Chapter 623 Mahakala

"Master Sangjie, who is superior and who is inferior will be determined now."

Boyantu narrowed his eyes and looked at the circle of human bone necklaces on his neck. Each bone was lingering with resentment. It was a very powerful magic weapon.

"This one is the skull of a boy who was deceived by his lover. This one is the skull of the last person killed by the Huneru tribe, the thousand-householder of the Balatu tribe. This one."

The shaman riding a white horse couldn't help but frowned: "Okay, Master, are you showing off your magic weapon?"

"I don't mean to do that. I just want to tell you that all living beings suffer. The Buddha is merciful. If you want to transcend, gain great freedom and great wisdom, there is only one way to convert."

"Ha, Master, are you preaching to me?"

Boyantu sneered. Over the years, the bald donkeys on the grassland have also thrown olive branches to him, but his cultivation is all his understanding of the immortal spirit and the prairie. He is not the same as the monks at all.

If he surrendered to them and deviated from his own path, his cultivation would be wasted.

"Alas, you are obsessed."

"Two masters, stop arguing. The enemy is about to speed up and charge. If you have any means to defeat the enemy, please use them quickly."

Bayan Temur followed the two masters and couldn't help saying.

Although he was also Yesen's younger brother, he was not born of the same mother. He was not as valued by Yesen as Boluo, and his skills were relatively ordinary. Seeing the enemy's aggressive momentum, he felt a little weak in his heart.

Although the elite troops Yesen gave him were not bad, they seemed to be no match for those wolf-like guys on the opposite side.

Master Sangjie looked at the "black dragon" approaching in the distance, and showed a bitter face again, and said in a low voice: "He has taken away the fortune of all dragons, and he also has the unique dragon vein luck of the East. Fortunately, he comes from the West, otherwise he will be a hero who stirs up the storm."

Bo Yantu sneered: "Master, are you afraid?"

"I'm not afraid. The demon dragon is ferocious, but I have my own way to subdue the dragon. I just haven't found out the opponent's strength. There are several powerful auras hidden among those foreign riders. I'm afraid they are all foreign evil cultivators with extraordinary strength."

Master Sangjie shook his head.

"I'll explore the depth of this group of foreign people!"

Bo Yantu stepped on the ground, and the earth broke out with fine lines, and the wind surged, forming a huge human face, overlooking the earth from the sky.

"The Eternal Heaven has granted me great power to exterminate evil spirits."

Jeanna felt something immediately, raised her head, and frowned slightly: "It is the breath of the spirit of nature."

She had more experience fighting dark creatures, but her understanding of this natural magic similar to the Celtic Druid sect was not very deep.

Not only Jeanna, but the rest of the people were the same.

In their era, the Celts were either thousands of miles away or on the verge of extinction. They were originally the edge of European civilization, isolated from the world, and had their own magic system.

Lothar also felt something, raised his head, and looked at the face made of clouds in the sky.

From this moment on, he felt a huge hostility, as if the whole world was rejecting him.

Being an enemy of the world?

It sounds pretty exciting.

Lothar smiled under the mask. If he could get rid of Zhu Qizhen and one of the Taishi Yesen in this battle, he would have completed the task. Even if he failed, he could try again.

Therefore, even though he knew that this battle was not easy to fight, he was still in a relaxed state of mind.

Boom!

A crack appeared under Eclipse's feet. Eclipse quickly flew over the crack. Losa hurriedly raised his gun to signal everyone to rein in their horses and avoid it.

"Sir Bayantu, leave the enemy chief to me!"

"I'm leaving now."

The skinny foreign monk, like an iron ball shot from a general's cannon, slammed into the open space between the two armies.

When the smoke and dust cleared.

The shriveled old man in front of people had turned into a muscular and imposing man.

"A Luo Ge!"

The foreign monk made a seal with both hands. As the roar like a lion sounded, bright lights appeared around him, as if it was the opening move of some kind of ritual secret agreement. The already agitated aura in his body was raised again.

"Mahakala, the Lord of Black Heaven is coming!"

His body turned black, and a hatchet and a skull bowl appeared in his hands. The bowl was white and crystal clear, but if you look closely, you can find a golden dragon wailing on it.

This is the ritual instrument used by the foreign monks in the Yuan Dynasty to rob the six tombs of the Southern Song Dynasty and take the skull of Song Lizong.

His face was no longer full of pity and suffering, but was replaced by a furious look of Vajra: "Om, Mani, Ba, Mi, Hum."

The six-character mantra was slowly spoken.

Every time it was spoken, it seemed as if infinite power was added to it.

From the first word, a fine line appeared from the center of the eyebrows, and a bloodshot eyeball squeezed out from the center of the eyebrows, staring fiercely at the enemy in front of him.

When the second word came out, layers of black lion mane grew out, like a neck guard.

When the third word came out, blazing black fire came out of the body.

When the fourth word came out, the black fire under his feet formed a burning black elephant.

