Nightwatcher

Xu Qi'an opened his mouth, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound.

He silently stared at Wei Yuan until the other party spoke the second sentence:

"Nalan Tianlu, since the start of the war, the Witch God Sect has slaughtered countless soldiers of our great feng. Today, we will kill you and your army of corpse soldiers, and then we will destroy the army of the three kingdoms of Yan, Kang, and Jing. In the spirit of heaven."

Xu Qi'an turned his head sharply, and saw a white-haired old man wearing a wizard's robe, sitting cross-legged on the barren land, his whole body was stained with blood, and his breath was weak. .

Behind the old sorcerer were three eminent Buddhist monks, one of whom Xu Qi'an knew was Du Er Luohan who led the Buddhist mission to Beijing that day.

"Here is a fragment of the Battle of Shanhaiguan twenty years ago."

He suddenly realized, and then remembered what Li Lingsu said, Dongfang Wanrong's master, the former city lord of Jingshan City, Nalan Tianlu died in the battle of Shanhaiguan, and died in Wei Yuan's scheme.

Nalan Tianlu was imprisoned on the second floor? But why did I see the scene of the Battle of Shanhaiguan? He was muttering in his heart, so he heard Nalan Tianlu sneer and say:

"Wei Yuan, Master Yu's primordial spirit is immortal, and the only ones who can kill me are first-rank Taoists or great wizards."

Xu Qi'an immediately looked at Wei Yuan, but found that he had disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was behind Nalan Tianlu, holding a knife in his right hand and a head in his left.

Nalan Tianlu's headless body sat cross-legged, and the blood on the neck spurted four or five meters high, like a fountain of blood.

Third rank, no, third rank is complete, stronger than King Zhenbei in Chuzhou. Xu Qi'an sighed in his heart, although he knew the truth earlier, but now he witnessed Wei Yuan's cultivation level with his own eyes, and still couldn't hide his inner sigh.

Du Er Luohan took out a golden bowl from his big sleeve, pointed the mouth of the bowl at Nalan Tianlu's body, and recited the scriptures of super-delivery.

The brilliant Buddha's light turned into a beam of light and irradiated on Nalan Tianlu's body, taking out an unreal primordial spirit and putting it in a golden bowl.

Du'er Luohan received the golden bowl, relieved, and said:

"Wei Shuai, Nalan Tianlu's primordial spirit, let the Buddhist sect deal with it. The Buddha Pagoda in Leizhou is the magic weapon of Faji Bodhisattva, dedicated to suppressing evil spirits. In less than a year, Nalan Tianlu's soul will be scattered."

Wei Yuan nodded: "Okay."

After finishing speaking, he walked away slowly, his sleeves fluttering.

"Wei Gong, Wei Gong"

Xu Qi'an chased after a few steps, raised his hand, and tried to persuade him to stay, but Wei Yuan couldn't hear him.

He let go of his hand in disappointment.

"Amitabha!"

At this time, he heard the sound of chanting the Buddha's name from behind him, and turned his head to see that it was not Duer Arhat, but monks from Sanhua Temple such as Jingxin, Jingyuan, and Hengyin.

They finally reached the second floor.

The monks of Sanhua Temple looked around blankly, as if they were also confused about why they were here.

Monk Jingxin looked at Xu Qi'an and said, "Benefactor, what did you see just now? Where is this?"

Xu Qi'an thought about it: "This should be the battlefield of Shanhaiguan Battle 20 years ago. What we are in is either an illusion or Nalan Tianlu's dream. Considering that the fourth-rank wizard is also called "Dream Wizard", I think It's the latter."

Nalan Tianlu's dream. Monk Jingxin suddenly realized, "It should be like this. Uncle Duan said that the second floor of the Buddha Pagoda was penetrated by Nalan Tianlu's power."

The entire second floor was infiltrated by Nalan Tianlu's power? Xu Qi'an frowned.

On the first seat of Sanhua Temple, Monk Heng Yin stared at Xu Qi'an and asked, "What did the benefactor see just now?"

"The scene before Nalan Tianlu's death. He died under the siege of Wei Yuan and Buddhist monks."

