"Amitabha!"

The Buddha's name sounded from behind the fat man and the monk. The Buddha, who had been sitting cross-legged before, took action. In fact, no matter how powerful he was in meditation, he would not be disturbed at this moment. In fact, the noise created by the sudden appearance of the five-clawed golden dragon phantom was too great.

The Buddha released a black aura, like an evil ghost walking out of the underworld, but his body was protected by Buddhism. The incarnation of Buddha and demon perfectly intertwined on his body, from the demon to the Buddha, and from the Buddha to save the demon.

"This looks are pretty handsome." The fat man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "I haven't seen this poss before."

"This is the Dharma body. The dragon is a phantom, and there is not even a soul. It is best to deal with it with the Dharma body." The monk explained while starting to rebuild the formation. "If you build the formation again, something must have happened there. Dabai cannot fall into it alone."

The fat man nodded, suppressed the rolling qi and blood in his body and began to rebuild the magic array, but he still asked again: "Monk, what is your Dharma body like? Jin Chanzi?"

The monk ignored the fat man and reconstructed the formation, and handed over the consolidation below to the fat man. He began to explore Su Bai's breath again and planned to reconstruct the connection.

The battle between the Buddha and the phantom of the golden dragon was not too fancy, and in fact it could not be too fancy. The reason why the fat man and the monk seemed to have been injured before was because their minds and spirits were connected to the formation. With this connection, the formation was shaken by the appearance of the golden dragon. In fact, this golden dragon had died more than two thousand years ago. It only exists in a memory and does not exist in this plane at all. It is a bit equivalent to a computer virus, which only damages the computer and does not cause any damage to the person sitting in front of the computer.

The Buddha burned the wisp of indefinite dragon power like a fireflies, and then returned to normal and walked to the fat man and the monk.

"What happened?" asked Master Buddha.

"I'm a little careless, haha." The monk actually smiled. "I'm now very curious about what kind of scene Dabai saw through the Yin soldiers, which could cause such a great shock. I've reconstructed the connection with Dabai. There should be no problem this time."

After saying that, the monk suppressed his Buddhist beads on the formation, and the fat man also stabbed his natal peach wood sword here. The two of them pressed the magic weapon comparable to the natal weapon on the formation to prevent what had happened just now from happening again.

"It seems that things are more interesting than I thought." Master Buddha sat down next to him, "I am looking forward to Dabai coming back early to tell me this story."

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But Su Bai, who was in the "interesting story" at this time, did not find it interesting at all.

The army that was still solemn and stern just now completely became a Shura battlefield. Killing people and being killed seemed to have become the only main theme at this time.

But Su Bai didn't understand, nor did he understand. What was going on? Although these tens of thousands of Qin troops were not the entire Qin army's strength at this time, they were definitely a backbone force. At present, the First Emperor above his head was just watching his soldiers kill each other here?

In fact, the five-clawed golden dragon that felt sick and dying from flying over might not be the car of the First Emperor, but more like a prey caught. According to historical records, Huangdi was earth virtue, Xia Dynasty was wood virtue, Shang Dynasty was gold virtue, Zhou Dynasty was naturally fire virtue, Qin Dynasty was water virtue. Qin water virtue was continued in the early Han Dynasty, Emperor Wu of Han responded to earth virtue, and Liu Xiu began to respond to fire virtue. Therefore, if the First Emperor wanted to find his own car, it should be a black dragon, not a golden dragon.

But the blood of this golden dragon became a catalyst, making the Qin soldiers below crazy and hysterical.

The powerful energy fluctuations were constantly venting around, and the terrible momentum of landslides and sinking was created here. The strength of these soldiers was unusual. The battle between tens of thousands of people seemed to have countless missiles collectively fell here.

Confused, unknown,

As well as the bloodthirsty and killing that seemed to have been infected, Su Bai gradually began to lose himself. He slowly stood up and then looked at the long spear in his right hand.

Then, Su Bai waved him up and stabbed directly at the Qin soldier in front of him.

"puff…………"

The long Ge pierced his body, which made Su Bai somewhat unexpected. He was a little puzzled whether he was really in the ancient battlefield of that era, or was his ghost soldiers who had merged into the mental state of one of the soldiers after using the passage.

It seems unlikely that he can really kill people now, because he is just a bystander, not a participant, but he feels that he is now completely involved, constantly waving weapons, constantly stabbing long spears into the bodies of one robe after another.

Blood was splattering, body was breaking, and Su Bai's killing became more and more skilled after experiencing the initial torture and struggle. The bloodthirst and madness had completely submerged his reason, just as in front of him was not his colleagues, but enemy chiefs who were enemies with the empire and Zulong!

kill,

kill,

kill,

Kill! Kill! Kill!!!!!!!!

