Prehistoric: God-level choice, take Zhao Gongming at the beginning

Chapter 317 Abandoning Sishui Pass and the Eighteen Bronze Man Formation

The huge Sishui Pass was actually deserted, the doors were closed, and the streets were deserted. There were only patrolling soldiers, but not a single common person.

Six days ago, Han Rong received a message from Chaoge, ordering Han Rong to preserve his strength and evacuate Sishui Pass!

Although Han Rong was puzzled, he confirmed again and again that the king's will was true and he had no choice but to carry it out.

Evacuating Sishui Pass is easy to say, but difficult to implement in practice!

Sishui Pass was more than just a pass. Emperor Xin had been in power for so many years and worked hard to improve it.

Sishui Pass can already be called a city, with two to three hundred thousand people in it.

For six days, Han Rong ordered the people to evacuate day and night, and the evacuation was not completed until this morning!

As for Sishui Pass, Han Rong was not damaged at all. In his opinion, the evacuation was only temporary.

It won't be long before Sishui Pass still belongs to the great merchant. If it is damaged, it will still be his great merchant. Naturally, he cannot do such immoral things.

Although the entire building of Sishui Pass was not damaged, except for the supplies needed by the army, all the buildings inside were evacuated together.

Temporarily giving up Sishui Pass to Xiqi for a period of time was enough to make him feel distressed. How could he possibly give the supplies in Wu Pass to Ji Chang?

Even if he burned them all, ate them, and threw them into the manure pit, he would not give them to Xiqi.

At this time, there was no one in Sishui Pass except Han Rong's soldiers and horses.

The reason why Han Rong did not evacuate was to teach Xiqi a lesson before evacuating Sishui Pass.

There are about 100,000 soldiers and horses in Sishui Pass. Is it not too much to consume 200,000 to 300,000 people in Xiqi?

At the foot of Sishui Pass, Taoist Jianglong cursed loudly, "Young Yu Yuan, the dog thief Luo Xuan, how dare you kill my Junior Brother Changmei and Junior Brother Zuolu, why don't you come out and die soon!"

The rest of the Taoists were cheering and cheering for the subduing dragon and subduing tiger.

Master Daoxing stared at Sishui Pass with a gloomy face, his eyes also filled with murderous intent!

Cut off the thief!

In the previous battle at Sishui Pass, although he escaped, he himself suffered great damage.

It took him a lot of effort to recover from his injuries. All of this was caused by the thieves like Jie Jiao.

At the top of Sishui Pass, Yu Yuan and Luo Xuan walked out calmly.

When he saw Western Taoists and disciples of the Chan Cult arriving in droves, he couldn't help but smile in surprise, "As expected of the authentic Taoist sect, the Supreme Chan Cult. Tsk tsk, there are quite a lot of reinforcements here. With the ability of the big to bully the small, who is it?" Not even comparable."

"Stop using your words and come down and fight me if you have the guts!"

Jiang Long looked at Luo Xuan coldly with great anger on his face.

It was this guy's Ruyi Qiankun Bag that killed his two junior brothers.

Yu Yuan snorted coldly, "Let's fight. Are we still afraid of you if I intercept the teachings? All junior fellow apprentices, please come out."

On the top of the city, light flashed, and a few more figures appeared.

It was Yang Jian, Nezha, Lei Zhenzi, and the Four Saints of Kowloon Island.

The auras of the seven people are not very strong, but they give people a great pressure!

Master Cihang narrowed his eyes, "Well, Yang Jianwu knows me, and who are the other two? How come they are so unfamiliar, yet their cultivation is so strong!"

Naturally, Cihang knew Yang Jian. The battle at Guanjiangkou was still fresh in his memory.

But Nezha and Lei Zhenzi had no impression at all, but the aura of Da Luo Jinxian on their bodies couldn't be fake at all.

Dao Xingzhen, who has the sharpest eyesight and has a good relationship with Taiyi, recognized Nezha, "The young man with Hun Tianling wrapped around his waist and the Qiankun Circle in his hand is Nezha. Legend has it that he is the reincarnation of a spiritual bead from the disciple of Saint Nuwa. As for I don’t recognize the strange-looking birdman with blue-faced fangs and cinnabar-like hair.”