He didn't say that he was killed by Dueruohan because it would reveal that he knew Dueruohan.

The monks of Sanhua Temple nodded slowly, and the monk Jingyuan said in a deep voice: "Brother, how do we get out of the dream?"

Jing Xin glanced at Xu Qi'an, shook her head and remained silent.

He seemed to know, but he didn't want to say it in front of me, that's right, the Buddhism and the Witch God Sect had colluded and planned to undo Nalan Tianlu's seal. Xu Qi'an looked at the monks, his eyes resting on the empty hands of Monk Jingxin.

"Master Jingxin, where is the bead in your hand?"

If I remember correctly, Xu Qi'an clearly saw the first floor of the Buddha Pagoda reflected in the beads when he passed by.

Unsurprisingly, the function of the beads is to feed back the scene inside the pagoda to the outside world, so that the spiritual master Irbu and Duan King Kong can see the scene inside the pagoda.

Although the two parties have reached an agreement, they are also suspicious of each other at the same time. Beads are an important bridge to maintain their cooperation.

"Since this is a dreamland, the beads can't be brought in naturally."

Monk Jingxin gave an explanation.

In other words, we are not the real body now, but our consciousness has entered Nalan Tianlu's dream. Xu Qi'an touched his chin.

After a while, more and more people reached the second floor.

First of all, Yuan Yi, Li Shaoyun, Tang Yuanwu, and the Dongfang sisters and other fourth-rank masters. With their qualifications, they are the mainstay in any force.

For Buddhism, martial arts who can step into the fourth rank, of course, also have "Buddha nature".

Then came the local heroes of the rivers and lakes in Leizhou, whose number was reduced by two thirds.

When entering the first floor, there were about five or six hundred people, but now there are only less than two hundred people left.

"Where is this?"

"Worthy of being a Buddhist treasure, a world of its own?"

"The soil here is real, and the stones are real"

All the heroes talked about it, and those who were very curious even grabbed a handful of soil and put it in their mouths to taste it, and then spit it out "peh peh".

Liu Yun quickly joined up with Tang Yuanwu, the head of the same sect, and then looked around in the crowd, finally saw the Tsing Yi.

She is very concerned about this man, it has nothing to do with women's thoughts, it is purely the importance she attaches to the mysterious master.

The head monk Hengyin said loudly: "Blessings, this is Nalan Tianlu's dream. The place we are in is the Battle of Shanhaiguan twenty years ago. The scene in front of us is the Buddhist eminent monk besieging and killing Nalan Tianlu. The place."

In front of me, Xu Qi'an exchanged my information for favors and took a look at Heng Yin.

"I see!"

"Thank you Master for telling me."

"Who is Nalan Tianlu?"

The local Jianghu people in Leizhou suddenly realized and asked questions endlessly.

At that moment, Heng Yin announced Nalan Tianlu's identity to everyone.

"It's actually a second-grade rain master?"

"Second product"

"Buddhism is indeed powerful."

The faces of the people in the Jianghu were strange, and they were either emotional or shocked or afraid. In their eyes, the second-grade rain master was an existence that could not be reached, and was a fairy figure.

And such a character was actually suppressed here by Buddhism.

Dongfang Wanrong closed her eyes, opened them after a long time, and said via voice transmission:

"I can't sense where Master is, which means he has no self-awareness. This is indeed a dream, his dream."

Dongfang Wanqing nodded: "How to break the situation?"

Dongfang Wanrong shook her head: "Look again, look again"

While speaking, the picture changed suddenly, and everyone found themselves in the big tent. A cloaked wizard with white hair and white beard was sitting in the first seat, and beside the long table was a general in armor and a wizard in a cloak.

Xu Qi'an saw a familiar face among these people:

Nurheja!

"The southern demons form an alliance with the northern demons and barbarians, trying to restore the kingdom of ten thousand demons, while the southern Gu tribe wants to take advantage of the opportunity to sway the fate of the Dafeng kingdom. The Buddhist sects in the Western Regions and the demon tribes have a deep hatred, and they will not stand idly by. Dafeng and Buddhist sects are bound to join forces."

