned magic array. Usually, the disciples with great cultivation power of this sect regularly recited the scriptures and maintained the magic array. As soon as this hub was destroyed, the whole magic array lost most of its role. Although my disciples can't talk about it. The compassion of the Zen sect will not let these ghosts rush into the world. It took a lot of effort to drive them into the gate of hell. Originally, I wanted to find another safe way to control the ghosts, but your mage association launched an attack at this time. My disciples were backs and did not dare to stay, so they abandoned the fundamentals of Koya Mountain. The ground is scattered and sneaks out, thinking about the future!"

As soon as Yong Bowen heard that such a big disaster hit his head, he was very upset for a moment. Who knew that such a broken temple would be the hub of the magic circle. Since it is such an important thing, why not add some protection? A bomb was thrown over and exploded. It was simply a bean curd project to cut corners. He immediately asked, "I just threw a bomb. How could I blow up the hub of such an important magic circle?" If things are really like what you said, why don't you run away? Don't tell me how great you are. You have cultivated the realm of cutting meat and eagles sacrificing themselves to feeding tigers.

"The poor monk left it voluntarily!" Eight leaves and dead wood looked sad. "In those years, the poor monk was in charge of the Zhenyan Sect for the first time. Gao Yeshan was facing internal and external troubles. There were financial resources that exhausted people's people's hearts fluctuated. Outside, there were powerful invasion mages' associations for the tiger. The Zhenyan Sect had almost reached an unsupportable level. In order to maintain the status and prestige of Zhenyan Sect, the poor monks had no choice but to make ideas. It hit the Moying flower field left by the ancestor of Konghai. In the past, the ancestor of Konghai went to hell to defeat the evil demon. After signing an agreement with him, he opened this magic flower field between hell and the world. At first, it was only a few mu, and the magic crystal powder produced was only for our monks to practice. The poor monk broke the original meaning of his ancestors. He re-entered a contract with the evil demon, expanded the planting area, took ghosts from the world, produced and sold magic crystal powder in large quantities to make huge profits. In exchange for benefits, he taught the secret method of the secret of the ancestor of the empty sea to others, so that now the world is poisonous and the damage is endless! There must be evil consequences for creating evil karma. Today is the time for cause and effect to repay. Therefore, the poor monk did not hesitate to cultivate the bodhi gold body for many years to block this ghost behind the door of hell!"

While several people were talking, the battle mages had completed the arrangement. In the open space in front of the gate of Hell, one round metal disk after another was arranged. After the metal disk array, there were several short rods, flashing electric light, behind the short rods, and more than a dozen heavy machine guns were added. Originally, this Some heavy machine guns are disassembled into parts and brought by each mage. They were originally intended to be used to deal with the Shingon monk, but now they have been used for this.

Everyone was ready to stop and take their positions. Lu Xiangbei said, "Master Biye, are you done? After that, you can take a break and see how we do it before closing your eyes. You must understand that the times are different now. The era of dominating one side with only personal spells is gone forever!"

"In this case, there will be your Taoist friends!"

The eight-leaf dead wood slowly closed its eyes, and the whole head broke in a moment, turning into a large mass of golden Sanskrit charms, roaring and flying to the gate of hell, turning in front of the gate of hell, immediately attracting all the charms that turned into a golden net on the door, and then turned around and turned into a shocking golden rainbow. Throw it in the opposite direction. The old monk was really unwilling to destroy his body and mind like this. At the last moment, he attracted some of the golden mana with the remaining divine consciousness to leave together, probably looking for a place to be reincarnated. Reincarnation with the divine knowledge and magic power of the previous life is originally the old practice of tantric Buddhism, and it is easy to do at this time.

"Do it, dead monk!" Lu suddenly cursed to the north, and the scolding did not stop. Suddenly, he heard a muffled sound, like a long embankment collapsing and pouring, and the tide-like dark shadow gushed out of the door of hell with a shrill roar, rushing to the dozens of poor mages in front of him with the momentum of the mountains and sea!

