Chapter 357: Ants devour immortals, and mortals shake the heavens!
The battlefield suddenly became quiet.
Hundreds of thousands of people on both sides stopped.
Every soldier no longer fights, even if the enemy is right in front of them.
They remained silent, with the blood red of fighting still remaining in their eyes, as if they had all received the same order. At this moment, they all turned their heads and looked at the Chinese army's tent.
Hundreds of thousands of ordinary eyes focused on the Yinhun Sect monk.
This scene is so weird that it is really beyond comprehension.
"What's going on? What are you looking at me for?"
The Yinhun Sect monk's heart skipped a beat, and he had a bad premonition.
Being stared at by those hundreds of thousands of scarlet eyes, a chill ran down his spine, and he felt uneasy and even felt a hint of fear.
This made him a little angry.
He is an immortal from the upper realm, how can he be afraid of these ants from the lower realm?
As long as you give him time, no matter how many ants there are, he can kill them all!
"Gaerdan, let your people continue to fight!" He shouted angrily.
"Yes, please calm down!" Galdan was sweating more and more on his forehead. He was afraid that he would be angered and would not be able to enter the immortal world.
He looked around with an anxious look in his eyes.
"Astumu, Ramzabu! What are you doing, why did you stop?" He called out the names of his two generals, "Did you have an affair with the Liang Dynasty and betray the iron-blooded man of my grassland and the great good man? country?"
Hearing this, two tall men wearing armor came out.
The two of them are Astum and Ramzabu, who are both the generals under Galdan and the leaders of two large tribes.
In the past, they all treated Galdan with great respect and treated him like their biological father.
But today, both of them looked particularly cold.
Astumu said coldly: "Khan, it was not us who betrayed the grassland, but you!"
Galdan was a little angry: "Wantless, do you know what you are talking about?"
Astumu replied: "I know."
Ramzabu on the side also spoke.
He stared at Galdan with cold eyes and said: "Khan, in this Yanyun land, the Liang Dynasty has been planning for more than two hundred years. If they want to break through, all the grassland tribes will lose everything, and the women of the tribe will lose them." Men, children will lose their brothers and fathers.”
"So what?" Galdan said angrily, "Which of our prairie men is afraid of death?"
"You can die, but you must die well." Ramzabu said loudly, staring at him and saying word by word: "Galdan, the blood of the grassland man cannot be shed in vain, and it is not for you to use it to please the so-called immortal!"
"you……"
Galdan's face turned red for a while, and he was extremely angry and a little guilty.
This war was indeed started by him to please the immortal.
And he not only sacrificed the prairie men, but also the women of the prairie tribes. The mummies of more than ten women were still lying on the ground.
"Are you two going to rebel?" Galdan shouted, raising his voice to cover up his guilty conscience.
He looked ugly and looked around at the tribal warriors.
"I am the great khan respected by all the major tribes. Even the ancestors and gods recognize me. If you violate me, you will violate the ancestors!"
In the past, this rhetoric has been quite effective.
But now, the surrounding tribal warriors all had cold eyes and were completely unmoved.
They all saw Galdan's groveling appearance in front of the immortal, and also saw the dozen shriveled corpses.
Such a person, even if his ancestors admit it, is not worthy of becoming the Great Khan of the grassland!
"Galdan, our ancestors approved it, but I don't!" Astumu shouted, his voice like rolling thunder.
"I don't agree with it either!" Ramzabu roared.
"And I, Uliangha Dabu, Ashe Timur!" Another majestic voice sounded in the distance.
"I, Dawaqi, don't approve of it either!"
"I……"
There were sounds all around.
Although the individual voices are weak, together they are extremely powerful, turning into a wave that almost drowns Galdan!
He was dumbfounded, as if struck by lightning, and listened blankly, unable to believe it all.
Obviously, before the war started, the leaders of these tribes under him had already been in contact with the Liang Dynasty. All this had been planned, but he knew nothing about it!
At this critical moment, he lost his identity as the Great Khan and was completely useless to the Immortal!
The grassland could no longer accommodate him, and it was impossible for the Liang Dynasty to accept him.
The world is so big and there is nowhere to go.
He turned into a lost dog in an instant!
At this moment, the Yinhun Sect monk on the side suddenly laughed out loud: "Haha, interesting, I didn't expect to see such a big show in this lower realm."