Nalan Tianlu looked around at all the wizards in the account, and said: "For my Witch God Sect, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. As long as we join the battlefield and completely defeat Dafeng and Buddhism, we will be able to fight together with the monsters, Gus, and barbarians. Divided into Kyushu."

The king of Yasukuni, Xiahou Yushu asked, "Why didn't you invade Dafeng from the southern border?"

Nurheja shook his head slowly:

"The Dafeng army is divided into two groups, one is assembled at the border of Shanhaiguan, and the other is Chen Bing at the border of the three northeast states. It is us who are defending. The war in Shanhaiguan is in full swing, and the Yaoman and Gu people are at a disadvantage. Unless we can penetrate half of the border in a short period of time. Dafeng, troops are coming to the capital, otherwise, once the battle in Shanhaiguan subsides, Dafeng and Buddhism will have time to mobilize troops to deal with us."

Nalan Tianlu nodded: "Therefore, we have to fight Dafeng and Fomen in Shanhaiguan to decide whether to win or lose. The debt Dafeng owed us back then should be repaid."

A wizard laughed and said: "The commander of the three armies of Dafeng is that eunuch named Wei Yuan. Hey, there is no one in the Central Plains?"

All the wizards and generals laughed.

At that time, Wei Yuan had a record of repelling the monsters, but compared to the large-scale battles that swept across the major forces in Kyushu, that war was only an insignificant victory.

People from Leizhou Jianghu watched the meeting, dumbfounded: "It's really the Battle of Shanhaiguan."

They had strange expressions on their faces. The Battle of Shanhaiguan took place twenty years ago. To them, it was a large-scale but extremely distant war.

Witnessing the high-level discussions of the Witch God Cult at this time, there is a sense of absurdity that history has come into life, and it is also shocking.

In addition, they learned part of the inside story of the Battle of Shanhaiguan.

This one of the largest and most tragic wars in the history of mankind is essentially a manifestation of the conflict between the major forces in Kyushu reaching its peak.

Nan Yao, who was exterminated in Jiazi Yaoyao, tried to restore the country, the Gu tribe tried to shake Dafeng's luck, and the Witch God demanded debts from Dafeng.

"This Nalan Tianlu said that I owe a great debt to the Witch God Cult, what kind of debt?"

Zhenfu General Li Shaoyun frowned.

He also asked other people's doubts.

Dongfang Wanrong said lightly:

"When Emperor Gaozu of Dafeng started his business, he was defeated several times. One time when he was at the end of the road, he borrowed 200,000 soldiers from the Wushen Sect. He promised to make the Sorcerer's Sect the state religion after the Great Zhou was overthrown. Unexpectedly, after Dafeng established the country, Emperor Gaozu turned his back on what he said."

This period of history is very secretive. In Dafeng, even scholars may not know it all.

"Shit!"

Li Shaoyun said lightly.

"That is, the Witch God Sect is also worthy of being my state religion?"

"Dafeng doesn't need a state religion, even if it is Renzong, it's just a foolish king's game."

"He's right, this bitch is talking nonsense."

People from Leizhou cursed loudly.

Yuan Yi suppressed his hand, the prestige of the commander of the capital made the people in the world calm down. He looked at the monks of Sanhua Temple and said:

"It's useless to talk too much, how to get rid of this dream?"

Monk Jingxin looked at Dongfang Wanrong. She was the only dream witch at the peak of the fourth rank, and only a wizard could deal with a wizard.

Dongfang Wanrong pondered for a moment, and said the same words: "Wait a little longer."

Not long after, everyone understood what it meant, and the picture changed again. The scene of the Battle of Shanhaiguan flashed before everyone's eyes like a revolving lantern.

The Southern Demon, the Northern Demon, the Gu Clan, the Witch God Sect, the Dafeng Army, and the Buddhist Kingdom of the Western Regions fought in a melee. Everyone witnessed the battle from Nalan Tianlu's perspective.

Until Nalan Tianlu was besieged and killed by Wei Yuan's design, his body was separated, the dream ended, and he entered a new round of reincarnation.

