The sun is like fire.
Baking the earth.
The semi-desert hilly landform is rolling.
Looking around, everything is yellow and there is no green at all.
There is no one around. until noon.
The crisp ringtone echoed.
A caravan came from far and near under the scorching sun.
The caravan was small in size, with only a dozen mutated camels carrying heavy cargo.
On the leader's hunchback were nine West Asian men with dark skin, as if they had traveled a long distance and were covered in dust.
It was this caravan, walking among the hills and mountains, heading west.
At sunset.
The caravan had passed through this hilly area.
Wherever they pass, mottled greenery begins to appear on the semi-desert ground.
These are plants unique to the West Asian continent and are suitable for growing in arid environments.
The breeze blows, carrying a faint smell of dampness.
It gives people a feeling as if they are at the seaside.
There was a buzzing sound of flapping wings.
A fist-sized hummingbird swooped from mid-air and landed on the shoulder of a West Asian man in the caravan who looked to be in his forties.
Accompanied by the chirping of hummingbirds.
The man listened for a moment, and a smile appeared on his lips.
"Sixty miles ahead is the Ankara Territory" The man turned his head to look at his companions and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, get ready and change your clothes immediately."
The words have not yet finished.
Everyone in the caravan started to move.
They all took off their robes and put on similar medieval European clothes.
At the same time, a faint light flickered.
The physical appearance of these West Asian men began to change.
Just ten seconds later.
Nine West Asian men, strangely transformed into nine European men with high noses and blue eyes, some old and young, of different ages.
"Boss, these clothes are a bit too flashy and inconsistent with our status," a companion said with a smile.
“This is easy to handle” A person called a boss.
He has changed from a West Asian man in his forties to a silver-haired European youth.
But from beginning to end, the conversations between him and his companions were all in Chinese.
At his greeting, everyone rolled on the spot, and their brand-new clothes were immediately covered in dust.
"Ahead is the westernmost territory of the Lateran Empire.
It is also the only gateway for us to sneak into the west."
The leader turned over and climbed onto the camel's back, pointed forward, and said in an extremely solemn tone: "From now on, everyone must be highly vigilant and don't reveal any mistakes."
"Yes" the companions responded in unison.
Afterwards.
This strange caravan continued to set off, taking advantage of the dusk to rush to its destination, led by Ankara.
Xueling Mountain.
The peak is covered with ice and snow all year round, and the four walls of the peak are symmetrical, forming a round-crown pyramid shape.
The sky above the peak is often shrouded by white clouds, and the snow-covered peak can shine with strange light under the sunlight, which is eye-catching and mysterious.
This is the mountain of gods passed down from Tantra.
A holy place in the eyes of Tibetan people.
It is also a place of pilgrimage for Brahmins and other sects.
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Whoever obtains Xueling Mountain will achieve the doctrine of non-duality.
Because of this, this mountain has become a battleground between the White Sect and the Black Sect, with frequent conflicts.
Initially, the two sides can still maintain harmony.
The White Sect is stationed at the holy lake Manasarovar at the foot of Mount Kailash.
The Black Sect is stationed on the other side of the ghost lake Laangcuo.
Guard Xueling Mountain together.
However.
The Black Sect attracted Indian Brahmans and raided the strongholds of the White Sect.
Afterwards.
Assemble a heavy army to kill the Bai sect members stationed by the holy lake and occupy the entire holy mountain.
The holy land was occupied and raided, resulting in heavy casualties among the faithful.
Unwilling to give up, Bai Jiao joined forces with Jiuli soldiers and horses to attack Xueling Mountain.
The two sides assembled heavy troops and faced off on the grassland at the northern foot of the Holy Mountain.
The fight lasted for several days.
Inseparable.
The sound of killing shook the sky.
This sacred mountain has lost its former tranquility and has completely turned into a Shura battlefield.
Rivers of blood flowed and corpses were everywhere.
The tragedy was unbearable to witness.
This morning.
