girl let me check

Chapter 325 Rushing into the formation
The atmosphere in the Xiangyang Prefecture was a little heavy.

"The last place where Brother Fang appeared was the Great Huanyuan Temple. I will send someone right now...I will take them there myself."

Xiao Jin stood up quickly, grabbed the jade flute beside him and started to go out.

"hold on."

Xie Lingwan said softly, her watery eyes staring quietly at the reed wreath in her hand.

Xiao Jin: "..."

The girl leaned against the door and stopped.

Time passed minute by minute in the silence between the two of them, but the reed wreath in their hands still showed no reaction.

"Can't wait any longer."

Xiao Jin took a deep breath and gritted his teeth and said.

"squeak."

The door was pushed open, and Tao Yunjiang rushed in.
"Did something happen to Fang Weihan?"

She asked eagerly to the two people in the hall.

Xiao Jin said coldly: "He hasn't responded to messages, so something might have happened. I'm about to go to the Grand Huanyuan Temple to find him. Jiang Jiang, do you want to come with me?"

"Let's go now."

After the discussion, the two girls were about to go out. At this moment, a loud phoenix call sounded faintly in the sky.

Stardust light fragments scattered, and then Wen Zhexue's figure gradually solidified in the room.

"He is trapped in a time barrier that cannot be broken from the outside."

The girl looked around and nodded slightly at them.

Xie Lingwan slowly let go of the reed wreath in her hand and stood up: "What kind of time barrier?"

"Buddhist time enchantment is a particularly mysterious power. I know very little about it."

Wen Zhexue said.

"Buddhists are kind in nature, so there is no need to worry about his safety."

Hearing this, the three girls present were more or less relieved.

"You have Lao Wen Yuchen."

Xie Lingwan bowed her hands.

"Also, how long does this time barrier last?"

"One month."

"It seems that my husband has encountered some kind of opportunity. Then... we seem to have to end the Vulcan Cult matter before he comes back."

Xie Lingyuan chuckled.

Tao Yunjiang hesitated: "Shouldn't we take him with us when we go to Xicheng County?"

Xie Lingwan: "This operation is an army operation. One person's strength can't change anything. Let your husband take a good rest."

"Hmph... I will take Brother Fang back to Changming when I get back! You should also go back to your Kuaiji!"

After Xiao Jin felt relieved, he had the time to glare at her.

"Ah."

Xie Lingwan casually took the evergreen rose aside and pulled off all its petals, her eyes flashing.

……

……

"boom!"

A ray of golden light passed over Fang Weihan's head with the force of thunder, and hit the crowd behind him heavily, sending pieces of flesh and blood flying across the sky.

"Where the hell is this...?"

Fang Weihan found a big rock as a cover and crouched on the ground pretending to be dead.

"Didn't they say that Buddhism is good in nature and there is no danger to life? Then what the hell was that golden light just now?"

Yun Shu said tentatively: "Maybe...then will it be okay if the golden light hits you?"

"How about you try it?"

The girl moved her body back quietly: "I don't want it."

"When I first came here, I discovered that my cultivation seemed to have been suppressed to the level of the second rank of Mingwu, and I couldn't even condense the blood on the surface of my body."

Fang Weihan stretched out his hand, and the blood swirling on his palm was as thin as nothing.

He looked at the clothes he was wearing. It was a set of mail armor, and the connection between the chain ring and the armor plates was slightly damaged.

Looking at the magnificent temple in front of him, Fang Weihan instantly understood his true situation.

This should be the scene when the Zhou army attacked the Great Huoyuan Temple, and the strange mirror pulled him in and turned into an ordinary soldier in the army.

Fang Weihan looked at Yun Shu with some suspicion: "What did you say about pursuing good fortune and avoiding misfortune? How come you don't even know that I was dragged into this?"

"Are you not as high in character as that mirror? You can't see through other people's tricks..."

"What nonsense!"

Yun Shu's hair instantly exploded.

"Regardless of what the mirror is, I am the holy instrument with the highest moral character in the world. How can there be anything with higher character than me?"

"Besides, if the technique of seeking good luck and avoiding evil doesn't work, it only means that this place is good for you,"

"Anyway... Yun Shu is always right anyway, just remember this sentence!"

The girl rambled on a lot, as if she was about to convince herself. The more she spoke, the more confident she became.

Fang Weihan was about to speak again, and then another golden light struck, exploding on the ground behind him, causing flying sand and rocks.

He turned his head and looked back, only to see a sea of ​​people swarming toward the smoke.

"Shield formation, shield formation!"

