But even someone as powerful as an Imperial Great General would find it no easy task to destroy the Nine Dragon Blood Formation.
Bang!
The black-armored guard suddenly took two steps forward and then stomped down. In the blink of an eye, he shot into the air like a cannonball toward Dusong Mangpoje.
Before Dusong Mangpoje could react, the black-armored guard had already appeared in front of him. In Dusong Mangpoje's eyes, a massive steely fist rapidly grew larger, and then this fist smashed into Dusong Mangpoje's chest.
This punch was so heavy that it immediately sent Dusong Mangpoje flying like a ragdoll.
Rumble! As countless people watched, Dusong Mangpoje was sent flying like a cannonball, sliding several hundred zhang away and leaving a deep mark in the ground. Behind him, dust and sand roiled into the air.
In just a few moments, the sudden attack launched by the Arabs, Ouzan, and Western Turks had been cleanly nullified by the Tang Dynasty. The attacks of four Great Generals had crumbled, and even an Eagle of the Plateau like Dusong Mangpoje had been heavily injured by the black-armored guard and sent flying.
Bang!
This sight caused the oppressive battlefield to explode with cheers. All the Tang soldiers began to cheer, their voices deafening.
However, no one noticed that the black-armored guard was standing a foot above the ground with his thick brows furrowed imperceptibly.
At this moment, no one noticed that when Dusong Mangpoje was sent flying by the black-armored guard, he had smashed into a distant sandstorm that was sweeping through the heavens. And this was precisely where the Arab War God Qutaybah and the Evil Emperor had clashed.
"Success!"
Dusong Mangpoje lay on the ground, blood spurting out of his body, but a smile appeared on his face as he raised his head. Dusong Mangpoje's pitch-black eyes reflected a completely different sight.
At this moment, the huge "sandstorm" that seemed to connect the heavens and the earth suddenly shook from the inside, and a huge crack suddenly appeared. The rolling sandstorm, from top to bottom, quickly dissipated at an astonishing speed. Behind the fading sandstorm, two figures fighting fiercely appeared. One was covered in golden light, like the sun and moon hanging high in the sky, while the other was as black as ink, his clothes fluttering in the wind.
The two of them faced each other from afar, staring at each other with intense battle intent bursting out of their bodies. For just a moment, the two of them began to move, but this was enough for Dusong Mangpoje. The opportunity he had been waiting for had finally arrived.
"Ding!"
A faint ringing of a bell suddenly resounded, and it seemed to be almost inaudible amidst the clamor of battle that shook the heavens on the battlefield, so it didn't draw anyone's attention.
The golden bell swiftly passed through the cracks in the sandstorm, flying toward the black-robed Demonic Emperor Old Man with incredible speed. In the blink of an eye, it was only several zhang from the Evil Emperor.
At almost the same time, the Evil Emperor seemed to sense something, and his heart thumped in his chest. He subconsciously glanced in the direction the golden bell had come from.
Even though he hadn't seen what was flying at him, the Evil Emperor's powerful instincts still made him act. Bzzz! Vast amounts of energy exploded out of his body, transforming into a black Stellar Energy barrier that enveloped the Demonic Emperor Old Man's entire body.
The Evil Emperor had reacted very quickly, but he had still underestimated the power of this secret ritual tool of the Great Snow Mountain Temple.
Ding! The moment the Evil Emperor attacked, the golden bell began to vibrate, and then, as if responding to something, it suddenly sped up, drawing a thin arc in the air as it appeared above the Evil Emperor's head.
"Boom!"
The moment the bell appeared above the Evil Emperor's head, the golden bell unleashed a dreadful and destructive storm of energy that engulfed the Evil Emperor.
At that moment, the golden bell did not seem like a ritual tool, but a channel to another world, drawing in the energy of that world to attack the Evil Emperor.
This energy was so vast that Dusong Mangpoje's own strength seemed inconsequential. This was no longer his own strength, but the energy of the ritual tool itself.
But something happened that caught Dusong Mangpoje completely off guard. A pitch-black and majestic energy erupted from the Evil Emperor's body, transforming into a massive azure hand that caught the golden bell.
“！！！”
Dusong Mangpoje was flabbergasted by this sight. Even though he knew that the Demonic Emperor Old Man would not be easy to deal with, Dusong Mangpoje was still stunned by this sight.
The Sacred Bell could not be stopped by any external force. If it could be so easily stopped, the Sacred Bell would not be able to trap anyone. Such a thing had never happened before, and Dusong Mangpoje did not even dare to think about it. There was no doubt that the mysterious elder before him was unimaginably powerful, so powerful that even the Sacred Bell's effects were greatly reduced.