Viewed from a high altitude.
The snowy top of the sacred mountain is surrounded by white clouds, just like in the past, exuding an indescribable and mysterious atmosphere.
Beilu.
Endless grassland as far as the eye can see.
The black soldiers and horses were entangled like a flood and strangled mercilessly.
Bai Jiao Jiuli mainly attacked.
The black sect Brahmins defended themselves.
Both sides used mutated beasts as the vanguard.
The Snow Mountain Lion Mastiff Army raised by the Tibetan Tantric Sect, the Jiuli Poison Army, and the Brahmin Mammoth Soldiers became the main forces on the battlefield.
Another Jiuli fleet launched a long-range attack.
Logically speaking, with the strength of the Black Sect's family, they would never be a match for the Bai Sect's Jiuli.
But the reinforcements they invited, or the foreign enemies who seduced Tibet, had strong Brahmin background.
Hundreds of thousands of believers, together with black-clad lamas, built a mantra barrier to firmly guard the camp in mid-air, protecting it from the firepower of warships.
There are nearly 100,000 mammoth soldiers on the ground, a huge lineup, forming an impenetrable defense line.
Therefore, no matter how fiercely the Baijiao and Jiuli armies attacked, they were still unable to break through the enemy's defense line, and instead suffered heavy casualties.
Thirty kilometers away.
On a hillside.
High-level officials from Baijiao and Jiuli gathered together.
The ninth-level lion mastiff, regarded as the holy beast of the snow-capped mountains, carries a lotus throne on its back, and a little boy wearing a gold-rimmed robe sits on it.
All around, the eight kings of the White Sect stood around, guarding him closely.
Next to the lion mastiff, there is a huge bloody gecko.
Also carrying a chariot, there was a woman in white, elegant and refined, who was Lan Yue, the Lord of Jiuli.
Looking at the battle between the two armies in the distance, Lan Yue frowned slightly.
She obviously did not expect that the foreign enemy Brahmans attracted by the Black Sect had such a strong foundation.
"Sir, why don't you let me take Dao Ji to try?"
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Lan Yue stepped forward.
A boy wearing various golden rings all over his body said respectfully.
His name is Ling Nuer, the former servant of Lord Jiuli, and the most powerful Gu Master in Jiuli besides Lan Yue.
As for the Dao Ji mentioned by Ling Nuer, she is a charming woman also dressed in white.
She looked indifferent, her eyes showed nothing but violent murderous intent, as if she was not human.
"Although Dao Ji is strong, she can't resist the impact of tens of thousands of mammoths."
Lan Yue spoke.
The Queen of Blades was a gift from his man, a sacred-level Queen of Blades.
The real combat power is even stronger than her Jiuli Lord.
So far, the man in his family has only bred one and given it to her as a personal guard.
At the beginning of the Battle of the Holy Mountain, Blue Moon had already sent the Queen of Blades, hoping to break through the Brahmin camp.
Unexpectedly, the Brahmin mammoth soldiers are very powerful, and there is also a holy emperor among them.
In addition, the Brahmans are proficient in the secret art of mantra and can easily understand the way the Queen of Blades hides her form.
Therefore, the Queen of Blades entered alone, but did not achieve miraculous results.
Even if Ling Nuer is added at this moment, it will be difficult to accomplish anything.
"Sister Lan Yue, why don't you let Gonpo and the others come together?"
The little boy sitting on the lion mastiff lotus throne not far away said.
His voice was childish, but his tone sounded very mature.
This little boy is the soul boy of Baijiao.
His name is Sangji, which means Buddha in Tibetan.
In Tantric Buddhism, there are powerful people who are called living Buddhas.
They have achieved the perfection of the Rainbow Body, sat in Nirvana, have immortal souls, and reincarnated.
The two major sects of Tantric Buddhism, Black and White, both have spiritual children.
Jiayang, the spiritual boy of the black sect, possesses the power of six reincarnations.
He is now an adult and is known as the Living Buddha Jiayang.