The officer's rough roar echoed on the chaotic battlefield, like a calming needle for all the soldiers.

"Dragon Shield Wall! Protect the trebuchet!"

Countless shield-bearing guards of the Zhou Dynasty rushed towards the trebuchet. Square rib-like shields were stacked on top of each other, forming a Great Wall of flesh and steel.

Blood flows between the shield walls, and the blood link gathers the strength of all soldiers on the shield. This is the most indestructible temporary defense line on the battlefield.

"boom!"

Another golden light struck, violently hitting the shield wall, shaking several shield guards so hard that they vomited blood and flew back. Their bodies were thrown high and then hit the crowd behind them.

But someone immediately took their place, re-formed into a shield wall formation, and used their bodies to hold up the collapsing shield. Several more rays of golden light struck, but Longxiang's shield wall remained standing.

The booms of dozens of trebuchets rose at the same time, and the boulders in the trebuchets were thrown out with great force under the recoil of falling to the ground.

The boulder cut through the air and made a sharp explosion. Stones like raindrops hit the golden dome array in front, instantly tearing open countless gaps.

The great formation was shattered, and the monks armed with sticks and swords were waiting under the courtyard wall. The kind faces of the past were no longer there, and what was reflected in their eyes was biting hatred.

"The energy of the formation is exhausted. Flankers, lead the geese to the formation! Approach the temple wall!"

The general yelled behind him.

"Here!"

In response to the roar of mountains and tsunamis, countless light infantrymen rushed out from the flanks of the shield wall, accompanied by a rain of arrows like a swarm of locusts covering the front.

After the arrow rain subsided, the light infantry who advanced dozens of steps in front of the monks' formation pulled out their throwing axes from behind and threw them forward with full force.

The ax blade shimmering with cold light flew high into the sky, and then swooped down like lightning, killing countless monks in an instant. For a while, the miserable howls of the monks could be heard endlessly.

The light infantry formed a wild goose formation to engage the monks, with the sound of swords clashing and nails clanging.

The battlefield situation soon developed towards a one-sided situation towards the Zhou army.

The monk's combat experience was obviously insufficient. Although he had a slight advantage in personal cultivation, he was obviously no match for the great Zhou Yanxing dead soldiers who crawled out from the dead.

Their formation was scattered and torn into pieces, and they had no choice but to retreat back, step by step, to the vicinity of the three-foot-high courtyard wall. "Those monks retreated! What a bunch of cowards..."

The general stood on the high platform in front of him, turned around, drew out his sword, and shouted loudly:
"Fight with your life and live towards death! We have survived more than a hundred battles, how can we back down in this last battle!"

"Your Majesty's imperial edict, after this battle, we will go home and live a good life!"

"Generals of the Great Zhou Dynasty, charge with me!"

The general rushed towards the flaming temple ahead.

"kill!!"

Behind him, countless heavy infantrymen rushed out from the central army, holding round shields and began to charge, fearless of death.

The brown-red Zhou army gathered in one place and formed a torrent, which was about to swallow up the temples in front of them.

Fang Weihan stood behind the stone, looking at the battlefield in front of him where the shouts of killing were loud, like a purgatory on earth, and his thoughts were extremely complicated.

At this time, the Zhou army was undoubtedly the most powerful army. They were well-equipped, highly skilled, and had high morale. And a general who is tempered in the flames of war and is willing to share the joys and sorrows with the soldiers.

When generals draw their swords, they will shout "Come on me" instead of "Fight me". They are far from being comparable to today's pampered military attachés.

Even if they were facing a dragon in the cold pool, they would still tear off all its ferocious scales.

"So...should I rush with them?"

Fang Weihan hesitated.

However, if he keeps hiding here and pretending to be dead, there is a high probability that he will not be able to leave this illusion.

"There must be an anchor point in the illusion of time and space, which serves as a bridge between the two worlds and is also the overlap between reality and dreams."

Yun Shu said.

"The anchor point of the mirror, flower, water and moon I constructed is on myself, so the anchor point of this illusion is most likely also at the position of the mirror."

"You have to climb into that tower before the Zhou army gets there."

Fang Weihan looked at the bloody battlefield in the distance, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

"Are you serious?"

"of course."

Fang Weihan took a deep breath and clenched the Lumen that transformed into an ordinary sword in his hand.

He rolled over from behind the bunker, picked a place with the least intensity of fighting, and prepared to rush to the distant courtyard wall from there.

But the monk opposite couldn't care about this.

They saw a man wearing the uniform of the Great Zhou Army rushing towards him, and they all changed their targets to him.

