The Indian monk's yoga technique had already been cultivated to an unimaginable level. His body was forcibly stretched into a line that was several meters long, like a human snake crawling forward, looking extremely strange. However, from beginning to end, he didn't touch the formation beneath him, and Zhu Gu was actually following him from afar.
"Does this little monster want to kill the Indian monk? Why? Is there something on the Indian monk that attracts him? "
The more Ding Ning thought about it, the stranger he felt. "Who is the Indian monk? Why does he know that he won't touch the tactical matrix if he goes there? "
Thinking of this, Ding Ning could not stay any longer. He quickly went underground in the direction of Zhu Gu and quickly chased after him.
Feeling the fluctuation of the tactical matrix only a few centimeters away from him, Ding Ning realized how amazing the Indian monk was. He was able to travel less than a meter between the ground and the tactical matrix. It should be known that the tactical matrix underground was extremely lethal. If he was not careful, he would be strangled by the tactical matrix.
What made him admire the most was that the Indian monk obviously did not know the Earth Escape Technique, but he used a pair of alloy gloves on his hands to dig a way. It could be seen how bold and courageous this guy was.
Ding Ning traveled underground, and his heart was in his throat. He did not dare to be careless. The place was so narrow, and he did not have the ability to stretch his body into a long line like the Indian monk. So he could not increase his speed and could only follow behind them carefully.
After an unknown period of time, the magic mirror in Ding Ning's hand suddenly flashed. The Indian monk actually dug through the wall and appeared in an underground palace.
Ding Ning was shocked by the scene he saw, and he almost touched the tactical matrix. A violent fluctuation of the tactical matrix came, and he was so scared that he did not even dare to breathe. He curled up his body and did not dare to move. After a long time, the fluctuation of the tactical matrix gradually subsided.
There was a towering palace in the underground palace, and at the entrance of the palace were hundreds of Mongolian cavaliers who were patrolling back and forth while riding on skeletal horses. However, based on their ashen faces, empty and lifeless gazes, and the armor and weapons that had long since rotted away, it was clear that they were not living people.
The Indian monk slid down along the wall like a gecko and landed on the ground, motionless like a puddle of mud. After the patrolling cavalrymen passed by, the monk slowly wriggled and returned to its original state in the blink of an eye. It crawled forward on the ground like a slithering snake, trying to find a gap in the patrolling cavalrymen to enter the palace.
Unfortunately, he had obviously underestimated the dead Mongolian cavaliers. A cavalier who looked like the leader of a small group suddenly raised the rusty scimitar in his hand, and the cavaliers behind him immediately stopped moving in an orderly manner.
The leader sniffed with his nose and seemed to have smelled the scent of a living person. His dead fish-like eyes suddenly looked at the Indian monk who was pretending to be dead on the ground. He opened his mouth and let out a soundless roar, pointing the machete in his hand in the direction of the monk.
Hundreds of cavalrymen were alerted. They pulled out the scimitars from their waists and rode their skeletal horses toward the Indian monks.
Was this the Invincible Steel Cavalry? It truly lived up to its reputation!
Ding Ning looked at the scene in shock. There were only hundreds of cavalrymen, but when they charged, they gave off a terrifying momentum that seemed invincible in the world.
Even though Ding Ning was not at the scene through the magic mirror, he could still feel the murderous aura of iron and blood coming at him. It was shocking and made his legs tremble.
The Indian monk's expression changed. He did not dare to face the attack lightly and instantly retreated. He planned to dodge this round of charge and rush into the formation to kill.
However, he did not expect that although these cavalrymen had been dead for many years, their fighting instincts did not weaken at all. Instead, they became more exquisite.
They were skilled in archery and riding on horses. They all took out the bows and arrows on their backs. The moment they passed by each other, they pulled the bows and shot the arrows together. The sky full of arrows whistled through the air and boldly shot at the enemy.
The Indian monk was caught off guard and had nowhere to hide. He abruptly opened his mouth and let out a loud roar. A wave of air ripples that seemed to be solid spread out in all directions like a tide. It forcibly blocked the rain of arrows that filled the sky in front of him, causing the arrows to fall to the ground with rustling sounds.
"Is it the Buddhist Lion's Roar?"
Ding Ning muttered in a low voice with a strange look on his face. He had obviously underestimated this Indian monk. This guy had been hiding his strength before. Even now, he probably did not show all his skills. This was really a surprise!
"Swoosh!"
Seeing that the rain of arrows had missed, the cavalrymen raised their scimitars in unison and actually galloped as fast as a flower. It was dazzling.
In the blink of an eye, they crisscrossed and formed a strange battle formation. The Indian monk was firmly surrounded in it. Ten people formed a team and launched the first wave of charge.
The Indian monk was not afraid. His blood and Qi were boiling all over his body. He brazenly rushed forward. The alloy gloves in his hands were impervious to swords and spears. He fought with the cavalrymen in a big way.
With a loud bang, ten scimitars converged into one and chopped down. The Indian monk's blood and Qi were surging and he stepped back a few steps.
The ten of them whipped their horses and rushed over. Before the Indian monk could recover, the second wave of attack arrived. Another ten scimitars slashed down, forcing him to take a few steps back. Then came the third wave … the fourth wave …
Ding Ning was dumbfounded. He did not expect that the battle formation of these cavalrymen was so exquisite. Their positions could be said to be extremely wonderful. They came one after another without any disorder. The timing and rhythm of the attack were mastered to the point of perfection.
Every wave of attack arrived at the moment when the Indian monk had just used up his old strength and had not yet recovered his strength. The continuous attacks were like a tide, making the Indian monk flustered. He did not even have time to take a breath. Even if he had great skills, he could not display them. He could only be beaten passively, which made him so anxious that he screamed.
