The army is defeated and annihilated, and the reward is threefold.

Chapter 141 The army is defeated and annihilated, and the reward is Samadhi.

"Cough, cough!"

A moment later, something suddenly moved in the charred, still slightly arc-like pit.

Amidst a series of dry coughs, a creature entirely black, barely recognizable as human, rose from the ground. Leaning on a tattered, gilded spear, it struggled to support its battered body. The general, whose only remaining eye was on its forehead, glared mockingly at the horizon, and mumbled through its toothless mouth, "You won, but it was dishonorable! I am not convinced, I am not convinced..."

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The enraged, charred, four-armed brown bear roared to the sky. The already wounded dragon-tiger roared back in response to its thoughts, then transformed into a black wind that extinguished the remaining flames, carving a bloody path through the surrounded army.

Afterwards, Longhu glanced longingly at the charred corpse at the bottom of the pit, which then dissipated into wisps of blood and returned to the remaining pig soldiers.

"Admiral!"

"Admiral!"

Seeing the general kneeling on one knee, leaning on his long spear, his life gradually fading like a flickering candle until it was extinguished, some of the pig soldiers, who had already lost more than half of their lives in the flames and the battle formation, couldn't help but cry out in grief.

It's just a rebellion, isn't it?

Since the Jin dynasty took control of the Central Plains, countless rebels have emerged in the past two hundred years, and they have all been suppressed. But why this time...?

As the saying goes, soldiers are the courage of their generals, and generals are the soul of their soldiers. The vast majority of those who have persevered until now are the private soldiers of this brown bear admiral. For them, the admiral is their backbone and source of reassurance. As long as he is there, they are confident that they can fight their way out of even the most desperate situations.

That's how it should be normally, since if the military formation technique isn't canceled, the pig soldiers, who are considered as a whole, will take on the vast majority of the damage for it.

But who could have imagined that, for the sake of the lives of these lackeys, the admiral would actually cancel the secret technique?

I'll sacrifice myself so they can live!

Normal people would shed a few tears to express their respect in this situation, let alone the Later Jin, a society with a strict hierarchy where lower-ranking officials referred to themselves as slaves in front of their superiors.

It's not to say that it was unheard of for a high-ranking official to die for his personal guards, but even if it was, its authenticity remains to be investigated.

Some wiped away their tears and turned to flee desperately along the path forged by the dragon and tiger totem. But many more ran to their admiral with weapons, wanting to touch him, but fearing to damage his body, they could only kneel down and kowtow a few times before picking up their weapons and glaring angrily at the figure on the distant horizon.

Perhaps it was their unwavering loyalty that moved the heavens.

At that moment, a fine, golden drizzle drifted in from afar, gradually drawing closer.

This scene further fueled the soldiers' sense of shared hatred, and they charged towards the ground beneath Zhang Wei's feet with loud cries, completely disregarding whether they could reach Zhang Wei, who was flying hundreds of meters in the air.

But after running through the rain for a while, a chilling feeling suddenly washed over all the pig soldiers.

What I was seeing wasn't rain at all; it was clearly golden cysts.

However, because they are so small and numerous, and because they fall from the sky, they look like rain from a distance. But when you get closer, you can see their legs swaying as they swoop down.

Even though they no longer possessed human forms, they were terrified and broke out in a cold sweat.

Some of them even had fathers or grandfathers who had participated in the war between the Later Jin and Annam, and seeing these insects reminded them of certain childhood fears.

At that moment, loyalty and gratitude were left behind; only four words echoed in my mind: Run, you idiot!

Let's not even talk about how two legs can outrun something falling from the sky.

Those pig soldiers who stayed behind to chant the mantra despite their nausea and fear soon discovered that these cysts, having no physical form, could not be hit by weapons. Instead, they were repelled and burned by the Buddhist mantra.

However, compared to the swarm of thousands of insects, the chanting of a single pig soldier is like a canoe on a vast ocean. Although it can float on the surface, it is difficult to withstand the wind and waves for long. Once the mind is dominated by fear, and the frequency of chanting is slightly off, these cysts will immediately pounce on it and burrow into its heart, frantically gnawing at its brain.

The cries of their comrades spurred the fleeing pig soldiers to run even more frantically, leaving the insect swarm far behind.

But in the next instant, a bright arc of blood flashed across the distant sky.

The moment the slash, which radiated for thousands of meters, swept past, the faces of these pig soldiers froze. Their fat legs collapsed after running a few steps, and their severed upper bodies struggled to climb a few more steps before helplessly letting their lives slip away.

The Blood Fiend Slash, its power undiminished, continued forward, slicing away a patch of scorched earth before diving into the bottom of the pit and slashing directly at the kneeling, charred corpse.

"Snap!"

The wind blows, and the corpse shatters.

His strong and imposing body was thus smoothly severed in two.

really dead?

Of course it is fake!

The moment Zhang Wei threw out hundreds more talismans to ward off evil spirits and envelop the scattered corpses, the charred bodies, which had already been torn in two, suddenly began to struggle.

However, there's a limit to playing dead.

Why not fight earlier or later, but only start struggling after being put in shackles... Perhaps even Admiral Xiong didn't expect Zhang Wei to be so cautious, even whipping a corpse.

But it was too late!

As soon as the talisman began to burn, a black rag descended from the sky, expanding several times in size before enveloping the corpse of Admiral Xiong. Then, accompanied by a beam of light, the charred corpse, still struggling within the cloak, was contained within the altar of soldiers and horses.

As the cloak was removed and the jar was tightly closed, Zhang Wei began the initial forging of the army, directly following the memories transmitted along with the magical artifact.

There's no need to open the altar yet.

After all, Zhang Wei had no intention of taking in the Later Jin troops; he simply wanted to annihilate Commander Xiong.

A moment later, the terracotta warrior altar, which had been gently shaking in his hand, suddenly came to a standstill.

Thus, the Northern River Admiral and his seven thousand pig soldiers, who had rushed to the scene to make their judgment, all came to an end!

Zhang Wei, having put away the military altar, looked at the scrolling subtitles in front of him:

[The Master's Gaze: Slaying a thousand soldiers, killing the bear monster, banishing Mahakala... Reward: Supreme Divine Flame]

I possess three true fires: the heart fire, also known as the divine fire, is called the Supreme Fire...

As is well known, in the tradition of the Chinese people, the fewer the characters, the greater the significance.

Zhang Wei, who had studied diligently on the mountain for a year, recognized the origin of this technique almost the instant it was introduced.

The *Zhi Xuan Pian* states: "I possess three true fires: the heart, also known as the sovereign fire or divine fire, is called Shangmei (上昧), pronounced with a low falling tone; the kidneys, also known as the minister fire or essence fire, are called Zhongmei (中昧); the bladder, located below the navel at the sea of ​​qi, is the people's fire, called Xiamei (下昧). They gather to form fire, disperse to form qi, rising and falling in a cyclical manner, thus following the way of the Zhou Tian (周天)."

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