The scorching sun is like fire, baking the earth.

The semi-sandering hilly landforms are rolling and undulating. Looking around, they are covered in yellow and there is no green at all.

There is no one in all fields.

Until noon, the crisp ringtone echoed. A caravan walked from far to near under the scorching sun.

The caravan was not large in size, with only a dozen mutant camels carrying heavy goods. On the hunchback of the leader, there were nine West Asian men, with dark skin, as if they had been on a long journey and were covered in dust.

It was this caravan, walking among the hills and mountains, heading west all the way.

At sunset, the caravan has passed through this hilly area. Wherever it passes, the semi-sanded ground begins to appear mottled green, all of which are unique to the West Asian continent and can be suitable for the growth of arid environments.

The breeze hits, with a faint damp and fishy smell. It gives people a feeling, as if they are coming to the beach.

The sound of shaking wings came.

A hummingbird, the size of a fist, swept from mid-air and landed on the shoulders of a West Asian man who was in his forties in his forties.

The hummingbird chirped. The man listened for a moment and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Sixty miles ahead is Ankara's collar!"

The man turned his head and looked at his companion, saying in a deep voice: "Everyone prepare and change your clothes immediately!"

Before he finished speaking, everyone in the caravan moved. They took off their robes and put on medieval European clothing. At the same time, a faint light flashed. The physical appearance of these West Asian men began to change.

In just a dozen seconds.

Nine West Asian men turned into nine European men with high noses and blue eyes, both old and young, and ages vary.

"Boss, this dress is a bit glossy, it's a bit in line with our identity!" a companion said with a smile.

"This is easy to deal with!"

The person called "Taoer" has changed from a West Asian man in his forties to a young European man with silver hair. But from beginning to end, the conversations between him and his companions were all in Chinese.

At his greeting, everyone rolled on the spot, and the brand new clothes were immediately covered with dust.

"The westernmost territory of the Rutland Empire is ahead, and it is also our only portal for infiltrating into the West!"

The 'head' turned over and climbed onto the camel's back, pointing in front of his finger. He said in a very solemn tone: "From now on, everyone must be highly vigilant and not show any mistakes!"

"Yes!" the companion responded in unison.

Afterwards, this strange caravan began to set off and rushed to the target area under the twilight, leading Ankara.

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Xueling Mountain. The peaks are covered with ice and snow in all seasons. The four walls of the mountain are symmetrical, in the shape of a round crown pyramid. White clouds are often lingering over the peaks. The snow-covered peaks can bloom strange light under the sunlight, stunning and mysterious.

This is a mountain of gods passed down from Tantric Buddhism. It is a holy place in the minds of the Tibetan people. It is also a place of pilgrimage to many sects such as Brahmins.

Whoever gets Xueling Mountain can achieve the only doctrine.

Because of this, this mountain has become a must-fight place for the White and Black-Cultural Black-Cultural Warfare, and conflicts have occurred frequently. At the beginning, the two sides can still maintain harmony. The White and Cultural Warfare is stationed at the foot of the Shenshan Mountain. The Hei and Cult are stationed at the Guihu La Angcuo on the other side. They guard Xueling Mountain together.

However, in the Hei Cult, the Brahmins attracted Indian storm and raided the White Cult. Later, they gathered heavy troops to kill the White Cult garrison garrison garrison garrison shore of the Holy Lake and occupied the entire sacred mountain.

The holy land was occupied and was raided, and the church members were killed and injured. The White Sect was reluctant to give up, and they joined forces with the Jiuli army to start attacking Xueling Mountain.

The two sides gathered heavy troops to confront the grasslands on the northern foot of the sacred mountain. After several days of fierce fighting, it was difficult to distinguish.

The sound of killing shook the sky. This sacred mountain lost its tranquility and completely became a battlefield of Shura. Blood flowed into a river, corpses were everywhere, and the tragic situation was unbearable to witness it.