It was no wonder that the Mongolian cavalry could be invincible in the world. Even the most powerful experts could only be tired of dealing with this kind of battle formation and had no time to fight back.
Ding Ning was dazzled and a thoughtful expression appeared on his face. Although it was a battle formation, it was similar to the battle between two martial arts masters. Whoever controlled the rhythm of the attack would lead the way to victory.
The cavalrymen used the battle formation to make up for the serious lack of individual strength. Round after round of non-stop attacks were enough to exhaust any master to death.
It should be known that they occupied the initiative and controlled the rhythm of the attack. Although the attacks were continuous, in fact, they were taking turns to rest and did not consume much of their strength at all.
Unless the supply rhythm of the cavalry was interrupted at the beginning, the only way to break the situation was to use absolute strength to repel a wave of attacks to cause chaos and interrupt their attack rhythm. Then the battle formation would collapse without any attack.
But the Indian monk obviously knew that someone was following him, so he chose to hide his strength. As a result, he suffered the consequences of his own actions, causing him to fall into an awkward situation. He was hit by the continuous attacks until his qi and blood were surging and his physical strength was quickly consumed.
Zhu Gu was very cunning. At this moment, he had already reached the entrance of the underground palace, but he was not in a hurry to go out. He put away his bone blade and calmly sat on top of the mountain to watch the tigers fight, waiting to reap the benefits. He did not know that Ding Ning was quickly approaching from behind.
The Indian monk seemed to have some secret technique that could detect the arrival of Zhu Gu. Fearing that he would be attacked by him, he no longer cared about hiding his strength. With a roar, his fist was wrapped in a layer of flame and he fiercely punched the scimitar.
"Boom!"
Sparks flew in all directions, like a spark setting a prairie ablaze, instantly igniting the rotten leather armor of the surrounding cavalrymen. Each of the cavalrymen was burning in flames, emitting a high temperature. Without making any sound, they were burned to ashes, and the bones of the skeletal horses piled up on the ground.
This caught the cavalrymen at the back unprepared and they directly collided with the cavalrymen at the front. They only had time to swing their blades once before their bodies were ignited, following in the footsteps of the cavalrymen at the front.
Like pushing down dominoes, the cavalrymen at the back rushed forward wave after wave, but they were blocked by their comrades at the front. For a moment, the entire battle formation was in chaos, and people and horses fell to the ground in an instant.
The Indian monk was sullen from being beaten before. As if venting his anger, he rushed into the group of cavalrymen and smashed their heads one by one with his fists.
Zhu Gu's pupils violently shrank. What kind of flame was this? It was so terrifying that it could burn a person to ashes in such a short time.
Without the support of the battle formation, these cavalrymen were only a little stronger than ordinary people. In the hands of the furious Indian monk, they were slaughtered without any power to fight back. Headless corpses fell to the ground, together with the broken bones of the skeletal horses. The ground was covered in white, looking extremely evil!
"Come out, I already knew you were following me!"
After smashing the head of the last cavalryman, the Indian monk calmly stared at Zhu Gu's hiding place and shouted in stiff Divine Land language.
When Zhu Gu saw that he had been exposed, he no longer tried to hide himself. He jumped down from the hole that was more than a meter above the ground. He blinked his pure and flawless eyes and didn't say anything, just looking at him timidly.
"It's you?"
The Indian monk's face revealed a touch of surprise. When he had pretended to lose his mind and started a massacre at the Magic Statue Square, he had actually paid attention to all the strong people present. He knew that this young and seemingly innocent little Lama was not as harmless as he looked.
"It's me. I was just curious about how you were so familiar with this place, so I followed you. I have absolutely no evil intentions!"
Zhu Gu said in a childish voice. Coupled with his delicate and pretty little face, it made people unconsciously feel pity for him.
"Humph! Boy, go to hell! "
The Indian monk was not confused by his appearance at all. Without hesitation, he threw a punch at his head.
"Ah!"
Zhu Gu screamed and squatted down like an ordinary child, just in time to avoid this punch.
The Indian monk had already expected this and kicked Zhu Gu without the slightest mercy.
"Clang!"
Sparks flew everywhere.
Gold and iron collided.
Zhu Gu suddenly used a bone blade to block this kick in an extremely treacherous manner. However, he was surprised to find that the Indian monk's shoes were actually made of a special alloy and were not cut off as he had expected.
"It really is you. Previously, when Ding Ning said that you were the creator of the virus, I was on guard against you. Now you have revealed your true colors, right?"
The Indian monk looked at Zhu Gu's eight white bone claws. His pupils slightly contracted as he said with a sneer.
"Since you have seen my true body, then go to hell!"
Zhu Gu stood up like a spider monster. His four hind claws grabbed the ground to stabilize his center of gravity. His four front claws waved and created layers of afterimages as he attacked the Indian monk.
"Hehe, a mere failed product from the laboratory, do you really want to become a spirit!"
The Indian monk saw that Zhu Gu's strength was not enough to pose a threat to him. He sneered and said, "It just so happens that I want to settle accounts with you. You actually destroyed one of our bases!"
As he spoke, a long flame whip suddenly appeared in his hand and ruthlessly lashed at Zhu Gu.
Zhu Gu's complexion changed. His body quickly retreated like a ghost, avoiding the long flame whip. He solemnly asked, "Who are you?"
"Today, I will let you die with understanding. I am the Fire God!"
The Indian monk proudly waved his long whip. The scorching heat rose and pounced towards Zhu Gu like a fire dragon.
Ding Ning, who was hiding at the cave entrance, was stunned when he heard this. This guy is the Fire God? How could the Wind God and the Rain God not know him? Could it be that they were pretending not to know him?
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