People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 625 Dragon Qi
The eagle pecked at nothing with its spear-like beak and found that the enemy in front of it and its master had disappeared. It immediately let out a panicked scream.

Prajna said in a serious tone: "It's the magic weapon of transformation, Jeanna, shoot that thing down."

Jeanne didn't hesitate, she leaped up and flew high on her four flaming wings.

Prajna glanced at Hans and said, "I'll leave this to you. Let's try to defeat the enemy with a charge."

As he said this, he rode alone and rushed towards the flank of the Tatar cavalry.

In the world of blood sea.

"Flynn, we are going to fight side by side again."

In the bloody world, Cherinina, who came in with Fulin, looked solemnly at the great shaman floating in the air, who looked like a god.

"Um"

Fulin nodded gently. After a moment's hesitation, she said awkwardly, "I will contain him head-on. Be careful."

In the world of blood sea, her vitality has gotten rid of the weakness of being a spellcaster, and she is qualified to serve as a meat shield.

But she also knew that the shaman was extremely powerful. Even if he was cut off from the World Spirit, it would be difficult for her to cause decisive damage to him with her blood magic. Therefore, Cherinina would have to be the main attacker.

"Well, this time when we go back, I'll buy you a couple of drinks?"

"Tsk, why don't you go drink with that new bespectacled guy?"

Cherinina was stunned for a moment, and it took her a long time to realize that the bespectacled guy was referring to Miss Lavinia.

"Hey, don't lose focus during the battle!"

Cherinina shook her head and said, "Ninety percent of my energy is still focused on my opponent."

The vampire princess, who was covered in red crystals and whose blood magic was so strong that it solidified into a solid object, snorted softly. Wearing a small and exquisite blood crown, she said proudly, "Then your invitation is not very sincere."

"But I promised you."

As she spoke, in the sea of ​​blood, sharp blood spears began to condense in the blood.

The scene before my eyes changes.

Lothar's half-dragon golden eyes swept around, and there was endless darkness in all directions.

There was a vast ocean beneath his feet. The water seemed to be boiling and bubbles kept coming out. Losa flapped his wings in the air, but he still felt an extremely strong attraction coming from under his feet.

Looking closely, there were countless men and women floating in the sea, making miserable cries for help. However, there were countless strange and evil beasts lurking under the sea. Some of them could suck in hundreds of people with their mouths, while others were only the size of a palm. They would rush forward and chew people into bones.

But the number of people on the sea who were devoured in this way did not decrease at all.

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"The sea of ​​suffering is endless."

It was the foreign monk who cleared up his doubts for him.

The giant elephant under the foreign monk's crotch was still there, but the Eclipse under Losa's crotch had disappeared without a trace, obviously not brought in.

Losar asked back, "Is this the sea of ​​suffering? Monk, they say this sea of ​​suffering has no end, and turning back is the shore. Do you want me to become a monk with you?"

He chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha Buddha, I am Sangjie, the state teacher appointed by the Khan of the Great Yuan Dynasty. I have learned the strengths of many dragons, have a unique bloodline, and am a natural talent. If you convert to Buddhism, you will become the leader of the eight heavenly dragons."

"The Yuan court has one foot in the ground, and it's still thinking of recruiting people?"

Losa responded perfunctorily while carefully observing the surrounding scene.

This so-called sea of ​​suffering should be equivalent to a small world. Before he swallowed the ghost dragon, he would have absolutely no way of escaping by his own ability. But now his mental strength has become extremely strong. Looking at this so-called "sea of ​​suffering" again, he can vaguely see through the surface and see its white substance, which looks like a skeleton.

This is the bone bowl!

"No, no."

The foreign monk put his hands together with a compassionate expression. If it weren't for the dark image of "Mahakala", he would really look like a high-level monk.

"Donor, you are mistaken. I am not recruiting people for the Yuan court, but for the Buddhist sect and for the donor's own consideration. All living beings suffer, and the sea of ​​suffering is endless. It is time to turn back."

At this time, Losa had already seen the reality of this world. Although this world was controlled by the foreign monk, the degree of control was definitely not as profound as that of the vampire. It was probably because the bone bowl was not a magic weapon made by the foreign monk himself, but was passed to him later, so he could not fully control it.

As he spoke, the sea of ​​suffering surged.

Familiar or unfamiliar faces appeared in front of Losa one after another, including the Abelardos, Magyar cavalry, bandits, and desert robbers he killed when he first started out. A rough count showed that there were no less than tens of thousands of them.

Those pirates who were burned to death by his dragon fire, and the local tyrants and their families who were executed by Kurth's men.

