The people have been bullied by the Black Mountain King for a long time, although they are still a little suspicious of the beggar's story, but like a drowning man grasping a straw, where can they take care of so much. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Moreover, this beggar is well-informed, and the stories and allusions come at his fingertips, where does the closed villager have such insight, and he actually admires it in his heart.

The villagers spontaneously took action, men, women and children took the loess as an embryo, and kneaded it little by little according to the samurai painted by the beggars with charcoal.

After three days of hard work, they really fabricated a clay statue of the door god holding a golden whip, full of armor, mighty, and like Qin Shubao.

The eyes of the villagers all showed excitement, excitement, and hope.

I hope that the door god can really be as magical as the story says, and protect the safety of this land.

Coincidentally, on the fourth day, the Black Mountain King came down from the hill again. Black clouds once again enveloped Zhibei, and all the villagers closed their doors, hiding in their houses and shivering.

Even the childish children stopped crying for fear of causing disaster.

I prayed in my heart, hoping that the door god would bless them from being hurt by demons.

Just when everyone was a little desperate in their hearts, they heard a rush of horses' hooves outside, and the sound of a military general shouting angrily.

It was only in the middle of the night that the sounds disappeared completely, as if nothing had happened. But the crowd did not hear the roar of the Black Mountain King all night.

When the sky was bright, the villagers had the courage to walk in front of the statue, and all of them had a great change in complexion, and some of them even opened their eyes in an instant, with a look of shock and disbelief.

There are even people with excitement on their faces, their palms slamming together, the corners of their mouths rising, revealing an uplifting smile.

I saw a white-fronted tiger lying there stiffly, with a whip mark on the top of his head, and blood from his brain flowing all over the ground.

On the scourge side, the powerful Black Mountain Jun was actually killed!

Everyone's eyes were wide open, and they looked at it in disbelief.

What's more, it seems that he is in a dream, he pinches the tender flesh on his arm with his fingers and rotates vigorously, feeling the heart-wrenching pain, so he cracks his mouth and laughs heartily:

"It hurts, it's not a dream, Montenegro-kun was really beaten to death!"

"See the sun through the clouds, see the sun through the clouds!"

"Which hero killed this demon?"

Everyone laughed wantonly to celebrate, and some people thought of the torture they had suffered in the past few years, and their relatives who died tragically, and they lost control of their emotions for a while and cried.

But no one cared about their faux pas, because every one of them wanted to laugh and cry and get drunk. Some people have not dared to blink, for fear that everything is an illusion.

"The door god, it must be the door god!"

The beggar carefully observed the wound on the head of the Black Mountain King, and the more he looked at it, the more it looked like a steel whip in the hand of the door god. He leaned over to the idol again, and at the tip of the golden whip, he really found a trace of blood.

"The door god has appeared!"

When the others heard the beggar's exclamation, they gathered around.

Black Mountain-kun was killed by the door god!

The people of Zhibei lived a good life, but they did not forget the door god who brought them a good life, raised funds to build a door temple in the village, and pooled money to paint the clay sculpture with a layer of gold dust. Reshaped the golden body for the door god.

This is also the reason why the door god's whole body is golden, as if copper is poured into gold.

"Swordsman battalion, swordsman battalion attack!"

Yu Jizi looked down at the audience and saw that Li Shehu sent two strange troops, as if two sharp knives were plunged straight into the Chinese army. The Yellow Turban Warriors' military formation was already faintly chaotic. Without any hesitation, he said.

"No!"

"No!"

The two sturdy Taoist priests, like iron towers, bowed down and bowed to the sword. After exiting the main hall, he beckoned his subordinates and rushed out from the left and right sides, heading straight for the subordinates of the river god and the door god.

The Swordsman Battalion and the Swordsman Battalion are two special beings in Yuqing Dao.

Although they are also in the Dao realm, they are trapped in their qualifications, and it is difficult for them to make progress on the path.

Later, he was organized by the sect and taught the art of sword fighting, and practiced day and night with the method of the barracks, forming a battalion of its own, with remarkable results.

"Damn it!"

Seeing that the opponent's camp was wide open, two teams of samurai wearing Taoist robes and holding swords were killed, only to see that they were well-founded and skillful, and they were no less than the regular army of the imperial court.

Du Chenghuang's face couldn't help but change greatly, and he scolded angrily.

The kung fu of the Taoist of Yuqing Dao is far beyond that of ordinary soldiers, and they are trained according to the law of the barracks, and the lethality is naturally amazing.

However, the method of barracks training is a major method, which is convenient and easy to learn, but it is a ban on the imperial court of the Great Qian, and civilian training is forbidden. Yuqing Dao did this, obviously not taking the imperial court into account.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The addition of the Swordsman Battalion and the Swordsman Battalion stabilized the position of the Yellow Turban Warriors, and the situation began to become anxious again. The Dao Palace seemed to be a huge flesh mill, and the two sides kept sending gods or Daoists to fight, and countless ghost soldiers and Yellow Turban wrestlers fell to the ground.

Du Chenghuang looked at it with a stiff face, although he regretted it in his heart, he had no intention of stopping.

He is waiting, waiting for the battle of the Yang World to be decided!

As long as Yuqingguan falls, it will definitely be able to affect the underworld. The tide of battle is going to change dramatically.

Du Chenghuang knew this, how could Yu Jizi, who had achieved a ghost immortal for hundreds of years, not know. As time passed, the anxious color in his eyes became more and more intense.

He knew that according to the style of the great cadres who did not move and moved amazingly, the Yangshi Taoist Temple would definitely be surrounded and suppressed by the imperial army.

Once the Taoist temple falls and the statue falls into the hands of the imperial court, the underworld will definitely be damaged. Thinking of this, Yu Jizi's eyes were red and showed a hint of ruthlessness.

The Taoist priests living on the periphery of the Taoist Palace were sent by him in batches. He himself stood up from the throne, his body seemed to be a lofty mountain, and his whole body was full of spirit and energy, condensing into three flowers above his head.

The ghosts and immortals around them also had their whole body spirits rising and condensed into three flowers, but their three flowers were much smaller than those of the jade machine, and they looked very illusory.

Du Chenghuang's whole body is full of divine light, as if it is a huge pillar of light, in which there are faint craftsmen, officials, soldiers, farmers, scholars, women and other pious prayers, and there is a scene of a hundred industries farming.

And the gods behind him, according to their different powers, were either turned into flames or turned into stones, and manifested all kinds of visions.

The two sides are like gamblers who have lost red eyes, putting all their net worth on the table, in a vain attempt to turn it over.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Those tall Taoist priests were all cultivators above the Yin God during their lifetimes, and later achieved ghosts and immortals in the blessed land, although there is a world of difference between them and the strength of Yujizi. But in the face of the ghost soldiers, they broke out with amazing damage.

"The Great Mud Pond Technique!"

"Flame Incineration!"

The earth sinked abruptly, and the feet of dozens of ghost soldiers sank deep into it. Before they could break out, a red flame descended instantly, burning them to black coals.

"Hugh is presumptuous!"

The ghosts and gods of Zhibei County couldn't help but be furious when they saw this. Or drive the boulder to fall, and several golden wrestlers are hit by the boulder falling from the world, and instantly turn into a pool of flesh.

Or take the form of a giant tree, the roots of which vines burst out of the ground like pythons.

Several Yellow Turban wrestlers were tied up by vines and pulled into the ground and strangled to death.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The elites of both sides entered the battlefield, and the battle became more brutal, with ghost soldiers and yellow turban wrestlers dying every moment, and even the Taoist priests of the Yin God Period, as well as the grass head god, also suffered a small number of casualties in the fierce collision.

Unlike the oil and scorching of the underworld, the battle of the Yang world is nearing its end.

The morale of the soldiers who were blessed by the "King's Soldiers" was high and they burst out with amazing combat power, while the Taoist priests on the opposite side were suppressed by the dragon qi and their morale was reduced. You can only retreat in the only remaining hall, or between the ruins, with the help of the terrain and soldiers, but with the advance of the army. The terrain they had access to became less and less, and they were finally enclosed in one of the last halls.

Dao Yi's face was full of exhaustion, his whole body was wounded, he used a long sword to crutches the ground, barely straightened his body, and said with a wry smile:

"It's really time for us to be loyal to the Daomen. ”

"No!"

"No!"

"No!"

Unlike before, there are only a few people who can answer him. Others either died in battle or took advantage of the chaos to escape.

Looking at the decaying Taoist temples and the desperate Taoist priests, I couldn't help but sigh faintly in my heart, and the foundation of hundreds of years was ruined.

Hu Tingyu looked at the main hall with a cold face, this was the last major hall of Yuqingguan, because the location was relatively hidden, and he was not injured by the stone thrower.

The remaining Daoists fled in, trying to use the main hall to avoid the rain of arrows.

Because the place was small, there was no way for the soldiers to carry out, and they didn't take advantage of the strong attack several times, which made Hu Tingyu couldn't help but be annoyed.

"Attack with fire!"

Hu Tingyu looked at the wooden structure of the hall, his eyes showed a hint of ruthlessness, and said coldly.

"No!"

"No!"

"No!"

A few of the soldiers agreed loudly, and in a few moments a dozen lighted torches were tossed high, either on the dome of the main hall or through the windows and into the interior.

Although Dao Yi and the others tried their best to slap it, they tried to prevent the main hall from being ignited. However, there are many curtains, scriptures and other fire-causing things in the main hall, and the whole main hall is a wooden structure.

The tongue of fire rolled up along the cloth curtain, and the wooden structure of the hall was ignited instantly, and the most terrifying thing was that the hall was filled with thick smoke, even if Dao Yi and the others had wet cloths covering their mouths and noses, they still had some difficulty breathing and dizzy.

"What are we going to do?"

"Is it possible to wait for death here?"

Several other Taoist priests had black and gray faces, their eyes were red from smoke and fire, and they kept crying, and asked in despair.

Dao Yi couldn't help but show a bitter smile on his face as he looked at the thick smoke that seemed to be rolling in the air like a poisonous dragon, as well as the tongues of fire spreading everywhere.

Some desperately pointed their swords ahead.

"Yes!

"Kill him, kill him, and break the net. ”

Several other people also had desperate and crazy looks in their eyes, and shouted loudly.

Hu Tingyu stood in front of the military formation with a cold face, and behind him there were dozens of crossbowmen in a semicircle. Listening to the frantic shouts of the Taoist priests in the main hall.

Hu Tingyu's eyes couldn't help but show a trace of disdain.

"The trapped beast is still fighting!"

"The fish will definitely die, but the net will never break. ”