Of course, Ji Thrush and the others would not just stand there and wait for the Holy Court Army to encircle them.
They need to take the initiative and look for battlefields that are beneficial to themselves in advance.
Before the transfer, Master Mingjun took out a whistle from his dirty robes, and blew it several times.
Not long after, a clump of bushes beside the clearing began to rustle and tremble, and then a black and white animal came out.
Ji Thrush: "!!"
—Ahhh! !
He screamed frantically in his heart, and pointed at the chubby, chubby beast with trembling hands, his eyes were wide open, and his mouth formed an "O" shape, which was extremely shocking.
"Don't panic."
The fat monk completely misunderstood the meaning of Ji Xiaoniao's expression, and explained softly:
"It's an iron-eating beast, and it's also my mount."
Master Ming Jun paused:
"Don't worry, although it looks fierce, it is actually very docile and will not attack people casually."
Ji Thrush: "No..."
His eyes were glued to the iron-eating beast, and he couldn't take it off no matter what.
— This is a panda!
—A living one, not a national treasure kept in a zoo! !
—It can be touched, it is wild and rolling! ! !
Ji Thrush: "You, you just ride this bear... No, is this iron-eating beast going to the front line?"
"correct!"
Master Mingjun nodded as a matter of course:
"It is a good partner who accompanies the poor monk through life and death!"
Ji Thrush: "..."
He almost bent forward in frustration on the spot.
—You really have the heart to let Fat Da accompany you through life and death!
But now is not the time to discuss whether we should ride pandas to war.
After the fat monk recalled his mount, the group quickly shifted positions.
They chose a cliff as a place to confront the Holy Court army.
Everyone here is condescending, and the north is backed by the cliff, so it is impossible to climb. If the Holy Court army wants to attack, they can only choose the relatively gentle hillside in the south.
They also specially lit a few torches so that the pursuers could find their position as soon as possible.
Standing on the high cliff, Ji Thrush looked at the fire dragon getting closer and closer below, and felt his heart beating and his blood boiling.
In front are the alien soldiers who have devastated the people of China, and behind them is the ancient army that has just woken up from a thousand-year slumber.
—Now, they also have the strength to contend with the invaders!
No one spoke.
Ji Thrush and his party stood on the cliff, silent and cold.
And the 12,368 zombie soldiers lined up neatly, standing along the mountain, covering the entire cliff.
They don't even move their fingertips, they are as solemn as statues of stone sculptures, and at the moment when the night is darkest, they are like ghosts in the forest.
The holy court army is getting closer.
With the eyesight of Ji Thrush as an archer, he could already see the armor patterns of the paladins in the front.
"Look at the poor monk!"
At this moment, the fat monk suddenly stopped drinking, turned over and rode on his iron-eating beast, raised the bronze cauldron on his shoulders above his head, and with the bottle mouth down, he shouted:
"Follow me to charge!!"
As soon as the words fell, billows of black smoke gushed out from the bronze cauldron.
The thick smoke overflowed the river embankment like a tide, surging down the hillside, and the waves rolled straight towards the Holy Court army.
For a while, there were only exclamations, screams, roars, and fighting sounds one after another.
After the black smoke fell to the ground, it turned into soldiers with livid faces, fighting with the leading paladins.
They are the human sacrifices sleeping in the imperial tombs, the dark chess laid thousands of years ago, and the invincible ghost soldiers at night.
Even a paladin with a protective body of holy light is completely powerless against the ghost soldiers who are overwhelming like migratory locusts.
However, the hillside is very steep and there are not many places to stay, so they can only go up in a few columns, so that when the forward is attacked, there is no way to retreat. It was instantly torn to pieces by the ghosts.
The night is the battlefield of evil spirits.
They live in the Qingtong cauldron, and they are even stronger than human soldiers ten times their size in the dark night.
When Ji Thrush entered the imperial mausoleum, he never expected that there would be such a good deal of buy one get one free, and there would be an extra 10,000 ghost soldiers.
At this time, Master Mingjun rode the panda down the hillside, brandishing his vajra, and stood in a ball with the paladin.
The two spheres were sandwiched between the chaotic army, and they were extremely flexible, rushing left and right, without losing the wind in the slightest.
"Humph."
The second young master of the Dong family folded his arms and watched the battle on the hillside, and snorted softly:
"It seems that the battle can indeed be ended before dawn."
Although the young man looked disdainful, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and Ji Thrush knew that he was actually very happy.
However, at the next moment, the battle situation on the hillside suddenly changed.
A mass of golden holy light exploded in mid-air, like a small sun, instantly illuminating the ten li radius as if it were daytime.
The holy light is the strongest nemesis of all dark creatures—including undead, and immediately forced the large group of ghost soldiers to retreat.
Ji Thrush narrowed his eyes, looking at the dazzling luminous body in midair.
In the blindingly white light, he could vaguely distinguish the outline of a person.