Su Bai knew that something was wrong in this state, but he was unable to change him. He had become increasingly integrated into this scene, as if this was his own memory, and it was like this memory, which was happening.

As the killing began, Su Bai felt that his body was getting stronger and stronger. The flesh and blood of the former robes merged into his body, turned into nutrients, and began to nourish himself continuously.

This is like raising a Gu, or a redistribution of resources.

Tens of thousands of Qin soldiers were like a large circle of Gu insects, they were biting, they were devouring, they were powerful, and at the same time, they were also dedicating.

Su Bai felt his eyes begin to get wet, kill, kill, kill,

Fewer and fewer people,

Less and fewer,

The mania and madness at the beginning are slowly fading away, and the killing action seems to be just a mechanical habit, an instinct, and an inertia.

You cannot get the slightest pleasure and achievement from the killing, and, as you see more and more limbs on the ground, a desolate atmosphere begins to keep surrounding you.

In the sky, the Ancestral Dragon stood silently. The five-clawed golden dragon seemed to have completely lost its vitality, but its body was still floating in the sky. Its huge body looked no different from the rootless duckweed at this time.

Zulong's hand was trembling slightly, but this tremor was hidden by him under his black dragon robe. He had faced countless times more tragic than this, but now this scene hurts him the most.

A gentle young man walked to Zulong and stood a general next to him.

Zulong nodded, as if he had agreed to the young man's request.

The young man held a flute and began to blew a song "The Soul Returns". This is a scene that cannot be recorded in historical books and a scene that later generations are doomed to be unable to understand, but it really happened. Fighting with each other, helpless, painful, aggrieved, anger, and all kinds of emotions are constantly intertwined and hovering, making people feel as if they were suppressed by a mountain, and it is difficult to breathe!

Su Bai has forgotten who he is. He is just repeating and constantly killing. If he doesn't kill others, others will kill him, and there is no choice at all.

Finally, when the number of people standing around was small to a certain extent, everyone subconsciously stopped killing. There were about 500 people and tens of thousands of soldiers, and only 500 were left. Each of them had a huge evil spirit, and each of them was extremely vigorous in their qi and blood.

It is no exaggeration to say that these five hundred people are the essence of these tens of thousands of troops.

Fusu stopped playing, and he seemed to be afraid to look directly at the tragic scene below. He was puzzled, he was confused, and he was helpless. He didn't know why his father did this. These were all the consolidated army that followed his father's battles and swept across the six countries. Now, they are almost all buried here.

Meng Tian, ​​who was standing beside him, reached out and grabbed Fusu's shoulder. Fusu wanted to resist, but failed. He was eventually forcibly brought back to Longhu by Meng Tian.

Zulong stepped on his feet and fell down. At this time, the five hundred soldiers who had just killed were almost completely following their instincts and knelt down towards Zulong in front of him.

Zulong walked past each of them, like a review, but the broken limbs and broken bodies around the mountains did not create any joyful atmosphere.

When Zulong walked past him, Su Bai clearly noticed the person in front of him, and seemed to pause for a moment. For a moment, a feeling of being completely seen through his heart came, but it seemed that there was only one moment of pause, Zulong walked towards the next person.

In the distance, there was a hustle and bustle of carriages. A white-haired old man dressed in a warlock slowly walked over. There were many boys and girls standing behind the old man. They were pushing the carriage all the way, and the carriage was placed on the carriage with black coffins.

The old man walked to Zulong and bowed to greet him.

Zulong turned his back, and the two seemed to be communicating. Finally, Zulong nodded.

The old man stood up, holding a string of paper talismans in his hand, he walked to a Qin soldier and pasted the paper talisman on Qin soldier's forehead. The Qin soldier fell down immediately and was unconscious.

The boys and girls on standby reached out and lifted the Qin soldier and put them in the coffin. The boys and girls all had talisman paper sticking behind them, which was a bit similar to the Yellow Turban Strongman refined by Taoists in later generations, so they were very powerful.

The old men pasted them one by one. It seemed that because of the Zulong, no soldier resisted. They fell down one by one because they were pasted with talisman paper, and were transported into the coffin by the boys and girls one by one and sealed them.

Finally, the old man came to Su Bai. He picked up the talisman paper, but suddenly paused. Then, a suspicious smile appeared on his face, but his movements did not stop. The hand holding the talisman paper began to move towards Su Bai's forehead.

Su Bai suddenly felt a huge sense of crisis in his heart.

It seems that if this talisman paper is pasted,

Then whoever I am,

No matter where you are,

No matter what identity or medium you enter here,
Chapter completed!