He is also the culprit of colluding with foreign enemies.
The Baijiao soul boy Sangji was reincarnated not long ago.
He was extremely talented and possessed the power of reincarnation for ten lives.
His Buddhist power was profound, far above that of Jiayang.
Because of this, he is regarded as the spiritual leader of the Bai sect and even the entire Tibetan area.
But he is a thorn in the black sect's side and a thorn in his flesh, and he wants to be eliminated quickly.
A few days ago, if it weren't for Lan Yue's intervention, the Baijiao soul boy who had not yet awakened his supernatural powers in his previous life would have died.
Therefore, everyone in Baijiao was extremely grateful to Jiuli.
In response to Lan Yue's call, he decided to join Longcheng and jointly fight against the rebellious disciples of the Black Sect.
"Sangji Adi, don't worry, let's wait a little longer."
Lan Yue smiled and replied: "In half an hour at most, our reinforcements will arrive.
By then."
At this point, she looked at the battlefield in the distance, with a faint smile on her lips.
"No matter how powerful the Brahmin elephant soldiers are, it will be difficult to defeat them.
Escape from death."
Seeing Lan Yue being so confident, Sangji looked curious.
The same is true for the eight kings of Bai Jiao under his command.
The battle continues.
The two sides have huge camps.
You attack and I defend, and they are always in a stalemate.
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Until a certain moment, the sound of horns and drums sounded, and the Baijiao Jiuli soldiers and horses began to retreat like a tide.
"Haha, these guys finally can't hold it anymore and are about to withdraw."
Inside the Black Sect camp.
A young man wearing a black lama robe laughed wantonly.
This person is none other than Jiayang Living Buddha, the unique leader of the black sect.
A powerful tantric master with ninth-level peak strength.
He stood on the shoulders of a humanoid monster.
This monster is covered in yellow hair and is more than ten meters tall.
From a distance, it looks very much like the snowman in Tibetan legend. beside.
Sitting on the back of a giant white elephant was an Indian monk with dark skin, long hands and long legs, a proud smile on his face, and loudly said: "My Brahmin mammoth soldiers are invincible in the world, and the mere pagans are not to be feared."
This guy is the powerful Brahmin, Venerable Baoxiang, who led millions of Brahmin followers to invade Tibet and join forces with the black sect to cause trouble.
His strength is quite impressive and he has also reached the peak of level nine.
In addition, the mammoth war elephant beneath him is the only sacred mammoth emperor of Brahman.
"The enemy retreats while we advance" Jiayang Living Buddha looked at his close ally and said with a smile: "Now is the time for us to fight back.
I also ask Brother Baoxiang to help us."
“easy to talk about” Venerable Baoxiang chuckled: "Just don't forget the agreement between us."
"Sacred mountains and holy lakes, half of the family will never regret it," Jiayang Living Buddha promised, patting his chest.
This was the price he had to pay for inviting Brahmin reinforcements.
Xuelingshan is also a holy place for Brahmins.
India's Asan has always coveted it, struggling to find an excuse, and also wary of China's internal forces.
Now that he was invited by the Black Sect, he happily agreed to send troops to help.
All they do is want to occupy the holy land of the sacred mountain.
"readily" Venerable Baoxiang was very satisfied.
Afterwards, he turned over his hand and took out a horn made of polished horns, and was about to blow it.
Hey
At this moment, he realized something and stopped what he was doing.
Under the gaze of his slightly blue eyes, the enemy army retreated like a tide.
But there was a group of people, specifically a group of cavalry, more than a hundred people, rushing towards them with great momentum.
"act recklessly" Jiayang Living Buddha also noticed something, and ordered one of his men beside him: "Duomu, send a lion mastiff to destroy these guys."
"Yes."
The subordinate respectfully accepted the order.
He is a middle-aged Han man, wearing the robe of a black sect lama.
At this moment, he is holding a five-color flag and waving it, and the dazzling light immediately rises into the sky
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