"Are you the so-called immortal?" Lamuzhabu asked.
"Ant, do you want to die?" The Yinhun Sect monk looked cold, "Kneel down and I will forgive your disrespect!"
"What qualifications do you have to make me kneel down?" Ramzabu showed no fear.
"Okay, if you are looking for death, I will help you!"
The Yinhun Sect monk shouted coldly, stretched out his big hand, and planned to slap Ramuzhabu to death.
But suddenly, his expression changed.
The immortal power in his body actually stagnated and could not be used, as if it had been suppressed!
"How could this be?"
At this moment, that uneasy feeling resurfaced again.
The reason why he dared to be so unscrupulous was because of his immortal strength in the foundation-building stage, which made him almost invincible in this lower realm.
But now, he can't mobilize any immortal power at all, and he can no longer fly to the sky and escape.
Moreover, he continues to grow weaker.
"Impossible. Why is this world suppressing me?" He was a little panicked. "Am I trapped in a formation? But is there any formation in the lower world that can restrain me? Why didn't I notice it in advance?"
"Because this formation is a human formation, driven by ordinary power. There is no need for external treasures or formation patterns, so you cannot detect it in advance."
An old voice suddenly sounded in this quiet battlefield.
The soldiers in front pushed aside to make way for a passage.
At the end of the passage, two figures appeared, one of them was the current prince.
The other man was wearing a shabby Taoist robe, his beard and hair were all white, his eyes were weathered, his back was a little stooped, and his skin was like a dead tree. He looked ordinary, but his identity was enough to shock countless people.
The great national master of the day!
"In this formation, the earthly energy and blood are used as yang, and the souls of ordinary people are used as yin, forming a great formation of yin and yang, sealing the four directions and eight extremes..."
He spoke slowly, his voice very hoarse, as if it was coming from the grave.
The concept of this formation is very special. It is the only place where a large amount of energy and blood and dead souls can be satisfied at the same time. This is the only large battlefield like this.
"Three hundred thousand soldiers, seven hundred thousand heavy civilians, and millions of ordinary people. Since ordinary people are all ants in your eyes, then this formation is the 'ant-eating immortal formation'... ahem..."
He suddenly coughed a few times and his body swayed, like a candle in the wind.
The prince looked worried, hurriedly helped him, and whispered: "Grand Imperial Master, please go back and rest."
"No, Your Highness the Crown Prince... I have been waiting for this day for a hundred years..."
The old Imperial Master shook his head slowly, his vicissitudes of sight still lingering on the Yinhun Sect monk.
The Yinhun Sect monk became more and more uneasy, but he still shouted: "So what if millions of mortals? They are just a bunch of ants after all. I don't believe you can seal me. I am a true immortal, and I am the heaven of this lower world!"
He gritted his teeth and tried to forcefully use the forbidden technique to break the formation.
But he soon discovered that he couldn't use the forbidden technique even if he tried desperately!
The immortal power was banned, and the body became weaker and weaker, almost inferior to the mortals around him!
"How is it possible, how is it possible..."
His expression changed again and again, panicking.
Only then did he finally understand that he could no longer escape and fell into the hands of these mortals!
Now, any soldier around here has the strength to kill him!
"The so-called immortals are just stronger mortals. There is not much difference between immortals and mortals." The old master stepped slowly into the passage.
He walked slowly, like an ordinary old man, with no expression on his weathered cheeks.
The Yinhun Sect monk shouted: "What do you want to do?"
"Kill you, Tu Xian."
"There is no grudge between you and me!"
The Yinhun Sect monk's face turned pale, and he forced himself to calm down and shouted: "I can ignore the affairs of the lower realm dynasty, and I can even take you to the fairy world and let you embark on the free and happy path of immortality. As long as you let me go, everything is negotiable!"
The old master shook his head slowly: "No, you are wrong."
"Where is wrong?"
"There has been enmity between you and me a hundred years ago."
The old Imperial Master's voice was hoarse and low.
At some point, he had a hammer in his hand.
The hammer was already rusty and covered with mottled traces of time, and its original appearance could no longer be seen.
Years go by, flowers bloom and wither, hundreds of years pass by, and everything seems like yesterday.
At first, he was just a blacksmith.