The faint black smoke seemed to be tangible, but it was not moved by the wind. It seemed to be alive and flowed into everyone's body. Dharma King Dajue is also one of the many monks standing here. He has been paying attention to Yi Yan for a long time. In the past, he only paid attention to Yi Yan because he could observe the fate of heaven and earth, but he did not take it to heart. Later, it was because Yi Yan accepted He killed his evil soldiers, so he remembered Yi Yan. In his opinion, since a person like Yi Yan has outstanding performance in observing the fate of heaven and earth, he will be weaker in other aspects, unless he reaches the state of being able to understand everything according to his heart. But now when he discovered that he couldn't stop the smoke, he was astonished. The smoke seemed ordinary, but it seemed to be on another level. He changed the protective spell again and recited the Great Ming King Mantra silently. When this Great Ming King Mantra is profound, it can condense the Dharma image of the King of Ming Dynasty during his movements. The smoke that was entering his body stopped instantly, but it still continued to enter his body for a while. After the smoke penetrated into his body, he felt the heat like insects and ants gnawing away. Although the heat like ants gnawing from the outside to the inside spread deep into his body, he found that it did not affect his spellcasting or weaken his mind. But it is an indisputable fact that he could not withstand Yi Yan's spell. "This is a spell I have recently learned, called the entanglement of the Golden Crow. When a person's body accumulates enough of this fine fire poison, the fire poison will burn in the liver, burning from the inside out. But there won't be any damage on the surface, but the person's will will be destroyed." As he spoke, Yi Yan casually summoned a pig that ran out because it was not closed properly. The pig seemed to have lost its mind. He rushed over, weaving his way through the crowd, and then suddenly screamed and fell down while running, and died under the altar in front of Yang Xiuqing. This pig was looted by the Taiping Army. Not every monk has a treasure like the lotus bowl in Yi Yan's hand. As long as the evil soldiers still have physical bodies and lives, they need to eat, including monks. However, what the monks eat is no longer ordinary food, but evil spirits, all kinds of evil spirits in the world. Yi Yan once thought about whether the physical body would one day turn into a substance like evil spirits and become It has an existence similar to light, wind, and water. All this is still unknown, because the way practitioners practice has changed. Although they are still working towards immortality, the process will definitely be different. As for the results, it is estimated that few monks have thought about it now. No monk questioned Yi Yan's spell, because the pig's death was further proof. A monk had already used his spiritual thoughts to detect the cause of the pig's death. The pig's internal organs had been instantly burned, along with its will. Destroyed together, just like the water in the container, it turned into mist and dispersed in an instant. Yang Xiuqing was furious. It seemed that Yi Yan was defending himself, but the way he acted made Yang Xiuqing feel that his majesty had been challenged. Instead of questioning Yi Yan's magic ability, he was angry at Yi Yan's behavior. . The man in charge of the food in the distance saw the pig inexplicably rushing into these big people and suddenly died in front of Yang Xiuqing, and sat down on the ground in fright. Yang Xiuqing stood silent on the altar, but a person next to him said angrily: "I can't even hold a pig drag it down." Immediately, two soldiers rushed over and dragged the woman in charge of logistics. Go down. The woman was probably too frightened, so when she was dragged up by two strong men, she didn't say a word. However, a little girl rushed out from a distance and said loudly: "Mom, let my mother go, mother." " She probably knew that her mother might be in trouble, so she rushed over and tried to peel off the hands of the two big men, but was knocked to the ground by one of the soldiers, and the little child fell to the ground. But he suddenly hugged the foot of one of the soldiers and shouted with a loudspeaker: "Mom, let my mother go" The soldier kicked him away with his feet. At this time, her mother seemed to have taken a breath from the fright, and started crying and yelling in the same way. "Niuniu, Niuniu No, don't kill me, I can't die, I can't die, I still have to take care of Niuniu Spare my life, spare my life, spare my life" She screamed heartbreakingly and incoherently, but What was shouted out was the deepest thing in her. She wants to bring up her daughter, so she cannot die. She wants to live. This is the most primitive protective heart and appeal of a living being for its own offspring. The disappearance of a life seemed so scary and mysterious to Yi Yan when he was not practicing. Later, it gradually became dull. However, now he felt that the sound was so disturbing that he seemed to see his own mother. A desperate struggle in the face of fate. Yi Yan's thoughts seemed to be boiling and boiling in water, but the top of his head was covered by muffled air. All the sounds in the world disappeared, except for the cry of the woman who was dragged to the ground and the little girl chasing behind. . Under a tree, the roots of the tree protruded. The woman was pushed down on the roots. A soldier next to her pulled out the knife from her waist and raised the knife high. "No" Yi Yan shouted. The knot around his neck looked ferocious because he shouted too hard. His voice rose, but as soon as he left Yi Yan, it quickly disappeared into