Yong Bowen saw it really, and the black wave that came to his face was all composed of evil spirits! These evil spirits have big heads and small bodies, dry and thin limbs, blood-red eyes, and one-horns on their foreheads. Obviously, they have mutated under the long-term infection of hell. Look at those evil spirits, their faces are twisted, and their faces are full of resentment and viciousness! Yongda Tianshi's heart was cold. He took out a large stack of ghost-catching charms from his pocket and pinched them in his hand in case of emergency.

Bang, bang, bang... In a series of crisp sounds, dazzling white beams of light shot from the disks placed on the ground, staggering vertically and horizontally, forming a dense fence of light.

The turbulent black ghost tide slapped fiercely on the seemingly thin grating grating, making a sizzling sound, as if the meat skewers were grilling on the stove, and the green smoke with a pungent smell suddenly spread out. The ghost who hit the grating made a sharp hisss full of pain, and his whole body was quickly melted by the grating! But the ghosts in the rear couldn't see the situation in front of them. They only knew that they could tear out of the door of hell and kill those living creatures happily, so they howled excitedly and pushed the team forward, regardless of the specific situation in front of them. Each row of ghosts was completely destroyed by the grating, and the second row of stool came up again, followed by the third row and the fourth row, like a shocking wave, constantly slapting on the grating. The grating is impacted to extinction, and it seems that there is a possibility of collapse at any time.

"Fire!" Lu Xiangbei shouted an order, and more than a dozen heavy machine guns lined up in front of him fired at the same time. More than a dozen bright fire tongues pulled fiercely at the black ghost tide like a whip, bursting out cyan smoke marks, like more than a dozen giant knives scraping down the black ghost tide layer by layer.

Seeing that the situation was gradually stabilizing, I suddenly heard a sharp whistle from the gate of hell, and the black ghost tide that had been rushing endlessly heard it and suddenly rolled back to the gate of hell.

The island has regained its deadly calm.

"Something is wrong. Be careful and prepare grenades!" Lu Xiangbei looked at the calm and scary door of hell, and his expression gradually became solemn. According to the intelligence, although these ghosts are fierce and tyrannical, they don't have much intelligence to speak of. They are like a group of out-of-control beasts. As long as there is enough firepower, they can easily solve it, but the current situation is obviously not On the other hand, the sudden whistle can call back all the runaway ghosts, which means that there is something with enough intelligence to command these ghosts. As soon as the forced breakthrough loss is too great, he changes the tactics and recalls the ghosts. The next step must be other methods.

Empty, empty, empty... Heavy and neat footsteps came from the door of hell.

A row of warriors in thick black armor came out of the door in a neat queue. Each two warriors held a huge stone and threw it forward as soon as they walked out of the door of hell. For a moment, dozens of big stones roared to the mage camp at the same time.

Lu Xiangbei made a gesture and manipulated the mage to change the button of the disk. The beam of light emitted by the disk instantly turned dark blue, and the boulder flying between the columns of light was smashed in an instant. For a moment, the gravel was flying, and the dust was like fog, permeating the whole door of hell with chaos.

In the chaos of this unclear vision, suddenly there was a tinkling sound. With the sound, one disk after another flew and burst, and the blue light column decreased sharply.

"Shoot!" Lu Xiangbei gave an urgent order, and the heavy machine gun fired again. The dense bullets rushed into the fog like a fire snake. He didn't know what it hit, making a loud sound like a copper bell, which made the human brain buzz.

The fog gradually dispersed, and the huge turquoise object reflected its shape. The thing was flat and straight, with a smooth arc on the edge, which looked like two huge unparalleled bronze door panels, standing there tightly, blocking all the bullets.

Seeing this scene, the mages automatically stopped the waste of bullets without waiting for the order.

The bronze door slowly slid to both sides, accompanied by a tingling grinding sound, dragging two deep dents on the stone surface.

A white figure kneeling on the ground appeared in the eyes of the mages with the sliding door.

The skirt is snow-white, with long black hair, scattered on the mossy stone surface, which is in strong contrast to the ghost warriors with black armor on both sides.

The young woman who was as beautiful as a fairy smiled and motioned slightly.

Yong Bowen let out a low moan, "Haruko Sakurai!"

********It's the dividing line that appears at this time*****

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