The morning light broke through the gaps in the clouds, and under the golden sunlight, dust and smoke filled the sky.
The bronze shafts rolled over the bumpy and uneven ground. Chariots came forward in dense crowds, raising dust. Under the sunlight, the bronze rust appeared. Behind the terracotta warriors driving the chariots, there were two people holding spears and swords. The whole momentum rose and fell like a tide, launching a charge across the plain.
At the front of the battle, two anti-king soldiers worked together to smash a stone figurine. Before they could rush to the next figurine, their feet shook. The moment they turned their heads, they finally felt fear in their hearts.
They were the souls of immortal soldiers and were once the people of the Shang and Zhou dynasties. They had experienced the battles of that time and had also experienced death. They were not afraid of the sudden attack of the army of stone warriors because they did not necessarily lose. However, at this moment, the two of them, as well as everyone who saw this scene, suddenly missed the days when they were on duty in heaven.
Shouldn't go down...
He thought.
In the field of vision, the bronze warhorse with flying hooves and dragging the chariot enlarged in the eyes, like a copper wall and iron wall pressing down on him—
Boom boom boom…
Countless shafts and horse hooves rolled and tumbled, carrying the chariots into the crowded crowd of people and stone figurines. People's bodies hit the bronze horses, their cheeks were torn and bloody, their bodies were instantly squeezed and deformed, and they were knocked several feet away. Some people fell to the ground and were caught in the tumbling horses' hooves and crushed under the shafts. There was a crackling sound of flesh, bones and stones breaking. On the shaking chariots, the terracotta soldiers waved their long spears to hook and knock to the ground one by one the rebel soldiers who missed the chariots. Some chariots rolled over corpses and overturned, and banged against a nearby star emitting divine light. The heavy car bodies and horses pressed each other: "Ah-" screams, and then slid a long distance on the ground, leaving a bloody red.
With a hysterical scream, the giant spirit smashed the charging bronze warhorse with an axe, and its huge body fell to the ground. The carriage frame that followed behind hit the horse, and lifted the terracotta warriors on it high up. There was a loud bang, and then it was knocked to the side by a punch from its huge body, and there was another loud bang.
The ferocious and hideous face looked at the overturned frame, and with an angry shout of "Uh-ah", his tall body rose from the ground. As his body quickly rose, he kicked out, and kicked away a nearby chariot and the stone figurines rushing past. He raised the huge axe like a mountain, and then, there was a loud 'bang', sparks jumped up, and an equally huge rake hit his axe and pressed it back.
In the morning light, the terracotta warriors and chariots passed under the two huge legs, with thick black tails sweeping. Zhu Ganglie held the rake and pressed the opponent's axe back to the opponent's chest. Jiuchi grabbed the shoulder of the giant spirit and said, "Go back to heaven."
As the sound rang out, the demon and the god shrank back to their original sizes almost at the same time. In the clash of weapons, Zhu Ganglie raised his foot and stamped on the opponent's chest, causing the giant god to stumble back. When the nine-toothed rake was raised high and smashed down, a divine light flew over and pulled the giant god back. The rake smashed the ground full of mud and stones.
"Let's go!"
Jiazi Tai Sui Yang Ren roared, pulled the other party to knock away a fighting soldier, and rushed to the rear. The soldiers possessed by immortals surrounded him and tried to stop the pig monster. While the giant spirit was struggling and roaring, he looked back and saw that the soldiers were swept away one by one by Zhu Ganglie who had let go of his hands, and their souls were scattered.
"Tian Peng! Bian Zhuang! You were so arrogant as to think you were a god—"
The huge figure grabbed a person and lifted him up in mid-air, took out the immortal soldier's soul from inside, and shouted: "You are causing chaos in the world, and you are rude enough to call yourself an immortal!"
He tore the struggling soul left and right with his hands, tearing it into two halves.