Through this dream, the words "powerless" were the most touched by everyone present.

Nalan Tianlu's powerlessness.

The masters of Buddhism are too perverted, and Wei Yuan's leading ability is too perverted.

After the war started, one battle after another was lost, and the combat power was wasted like blunt knives. There may be victories in some wars, but it is still difficult to restore the decline.

Li Shaoyun sneered and said, "What a thick skin. During the Battle of Shanhaiguan, it turned out that Buddhism was just a thug. Wasn't it my military god Wei Yuan who designed to besiege and kill Nalan Tianlu?"

He was mocking Monk Hengyin's statement that he attributed the killing of Nalan Tianlu to Buddhism.

The monk of Sanhua Temple clasped his hands together, speechless.

People from Leizhou looked disdainful.

At this time, the picture changed. It was not the Battle of Shanhaiguan, but an unfamiliar environment.

A strange dream.

The owner of the dream is a young man with two swords on his back. At this moment, he has a serious face, staring at the middle-aged man in front of him, who is also carrying two swords.

The middle-aged man said indifferently: "I will not hold back in this battle. If you can survive a hundred moves, you will be sent out. If you can't, you will die."

The young man with two swords on his back said lightly: "Stop talking nonsense, master, let's do it."

This battle was extremely tragic, the young man was carrying thirty-six knives, his breath was dying, and he almost died.

Turning the screen again, the owner of the dream is still a warrior with two swords on his back, instead of a boy, he has become a youth.

The enemy has also changed from a master to a gloomy old man.

The old man scolded angrily: "Tang Yuanwu, you dare to kill me. Your master is getting old, so I may be a little bit afraid. Five grades of energy are worthy of killing me?"

Tang Yuanwu said lightly: "Old monster of Snake Mountain, you rape and plunder, do all kinds of evil, I will kill you today."

Everyone looked at Tang Yuanwu one after another, and someone suddenly said:

"This is the famous battle where Master Tang killed the old monster of Snake Mountain, and entered the fourth rank in one battle."

"Well, I remembered. Back then, the old monster of Snake Mountain committed crimes in Leizhou. He committed several crimes of exterminating his family. He was wanted by the court. It was Master Tang who killed him. It caused a sensation in Leizhou at that time."

"However, why does the story of Master Tang's past appear here?"

Seeing this, Dongfang Wanrong breathed out, as if confirming a guess in her heart, she said in a deep voice:

"Because our primordial spirit was involved in Shi Nalan Tianlu's dream, under the influence of the dream witch, everyone's dreams are slowly intertwining."

"That means we are dreaming now?" Yuan Yi said in a deep voice.

Tang Yuanwu showed a sudden look: "The battle of leaving the teacher, the battle of beheading the old monster of Snake Mountain, is indeed the most thrilling battle in my life. Even after many years, I often dream about it."

"Being able to see the past of the Battle of Shanhaiguan, and the past of Master Tang killing the old monster of Snake Mountain, is not a worthwhile trip."

"Yeah, this experience, no one will believe it."

Afterwards, everyone experienced several dreams one after another. There was a battle on the battlefield between Li Shaoyun, the general of Zhenfu, and Yuan Yi, the commander of the capital, and a bloody fight between people from the rivers and lakes of Leizhou.

There are also magnificent scenes of eminent monks in the Western Regions chanting scriptures and teaching the Dharma from the perspective of Buddhist disciples.

Xu Qi'an mingled in the crowd, exceptionally silent, but kept his eyes on the Dongfang Sisters and the monk of Sanhua Temple.

Buddhism and the Witch God Sect came prepared. They must know how to get rid of the dream, how to release Nalan Tianlu, and how to get the dragon energy. They can't let them release Nalan Tianlu. Just as he was thinking, he suddenly heard an exclamation.

Looking sideways, I was also taken aback.

Foshan was peaceful, with golden light lingering in the clouds and mists. A young man in a policeman's uniform was holding his head in pain in the big formation, his face distorted.

This picture was so familiar that it made his face change drastically.

Buddhism fight!

Eight bitter formations!

Fuck, my dream? !