Men and women wailed in pain, looking at him with hatred in their eyes.

With so many hostile looks, even Lothar instinctively felt a chill running down his spine.

"Again?"

Lothar raised his eyebrows. In his half-dragon state, his cold golden vertical pupils showed no fluctuation at all.

Before, the vampire had tried to use this method to find loopholes in his mind and attack him.

It's a pity that after devouring the ghost dragon, he has gained a new talent of "immortal soul", which has greatly increased his resistance to spiritual attacks. Coupled with the growth of his mental strength, the wailing and hatred of these dead souls cannot make Lothar feel the slightest bit uneasy.

If others would still doubt whether these evil ghosts were really the people he killed and came to take his life, the problem was that he knew very well that it was impossible.

Because the people he killed were not from yesterday's giant ship world at all. Even if the Sea of ​​Bitterness and Hell really existed, it was impossible for them to cross a world and be summoned by this monk.

The foreign monk was slightly startled, and an angry look appeared on his black face. Skulls flew down from the human bone necklace around his neck.

These evil ghosts struggling in the sea of ​​suffering are both fake and real. As long as the general of this foreign country believes them to be true, he will naturally take the fake as real and revive the ghosts to attack this person's soul. However, he never expected that the soul of this foreign prince was so tenacious that he did not believe it at all.

"Such an evil obstacle, the obsession is too deep!"

"Even if it's fake, I can make it real!"

The foreign monk became ruthless and dropped the human bone necklace into the sea of ​​suffering. The evil ghosts that were originally somewhat illusory became more solid as if they had taken a tonic, and exuded endless resentment. They broke free from the restraints of the sea of ​​suffering and flew towards Losa.

"Go away!"

The half-dragon in the sky roared, and the illusory shadow of a black dragon emerged behind it. Under the influence of the evil dragon that had swallowed the basilisk, it became noticeably slimmer at this moment. The rolling dragon power swept over, with a fierce and awe-inspiring power, and there was a grand momentum, like the sun in the sky, causing all the ghosts to howl in pain. For a moment, they dared only to hover aside, not daring to pounce on and devour Lothar's flesh and blood.

The black dragon of luck in Losa's body was taken from Jin Wushu. Although the Jin Dynasty was generally not regarded as the orthodox dynasty in the Central Plains, due to the weakness of the Song Dynasty, after the Song Dynasty surrendered to the Jin Dynasty, the Jin Dynasty occupied the vast territory in the north of the Central Plains and divided the north and the south with the Song Dynasty. Its legality was much stronger than that of the Yuan court, which had even lost the title of "emperor" and only dared to call itself the Khan.

This means that the black dragon of luck on Lothar, although pitifully weak compared to a country's orthodox dynasty, contains genuine "dragon energy" and has a strong restraining effect on many esoteric magic spells of this era.

"It's indeed dragon vein!"

Sanjie was secretly shocked.

In the early years, he had gone deep into the land of white mountains and black waters, where he found a dying dragon vein from the Jin Dynasty. However, he discovered that although the dragon vein had a sense of dying, it did not have a sense of decay. Faintly, he could actually sense a hint of the true meaning of Buddhism's withering, flourishing, and extinction.

At the moment, a dragon energy that is harmonious with the dragon energy of the White Mountains and Black Waters has been found, and seems to have the same origin. If we can get it, the opportunity for Buddhism to prosper will come.

The foreign monk's breathing became much more rapid.

"Donor, since you are stubborn and refuse to change, don't blame me for being ruthless."

The voice of the foreign monk in the form of a wrathful Vajra became increasingly louder, like rolling thunder.

A golden dragon raised its head and roared, then appeared from behind him. This golden dragon obtained from the remains of Song Lizong might not be able to really resist the dragon energy, but Sangjie believed that as long as he could offset some of its restraining effects on Buddhist magic, he would be able to subdue this person, turn him into a celestial dragon, and then use him to plan the dragon vein fortune of the Black Water and White Mountains.

The golden dragon roared and faced the black dragon behind Lothar from a distance. As if inspired by the golden dragon, the evil ghosts and resentful spirits gradually got rid of their fear, their eyes turned red, and they flew towards Lothar.

The tide of ghosts surged, but the monk's hands were not idle either. He roared the Buddhist name, raised the axe in his hand high, and a golden dragon circled behind him, giving Losa a feeling that he had no way to escape, as if he was being aimed at by a holy spear.

Mahakala is the god of fighting and war. Naturally, the foreign monks can invoke the form of this god with more than just some Buddhist magic.

"Evil beast, surrender to the law quickly!"

(End of this chapter)