"It's useless!!!"
A moment later, Dusong Mangpoje's eyes turned sharp, his fingers forming a spell as he leaped up from the ground.
"Boom!"
A moment later, everyone was stunned by what they saw. The golden bell, which was only the size of a child's fist, suddenly swelled to several hundred times its original size, becoming a massive golden bell. Boomboomboom, it descended from the sky, wrapped around the Demonic Emperor Old Man, and smashed him into the ground.
In a flash, the storm scattered, and the Evil Emperor vanished. In his place was a golden bell more than six meters tall. The surface of the bell crackled with lightning, and thousands of silver snakes coiled around it. It was a dreadful sight to behold.
Sudden!
Too sudden!
Before anyone could react, Dusong Mangpoje had succeeded, trapping the Evil Emperor in the Sacred Bell and pressing him to the ground. In the time it takes for a spark to fly off a piece of flint, everyone who saw this scene was shocked. Even the battle cries on the battlefield became much quieter.
"Success!"
In the distance, Dalun Ruozan clenched his fists and rejoiced at the sight of the golden bell.
In this battle, from killing the ordinary soldiers of the Tang Dynasty to destroying Cheng Qianli and Wang Yan, to feigning an attack on the black-armored guard, everything had been a series of traps within traps. The goal had been to borrow the black-armored guard's hand to 'deliver' Dusong Mangpoje to the side of the Evil Emperor and Qutaybah.
At the Evil Emperor's level of cultivation, his senses were far too powerful. He was an existence on par with Qutaybah's, and it was unrealistic to think of any schemes or schemes in front of him. The Evil Emperor only needed to get a little too close, even the slightest abnormal approach, to be noticed by the Evil Emperor.
But in the end, everything had been successfully carried out. Even someone as powerful as Wang Chong's master, the Evil Emperor, had been successfully enveloped by a ritual tool of the Great Snow Mountain Temple.
Bang!
The sight of the golden bell on the ground and the disappearance of the Evil Emperor in the air caused the nearly one hundred thousand Arab soldiers to explode into heaven-shaking cheers. Qutaybah's subordinates, the elite cavalry of the northern war zone, immediately began to shout in excitement.
"Arabia!"
"Arabia!"
"Arabia!"
… …
Their shouts shook the heavens, and the morale of the Arab cavalry soared. After fighting for so long, even if they didn't understand the black-robed elder of the Great Tang, all the Arabs knew that he was their strongest foe. It was precisely this person's existence that had caused the hundreds of thousands of Arab soldiers to be unable to advance. Now that the mysterious black-robed elder was gone, no one on the battlefield could stop Qutaybah.
"Qutaybah!"
"Qutaybah!"
"Qutaybah!"
… …
In just a few short moments, the name of Arab War God Qutaybah once more resounded through the heavens. After four days of bitter battle, after paying the price of countless lives, the Arabs were finally on the verge of victory.
While the Arabs, Ouzan, and Western Turks were cheering and shouting, the Tang Dynasty soldiers were all ashen and pale.
"Master!"
In the blink of an eye, Wang Chong, who was locked in battle with Ziyad, suddenly raised his head. With a single glance, Wang Chong immediately understood what was going on. In a flash, all the blood drained from his face, and his entire body went cold.
"Brother Wenfu!"
At almost the same time, the Chief Of Wushang saw that six-meter-tall golden bell in the distance, and his entire body trembled as if he had been dealt a heavy blow.
"Senior Zhang!"
Gao Xianzhi, Cheng Qianli, and Su Hanshan, who was commanding the ballista army in the rear, were all stunned, their faces as white as paper. Even the black-armored guard holding the Nine Dragon Blood War Banner paled, his aura rapidly fluctuating.
No matter how slow they were, they could still understand that they had been completely schemed against by the Arabs and Ouzan. Their goal had not been Wang Yan, Cheng Qianli, and it certainly wasn't the Nine Dragon Blood War Banner that everyone had assumed. Their goal had always been one person: Wang Chong's master, the Evil Emperor!
After four days of fierce battle, both sides were running low on soldiers, but the Arabs still could not defeat the Tang Dynasty on the ground. But as long as they could trap the Evil Emperor and eliminate the Tang Dynasty's top-class fighting force, even if the Tang Dynasty had the Nine Dragon Blood War Banner, it would still be defeated.
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