xymnovel Chapter 684 Rescue, Let's Do It!
Chapter 684 Rescue, Let's Do It!
"However, Father, although this great shaman is very powerful, we cannot let our guard down."
Huang Taiji changed the subject, his expression becoming serious.
"Hmm... Huang Taiji, what are your plans?"
Nurhaci nodded, his gaze toward Huang Taiji carrying a hint of admiration.
"We can first use the power of shamanism to infiltrate the Xianbei alliance, create chaos, and weaken their strength."
"At the same time, let the three Celestial-level shamans and priests take the opportunity to rescue Wanyan Jindanzi and Wanyan Yindanzi."
Huang Taiji pondered for a moment, then slowly spoke.
"And that great shaman senior with the peak of the Celestial Realm can hide in the shadows, ready to deal with the Celestial Realm cultivators of the Tantric sect at any time."
"As for the plan to behead Yuwen Yong, we can put it aside for the time being. After all, Yuwen Yong is heavily guarded, and taking rash action will only alert him."
"Once we've created enough chaos and weakened the Xianbei alliance, we'll find a suitable opportunity to kill Yuwen Yong in one fell swoop!"
Huang Taiji's plan was clear, logical, and well-organized, which impressed everyone present.
"Alright! Let's proceed according to Huang Taiji's plan!"
Nurhaci slammed his fist on the table and stood up, shouting...
Meanwhile, in the camp of the Xianbei alliance, Murong Jun and Yuwen Yong were also making intensive preparations for war.
"Dragon City, is there any news from the Jurchen Alliance?"
Murong Jun looked at Murong Longcheng and asked, his eyes filled with anticipation.
"Great Khan, the Jurchen alliance is currently making intensive preparations for war."
"However, they also seem to be secretly plotting something, and many shamans of the Jurchen Shamanism have begun to settle in various tribes of the Jurchen Alliance."
After pondering for a moment, Murong Longcheng spoke.
"Oh? What are they plotting in the shadows?"
Upon hearing this, Murong Jun frowned, his gaze towards Murong Longcheng carrying a hint of inquiry.
Murong Longcheng, as his intelligence expert, had an intelligence network that covered all parts of the grasslands, and he was always aware of the dynamics of the Jurchen Alliance.
"Great Khan, according to our intelligence, the Jurchen alliance seems to be using the power of shamanism to infiltrate our Xianbei alliance and create chaos."
Murong Longcheng thought for a moment and said in a deep voice.
"Hmph! Those despicable villains of the Jurchen Alliance!"
"However, Longcheng, don't worry, our Xianbei alliance isn't to be trifled with either!"
Murong Jun snorted coldly upon hearing this, his gaze towards the Xianbei alliance members filled with anger and disdain.
"Pass down the order to all tribes to strengthen their defenses and prevent spies from the Jurchen Alliance from infiltrating!"
"Yes, Great Khan!"
The members of the Xianbei alliance bowed and said that this war was equally important to their Xianbei alliance.
The Jurchen people could fail, but they could rise again after assimilating those smaller tribes.
But the Xianbei people cannot afford to lose now!
If they lose, given the methods of the Jurchen Wanyan clan and the Jurchen Manchus, it's hard to say whether the Xianbei people will even exist on the grasslands in the future.
Therefore, the Xianbei people absolutely cannot lose this battle!
...
The night was as deep as ink, with the stars hidden behind the thick veil. The Yuwen clan's Xianbei camp was shrouded in silence, broken only by the occasional footsteps of patrolling soldiers.
At this moment, a green figure silently moved between the tents; it was none other than Priest Buku, the "Guardian of the Mountain God".
He was dressed in a blue robe, blending into the night. The mountain and river patterns embroidered on his hat seemed to flow slowly in the night, and the copper bell at his waist swayed gently with his steps, emitting a series of distant and mysterious sounds.
Priest Bukku's inner strength surged like a mountain stream, and the bronze mirror in his hand shimmered with a faint light.
This internal force not only enveloped his entire body, but more remarkably, it seemed to connect Priest Buku closely with the surrounding earth's energy, making him feel as if he had become a part of this land. So much so that even a Celestial-level cultivator as perceptive as Yuwen Shang failed to detect his approach.
He arrived at the camp where Wanyan Jindanzi and Wanyan Yindanzi were being held with ease. Although he had some doubts about why things were going so smoothly, he was too eager to save them to think about it.
Priest Buk's objective this time was clear: to target the camp where Wanyan Jindanzi and Wanyan Yindanzi were imprisoned.
These two generals from the Jurchen Wanyan clan are crucial to the upcoming great battle, and their return will greatly boost the morale of the Jurchen alliance.
Priest Bukku gently lifted the tent flap, revealing the two Wanyan brothers imprisoned inside, their expressions listless.
His heart tightened, and then his inner strength surged. The bronze mirror flashed with a faint light, and an invisible force instantly broke the chains, freeing the Wanyan brothers.
"Walk!"
Priest Bukku gave a low shout, and the three quickly retreated. However, just as they were about to leave the tent, three Buddhist chants outside the tent, as loud as morning bells and evening drums, broke the silence of the night.
"Amitabha! These three old monks have been waiting for a long time for this shamanistic sorcerer!"
"Amitabha! These three old monks have been waiting for a long time for this shamanistic sorcerer!"
With this chant of the Buddha's name, three masters of Tantric Buddhism—the "Wrathful Vajra" King, the "Pure Bodhi" Arhat, and the "Prajna Samsara" Venerable—slowly entered the tent, like three insurmountable mountains, firmly blocking their path.
Priest Bukku felt a chill run down his spine; he knew he had ultimately underestimated the Yuwen clan's vigilance and preparation.
However, having anticipated the discovery, he quickly adjusted his mindset. The shamanic bronze mirror in his hand flashed slightly, and a strange power surged out from the mirror, instantly distorting the surrounding air, as if to open up a passage to the outside world.
At the same time, he let out a low shout, his figure suddenly leaping up, carrying Wanyan Jindanzi and Wanyan Yindanzi, rushing out of the camp like a mountain wind.
"In that case, let's fight!"
Before he finished speaking, the bronze mirror in his hand suddenly lit up, and a powerful surge of internal energy poured out from it, transforming into a beam of azure light that shot straight into the sky.
At the same time, outside the Yuwen clan's camp, a beam of fire shot into the night sky, and a scorching heat descended from the heavens, like a harbinger of a volcanic eruption, turning the entire night sky a fiery red.
The Hezhe shaman, known as "Fire God Blazing Flame," wears a fiery red robe and wields a pure gold flame staff, resembling a fire god descending from the heavens. The gemstones inlaid on the staff's head shimmer with dazzling light.
"Hezhe shaman, you've come at the perfect time!"
Priest Bukku let out a low roar, echoing the Hezhe shaman's voice. The two joined forces, their target being the three high-ranking monks of the Tantric sect.
The two exchanged a glance, their minds in sync, and launched their attacks almost simultaneously, targeting the "Wrathful Vajra" deity of Tantric Buddhism.
"Good timing!"
Mingwang Zun snorted coldly, his body as still as a mountain, but his eyes shone with a fierce light, like the angry gaze of a Vajra.
He clasped his hands together and chanted scriptures. A powerful Buddhist Vajra force surged from his body, as if hundreds of Vajras appeared behind him, transforming into a giant golden palm that struck towards the Hezhe shaman.