Chapter 481

"Amitabha!"

A chant of Buddha's name sounded behind Fatso and Tyrant. Lord Zeng, who had been sitting cross-legged and meditating, made his move. In fact, no matter how good his meditation was, it was impossible for him not to be alarmed at this moment. The sudden appearance of the Five-clawed Golden Dragon had caused too much of a commotion.

Lord Zeng's body emitted wisps of black aura, like an evil spirit walking out of the nether world. However, his body was protected by the Dharma. The incarnation of Buddha and Devil perfectly intertwined on his body. From Devil to Buddha, and from Buddha to Devil.

"This style is quite cool." Fatso wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "I've never seen this pose before."

"This is a Dharmakaya. That dragon is just an illusion and doesn't even have a soul. Dharmakaya is the best way to deal with it." Tyrant began to reconstruct the formation while explaining. "Reconstruct the formation. Something must have happened inside. We can't let Da Bai fall into the trap alone."

Fatso nodded. He suppressed the surging Qi and blood in his body and began to reconstruct the formation. However, he still asked, "Tyrant, what does your Dharmakaya look like? Golden Cicada? "

Tyrant ignored Fatso. After reconstructing the formation, he left the consolidation to Fatso. He began to search for Su Bai's aura again, intending to reconstruct the connection.

The battle between Lord Zeng and the Golden Dragon was not too flashy. In fact, it was impossible to be flashy. The reason why Fatso and Tyrant seemed to be injured was because their minds were connected with the formation. Through this connection, the Golden Dragon shook the formation and hurt them. In fact, the Golden Dragon had died more than two thousand years ago. It only existed in a memory and did not exist in this plane. It was like a computer virus that would only damage the computer, but not the person sitting in front of the computer.

Lord Zeng burned the faint wisp of Dragon Power as if he was catching a firefly. Then, his figure returned to normal and he walked to Fatso and Tyrant.

"What happened?" Lord Zeng asked.

"I was a little careless, hehe." Tyrant laughed. "Poor Monk is now very curious about what Da Bai saw through the Ghost Soldiers that could cause such a huge impact. Poor Monk has already reconstructed the connection with Da Bai. There should be no problem this time."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tyrant pressed his Buddha beads on the formation while Fatty did the same with his Natal Peach Wood Sword. Both of them pressed their Natal Weapons on the formation in order to prevent what happened just now from happening again.

"It seems that things are more interesting than I imagined." Lord Zeng sat down beside him again. "I'm looking forward to White telling me this story when he comes back."

…

At this time, Su Bai, who was immersed in an "interesting story", did not find it interesting at all.

The previously solemn and orderly army formation had completely turned into an Asura battlefield at this moment. Killing and being killed seemed to have become the only main melody at this moment.

However, Su Bai did not understand or understand what was going on. Although these tens of thousands of Qin soldiers were not all of the Qin army, they were definitely the backbone of the army. And now, the First Emperor, who was above them, was just going to sit back and watch his soldiers kill each other here?

Actually, the Five-clawed Golden Dragon that gave off a sickly feeling from the moment it flew over might not be the First Emperor's carriage. It was more like a prey that had been caught. According to historical records, the Yellow Emperor was the Earth Virtue, the Xia Dynasty was the Wood Virtue, the Shang Dynasty was the Gold Virtue, the Zhou Dynasty was the Fire Virtue, and the Qin Dynasty was the Water Virtue. The early Han Dynasty continued the Qin Water Virtue, Emperor Wu of Han was the Earth Virtue, and Liu Xiu founded the country with the Fire Virtue. Therefore, if the First Emperor was looking for his ride, he would have chosen a black dragon instead of a golden dragon.

However, the blood of this golden dragon had become a catalyst, causing the Qin soldiers below to become crazy and hysterical.

Tyrannical energy waves spread in all directions, creating a terrifying momentum that could cause the mountains to collapse and the earth to sink. The strength of each soldier was extraordinary, and the killing of tens of thousands of people was like countless missiles crashing into this place.

Confusion, the unknown.

As well as the bloodthirst and killing that seemed to have infected him, Su Bai gradually began to lose himself. He stood up slowly and looked at the long dagger-axe in his right hand.

Then, Su Bai waved it and stabbed it directly at the Qin soldier in front of him.

"Puff …"

The long dagger-axe pierced through the soldier's body. This was unexpected to Su Bai. He was a little confused. Was he really in the ancient battlefield of that era, or had he merged with the mental state of one of the soldiers after borrowing the path of the Ghost Soldiers?

The current him did not seem to be able to really kill people, because he was just a bystander and not a participant. However, he felt that he was now completely involved in it. He kept waving his weapon, and kept stabbing the long dagger-axe into the bodies of his comrades.

Blood splattered and bodies collapsed. After the initial torment and struggle, Su Bai's killing became more and more proficient. The bloodthirst and madness had completely soaked his reason. It was as if the people in front of him were not his comrades, but enemy chiefs who were enemies of the Empire and the Ancestral Dragon!

