The light of the sky sank behind the mountaintops, and the foothills both near and far were immersed in darkness. On the exposed ground and in the dense forests, the vast and mighty figures spread out.
The night sky was gloomy with faint rumblings of thunder. The occasional flash of lightning illuminated the face of a person on a cliff. His eyes, filled with pale blue light, quietly watched the rapidly moving army below. The foot and middle of the mountain were filled with densely packed figures like an ant colony.
"Jiaomu Jiao Dou Jiande, Lou Jingou Li Mi, Juling Shen Cheng Yaojin, Zuo Tianpeng Qin Qiong, Wang Shichong Maoriji... Compared with the other three directions, this is the most difficult to deal with."
The spell that concealed the aura on the cliff enveloped several people. The leader was an old man, wearing a gray robe and a cloak embroidered with yin and yang. He had an old face and looked calmly at the distant mountain ridges in the darkness. Behind him were Zuo Zhengyang, who was wearing leather armor and a hat, Yan Chixia, Hong Lian, and Zhu Ganglie, who were carrying a wooden box.
“You have to chew it too.”
After the old voice fell, Lu Liangsheng shook his sleeves and slowly stood up. The dew accumulated between the leaves and grass rolled away from the tips of the leaves and gathered in his hands.
Boom—
Thunder suddenly exploded in the night sky. Dark clouds moved and gathered. After a moment, heavy rain poured down from the sky, hitting the woods and fields with a crackling sound.
On the cliff, Lu Liangsheng wiped away the water stains with one hand and made a gesture with his fingers. The night sky flashed lightning more and more frequently. The next moment, there was a loud bang, and a streak of lightning split out from the clouds and fell between the foothills, illuminating the army marching all over the mountains.
In the wet fallen leaves and mud, someone raised his head, waved his hand to block the rain from the sky, and turned his head slightly to give orders to his subordinates behind him.
"Someone is controlling the clouds and rain... driving thunder and lightning? Tell the Golden Light Holy Mother, Han Zhixian, and the immortals from the Thunder Department to take back the thunder and rain!"
"yes!"
The attendant lowered his head, turned and left. Soon, in the team of countless figures spreading forward and backward, a divine light flashed, and the heavy rain in the sky gradually subsided, and the electric snakes falling from the clouds disappeared without a trace.
The mountain breeze blew through the forest. Lu Liangsheng looked at the sky and couldn't help but smile. The magic spells he knew, the other party also knew. It was expected that his spells of controlling clouds and rain, summoning thunder, etc. would be suppressed.
"It would be a shame for a good Dharmadhatu to come to the world, but it has to imprison itself in a human body..."
"Strategy" says, "Use your own strengths to attack the other party's weaknesses."
With a flick of his wide sleeves, he put two fingers together to form a sword and quickly wrote the imperial edict in the air - Earth Fire, and then disappeared into the ground. Lu Liangsheng retracted his gaze and whispered, "Get ready."
The words seemed to be spoken to Yan Chixia, Zuo Zhengyang and Zhu Ganglie behind him, and also seemed to be orders to the surroundings in the air. When a cold wind blew past, the two men and the demon nodded, turned around and left, disappearing over the cliff.
The remaining woman in the red dress looked at the foothills in the distance and whispered, "Sir, can we really stop the gods here? After all, they are gods. After so long, they must be on guard against us, and... there are a lot of them."
Lu Liangsheng drew out the Yuelong Sword and held it in his hand. He shook the leather reins on it, leaned on the ground, and pushed a small stone off the cliff.
He looked outside for a moment before speaking slowly.
"Yes, without the corresponding troops, we can only take advantage of the darkness and any favorable terrain to launch a surprise attack. Even Hong Lian is a little skeptical. I don't believe we can stop them here and send them back to the sky one by one. I estimate that it won't be long before they really force their way to the city of Chang'an."
In the darkness of the night, the ground beneath his feet, irrigated by the heavy rain, gradually became vaporous. Lu Liangsheng waved his sleeves a few times to fan away the mist, and looked at a layer of misty white fog rising from the earth between the foothills opposite. His tone was calm, even a little indifferent.
"But as a human being, you must always do your best."
On the distant ridge, someone stopped and murmured in confusion.
"It's getting foggy?"
Advancing rapidly, the countless figures that spread across the mountain ridge suddenly stopped. The immortal soldiers attached themselves to the bodies of the mortal soldiers, and their souls had descended to the mortal world, so their abilities were ultimately limited. As they moved forward, the thick fallen leaves under their feet or the muddy road surface gradually became dry, and the fine water particles in the air rose up and filled the field of vision, forming a white fog, making it impossible to see the road under their feet.
There was even a shrill scream of "Ah--" in the distance that became ethereal, as if someone had taken a wrong step and fell off the cliff, and then a dull sound was heard from the deep ravine.
The figure who heard the muffled sound pulled the reins, drew out a pair of iron maces from his waist, and turned his head: "Let Han Zhixian help the wind and blow away the fog."
"Humph! This Lu Liangsheng knows how to think of a solution."
In the mist of the forest, figures slowly stopped. One of them was as tall as a tower, with a huge axe hanging down and dragging on the ground. He looked at the vast mist and made a hoarse sound in his throat.
"But if you come, you will die."
The sound was like that of a bronze bell ringing at the foot of the mountain. When the mist blown by the wind surged up, it spread and extended to another hilltop. More than ten figures were surrounded by gloomy aura, riding war horses, or leaning on weapons, each occupying a position and standing in a row.
Guan Yu sat on a rock at the edge of the cliff with his eyes closed and knife in hand, feeling the wind passing through his body. If calculated by his life age, he was nearly four hundred years old, and most of the people around him were like this, and there were some who were a little younger, but it didn't matter.
His beard fluttered in the wind, and he felt the wind getting stronger. He slowly opened his eyes, dragged his sword, and mounted his horse.
"Everyone, no matter what dynasty you were in when you were alive, as long as our souls are still here, we still hope to work together to stop the evil god from wreaking havoc on the world."
At the same time as the Yin Gods occupying various places on the mountaintops raised their hands one by one, a huge black shadow meandered in the Wei River and also rushed towards this side.
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After the sky was covered with stars and the clouds disappeared, the howling wind blew away the prosperous city. The emperor, along with his civil and military officials, climbed up the city wall and directed the soldiers to reinforce the city defenses. Amid the lights of thousands of homes behind him, the Wanshou Temple was quiet. A dark shadow stood in front of the window, looking up at the gray clouds in the distance where lightning flashed constantly, and noise could be heard faintly from the distant city wall.
The temple was quiet. In the past, there were voices here even at night, but the sudden change changed everything.
The short figure with flippers on his back sighed, "In the end, it's still up to me!"
The Toad Taoist slowly turned around, jumped to the desk, then leaped to the edge of the bed, opened the small bunk, and pulled out a black token that was almost as big as himself from underneath. When his webbed head touched it, it felt chilling.
He carried the purple gold gourd on his back, dragged the token in his hand, went down the attic and walked out of the eaves. In the cool night breeze, he walked towards the mountain gate below without looking back.
"Purple Smoke is coming!"
The sound of toads echoed in the darkness. A cloud of purple smoke gathered between the webbed feet. The Toad Taoist carried the gourd on his back and slowly rose into the sky. He looked at Mount Li shrouded in darkness in the east, silently chanted a mantra, and controlled the cloud of purple smoke and disappeared into the night.