…
When Lu Liangsheng came over in a bronze chariot, it was already bright in the sky. The whole plain was filled with dust and smoke, and lines of human blood were spreading. Looking down from the sky, there were patches of bright red of varying sizes. Crossbow arrows kept flying across the sky, nailing rocks, trees in the forest, and human bodies. The anti-king army that was advancing on the plain was forced back to the eastern foothills under the stone figurines' reckless charge.
The mountains, mountainsides and foothills were densely packed with fighting figures. Compared to the night, in the sunlight, the terracotta soldiers fighting with the rebel soldiers were nearly two meters tall. Their stone bodies brought tremendous power every time they struck down. Even if they were possessed by immortal soldiers, it was difficult for ordinary people to resist. Often, their arms holding the weapons would be broken if they were hit hard.
Right now, a large number of the rebel soldiers were forced to retreat to the foot of the mountain. The terracotta warriors at the foot of the mountain had become like a huge goose-shaped formation. Under the command of the Yin gods such as Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, and Zhao Yun, they gradually engulfed the mountain, surrounded it, and prepared to attack it.
The golden sunlight swept across the dusty fields. The chariot slowly stopped at the foot of the mountain with the creaking sound of the axles rubbing against each other. Listening to the shouts of the attackers, Lu Liangsheng felt like he was dreaming.
Last night we ambushed and tested the enemy, but we were caught in the ambush and had to flee. Now the situation has been reversed, which proves the saying: There is no constant in war.
However, those who were possessed by the immortal soldiers were killed by the stone statues, leaving him to close his eyes.
At the side, Toad, who was wearing a black robe with gold patterns, glanced at his disciple, probably saw what he was thinking, and raised his hand to press down the shaking bead curtain.
"These belong to the gods."
"Um."
Lu Liangsheng's injuries had healed a little by now. He opened his eyes again, nodded, and agreed with what his master said. Then he looked over at the forest where fighting was raging, his eyes calm.
"Master, do you think they will fight to the death?"
"Yes." Toad shook his sleeves and lay down in a different position.
…
The slaughter at the foot of the mountain and the mountainside was still spreading, and the whole mountain was shaking slightly. There were not many stars gathered on the top of the mountain, and only seven or eight could still gather.
"I didn't expect to be defeated so quickly..."
"I didn't expect the Qin Shi Huang's terracotta warriors to come... Could it be that he is not dead?"
"Well, after the Ancestral Dragon Seal was shattered, we thought he had given up on the idea of immortality, but he used other methods to deceive us... I can't bear to be plotted against like this when the big thing is about to happen."
"Don't lose heart. As long as we kill Lu Liangsheng and take back the Kongtong Seal, as long as the hole created by the demon star is not repaired, we can find another opportunity to come down."
"What other immortals are there..."
"Almost all of them have left. Most of the White Tiger Star, the Three Star Gods, and the Twenty-Eight Mansions are gone... Even Wang Lingguan's image has been beaten back to heaven."
"Then our east side is useless, right?"
"That's about it. We can only hope in the other three directions."
"Where is the Third Prince?"
"I don't know yet..."
"Let's go. Don't worry about this place. While these Yin gods and stone figurines are cleaning up, let's work together to charge again!"
Qinglongxing was covered in wounds. He looked at the body he was attached to and sighed. A round of divine light emerged from his forehead and flew to the ground, transforming into his original body shape. He turned back and glanced at the other seven immortals who had also left their bodies: Juling Shen, Zhao Jiang, the Lord of Thunder, Huang Tianlu, the Lord of the Western Dipper, Yang Ren, the Tai Sui of Jiazi, Su Quanzhong, the Lord of Pojun, Xu Gai, the Sun Star, and Zhu Zhao, the Tail Fire Tiger...
In an instant, eight divine lights burst out from the top of the mountain, crossed the morning sun, and flew downwards together.
However, what greeted them was Lu Liangsheng on the carriage, waving his sleeves and shouting, "Capture him!"
The several Yin gods who were originally attacking the mountain, as well as the stone statues that were guarding them, painted magic circles, formed a formation, and rushed forward.