Chapter 448 The time has come
The sudden change shocked everyone.
"Who told you to shoot the arrow?"
A sergeant felt his mind go blank, staring blankly at his men who drew their bows again with a fanatical look on their faces.
"Eliminate the treacherous for the Holy Church!"
The archer put his arrow on the bow and shouted. The sergeant flew over without hesitation and pinned him to the ground. However, there were a few more sporadic sounds of breaking through the air.
The Red Lotus Order can only mobilize die-hard believers, and as the Red Lotus Cult's ace troops, there will always be some people who are more loyal to the Red Lotus than to the Order.
The young monk sat down on the ground dejectedly, his life force rapidly fading away. Several high-level monks beside him hurriedly pulled him back, while some impulsive monks roared and slammed into the formation.
Under normal circumstances, they would be burned to ashes by the red lotus fire.
Then they were surprised to find that they, who were supposed to turn into torches, actually rushed to the city wall unharmed.
The faint fiery red light curtain seemed like a phantom and had no effect at all.
The master of the formation allowed them to enter the city.
The chaos got out of control.
Old Jiang's hand slowly reached out for the silver-white mask. In this red lotus, not even his mother-in-law could stop him from doing anything.
The only one who could stop him was the man who was still sitting here, but the other party did not move.
With his hand clasped around the mask, Mr. Jiang felt an inexplicable panic.
He didn't even know what kind of face he expected to see under the mask.
But he had a feeling that as long as he took off the mask, everything would be revealed.
Apart from Honglian, grandma seemed to be even more nervous than him. She was so nervous that even with her inner vision cultivation, the hand holding the dragon-headed cane was shaking visibly.
The mask was lifted.
Old Jiang’s eyes widened to the widest they had ever been.
"It's you!"
Zhao Yushu looked at the red lotus exploding in the sky, and then heard the chaos in the four cities.
"Master Zhu, what are you still doing here!"
Zhao Yushu shouted angrily. Now only Zhu Xian could save the situation a little, but the hope was very slim.
The leader has not missed a single step so far. He is pushing the general trend forward, using Zhao Yushu to gather enough cultivators to Yuezhou, and then implementing his plan. The moment Zhao Yushu left Dongdu, the general trend was inevitable.
Everything in Yuezhou was done just to make Zhao Yushu stay until now.
Therefore, no matter how strong Zhu Xian's administrative ability was, he could not save the situation.
"Where should I go!"
Four cities were in trouble, but there was only one Zhu Xian.
"Dongcheng, stop Yan Hui, don't let him come over!"
Zhu Xian turned around and left. The man in red mask didn't try to stop him, so he didn't need to stop him.
"Zhao Yushu, to be honest, you are more troublesome than I thought."
Red Mask spoke up.
"But nothing you do will help."
Zhao Yushu sneered, "Really? If I kill you here, I don't know if it will be of any use."
Red Mask smiled.
"Zhao Yushu, you have made rapid progress in your cultivation and are quite smart, but if this is the basis for your arrogance, then I can only say that you underestimate the heroes of the world. Do you know what the Red Lotus Formation does?"
The aura of the red mask slowly rose, climbing from the seventh heaven to the eighth heaven.
Zhao Yushu sneered: "A turtle shell makes things easier for you."
"Zhao Yushu, you are just a smart guy after all. Let me tell you that the power of fire is not just burning, but also catalysis."
Zhao Yushu sensed something was wrong.
Several radical monks rushed into the city.
Monks were not supposed to kill, but when the first monk fell, the blood spurting out of his body seemed to be evaporated by the light red red lotus formation, turning into a ball of blood mist that was unconsciously inhaled into the bodies of the people around him.
So, his fists, which were originally intended to subdue the archers, unconsciously became heavier.
Even if it was just a bit heavier, a mortal's head would not be able to withstand the iron fist of the monk whose power could not be controlled.
With a bang, a bow guard's head was smashed by a burly monk's punch, and red and white blood splattered all over the monk's face.
Zhao Yushu's figure turned into two afterimages, and the four magic weapons kept cutting around the red mask.
At this point, he no longer cared about hiding his strength.
The last time he designed a trap to capture Red Mask, Zhao Yushu was confident that he could force out Red Mask's trump card within three breaths if he used all his strength.
Facts have proved that what Red Mask said was right. He underestimated the heroes of the world.
The red mask's aura continued to grow, and judging by the strength of its spiritual power, it had probably reached the ninth heaven.
How did he hide his cultivation level? Or was his cultivation level only at the seventh or eighth level?
How many drugs did he take?
Or in other words, how many monks did he kill?
And this person's body movement and swordsmanship have become much faster as his cultivation level has improved. Even if it is not easy, he can easily block the joint attack of Zhao Yushu and Kunwu.
This man's strength was far superior to Jin Chongyun's. Under the opponent's extremely fast and fierce swordsmanship, Zhao Yushu couldn't even pose a threat.
The opponent knew the Red Lotus move, which fundamentally defeated Zhao Yushu, the close-range assassin.
There is no chance of winning this game.
But why didn't he attack?
The Red Mask was always on the defensive and never attacked once. Facing at least two magical weapons that could kill with one blow, his calm demeanor alone was frightening. However, Zhao Yushu knew that he was not just showing off, he was waiting for something.
At the same time, this calmness also reminded Zhao Yushu of someone.
Zhu Xian dragged his almost broken arm and ran to the East City Gate. Looking at the chaotic city gate tower, he gritted his teeth and took out the seal. With the blessing of the sixth-level spiritual power, his loud shout resounded throughout the East City.
"Zhu Xian, the garrison commander of Yuezhou, is here. The Hengjiang Archers, listen to my orders and immediately retreat behind me. Do not fight any more!"
The Sixth Heaven was by no means an ordinary place. This shout made the eardrums of most people hurt, and also temporarily suppressed the rising madness.
Teams of archers quickly ran down the city gate, leaving only a few diehards still fighting with the monks on top.
"Bow guards, listen up! Aim at the rebels on the city wall. Control!"
Zhu Xian looked at the hundreds of archers running down, almost all of them covered in blood, and gave orders without hesitation.
Due to the long-term elite training, even though the archer hesitated, he did not stop moving his hands. For a moment, the sound of a fully drawn bowstring echoed throughout East City.
"I will give you three breaths to leave the city gate immediately! One!"
On top of the city gate, several monks with higher cultivation levels were the first to calm down. They pulled their companions and jumped off the city wall, leaving only a few monks who were still fighting with bloodshot eyes.
"put!"
Zhu Xian was too lazy to count to three. When the archers heard the sound, they instinctively released the bowstrings, and a rain of arrows whizzed towards the city wall. Under such a dense rain of arrows, no one on the city would be spared.
"Amitabha."
A Buddhist chant was heard, and hundreds of sharp arrows stopped in mid-air, as if time had been frozen in that area of air.
Zhu Xian's face was gloomy. Zhao Yushu asked him to stop Yan Hui, but he was still a step too slow.
Yan Hui slowly approached the city gate, looking at the fiery red formation that seemed to have no effect, thoughtfully.
"Isn't the time coming yet?"