Puxian took a sip and said, "What birdmen are they? Are they the opponents of our Kunlun Immortal? Let's go together and take them down!"

When Puxian's voice fell, his figure flew out and attacked Lei Zhenzi directly.

The disciples of Chan Cult have a very high self-esteem, and they hate those people who turn into eggs from wetness, are hairy and wear horns, not to mention Lei Zhenzi, who is inherently ugly and looks like a bird.

Lei Zhenzi held the wind and thunder stick in his hand and said with a ferocious smile, "Okay, let's try the power of the wind and thunder stick in my hand!" Lei Zhenzi rushed out and met Master Puxian in mid-air.

Cihang snorted lightly, winked at Manjusri and Daoist, and the two of them worked together to kill Yang Jian directly.

As for subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger, they rushed towards Nezha together.

"Good come!"

Yang Jian and Nezha were extremely excited. Where could such a decent battle be encountered in Mount Emei or Chentangguan?

Yang Jian danced a three-pointed two-edged sword, Nezha held the Qiankun Circle in his left hand and a fire-pointed spear in his right hand. Hun Tianling was wrapped around his body, and Hot Wheels stepped on his feet, and he suddenly rushed towards the battlefield.

In an instant, Daoxing, Samantabhadra, Manjusri, Cihang, Jianglong, Fuhu, Yang Jian, Nezha, and Lei Zhenzi started a fierce battle in the nine heavens!

A faint coldness appeared on the faces of the Four Saints of Kowloon Island, and they formed a battle formation.

"I have heard that Western formations are very famous for a long time. Today, I, the Four Saints of Kowloon Island, would like to ask for advice!"

The janitor Arhat walked out, glanced at the four Yang Sens, and said disdainfully, "Just the four of you?"

"And us!"

Yu Yuan and Luo Xuan's figures flashed to the side of Yang Sen and the other four!

Yang Sen's face was calm, "There are only six of us. Daoist friends, do you dare to break into the Nine Dragons Formation that I teach?"

"Afraid you won't succeed?"

The gatekeeper couldn't help but smile, the Jie Jiao formation was very powerful.

But there were only six people on the opposite side, but there were fourteen people on his side, almost twice as many. How could he be defeated?

Gatekeeper: "Junior brothers, follow me to set up the formation!"

Soon, the gatekeeper and other fourteen Taoists immediately set up a formation of eighteen bronze men.

The formation of the Eighteen Bronze Men was created by Zhunti, based on the reference of eight hundred disciples. It is extremely powerful!

At this moment, with a fierce movement, the fourteen Taoists seemed to be covered with a layer of golden paint, shining brightly, and rushed into the Nine Dragons Formation!

Explanation, interception, the war between the disciples of the three Western religions broke out in the nine heavens!

Waves of great Luo Daoyun stirred up the void, followed by the terrifying aftermath of mana spreading.

That is to say, there are unwritten rules in ancient times, and monks are not allowed to attack mortals without restraint.

Otherwise, the aftermath of the fierce battle between Yang Jian and others would be enough to wipe out Sishui Pass.

At the foot of Sishui Pass, Ji Fa waved his hand with determination on his face and gave the order to attack the city.

In an instant, countless ladders, city-breaking hammers, and catapults appeared, and Xiqi's army began to attack Sishui Pass again.

"Are you all ready?"

"Your Majesty, Commander-in-Chief, everything is ready!"

The forerunner, Wang Hu, stepped forward and cupped his hands.

"Then bring them all and let the people in Xiqi have a taste of our secret weapon."

"Yes, Commander-in-Chief!"

Wang Hu went down, and after a while, tightly sealed large barrels were moved to the top of the city, and a strange smell spread.

Countless soldiers guarding the city covered their mouths and noses. You looked at me, I looked at you, and they all noticed something was wrong.

"Sir, Commander-in-Chief, what is in this barrel?"

Someone asked.

(End of this chapter)