Kill.

Kill.

Kill.

Kill! Kill! Kill!!!!

Su Bai knew that this state was not right, but he did not have the ability to change it. He had already become more and more immersed in this scene. It was as if this was his memory, or as if this memory was what was happening.

As the killing began, Su Bai felt that his physical body was becoming stronger and stronger. The flesh and blood of his former comrades had merged into his body, turning into nutrients and nourishing him.

This was like raising a poisonous insect, or a redistribution of resources.

The tens of thousands of Qin soldiers were like a large circle of Gu. They were biting, devouring, growing stronger, and at the same time, they were also contributing.

Su Bai felt his eyes begin to moisten. Killing, killing …

There were fewer and fewer people …

Fewer and fewer …

The frenzy and craziness at the beginning was slowly fading away, and the act of killing seemed to be just a mechanical habit, an instinct, a habit.

One could not obtain the slightest pleasure or achievement from killing. Moreover, when one saw more and more severed limbs on the ground, a desolate atmosphere began to surround the surroundings.

In the sky, Ancestral Gragon stood silently. The five-clawed golden dragon seemed to have completely lost its vitality, but its body still floated in the sky. At this moment, its huge body looked no different from a rootless duckweed.

Ancestral Gragon's hand was trembling slightly, but this trembling was hidden under his black dragon robe. He had once faced scenes that were countless times more tragic than this, but this scene made his heart ache the most.

A refined young man walked to Ancestral Gragon's side. Beside him stood a general.

Ancestral Gragon nodded, as if agreeing to the young man's request.

The young man held a flute and began to play the song 'Soul Returns'. This was a scene that could not be recorded in the history books, and was also a scene that future generations would not be able to understand. But it had truly happened. Internecine strife, helplessness, pain, grievance, anger, and all sorts of other emotions continuously intertwined and spiraled. It was as if a great mountain was pressing down on one's heart, making it difficult to breathe!

Su Bai had already forgotten who he was. He only continued to kill. If he did not kill others, others would kill him. He had no choice.

Finally, when the number of people who could stand in the surroundings decreased to a certain number, everyone subconsciously stopped killing. There were about five hundred people who had survived. Out of the tens of thousands of soldiers, only five hundred were left. Each of them had a monstrous killing intent on their bodies. Moreover, each of them was incomparably vigorous.

It was not an exaggeration to say that these five hundred people were the essence of this army of tens of thousands.

Fu Su stopped playing the flute. He seemed to not dare to look directly at the tragic scene below. He did not understand, he was hesitant, and he was also helpless. He did not know why his father had done this. These were the stabilized army that had followed his father to conquer the six countries. But now, almost all of them had died here.

Meng Tian reached out and grabbed Fu Su's shoulder. Fu Su wanted to resist but did not succeed. In the end, he was still forcefully brought back to the dragon carriage by Meng Tian.

Ancestral Gragon took a step and landed. The five hundred soldiers who had just been slaughtering almost completely obeyed their instincts and knelt towards Ancestral Gragon.

Ancestral Gragon walked past each of them like he was inspecting them. But the surrounding mountains and fields of broken limbs and bones did not create any joyous atmosphere.

When Ancestral Gragon walked past him, Su Bai clearly sensed that the person in front of him seemed to pause for a moment. For a moment, he felt as though his heart had been completely seen through. But it seemed to only pause for a moment before Ancestral Gragon walked to the next person.

In the distance came the clamor of carriages. A white-haired old man dressed as a warlock slowly walked over. Behind the old man stood many young boys and girls. They pushed the carriages, and on the carriages were many black coffins.

The old man walked to Ancestral Gragon's side and bowed in greeting.

Ancestral Gragon turned his back. The two seemed to be communicating about something. Finally, Ancestral Gragon nodded.

The old man stood up. He held a string of paper talismans in his hand. He walked in front of a Qin soldier and stuck the paper talisman on the soldier's forehead. The soldier immediately fell unconscious.

The young boys and girls on standby reached out and lifted the Qin soldier into the coffin. These young boys and girls had talismans stuck on their backs. They were somewhat similar to the Yellow Turban Strongmen refined by the Taoist priests of later generations, so they were very powerful.

The old man stuck them one by one. It seemed that because of Ancestral Gragon, none of the soldiers resisted. They fell one by one because of the talismans stuck on them. One by one, they were carried into the coffins by the young boys and girls and sealed up.

Finally, the old man came in front of Su Bai. He picked up the talisman but suddenly paused. Then, a suspicious smile appeared on his face, but his movements did not stop. The hand holding the talisman began to move towards Su Bai's forehead.

A huge sense of crisis suddenly arose in Su Bai's heart.

It was as if if this talisman was stuck on it..,

Then no matter who he was..,

No matter where he was..,

No matter what identity or medium he used to enter this place..,

He would eventually be completely sealed!