Early this morning, I looked down from a high altitude and saw the snow on the sacred mountain. White clouds lingered in the same way as before, exuding an indescribable mysterious aura.

The northern foothills. The endless grasslands are entangled like a flood, strangling ruthlessly.

The White Sect Jiuli is the main attacker. The Black Sect Brahmins defend. Both sides use mutant beasts as the vanguard, the Snow Mountain Lion Mastiff Legion raised by the Tibetan Tantric Sect, and the Jiuli poison army. In addition to the Brahmin mammoth soldiers, they become the main force on the battlefield.

The other Jiuli fleet launched a long-range attack. Logically, with the power of the Black-Church family, it was definitely not an opponent of Jiuli in the White Cult. However, the reinforcements they invited, or foreign enemies who were seduced into Tibet, had a strong Brahmin heritage. Hundreds of thousands of church members and the black-clad Lama, built a barrier of truth, firmly guarded the camp in the air, and were not attacked by warship firepower.

There are nearly 100,000 mammoth soldiers on the ground, with a huge lineup and an indestructible line of defense.

Therefore, no matter how fierce the two armies of Bai Cult Jiuli attacked violently, they could never break through the enemy's defense line, but instead suffered heavy casualties.

Thirty kilometers away.

On a hillside, the high-rise buildings of the White Sect Jiuli gathered. The nine-level lion mastiff, considered a sacred beast in the snow mountain, carried a lotus throne, and there was a little boy wearing a gold-edged robe sitting upright on it.

Around the Bai Cult Eight Kings stand in a ring and guard them with close silence.

Next to the lion mastiff, there is a blood-colored gecko with a huge body. It is also carrying a chariot, and there is a woman in white who is pure and elegant, and it is Lan Yue, the lord of Jiuli.

Looking at the battle situation between the two armies in the distance, Lan Yue frowned slightly. She obviously did not expect that the foreign enemy Brahmins attracted by the Hei Cult had such a strong foundation.

"Sir, why don't you... let the old slave take the sword girl and try it out!" A boy wearing various golden rings in front of Lan Yue said respectfully. His name is Ling Nuer, and his former servant of Jiuli Jun is also the most powerful Gu master in Jiuli besides Lan Yue.

As for the "Dao Ji" mentioned by Ling Nuer, a charming woman in white clothes, she looked cold and had nothing else in her eyes except violent murderous intent, as if she was not a human.

"Although Dao Ji is strong, she can't stop the impact of tens of thousands of mammoths."

Lan Yue spoke. Dao Ji was given to him by his man, a Sacred Domain-level Blade Queen. Her true combat power is even stronger than her Jiuli Jun.

So far, only one of her own men has been raised and given to her as a personal guard.

At the beginning of the Battle of Shenshan, Lan Yue had sent the Queen of Blades, hoping to break through the Brahmin camp. Unexpectedly, the Brahmin mammoth soldiers were very powerful, and there was also a Holy Land Emperor. In addition, the Brahmins were proficient in the secret techniques of the Mantra and could easily understand the method of the Queen of Blades hiding their bodies.

Therefore, the Blade Queen entered alone without any miraculous results.

Even if Lingnuer is added at this moment, it will be difficult to achieve anything.

"Sister Lan Yue, why don't you let Kampot and the others go together!" The little boy sitting on the lotus throne of the lion mastiff not far away spoke. His voice was tender, but his tone seemed very mature.

This little boy is the spiritual boy of the White Sect. His name is Sangji, and his Tibetan meaning is Buddha. In Tantric Buddhism, a powerful person is called a living Buddha, and he has cultivated the state of great perfection of rainbow body, sat in Nirvana, immortal soul, and reincarnation.