The man was suspended in mid-air, wearing a black robe, and he was posing as a classic magic stick with his hands raised horizontally. Three pairs of bright wings of light extended from his back. At first glance, he looked like the legendary six Winged Seraphim.
"what!"
Elena, who was standing behind Ji Thrush, let out a short exclamation.
Ji Thrush turned his head and asked:
"You know him?"
The red-haired witch nodded, her face was as pale as paper, and she replied tremblingly:
"I've heard of him, the six-winged son Joshua."
Joshua, like the Anthony they had met before, was a child that the Holy Court spent a lot of effort searching from all corners of the Western European continent, and was born with a much stronger affinity for the Holy Light than ordinary people.
The reason why this young man named Joshua was so famous that even the witch who served the darkness knew him was because he was the third among the twelve holy sons.
In other words, his power is very strong, almost representing the top few combat power of the holy court.
The "sacred relic" he used was a pure gold crown.
According to legend, it is the crown worn by the holy master Ti, the representative of the saint thousands of years ago, when he established the first kingship in the world. A drop of God's blood is preserved in the ruby inlaid in the middle.
Just as Elena tried to tell Ji Thrush what she knew about the six-winged son Joshua, the large group of holy light in the sky also changed at this time.
The holy son Joshua first suppressed the large group of ghost soldiers with a strong light, and then urged the power of the holy light in the "holy relic" to use his strongest move.
The figure of the seraph grew longer and larger, and gradually expanded into a giant with a height of 20 meters. The black silk robe turned into a fine and soft light curtain, pouring down like a waterfall, six With only one wing erected on the back, the wingspan alone almost covered the entire battlefield.
The giantized Joshua's facial features are very delicate, his eyebrows and eyelashes are all pure gold, when he lowered his eyes and gazed tenderly at the battlefield under his feet, he was exactly like those compassionate and holy angels in the church.
However, the beautiful angel made an unambiguous move.
He stretched out his big hand and flicked it on the battlefield, gracefully as if scooping up a handful of holy water, but what he scooped up were more than a dozen ghost soldiers.
They were held by Joshua in his hand like a cloud of mist, and when he squeezed them hard again, the shrill ghost cries echoed in the dark mountains and forests—the ghost soldiers were crushed into powder by the holy light and disappeared without a trace.
Master Mingjun riding a panda is rushing here and there on the battlefield, while avoiding Joshua's capture, he is fighting bravely with the ghost soldiers.
"That person's ability is very similar to Brother Dagen."
Ji Thrush turned to look at Ren Jianmo beside him, and smiled:
"It's just that there is an extra body of holy light, which may be a bit troublesome..."
Ren Jianmo heard what he meant:
"What are you going to do?"
Ji Thrush patted the electric mirror hanging on his waist, and smiled brightly:
"Let me go."
Ren Jianmo nodded.
He didn't say anything, just stretched out his hand and gently pushed Ji Thrush on the back.
Following this force, Ji Xiaoniao jumped down the hillside, flew out like a real bird, and rushed towards the six-story giant of light.
—He wants to try to see how much he can do now!
When the first ray of sunlight fell on the forest in the morning, the battle that lasted for an entire hour finally stopped.
On the ramp, there were corpses everywhere.
Although it was a melee in the era of cold weapons, but because it was a night battle, many plants and trees were accidentally ignited by torches, and large groups of thick smoke rose into the sky, invisible to make the battlefield even more tragic.
Master Mingjun rode a panda across the battlefield, while counting the number of ghost soldiers, and at the same time put them all back into the bronze cauldron before the sky completely brightened.
After a big battle, the fat monk himself looked very embarrassed. A monk's robe was so rotten that he couldn't wear it anymore, drooping at his waist like a rag, his streaky body was shaking, and there was a large area of hideous burns from his left shoulder to his back, which was the medal left by the master for facing the holy light.
And the originally majestic Fatty, because he carried his master on the battlefield and killed seven times, his whole body was stained with blood and smoke, and the whole bear was so dirty that he couldn't see it. Barge big briquettes.
As for Ji Thrush, he was sitting in the middle of the battlefield right now, regardless of the mess and stench around him, he directly took out food and drinking water from the ring space, took them apart and began to eat and drink.
Joshua fell about ten meters away in front of Ji Xiaoniao. He had returned to his original body shape, his face was motionless, his breath was cut off, and a circle of pure gold crown was cut into two pieces, stuck crookedly between his light flaxen hair.
"Good job, little bird!"
Dong Jing is directing his zombie army to clean up the battlefield, clean up the corpses of the Holy Court army, and extinguish the sporadic flames everywhere.
He walked quickly to Ji Thrush's side, his face was flushed with excitement and excitement that had not yet faded.
Don't treat each other with admiration for three days.
But the second young master of the Dong family didn't expect that Ji Xiaoniao would be able to kill such a behemoth on his own after only three days, and only half a day later--and the opponent was the strongest fighting force of those Xiyi barbarians one!