At this time, there were about 20,000 to 30,000 Taoists in Middle Earth, most of whom were ordinary Taoists, who could only recite scriptures and cultivate themselves.
Only a very small number of Taoists can get up the altar to practice, and the Taoist who can summon the divine beast is even rarer, summoning the divine beast needs to have its own purple qi above the cultivation, and need to master the mantra of the gods, Mo Wen instantly summoned the Taoist east, west, north and south four divine beasts, this is an unprecedented vision, the aura in the body of those Taoists in the past is not enough to support them to summon four divine beasts at the same time.
After the four divine beasts appeared, they lined up behind Mo Wen, Xuanwu was in the north, the right was the green dragon, and then the right was the Vermilion Bird, and the southernmost was the white tiger.
At this time, the people of Yecheng, whether Han or Hu, pause the fighting, stop the flight, all look up, the four sacred beasts that are rare in their lives appear together, and there is a huge two-winged monster, people's curiosity together, other ideas will be faded, people can not kill, life can not be wanted, property can not be robbed, this strange and grand Taoist Buddha fighting method has to be seen.
"The Han army listens to the truth, after the poor road is broken for you by the fire and the red bird, and the wood is the green dragon to help you break the door, you should cheer up, rush into the palace as soon as possible, and kill the culprit of the thief."
Mo Wen raised his breath and spoke, and at the same time, the divine grant of the Vermilion Bird rushed towards the outer circle composed of Hu people, and the divine grant of the green dragon opened the way for the Han army and broke through the gate of the palace.
Qinglong and Suzaku left Mo Wen and swooped down, and the besieged Han army suddenly got reinforcements, and their morale was victorious, and they fought bravely and rushed to be the first.
Sent out the green dragon and the vermilion bird, Mo Wen immediately gave Xuanwu and the white tiger to rush towards the flesh-winged monster dragon, the winged dragon can spit flames, as a fire, Xuanwu as water, when it can be overcome.
Although the white tiger is a metal beast, it is the main killing, and it should be killed with the spirit of Jin Rui.
When Mo Wen spoke and assigned the divine beast, the black-faced monk did not take the leisure, but took the opportunity to cut the palm of his left hand, and threw blood at the foot of the pterosaur, although this person helped to abuse, the magic power he learned was the authentic Buddhism, the blood was thrown out, and the black pterosaur's body color gradually turned golden, dazzling under the scorching sun at noon.
Mo Wen frowned slightly when he saw this, this monk's move must have been to use his own blood to enhance the power of the pterosaur, and the pterodactyl's body color turned golden, which shows that the monk's own cultivation has magical powers such as King Kong is not bad.
Xuanwu and the White Tiger rushed over, and after the monk finished his practice, he left the dragon's back in the air and rushed towards Mo Wen on the west side.
"Go and help Xuanwu and the White Tiger and kill that demon dragon."
Mo Wen jumped out from the back of the bat, although the fighting method can be powerful in the world, but if you want to make the world worship, you can only defeat the black-faced monk with your own strength.
The two rushed head-on, and in an instant, they met each other in a short battle, and when they got close, the two of them did not take a trick, and they raised their breath and fought hard.
The black-faced monk was overjoyed when he saw that Mo Wen was competing with him for aura, and he screamed wildly to urge aura, trying to shock Mo Wen to death in one fell swoop.
In the eyes of the black-faced monk, Mo Wen's ability to summon the four divine beasts was a trick, and his own spiritual energy cultivation would never be stronger than him due to his age.
In fact, his judgment was not wrong, after the palm, Mo Wen was shocked out, and he didn't stop until he was ten zhang away, and he only retreated three zhang, and he was superior.
After the palm, Mo Wen had a general understanding of the old monk's aura cultivation, this person is the body of a hundred-year-old boy, and the aura cultivation has really been perfected, and the aura comes out, such as the iron stone.
This person's cultivation is much higher than Liu Shaoqing, if Liu Shaoqing fights hard with him, he will definitely lose within three palms.
When he flew upside down, Mo Wen did not go back, but spun out, and when he was ten zhang away, the aura from his hands was violently discharged, and he rushed back with the help of the backward force of the aura, chasing the black-faced monk.
He had never done anything to accelerate with aura, and he had never even thought about it, because this move required to force the aura out quickly, which consumed more aura than competing with others, if there was no inner pill as the backing, the aura in the sea of qi could not withstand such attrition, but at this time, the inner pill in his dantian had already taken shape, and it contained the aura of heaven and earth obtained from more than a year of cultivation, and it could be used at will.
The black-faced monk didn't expect Mo Wen to be able to recoil back so quickly, and hurriedly retreated to reduce the momentum of retreat, and stopped his body before Mo Wen rushed back, and his arms came out again, still fighting hard.
Mo Wen seized the opportunity, he could have taken the opportunity to attack his left and right weaknesses, but he did not take a trick, the trick is flashy in the eyes of the world, biased towards women's femininity, and men's competition must rely on courage and strength to defeat the opponent to be respected by the laity.
The four palms met, and there was a deafening sound of air explosion again, and the aura was vented up and down, left and right, and there was no obstruction above and left and right, but there were a large number of buildings on the ground, and the aura of the two people was affected, and the houses within ten zhang were all damaged and collapsed.
This time Mo Wen retreated seven zhang, the black-faced monk still retreated three zhang, this is due to the weakening of the other party's aura, and his own aura is stable, after seven zhang Mo Wen sent out the aura to stop the body, spun back, and attacked the monk again.