nothingness, like It's like being swallowed up. Hong Xiuquan once said that no matter who he was, no one could use magic to fight privately in the military camp. Not many monks took it to heart before, but now they couldn't help but be secretly frightened. The woman in the distance was decapitated with a knife, and was not affected by Yi Yan's voice at all. The head rolled on the ground. The little girl ran over, but she didn't know whether to hug the twitching body or chase the rolling head. She stood there blankly, her crying gone, as if it was blocked in her chest. Yi Yan suddenly turned around and looked up at Yang Xiuqing. All he saw was a pair of extremely cold eyes. "Why." Yi Yan asked coldly, "It's just that you killed a person because you didn't guard a pig." "It wasn't me who killed her, but you." Yang Xiuqing said coldly. Yang Xiuqing really wanted to punish him and let other monks kill Yi Yan, but he knew that this was impossible. Although the monks were full of conflicts, they would never kill other monks for himself. This is a tacit understanding among the monks. They are afraid that once they have this beginning, they will fall into the same conspiracy and calculation. Because they come to practice, not to pursue power. Power is always accompanied by conspiracy. Obviously, the woman's death seemed nothing, but it was a powerful counterattack by Yang Xiuqing, because the pig came under Yi Yan's spell and died in front of Yang Xiuqing, and Yang Xiuqing killed the pig. The woman makes Yi Yan feel guilty. This kind of guilt cannot be eliminated for the rest of his life. It is the behavior of a bad person. Where there is a cause, there must be an effect. Who is the cause and who is the effect? ??Who can tell clearly. Yi Yan stood there angrily and looked at Yang Xiuqing. The eyes of all the monks flashed, and they didn't know what they were thinking. This is the conflict between Yi Yan and Yang Xiuqing, but it can also be said to be the conflict between the monks and the original God-worshiping religion. "Master Qisu, do you want to commit the following crime?" Standing next to Yang Xiuqing was a young man holding a sword. This young man was like an unsheathed sword, and his sharp edge was revealed when he said this. This man appeared next to Yang Xiuqing about a month ago. He said that he came from Tianshan. There are swordsmen in Shushan, and there are also swordsmen in Tianshan. Moreover, the swordsmanship in Tianshan is more weird and dangerous compared to that in Shushan. Yi Yan was silent in the end. He knew that if he continued like this, Yang Xiuqing would strip away his identity in the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, which was not the result he wanted. He retreated silently. In his heart, the murderous intention rose again. This murderous intention was accompanied by the kind of dull emotion that made him feel, which came from the death of the woman. When they finally dispersed, Yi Yan went to find the little girl and saw that she was working, washing the pig's internal organs. While washing the pig's internal organs, Yi Yan wiped her tears. Looking at her skinny appearance, Yi Yan was surprised. It reminds me of my sister. He did not bring this little girl to him because he was not safe at this time. The next day, Yi Yan received the order. His army of more than 500 people was the vanguard and attacked the city. This time the siege was still brutal. From the moment the sun came up, Yi Yan led his evil soldiers and began to attack the city. In the sunlight, the bodies of his evil soldiers were shrouded in fire. On their feet, There seemed to be flames burning in his hands, but after a day of fighting, the swords and guns in his hands turned into scrap metal. Yi Yan led the evil soldiers under the city. The will of the world emerged from the city wall, making the evil soldiers feel a strong sense of oppression when they got close. At the same time, the vortex mouth that appeared on the wall at all times made everyone who came close The evil soldiers have to be careful, as if they are not careful, they will be swallowed into the wall and become part of the city wall. In the past, Yi Yan had never thought that this city wall could actually repair itself, as if it had life, and they devoured other lives to repair their own wounds. Yi Yan did not try to be brave and flew to the top of the city. He was seeking death. Once he separated from the troops and flew to the top of the city, he would be attacked by a group of monks from the Manchu army. He still could not forget the time he defended the city in Yong'an. At that time, the man they jointly killedThat person. "Moreover, he knows better that without his evil soldiers around, and no one to help him resist the oppression of the will of the Qing Dynasty, his strength at the top of the city will be greatly reduced, and it will be difficult to escape. Yi Yan behaved like an ordinary evil soldier, climbing on a ladder, and was about to reach the top of the city. Suddenly, his eyesight dimmed, and a man appeared at the battlement. As soon as he appeared, he placed the top of the city on top. A pot of boiling black fat with black smoke poured down towards Yi Yan. In an instant, the basin of black oil was like black magma pouring down from the sky, and a whistling sound appeared in Yi Yan's ears, covering up the shouts of killing around him. The overwhelming power made Yi Yan realize once again that the methods used to deal with ordinary people were no longer ordinary. In a war with monks, any method that once seemed ordinary could threaten the monks. s life. The legal intention gushing down like a waterfall made Yi Yan very clear that he couldn't bear these evil soldiers. And the soldier at the top of the city had been staring at him for a long time.