A wooden stick was swept from below. Fang Weihan jumped up to avoid it in embarrassment. At the same time, he turned around and slashed the monk's throat with his backhand sword.

He clutched his throat and backed away repeatedly, and was about to collapse to his knees.

Fang Weihan grabbed his collar, stamped his feet on the ground and dashed forward, using the monk's body to block himself from several hacks with simple knives.

The sound of the sword cutting into flesh was horrifying, and the blood splattered from the monk's corpse covered his armor.

Fang Weihan threw away the tattered body and danced his long sword in front of him. The airtight sword energy blocked all the incoming weapons.

He didn't want to tangle with these people anymore, just to save his blood and rush to the pagoda before the Zhou army arrived.

There was a fierce battle at the temple gate, and I would definitely not be able to survive. If you want to enter the temple, you can only climb over this wall.

"Yunshu, help me fly over."

Fang Weihan whispered.

Three meters in front of him was the courtyard wall. He jumped up high, inserted his long sword into the cracks of the bricks, and made an action similar to pole vaulting.

The light of the stars flashed away, instantly giving Fang Weihan a powerful push.

Under everyone's stunned gaze, his body drew a parabola in an almost impossible way and landed heavily on the courtyard wall.

Compared with the bloody battle outside the courtyard wall, there were much fewer monks inside the courtyard wall. The Zhou army had not yet completely conquered this place, and there were only a small number of soldiers fighting with the monks.

He ignored these sporadic battles and ran straight towards the pagoda.

Since the Mingwu realm was limited to the second level, Fang Weihan's physical fitness dropped significantly. After the extreme exercise just now, he was sweating profusely and panting.

"Damn Buddhist secret place, if he says this place can't kill people, I won't believe it!"

Fang Weihan gritted his teeth, took out the golden sore medicine powder and sprinkled it on the wound on his waist.

The situation outside just now was too chaotic. He only had one person and one sword, and with similar cultivation levels, he couldn't have much advantage at all, and injuries were inevitable.

There was a wound made by a simple knife on his waist, and a powerful and heavy blow was struck on his back. Although they were all minor injuries and did not affect his fighting ability, the pain was real.

As of now, Fang Weihan is 100% sure that if he dies here, he is really dead and there is no such thing as reincarnation.

"As long as I'm here, you won't die."

Yun Shu said lazily.

"This thing is so dangerous, so the chances of it appearing in the future will be greater... There is that tower ahead, so be prepared."

"……Prepare?"

When Fang Weihan was wondering what preparations to make, he had already arrived at the lower front of the pagoda.

In the square in front of the pagoda, dozens of monks were holding weapons and eyeing his uninvited guest.

They firmly guarded the entrance of the pagoda. If Fang Weihan did not want to face enemies from both sides after entering, he would have to kill all these people.

"What the fuck..."

"lay down your weapon."

The leading monk said coldly.

Fang Weihan asked in the sea of ​​consciousness: "What do you think is the possibility of me killing all these people?"

"Without my help, it would be pretty low."

Yun Shu replied rather reservedly.

"If you say 'I am Master Yunshu's dog', I will help you."

"Master Yun Shu is my dog."

Yun Shu instantly beamed: "Okay, be good. I'm going to... eh?"

When her tail was about to rise to the sky, she suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Eh?!"

A shimmering ink-colored branch appeared in Fang Weihan's hand.

He held a branch in his left hand and used it as a sword, pointing coldly forward, the armor plates rustling in the sudden strong wind.

"boom!"

Infinite water flowed out from in front of him, and the rootless water filled with spiritual pressure in the branches turned into a ten-meter-high turbulent wave, rushing towards the unprepared monk in front.

The turbulent flow full of spiritual pressure overwhelmed the formation of these monks almost instantly, and the rising mist blurred everyone's sight.

By the time they got up in embarrassment, Fang Weihan's figure had already disappeared.

The Zhou army had already covered them up, and they did not care to continue searching, so they were forced to directly devote themselves to the defense of the frontal battlefield.

……

Inside the pagoda, Fang Weihan was moving slowly against the wall, and the ground was covered with a layer of sticky blood.

There were still many monks left behind inside the pagoda. He held the blade of his sword, which was still bleeding, and fought his way up.

But what didn’t match the tense atmosphere in front of me was...

"Where did that branch come from!"

Yun Shu grabbed his ears and shouted unconvinced.

"When you encounter difficulties, shouldn't the first spiritual weapon you think of be me?"

Fang Weihan: "..."

(End of this chapter)