"Master, I can't intervene."
Lao Wu's voice came from high in the northeast.
Mo Wen was raising his breath at this time, not distracted, and when he had to retreat from his palm, he turned his head to look north, only to see that the huge pterosaur was fighting against Xuanwu and the White Tiger, Xuanwu was a turtle and snake beast, with a thick armor and heavy strength, relying on its own water breath to face the fire-breathing pterodactyl.
The white tiger is next to the auxiliary, clashes up and down, waiting for the opportunity to bite, because the war has not been started for a long time, at this time the two sides have not yet divided the winner.
After retreating and looking at the battle situation on the north side, Mo Wen took the opportunity to give the white tiger a god, no longer attacking other parts of the pterodactyl, and only taking the wings on its back.
The third backlash back, is still a hard fight, when the competition for the aura, the black-faced monk will send out a strange scream to help, Mo Wen is silent, and the enemy, the voice has the effect of helping, and there is also the effect of improving their own fighting spirit, but there is no role in helping the aura, on the contrary, if you shout when urging the aura, it will disperse the aura, so that the operation of the aura becomes sluggish.
Don't ask to retreat five zhang, and the black-faced monk retreats three zhang.
When retreating, Mo Wen looked down distractedly, only to see that the Han soldiers who attacked the palace had broken through the gate of the imperial city with the help of Qinglong, and entered the hundred-acre palace courtyard in the front hall of the palace.
The expression on the monk's face finally changed, but this change was not fear and weakness, but anger and viciousness, which showed that this person was either fierce by nature, or there was still a follow-up move, and the latter was more likely to be weighed against each other.
After five zhang, Mo Wen stopped his body and rushed back again, he had already touched three times before, and this fourth competition is very likely to have variables, this variable is not to distinguish victory or defeat, but that both sides may change their strategies.
Seeing Mo Wen's arrival, the black-faced monk stretched out his arms and palms upward, making a similar movement to Zama, which was completely defensive and not suitable for attacking.
Seeing that the black-faced monk made such a strange move, Mo Wen frowned slightly, according to the other party's movements, the other party wanted to be forced to accept his attack, which was an extremely dangerous move, if he attacked the opponent's qi sea, it was very likely that the black-faced monk's aura cultivation would be abolished in one fell swoop.
If he were an ordinary opponent, Mo Wen would definitely take the opportunity to kill him, but this person was a monk from the Western Regions, and the method he learned was very different from that of Middle Earth.
Between the lightning and flint, Mo Wen did not seek speed, but stability, and took the front chest of the black-faced monk with his palms and feet, attacking the opponent's chest without depressing his body, even if the opponent took advantage of the situation to counterattack, he could protect the head of Sanyang from heavy damage.
Facing Mo Wen's rushing palms, the black-faced monk really didn't block it, but exhaled a long breath, causing his chest and abdomen to quickly deflat.
This black-faced monk had fought with the Middle Earth Dao people before this, and he roughly understood the routines and paths used by the Middle Earth Dao people, but Mo Wen had never seen this kind of strange behavior before, according to the horizontal practice method of Middle Earth, when bearing heavy blows, he would inhale deeply, and use the air inhaled into his chest and abdomen to resist and cushion heavy blows, this black-faced monk did the opposite, what is the reason Although he had doubts in his heart, Mo Wen did not stop halfway, and he was most afraid to hesitate against the enemy in battle, and he might lose the opportunity if he hesitated for half a moment.
After hitting the opponent's chest, Mo Wen felt like a defeat, and then he noticed that his aura was rapidly draining, and at the same time, the black-faced monk's chest and abdomen were rapidly bulging.
After a short period of doubt, Mo Wen came to his senses, and the other party was using a method of transferring flowers and grafting trees to absorb the aura of others for his own use.
After discovering the other party's intentions, he naturally would not send aura to the other party, and immediately wanted to withdraw his palm, but he never thought that a strong suction force suddenly appeared on the opponent's chest, making it difficult for his palms to be withdrawn.
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The black-faced monk was gasping for aura at this time, and he was not allowed to speak, but the expression on his face was extremely proud, and his eyes were full of contempt, as if he was sure of victory.
Mo Wen did not forcibly retract his palms, but took the opportunity to look at the surrounding battle situation, at this time, the left wing of the huge pterosaur had been injured by the white tiger, and its body was swaying, but if it was to be completely subdued, it would still take a while.
At this time, the Han soldiers who rushed into the palace were also met with stubborn resistance from the guards of the imperial city, these people waited for work, at this time they had great spirit, and what was more tricky was that there were many royal monks on the Hu side to help, these people were wearing great virtue robes, most of them were Han people, but they had surrendered to the Hu people, and they were willing to be the eagle dogs of the Hu people.
The quality of character is not directly related to the size of its ability, the more than ten monks are all masters of surviving the catastrophe, all have weapons in hand, and the Han army is ambushed everywhere they go.
The reason why these people did not come to the aid of this black-faced monk was because they were sure that this black-faced monk could defeat his opponent.
Seeing that the Han army outside the city had already rushed into the palace, Mo asked the gods to give Suzaku to guard the palace gate, and then ordered Qinglong to go to reinforce the Han army in the palace, and then urged the aura to pour aura into the monk's body.
Since this monk wants to plunder his aura, he can give him more, as long as the other party can accommodate it: