Chapter 526.

Xu Qi’an opened his mouth, and his throat felt like it was being obstructed by something, unable to make a sound.

He silently gazed at Wei Yuan until the other party opened his mouth to utter a second sentence:

“Nalan Tianlu, since the start of the war, the Witch God Cult has slaughtered countless of my Da Feng soldiers, today, I will first behead you and exterminate your Corpse Soldier Legion, and then I will overthrow the armies of the three countries of Yan Kangjing, to pay homage to the Heavenly Souls of the Da Feng soldiers.”

Xu Qi’an turned around fiercely and saw a white-haired old man, dressed in a sorcerer’s robe, sitting cross-legged on the barren land, his body surrounded by bloodstains and his breath shriveled.

Behind this old sorcerer were three Buddhist monks, one of whom Xu Qi’an recognized, the very same Duo Yu Luohan who had led the Buddhist mission to the capital that day.

“Here’s some footage from the Battle of Shanhai Pass, twenty years ago ……….”

He came to a sudden realization, then remembered what Li Lingsu had said, Dongfang Wanrong’s master, the former former lord of Jingshan City, Nalan Tianlu died in the Battle of Shanhaiguan, in Wei Yuan’s scheme.

The second layer is imprisoned Nalan Tianlu? But why did I see the scene of the Battle of Shanhaiguan ……… He muttered in his heart, and then he heard Nalan Tianlu sneer:

“Wei Yuan, the Rain Master’s Yuan Shen is not extinguished, and the only ones who can kill me are the First Grade of the Dao Sect, or the Great Sorcerer.”

Xu Qi’an immediately looked at Wei Yuan, only to find that he had already disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was behind Nalan Tianlu, holding a sword in his right hand and carrying a head in his left.

Nalan Tianlu’s headless corpse sat motionless, the blood from his neck spurting up four or five meters high like a blood fountain.

Third grade, no, third grade great circle, more powerful than the king of Zhenbei at the time of Chuzhou ……… Xu Qi an sighed tersely in his heart, although he had known the truth, but now witnessing Wei Yuan s cultivation with his own eyes, it is still difficult to hide his inner sighing.

Tuo Er Luo Han pulled out a golden mantle from his large sleeve, pointed the mouth of the mantle at Nalan Tianlu’s corpse, and recited the transcendence sutra.

The brilliant Buddhist light turned into a beam of light and shone on Nalan Tianlu’s corpse, taking out a Yuan Shen that was not real enough to be included in the golden bowl.

Tuo Er Luo Han collected the golden mantle and, as if relieved, said:

“Marshal Wei, Nalan Tianlu’s Yuan Shen, let’s leave it to the Buddhist Sect. The Floating Pagoda in Leizhou is the Dharma Treasure of Faji Bodhisattva, dedicated to suppressing demons and evils. In less than a year, we will definitely tell Nalan Tianlu’s soul to fly away.”

Wei Yuan nodded, “Good.”

After saying that, he left slowly, his big sleeves fluttering.

“Wei Gong, Wei Gong ……..”

Xu Qi’an chased after him for a few steps and raised his hand, trying to stay, but Wei Yuan couldn’t hear him.

He dropped his hand in frustration.

“Amitabha!”

At that moment, he heard the sound of chanting Buddha’s name coming from behind him, and when he turned his head to look, it wasn’t Duo Yu Luohan, but the monks of the Three Flowers Monastery, such as Pure Heart, Pure Edge, and Heng Yin.

They finally reached the second level.

The monks of the Temple of the Three Flowers looked around in bewilderment and seemed to be confused as to why they were here.

Monk Pureheart looked at Xu Qi’an and said, “Master, what did you see just now? Where is this?”

Xu Qi’an deliberated, “Here, it should be the battlefield of the Battle of Shanhaiguan twenty years ago. What we are in is either an illusion or Nalan Tianlu’s dream. Considering that a fourth grade sorcerer is also called a ‘dream sorcerer’, I think it’s the latter.”

Nalan Tianlu’s dream …….. Monk Pureheart drifted off and said, “This should be the case, Senior Uncle Du Nian said that the second level of the Floating Pagoda was infiltrated by Nalan Tianlu’s power.”

The entire second level was infiltrated by Nalan Tianlu’s power? Xu Qi’an frowned.

The head of the Three Flowers Temple, Monk Heng Yin stared at Xu Qi’an and asked, “What did the monk just see.”

“The scene before Nalan Tianlu’s death, he died in a siege by Wei Yuan and Buddhist monks.”

He didn’t say that he died in the siege of the Duo Lohan because it would have revealed the fact that he knew the Duo Lohan.

The monks of the Three Flowers Monastery nodded their heads slowly, and the martial monk Jinyuan said in a deep voice, “Senior brother, how do we get out of the dream world?”

Pureheart glanced at Xu Qi’an and shook his head.

He seems to know, but is unwilling to say it to my face, also, the Buddhist sect and the Witch God Cult have colluded and intend to unseal Nalan Tianlu ………. Xu Qi’an scrutinized the monks, his gaze resting on the empty hands of Monk Pureheart.

“Master Pureheart, where is that bead in your hand?”

If he remembered correctly, when he brushed past earlier, Xu Qi’an clearly saw the first floor of the Floating Pagoda reflected in the beads.

Unsurprisingly, the beads served to feed the scenes inside the Floating Pagoda back to the outside world, so that Spiritual Wisdom Master Ilbu and Duo Nang Vajra could see the scenes inside the pagoda.

The two sides reached an agreement, but at the same time they were suspicious of each other, and the beads were an important bridge to maintain their cooperation ………

“Since this place is a dream world, the beads naturally cannot be brought in.”

Monk Pure Heart gives an explanation.

That is to say, we are not the real body now, but our consciousness has entered the dream world of Nalan Tianlu ……… Xu Qi an touched his chin.

After a while, more and more people arrived at the second level.

First, there were Yuan Yi, Li Shaoyun, Tang Yuanwu, and the Eastern Sisters, who were Fourth Grade experts. With their qualifications, they were all mainstays in any force.

For the Buddhist sect, a martial artist who can step into the fourth grade, of course, also has the “Buddha nature”.

This was followed by the local Leizhou jungle heroes, whose numbers had shrunk by two-thirds.

There were almost five to six hundred people when they entered the first level, but at this point, there were only less than two hundred people left.

“Where is this?”

“Worthy of being a Buddhist treasure, forming a world of its own?”

“All the dirt is real here, and so are the rocks …….”

The group was talking a lot, and the curious ones even grabbed a handful of soil and put it in their mouths to taste it, then spit it out.

Liu Yun quickly met up with his fellow disciple and Sect Master Tang Yuanwu, before looking around the crowd and searching, finally seeing the green coat.

She was very concerned about this man, and it had nothing to do with any woman’s mind, it was purely about the mysterious master.

The head monk, Heng Yin, said in a loud voice, “My fellow monks, this is Nalan Tianlu’s dream world, and the place we are in is the Battle of Shanhaiguan twenty years ago. The scene before us, on the other hand, is where the Buddhist monks surrounded and killed Nalan Tianlu.”

Taking my information in exchange for a favor in front of me ………. Xu Qi’an glanced at Heng Yin.

“So it is!”

“Thank you, Master, for telling me.”

“Who is Nalan Tianlu?”

The local Leizhou jiangshi came to a sudden realization and chattered about it.

At that moment, Heng Yin told everyone about Nalan Tianlu’s identity.

“It’s actually a Second Grade Rainmaker?”

“Second grade ah …….”

“The Buddhist Sect is indeed powerful.”

The Jianghu people’s faces were odd, either with emotion or shock or scorn, the Second Grade Rainmaker was an unattainable existence in their eyes, a divine figure.

And such a character was suppressed here by the Buddhist sect.

Dongfang Wanrong closed her eyes, and after a long time, she opened them and transmitted her voice:

“I can’t sense where Master is, which means he has no self-awareness, and this is indeed a dream world, his dream world.”

Dongfang Wanqing nodded, “How to break the situation?”

Dongfang Wanrong shook her head, “Look again, look again ………”

As he spoke, the scene changed abruptly, and the crowd found themselves in a large tent, with a white-haired, white-bearded cloaked sorcerer sitting at the head of the table, and at the long table, the armor-covered general and the cloaked sorcerer.

From these people, Xu Qi’an saw a familiar face:

Nurhega!

“The Southern Demons have allied with the Northern Demon Barbarians in an attempt to restore the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom, while the Southern Compulsive Race wants to take advantage of the opportunity to shake the fortunes of the Da Feng Kingdom. The Western Region’s Buddhist Sect has a deep enmity with the Demon Race and will not stand idly by, so the Great Feng and the Buddhist Sect are bound to join forces.”

Nalan Tianlu looked around at the sorcerers in the account and said, “This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for my Witch God Sect. As long as we join the battlefield and completely defeat the Great Fathers and the Buddhist Sect, we will be able to share the Nine States with the Demon Race, the Compulsive Race, and the Barbarian Race.”

The king of the Kingdom of Jing, Xiahou Yushu, asked, “Why don’t you invade Dafeng from the southern border?”

Nurhgar shook his head slowly:

“The Da Feng army is divided into two, one gathering at the border of Shan Hai Guan, and the other staging troops at the border of the three northeastern states. The defense is us. The battle at Shanhaiguan is in full swing, and the Demon Barbarians and the Companions are at a disadvantage. Unless we can penetrate half of the Great Feng in a short period of time and soldier up to the capital, once the battle at Shanhaiguan calms down, the Great Feng and the Buddhist Sect will have the time to draw their troops against us.”

Nalan Tianlu nodded, “Therefore, we have to settle a battle with the Great Feng and the Buddhist Sect at Shanhaiguan. It’s time to repay the debt that the Great Feng owed us back then.”

A sorcerer jiejie laughed, “Da Feng’s commander of the three armies is that eunuch named Wei Yuan, hey, no one in the Central Plains hoo?”

The wizards and generals laughed.

Wei Yuan at that time, although he had already repelled the demonic barbarians, that war was only an insignificant victory compared to the large-scale battles that swept through the major powers of the Nine States.

Leizhou Jianghu people listening to the meeting with their jaws dropped, “It’s really the Battle of Shanhaiguan.”

They showed a strange color, the Battle of Shanhaiguan took place twenty years ago, and to them, it was a war of great magnitude, but incomparably far away.

At this time, witnessing the Witch God Cult’s high-level deliberations with his own eyes, there was a sense of the absurdity of history coming to life, and at the same time, it was also shocking.

In addition, they learned part of the inside story of the Battle of Shanhaiguan.

This war, one of the largest and most tragic wars ever fought by mankind, was essentially a manifestation of the conflicts between the major powers of the Nine States reaching their peak.

The Southern Demon, which was destroyed in the Azi Demon Swing, attempted to restore its kingdom, the Compass Clan attempted to shake the Da Feng’s fortune, and the Witch God Cult demanded a debt from the Da Feng.

“This Nalan Tianlu said that my Da Feng owes a debt to the Witch God Sect, what debt?”

General Zhenfu Li Shaoyun frowned.

He asked at the same time what the others were wondering.

Dongfang Wanrong faintly said:

“When Emperor Gaozu of Dafeng started his business, he lost his army several times, and at one point, when he was at the end of his rope, he borrowed 200,000 troops from the Witch God Sect and promised to follow the Witch God Sect as the state religion after overthrowing the Great Zhou. Who knows that after the founding of the Great Feng, Emperor Gaozu went back on his word.”

This history is very secretive, and in Dafeng, even the readers may not all know about it.

“Bullshit!”

Li Shaoyun said indifferently.

“That’s right, the Witch God Cult is also worthy of being the state religion of my Dafeng?”

“The Great Bong has no need for a state religion; even if it were a human clan, it would be nothing more than a game for a dim-witted ruler.”

“He nah nah nah nah, this bitch is full of shit.”

The Leizhou people broke into a rage.

Yuan Yi pressed his hand, the prestige of the commander-in-chief calmed the jianghu people, he looked at the monks of the Three Flowers Temple and said:

“There’s no point in talking more, how do I get out of this dream?”

Monk Pureheart looked towards Dongfang Wanrong, she was the only Dream Witch present at the peak of the fourth grade, and only a witch could deal with a sorcerer.

Dongfang Wanrong pondered for a moment, still with the same words, “Wait a little longer.”

Shortly afterward, the crowd understood its meaning, and the picture changed again, and the scenes of the Battle of Shanhaiguan flashed before the crowd’s eyes as if they were going through the motions.

Southern Demon, Northern Demon Barbarians, Compulsion Race, Witch God Cult, Da Bong Army, Western Region Buddhist Kingdom …….. Multiple parties were mixing up the battle, and the crowd was witnessing the battle from Nalan Tianlu’s perspective.

Until Nalan Tianlu was surrounded and killed by Wei Yuan’s design, his corpse was separated, and the dream ended, entering a new round of reincarnation.

Through this dream, the word “powerlessness” was the one that touched all the people in the audience the most.

Nalan Tianlu’s powerlessness.

The experts of the Buddhist Sect were too perverse, and Wei Yuan’s ability to lead the army was too perverse.

After the opening of the war, a battle was lost one after another, bluntly cut flesh like being worn down by the war effort, local wars or victory, but still difficult to regain the decline.

Li Shaoyun laughed coldly, “What a thick skin, in the Battle of Shanhaiguan, it turns out that the Buddhist Sect was also just a fighter. Wasn’t the one who designed the siege of Nalan Tianlu my Great Feng’s Military God Wei Yuan?”

He was mocking Monk Heng Yin’s earlier remark of giving credit to the Buddhist Sect for killing Nalan Tianlu.

The monk of the Temple of the Three Flowers folded his hands and was speechless.

The Leizhou people looked disdainful.

At this point, the scene changes, not to the Battle of Shanhai Pass, but to an unfamiliar setting.

A strange dream.

The owner of the dream was a teenager carrying dual swords, and at this moment, his face was serious as he gazed at the middle-aged man in front of him, who was also carrying dual swords.

The middle-aged man said indifferently, “In this battle, I won’t keep my hands off, if you can hold out for more than a hundred moves, you’ll be out of the division. If you can’t hold out, you die.”

The teenager carrying the twin swords said indifferently, “Cut the crap, Master, do it.”

This battle was extremely tragic, and the teenager was suffering from thirty-six slashes, his breath was dying, and he nearly died.

………..

The image turned again, the owner of the dream was still the martial artist carrying the double swords, not a teenager has become a youth.

The enemy had also changed from the Master, to a shadowy and untamed old man.

The old man angrily rebuked, “Tang Yuanwu, just by you you dare to kill old me. Your master is old, so I might be a little bit scared, but a fifth grade Harmonization Power, is you worthy of killing me?”

Tang Yuanwu faintly said, “Old Monster of Snake Mountain, you have raped and pillaged without doing anything wrong, so I will behead you today.”

…………

The crowd looked at Tang Yuanwu, and someone said indistinctly:

“This is Sect Master Tang’s famous battle in which he beheaded the Snake Mountain Old Monster and entered the Fourth Grade in one battle.”

“Hmm, I remember, back then, the Snake Mountain Old Monster was committing crimes in Leizhou, committing several consecutive extermination cases, and was wanted by the court, it was only when Sect Master Tang stepped in that he was decapitated. It was a sensation in Leizhou at that time.”

“But why would Sect Master Tang’s past appear here?”

Seeing this, Dongfang Wanrong exhaled a breath, seemingly confirming a certain guess in her heart, and said in a deep voice:

“Because our genjutsu are caught up in the master …….. Nalan Tianlu’s dreamscape, and under the influence of the Dream Witch, everyone’s dreams are slowly intertwining.”

“That means we’re dreaming now?” Yuan Yi said in a deep voice.

Tang Yuanwu, on the other hand, revealed a dazed look, “The battle of the departure, the battle of beheading the Snake Mountain Old Monster, was indeed the most thrilling battle in my life. Even after many years, I often dream about it.”

“To be able to see the past of the Battle of Shanhaiguan, and to be able to see Sect Master Tang’s past story of beheading the Snake Mountain Old Monster, it’s not a wasted trip.”

“Yeah, this experience, no one would believe me if I told them.”

Next, the crowd experienced several dreams one after another, including the sandy battles of Zhenfu General Li Shaoyun and Du Commander Yuan Yi, and the hot-blooded fights of the Leizhou Jianghu people.

There are also magnificent scenes from the perspective of a Buddhist disciple witnessing the chanting of sutras** by high priests in the Western region.

Xu Qi’an mingled in the crowd, extraordinarily silent, but his gaze was always fixed on the Eastern Sisters and the Monk of the Three Flowers Monastery.

The Buddhist Sect and the Witch God Cult are prepared, and they surely know how to get rid of the dream, how to release Nalan Tianlu, and how to get the dragon qi ………… can t let them release Nalan Tianlu …… …As he was thinking, he suddenly heard a cry of alarm.

Looking sideways, he jolted himself.

Only to see the Buddha Mountain is peaceful, golden light in the clouds and mist, a young man wearing a night watchman’s errand clothes, in the big array of pain holding his head, face twisted.

The image was too familiar, so familiar that it made him blush.

Buddhist fights!

Eight Bitter Formations!

Crap, my dream world?