Start as a Temple Spirit

Chapter 326: National Poetry

"Fight!" Shang Liangshan couldn't hide his excitement and shouted loudly.

This is the fighting spirit from his hometown. He originally wanted to give it a try, but he didn't expect that it would really succeed.

If there hadn't been someone there, he would have almost burst into tears.

"Fight!" Thousands of Qin soldiers in the misty starlight shouted in unison. A hundred of them formed a team, with great momentum, and they formed a formation and flew towards the army of ghost beasts.

"Fight!" The spiritual guards appeared and formed a formation to kill the ghost monsters that were approaching the village wall.

"Fight!" Liu Weizi remotely activated the golden general's command talisman, the golden gate opened, and one golden general after another rushed out.

"Roar" a roar was heard, and the entire army of ghost beasts rushed out to kill the spiritual guards, the Qin soldiers, and the Jin generals, and it was out of control.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh" dark purple flames shot out, looking for the ghost wolf beasts to transform, there were as many as three thousand of them.

From this moment on, the battlefield was completely boiling and completely crazy.

"Ga ga" Less than a dozen Eagle Guards, after killing the last ghost bird, rushed towards the Forgotten Temple. They were no longer able to fight, which showed how tragic this battle was.

When Heizi, who was traveling in the dark purple flame ball, heard the sound, he suddenly felt that the ghost bird that had failed to transform was no longer useful.

Although the Eagle Guards will not die in battle, their souls and bodies will inevitably be damaged, and it will take a long time to recover.

"Kill!" Shouts of killing were heard on the bloody mountain road south of Forgotten Village. It was Yihuo leading the Wolf Riders to return for support.

Thousands of wolf riders, like moving arrow towers, launched an attack from behind the tide of ghost beasts, frantically harvesting the lives of the ghost beasts.

"Roar!" A level 5 ghost beast led his subordinates to launch a counterattack, but was blasted into pieces by dense arrows attached with elemental force.

Its subordinates were blasted to pieces by the flaming arrows shot out from the mouths of the Eagle Guards who had returned with the team.

If you don’t reach level 6, who can compete with the Wolf Riders?

"Kill!" Seeing this, the soldiers and civilians of Forgotten Village shouted and killed.

"Ga Ga" When Heizi saw his younger brothers returning, he let out a strange howl and called his younger brothers to come over and fight again after eating.

In the mountains and forests a hundred miles away, Taoist Xuanzhen looked at the direction where the starlight was falling, like the Milky Way waterfall hanging into a river, and muttered to himself: "Poetry was born to protect the country, it is truly dazzling."

"After this battle, regardless of victory or defeat, I will lead my army to retreat two hundred miles." A hoarse and low voice sounded.

"You are probably afraid that Xuan Ling will get angry and attack you in anger."

"Whether it is true or not is not important. What is important is that this village has won the respect of this marquis."

"Respect." Taoist Xuanzhen nodded silently. Anyone who witnessed this battle would feel respect.

On the wall of Yujiazhai, Yu Ye looked at the Starlight Waterfall in the distance, then turned to ask Sun Weichen, "Master Sun, how is the battle going in Forgotten Township?"

"Senior brother only replied with one sentence, fighting to madness." Sun Weichen said with a leisurely look.

"Why didn't you mention Starlight Falls?"

"The birth of the national defense poem has gathered troops to fight against the Forgotten Town. The situation is so serious that the Confucianists and Taoists must be shocked." This is the answer Sun Weichen came up with.

"Very powerful?" Yu Ye asked in surprise.

"The two words 'Zhen Guo' (guarding the country) are enough to explain everything. If this poem is sung by a great scholar, it can turn into an army of thousands of horses and slaughter demons and monsters."

“Are there any restrictions?”

"Yes." Sun Weichen nodded and said, "The source of approval is the limitation."

"In other words, if you want to unleash the power of national poetry, you need to be recognized."

"And to be recognized by the national poetry, one must first be recognized by the person who wrote the national poetry, and then recognized by the Forgotten Township Academy, before one can display divine power."

Yu Ye murmured upon hearing this: "It seems that we have to send the studious seedlings to study in Forgotten Township."

Such exchanges were heard everywhere.

In the forest near Manshi Village, Manshan looked at Wang Weiyuan who stopped him, suppressed his anger and said: "Master Wang, don't stop me, I want to lead my men to help Forgotten Village."

"We can't go. Not to mention that there is a large army of ghost beasts blocking the way ahead, the journey alone will take two or three days. By then, the fierce battle between Forgotten Village and the army of ghost beasts will have been over long ago." Wang Weiyuan shook his head.

"We can go down the river in a canoe."

"This is even worse. Around the river, the demon beast army, the ghost soldiers, and the ghost beast army are all fighting each other."

"Ah" Manshan waved his hands fiercely. He knew that what Wang Weiyuan said was true, but he would not be at peace if he had to watch the Forgotten Village, which was the victim of his own village, being besieged by hundreds of thousands of ghost beasts without doing something.

Seeing this, Wang Weiyuan comforted him, "Brother Manshan, we must believe in the strength of the Forgotten Village. They will be able to defeat the ghost beast army."

"If it was an army of 100,000 ghost beasts, I believe Forgotten Township could have defeated them, but the army of ghost beasts besieging Forgotten Township is probably close to 200,000."

“Shouldn’t there be so many?”

"There must be at least a few hundred thousand."

"I'll send a message to ask Senior Brother Liu." Wang Weiyuan, feeling unsure, initiated the message.

Not long after, Liu Weizi replied, I can bear it.

Wang Weiyuan relayed the message, which made Manshan breathe a sigh of relief. It was good that he could hold on.

At this time in the Forgotten Town, corpses were scattered all over the ground, blood flowed like a river, and murderous aura was boiling. The sound of chanting echoed, covering everything, as if there were gods chanting.

The sky seemed to be infected by the singing, and the stars were no longer just hanging quietly in the night sky.

Instead, it was awakened by some mysterious force and shone with unprecedented light.

These starlights are no longer out of reach. They gather into bright beams of light, crossing the boundaries of time and space, reaching directly above the battlefield, and shining with the dark purple fireballs suspended in the air.

As the chanting echoed, the starlight seemed to be guided. They slowly descended and merged into the bodies of every soldier and civilian.

This force is warm and powerful. It not only heals the wounds of soldiers and civilians, but also enhances their combat effectiveness invisibly.

Under the shining starlight, the bodies of the soldiers and civilians became tougher.

There was an unyielding will in their eyes, as if they could see through all the weaknesses of the ghost beasts.

If we were to talk about the situation on the battlefield where the most obvious signs of divine assistance were present, it was none other than the Qin soldiers who formed a formation and charged into battle.

The starlight was shining brightly, slowly and continuously pouring into the Qin Shi's bodies, making their hazy bodies more solid. Their strength was steadily increasing, and they continued to charge into the ghost tide.

The wolf riders, also blessed by the power of the stars, use the starlight as their guide and the war song as their signal. They shuttle back and forth in the tide of ghost beasts like sharp swords. Every attack will take the lives of countless ghost beasts.

Their movements were coordinated, and there was no flaw in the transition between offense and defense. Every swing of the sword and every charge seemed so powerful and precise.

This is the charge after all the arrows have been shot.

The roar of the ghost beast gradually lost its former deterrent power under the dual suppression of starlight and war songs.

Under the attack of the warriors, they began to show signs of lack of strength, and the originally surging offensive also slowed down.

But no one on the battlefield noticed this, because all they had in mind was killing, killing, killing!