Chapter 223 Our Lady of White Lotus

As soon as he finished speaking, the space within a kilometer radius suddenly paused, as if it had fallen into the sea.

The houses, the imperial army, the rebels, the flames, the cannonballs, even the air, the sunlight, all paused for a moment and seemed extremely silent.

The next moment, everything started moving again.

From extreme stillness to extreme movement, no one noticed.

Except Xu Mujun.

"The Realm of the God of War..."

He murmured, and after killing the green-faced ghost on the upper body of the god, he seemed to have some insights.

The Hundred Battles Blood Sword is the way to kill on the battlefield.

Through killing, you can absorb the essence, energy, and spirit of the killed person, thereby enhancing your own strength, and then transforming it into the evil energy of killing on the battlefield.

But now, after the green-faced ghost was killed, that mysterious and unexplainable strange aura and spirit, or will, has been shrouding his heart.

"Please ask God...the will of heaven and earth."

"As long as your will is strong enough, you can activate the vitality of heaven and earth, and even the rules of heaven and earth, and then form a powerful power of rules."

"Is this the realm of the martial god recorded in "Dragon Elephant Chunyang Kung"?"

"I...enlightened."

The next moment, he stepped out with his right foot and appeared in front of the red-haired ghost almost instantly.

The red-haired ghost was startled, and subconsciously swung his knife to strike. However, Xu Mujun swung his knife gently, and the blade passed past the light of the knife, past his own god, and suddenly struck his neck.

"Poof!"

Blood spurted out, and the head rolled away.

The headless corpse ran for more than ten meters before finally falling to the ground helplessly.

Another mysterious and mysterious power of rules and the will of heaven and earth emerged from the red-haired ghost, which was captured and then absorbed by Xu Mujun.

"The will of heaven and earth...is still a little short of that."

Xu Mujun turned around. At this moment, the one-eyed ghost was so frightened that he woke up from the state of praying to the gods.

Just when he was about to beg for mercy, a white lotus flower suddenly appeared between his eyebrows, shining slightly.

The next second, his one eye became confused again, and he shouted: "Old mother with no life, empty hometown!"

"Buzz..."

In an instant, his eyes became fanatical again, a strange wave surged out of his body, and the golden figure originally attached to his body became more solid.

The golden illusory spear in his hand thrust out violently, leaving even afterimages in the air.

Xu Mujun moved and stabbed straight with the knife. The tip of the knife collided steadily with the tip of the spear, causing a faint ripple.

The one-eyed ghost laughed and said: "

Hahaha, Xu Mujun, you are dead! I have the protection of my unborn mother, you can’t kill me..."

"Noisy...!"

Xu Mujun said softly and waved his hand casually, as if he was driving away noisy flies.

The next second, a strange wave surged out of him, covering a kilometer radius.

The golden figure attached to the one-eyed ghost actually became illusory at this moment, flickering as if it might disappear at any time.

"What, what's going on..."

His expression changed drastically, and he quickly called out the name of Wusheng Old Mother in his heart. Unfortunately, the fear in his heart became more and more intense.

After a few breaths, the golden shadow that originally enveloped him turned into pieces like a candle in the wind. After beating for a few breaths, it suddenly shattered!

"How is it possible!"

The one-eyed ghost exclaimed again: "Old Mother Wusheng, believers respectfully invite you..."

But at this moment, no matter how much he shouted and prayed, he could not feel the power of asking God.

Xu Mujun stepped forward step by step and said coldly: "The old mother without a living mother and the empty hometown are just tricks to fool the people."

"Your method of inviting gods is also a crooked way and can only affect some weak-willed people."

"How can my martial arts will be rivaled by little rebels like you?"

"Impossible, impossible..."

The one-eyed ghost was so frightened that he kept retreating, and finally turned around to escape, but Xu Mujun threw it away casually, and the long knife penetrated the back of his heart, and his body fell to the ground.

He reached out and grabbed it again, and the long knife flew back again.

"Gentlemen, kill the enemy!"

"Kill the enemy!"

Loud shouts came from all directions in Guangqing City. As Xu Mujun easily killed the three Shannan ghosts, the morale of the imperial army increased greatly, and they all started to kill the traitors of the White Lotus Sect.

On the other hand, the morale of the White Lotus Sect rebels has dropped rapidly. Even if there are some loyal believers who practice the art of praying to gods, they can't resist the imperial army whose morale has greatly increased.

At this time, Xu Mujun was looking at the center of Guangqing City from a distance.

"This feeling..."

He walked forward slowly, his figure like a fish in water, quickly approaching the center of Guangqing City.

At this time, in Guangqing City.

In a huge manor, White Lotus believers wearing white turbans and fanatical eyes were standing around, guarding the place.

And further inside, there are believers whose status is obviously higher than the guards. They sit cross-legged, their hands are in lotus seal, and they are murmuring in a low voice.

Passing through the square and corridors, and going straight into the innermost part, there are women wearing white gauze, forming a semicircle and reciting scriptures.

"Purify your mind and body and realize the Dharma platform. You can get rid of all the disasters in your body in one go. On the beads in Xiaoxiao Cave, the soul flashes and arranges. Three thousand and seventy-two worthy disciples, wash away the dust in the Prajna boat. They are bright and single-minded without any worries. They are in the ancient Ming Dynasty." If the mirror is not sunk and buried, if all the good and bad things are removed, from now on you can see the Tathagata with your palms together..."

In front of them, there stood a giant white lotus that was three feet high.