The two major sects of Tantric Buddhism, both Black and White, have spiritual children. The black-cultural spirit child Jiayang has the power of reincarnation for six generations. Now he has become an adult, and is honored as the living Buddha of Jiayang, and is also the culprit of colluding with foreign enemies. The white cultural spirit child Sangji has been reincarnated for a while. He has extraordinary talents and has the power of reincarnation for ten generations. The Buddha's power is profound and far above Jiayang.

Because of this, he regarded him as the spiritual leader of the White Cult and even the entire Tibetan domain. However, he was a thorn in the eyes of the Black Cult and a thorn in the flesh, and he wanted to get rid of it quickly.

A few days ago, if Lan Yue hadn't taken action, this White Sect Spiritual Child who had not yet awakened his magical powers in his previous life would have fallen.

Therefore, the Bai Cult is extremely grateful to Jiuli. In response to the call of Lan Yue, he decided to join Longcheng and jointly attack the rebellious black-cultural disciples of Tantric Buddhism.

"Brother Sanji, don't worry, let's wait!"

Lan Yue replied with a smile: "At most half an hour, our reinforcements will arrive. By then..." At this point, she looked at the battlefield in the distance, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "No matter how powerful the Brahmin elephant soldiers are, they will not escape the end of destruction."

Seeing Lan Yue so confident, Sang Ji was curious. The same was true for the Eight Kings of the White Sect under his command.

The battle is still ongoing.

The camps of both sides were huge, and you attacked and defended, and they were always in a stalemate. Until at some point, the sound of horns and drums sounded, and the soldiers of the Bai Cult Jiuli began to retreat like a tide.

"Haha, these guys can't stand it and they're going to retreat!" Inside the Hei-Cult camp, a young man wearing a black lama robe laughed wildly. This person is the Living Buddha of Jiayang, the unique leader of the Hei-Cult. He is a powerful Tantric scholar with a peak strength of level nine.

He stood on the shoulders of a human-shaped monster. The monster was covered with yellow hair and was more than ten meters tall. From a distance, it looked very similar to the legendary snowman in the Tibetan area.

Next to him, an Indian monk sat upright on the back of a giant white elephant. He had dark skin, long hands and feet, and a smug smile on his face, and said loudly: "My Brahmin's mammoth soldiers are invincible in the world, and mere pagans are not afraid of!"

This guy led millions of Brahmins to invade Tibet and join forces with the Brahmin strongman, Baoxiang Venerable, who was in trouble with the Black Cult. He is very powerful and has also reached the peak of level nine. In addition, the mammoth war elephant under him is the only Brahmins' holy land mammoth emperor.

"The enemy retreats and I advance!"

The Living Buddha of Jiayang looked at his close allies and said with a smile: "Now is the time for our counterattack. Please help Brother Baoxiang!"

"It's easy to say!"

Venerable Baoxiang smiled and said, "But don't forget, the agreement between us!"

"Half of the sacred mountain and holy lake, I will never regret it!" Jiayang Living Buddha patted his chest and promised that this was the price he had to pay for inviting Brahmin reinforcements.

Xueling Mountain is also a Brahmin holy land. India's Asan has always coveted it, and has no excuses, and is afraid of the internal forces of China. Now, he is invited by the Hei Cult, and he has agreed to send troops to help. His purpose is to occupy the holy land of the sacred mountain.

"readily!"

Venerable Baoxiang was very satisfied. Afterwards, he took out a horn made of polished by a cow horn and wanted to blew it.

Hey!

At this moment, he discovered something and stopped his hands. Under his slightly blue eyes, the enemy army retreated like a tide. However, there was a team of cavalry, more than a hundred people, rushing towards him in a fierce manner.

"act recklessly!"

The Living Buddha of Jiayang also noticed something and ordered to a subordinate beside him: "Zhimu, send a lion mastiff to destroy these guys!"

"Yes." This subordinate respectfully accepted the order. He was a middle-aged Han man wearing a black-cultural lama robe. At this moment, he waved his five-colored flags in his hand, and his dazzling light immediately rose into the air.

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Chapter completed!