When the fifth word came out, he held the bowl in his hand, and blood oozed out. The golden dragon was thrown into it, and it let out a shrill wail.

When the sixth word came out, the axe, which was originally only the size of an arm, expanded into a huge axe.

The mantra was finished.

The angry foreign monk was already three meters tall, stepped on the head of the black elephant, and rushed towards the cavalry of the delegation.

The woodland archers and armored archers fired armor-piercing arrows one after another, but before they could get close, they were burned to ashes by the black fire.

"Flynn, Veneto, Hans, you three go deal with that guy."

Lothar pointed to Boyantu.

"Nina, Kors, Nia, you three act according to the situation and provide support at any time."

"Jeanna, you focus on leading the army, Prajna will assist you."

"As for this monster monk, leave it to me to deal with."

Lothar shouted.

This monk looks like a demon, but in fact there is no evil in his aura. He is a priest who serves the righteous god through and through. Jeanne has no restraint effect on him.

But this time the monk had twice the result with half the effort when dealing with dark creatures like Prajna and the others.

Therefore, he decided to deal with this monk himself.

The armies on both sides did not dare to act rashly, and looked at the showdown between the monk, who seemed to be no longer human, and Lothar in shock.

In Lothar's hand, the Duke's new gun stretched several meters long. Eclipse charged forward, leaving fire marks on the place where his feet stepped, covering his body. From the gaps in the armor used to hide people's ears, surging hellfire spewed out.

The Holy Cross Plate felt that Lothar was in a situation where he was fighting alone, and its blessing power came to him again.

boom--

The new spear thrust out, and the monk raised his giant ax to block Lothar's shot.

Lothar looked surprised. He has now activated the half-dragon transformation. Although this state has become normal for him, it does not mean that the power contained in it is weaker than before. In addition, he has just With the attribute points gained from the basilisk he killed, his current combat power has completely surpassed most of the five-star retinues at the same level.

Monk Fan roared angrily, and the black fire followed the giant ax and struck him head-on.

Lothar was about to dodge, but unexpectedly, the monk raised his eyebrows and widened his eyes. His body immediately seemed to be stuck in a quagmire. Every movement required more effort than before. For a moment, his speed dropped sharply.

But at this time.

The law from Lavinia fell from the sky, actually passed through the black fire that protected Fan Seng's body, and directly acted on Fan Seng's body, causing his speed to drop by a notch, falling to the same level as Lothar.

On the contrary, both of them were weakened, but the mounts under their crotches were not affected.

The huge trunk of the black elephant was thrown towards Sun Eclipse, and it hit Sun Eclipse's faceplate with great force, immediately denting a large piece of it. This layer of stuff was just made to hide people's eyes and ears. It looked solid, but in fact it was just thin. A thin layer.

The eclipse was extremely angry, opened its mouth full of sharp teeth, and spit out a mouthful of hell fire at the black elephant.

The two sides were going back and forth, and if Lothar hadn't urged them, there would have been a lot of entanglement.

But he found that the monk suddenly threw a bone bowl filled with blood in his hand. The bone bowl expanded rapidly, more than ten times in the blink of an eye, covering Lothar from head to toe. The shining red light reflected in it, There was even a burst of extremely terrifying suction force, trying to swallow Lothar into it.

Fringilla was about to make a move, but was grabbed by Jeanne: "Don't go, I believe in your strength. The power of the Eastern priests may seem evil, but it is actually very effective in restraining dark creatures like you." Obviously, don't think that if he uses blood, you can restrain the opponent. "

Fulin hesitated for a moment, then said: "Why can he use blood magic and restrain us?"

Jeanne chuckled and said: "In the medieval world, among the West Slavs, the ones who are best at dealing with demons are always those demon hunters who seal the demons in their bodies and cannot live long. The same goes for the Eastern priest. Although he uses... The power of demons, but serving the righteous God.”

"Bah, what kind of righteous god is this?"

Flynn was a little angry.

It looks gloomy and sinister, even more evil than their Blood Royal Court. But in the end, this is still the Zhengshen Sect. So isn't their Royal Court evil in vain?

Prajna said: "Let me face it alone. In this world, no matter who of us dies, it will not affect reality. Even if we fail, we will have to do it all over again. Good opportunities for this kind of trial are not easy to come by." ”

She looked calm. If it were reality, she would have gone up to help Lothar fight the enemy as soon as possible.

Jeanne nodded and responded: "According to your previous arrangements, Prajna, you rush out from the enemy's flank by yourself. When you get close, call out the Wild Hunting Cavalry to attack the enemy's formation. Let's try to defeat the enemy's interceptor in one encounter. Five thousand people, attack the enemy's center directly."

Prajna nodded slightly: "Leave it to me."

She spread her hand, and a brush appeared in her hand.

Cherinina and Kors disappeared without knowing when, but from the sky, looking down at the shaman Boyantu with a huge human face, he still sensed the dangerous aura for the first time and became alert. .