A large amount of sandalwood was lit on top of the lotus, floating in the air, forming a fairy palace vaguely on the top of the lotus, attracting countless people's attention.

At this time, a believer walked in quickly and came to an old woman in white under the lotus. He bowed and said: "Holy Mother, the city is broken."

"Huh?"

The old woman asked strangely: "Why so fast?"

"Although Guangqing City is not a big city, it is still three feet high and is guarded by millions of believers..."

"Holy Mother, the one who came was Xu Mujun, who was even more powerful with the red cannon. He destroyed the walls and gates of Guangqing City very easily."

"How is the war situation now?"

"The imperial army and my followers are having a street fight in Guangqing City, with heavy losses." The visitor whispered: "The three ghosts of Shannan have been killed, but they were killed by Xu Mujun himself."

"Hehehe...Xu Mujun?"

The old woman laughed softly and raised her head slightly. Only then did she realize that the old woman looked very old, with silver hair on her head, and even the space between her eyebrows was white.

Even the pupils are snow white!

Looking vaguely, this old woman's eyes were dull and her pupils were unfocused. She was actually blind.

"Holy Mother...how should we deal with it?"

The old woman laughed softly and said: "I have received the oracle from the Innocent Mother, Guangqing City is the prison of Shura."

"We, the believers, need to go to jail ourselves and survive this tribulation before we can ascend to our vacuum homeland!"

"Preach the oracle...!"

"Disciple respectfully requests the oracle!"

The visitor immediately knelt down on the ground, and many believers who were chanting sutras around him also knelt down with extremely respectful expressions.

"Oracle..."

"All believers, go forward with flesh and blood to stop the imperial army."

"By sinking into the prison of Shura, you can wash away your sins, abandon your sinful body, and ascend to your empty homeland."

"Beside my mother-in-law, there is a paradise world. You and your relatives will enjoy bliss forever."

"No birth mother, empty hometown!"

"Obey the Holy Mother's Oracle!"

"No birth mother, empty hometown!"

The visitors and the surrounding believers shouted loudly, and as the shouts gradually spread outside the corridors, outside the palace, in the square, and even throughout Guangqing City.

"No birth mother, empty hometown!"

"..."

One by one, the White Lotus Sect believers, young men, women, even the elderly and children, all stood up and rushed towards the east of Guangqing City with feverish eyes.

After all the believers outside left, the old woman continued: "White Lotus Saint."

"The believers are here!"

In the darkness, more than ten figures slowly walked out.

This group of people are all powerful and have bright eyes, some are men with swords, some are enchanting women, some are old men with sinister eyes, and some are dwarfs with long auras.

This group of people are all warriors who believe in the White Lotus Sect.

Among them are several master-level warriors.

The leader was a middle-aged woman.

She looks charming, but there are crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, and she is obviously not young.

"Lian Ning'er."

"The believers are here."

The woman knelt down and said respectfully.

"Take someone to kill Xu Mujun and sacrifice his life to the old mother Wu Sheng."

The old woman whispered: "This man has already broken through the innate, and his martial arts cultivation is astonishing. With his soul, he is enough to satisfy the old mother Wu Sheng."

"Believers must obey the oracle!"

Lian Ning'er said respectfully, and then led more than ten saints to intercept Xu Mujun.

After everyone left, the old woman continued to sit cross-legged in front of the huge white lotus and murmured in a low voice: "White Lotus Sect, do you really think that my White Lotus Sect is easy to bully?"

"Both the Tuoba family and Tianlong Temple are unwilling to take action."

"Holy Son... my White Lotus Sect inheritance is not so easy to cultivate."

"There is one last step. If you don't come, Xu Mujun's advantage will be in vain, hehehe..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a piece of fire suddenly flashed from the top of the giant white lotus, and then disappeared.

"Kill!"

"Get the court dogs out!"

"Guangqing City is our Guangqing City!"

"No birth mother, empty hometown!!!"

Shouts suddenly came from a distance.

The Longxiang Army who fought bravely to kill the enemy suddenly discovered that after they finally killed a large number of White Lotus Sect believers, more White Lotus Sect believers rushed out from the surrounding streets and alleys again.

Unlike before, the White Lotus cultists who rushed out this time were actually old people, women, and children!

Some old people were wearing black and smelly clothes, with their messy hair tied up with hemp ropes, and they walked with a limp.

Some women have disheveled hair, and some women with small feet look crazy and are thin and weak.

There are also children who look like they are only seven or eight years old, a time of innocence and innocence.

But even so, they were still fighting towards the Longxiang Army with great fanaticism, and they did not hesitate to kill them with the crude weapons in their hands.

Some old men even used their thin bodies to throw themselves onto Long Xiangjun's blade, just to gain a chance to swing the sword for their companions behind them.

"Withdraw!"

"Quickly retreat!"

Many captains and officers who rushed to the front began to issue orders in panic and kept retreating.

When facing the vicious White Lotus Sect and the murderous rebellion of Ying Ye, they could kill the enemy with their swords without hesitation.

But when facing these thin old men, women, and children with crazy eyes, the experienced Long Xiangjun didn't know what to do.

They did not dare to draw swords, and when faced with fanatical old men, women, and children, they could only retreat helplessly.

Many Longxiang soldiers even died at the hands of these White Lotus Sect believers because they retreated.

In the extremely panic formation, a cold shout suddenly sounded:

"Stop! Don't retreat!"

I have to drive back to my wife’s house today, so there will be less updates. Updates will resume on Wednesday.

(End of chapter)