C6 Hidden fire

After that, they plundered all the precious treasures in the temple hall. After the Ancient Castle of Jiangzi, the entire treasury was no longer able to organize an effective military force to fight against the British Legion.

On that day, Rong He Peng's troops arrived at the Japanese Razzi County.

According to Rong, he wanted to go straight to the most important temple hidden behind the scenes – the Zacherb Temple – to explore the Dharma Pillars of the past generation of Banzen Masters.

"Sard, there must be many precious treasures inside the temple. I heard that there is a huge Buddha statue there. According to Indian friends, that statue is known to be the world's largest bronze and gold Buddha statue …" Rong He Peng said with an excited expression.

Sard shook his head. "Major, I don't think we should touch the temple for the time being."

"Why?" Rong He Peng asked in confusion.

The last time, the big monk of the Ancient Castle of Jiangzi was very powerful, I was afraid that there were more powerful experts in the temple. If that's the case, then it's not worth the loss, so I might as well search the surrounding small temple first, firstly, to allow me time to recover completely, and secondly, we can test the reaction of those small temples by looting them. If they send out the monks, we can test their abilities. Sard said in an unmistakable tone.

Rong He Peng nodded, and then agreed to Sard's suggestion, and changed his route to Razzi County.

After staying in Razzi County for a few days, they plundered the seven temples around the county city and arrived in front of the inconspicuous little temple.

According to their previous experiences, this kind of small temple did not have many things. If they did not come, they would have come. Naturally, they did not plan to return empty-handed.

Sard did not seem ready to dismount. He just closed his eyes and rested.

"Zhongba River Temple." Rong He Peng looked at the temple's dilapidated signboard and read out the name of the temple, then commanded his subordinates to smash open the temple door.

Rong He Peng curled his lips and stood at the door. He saw the dense weeds in the courtyard, a few Lama s with frail bodies, and an old monk who was on the verge of death …

Disappointment, utter disappointment. In this kind of temple, there were at most two or three small Buddhist statues and one or two Tang Kars.

Inside the temple, four or five monks looked at the golden-haired and blue-eyed soldiers outside in horror. They shouted, "The devil is here!" and scattered in all directions.

There was a back door and a side door in the temple, so Rong He Peng was not interested in them at all. He ordered his subordinates to surround the monks and take them down. After he did not find anything useful on them, he 'mercifully' waved his hand, "Scram."

Following that, he stepped through the temple door and fiercely stepped on the shattered threshold.

He liked to do this, because he had heard before he came to the hidden grounds that the Bodhisattvas did not like it when people stepped on the doorstep of temples. To enter temples, one had to cross the doorstep and not step on top of them – thus, for every temple looted, Rongherpeng liked to step on the doorstep and, in his own words, "step on them and feel that he has crushed the faith of these ignorant people."

Just as he stepped on the doorstep, he suddenly felt something strange.

This feeling, it was so strange …

Last time in the town, a hidden youth had shot a powerful arrow at him, but Sard had blocked it … At that time, when the arrow had pierced through the air and came back, he had the same feeling.

It was a feeling of danger!

The experienced Rong He Peng immediately retreated from the temple, at the same time calling for his subordinates, "Everyone be on high alert, there's danger!"

Seeing the Major's strong reaction, they retreated out of the temple, surrounding the temple's main gate, back gate and two side gates. The troops behind them also rushed over, forming a defensive formation around Rong He Peng.

Rong He Peng turned around to look at Sard, but all he saw was Sard's horse and no one was there.

In just a breath's time, Sard had already arrived beside Rong He Peng. None of the British Army had been able to clearly see how Sard had appeared.

Assistant General Mai Ketangna also took out his gun and placed it in front of Rong He Peng, and asked in a low voice: "Major, what do you mean by it being in danger?"

Rong He Peng's expression was unsettled. He also didn't know why he could sense the danger. This small temple could only hold a few dozen people at most. What kind of danger would it be? Could it be that there was an ambush with many experts like the monk?

Just as he was about to ask Sard about this, he suddenly realized that the black aura around Sard's body had become increasingly dense, as if it was real.

Even when he was facing the great monk from Ancient Castle of Jiangzi, the black aura on Sard was not as thick … Realizing the seriousness of the situation, Rong He Peng called for his men to retreat.

Under the protection of the British Army, Rong He Peng retreated far away. Sard spread open his arms and stretched out his arms, making a gesture of hugging the air. At the same time, he raised his head and saw the dense black clouds above him.

He squinted his eyes and used all his strength to look through the dark clouds. He realized that he was powerless.

"What a strong power. I never thought that there would be such a strong power near a small Zhongba River Temple. What is this thing emitting?" Sard mumbled.

The dead spirit qi in his entire body was stirred up by this power. It felt really uncomfortable, he only felt a bit of power leaking out, yet it actually had such an obvious effect …

Why is that? Sard couldn't figure it out...

"There's an enemy ahead!" An extremely observant scout next to Rong He Peng said as he stared at the northern path.

Sard looked ahead and saw two people rushing over from the north …

The one in front was a fair-skinned man dressed in the clothes of a herdsman, while the one flying in the back was a handsome young man with a red face and delicate features …

The people who came were Lang Ka and Yu Xianhe.

Of course, he could tell that the two people in front of him had extraordinary speed. The people behind them were flying, and they were stepping on a three-foot-long wooden sword, their speed was extremely fast, and even more ridiculous was that the person walking in front of them was faster than the person flying on a sword.

At this point in time, Sard felt that the energy from before had dissipated, and the black dead spirit qi on his body could be retracted without a hitch.

Lang Ka's face was solemn, he was about to arrive at the Zhongba River Temple that was covered densely in black clouds. After rushing for seven to eight hours, he was finally not late, the black mass of people in front were all armed Westerners, the leader of the group looked very strange.

Yu Xianhe, on the other hand, was complaining incessantly. He had been flying on the sword for a long time and was already exhausted, but the two thousand people in front of him did not seem like good people.

When he was about to reach Zhongba River Temple, Yu Xianhe could no longer hold on, he endured to the edge of the black cloud, feeling that the spirit energy in his body was exhausted, his mind was a blank, following that, he lost all traces of strength with his feet. After a breath of time, his body tilted down from the peach wood sword and fell to the ground, losing consciousness, after that, the peach wood sword also recovered its length of four to five inches, and landed beside him.

The sudden change left Sard Rong and He Peng with no idea what kind of special technique Yu Xianhe was using as she lay on the ground …

Lang Ka felt the abnormality behind him, and curled his lips helplessly. He knew that the exhausted Yu Xianhe had already lost the ability to fight.

Insufficient success and more than enough failure, such as Yu Xianhe.

No longer paying attention to the unconscious Yu Xianhe, Lang Ka moved in a flash to the front of the Zhongba River Temple, standing opposite of Sard, who was dozens of meters away.

Sard was also observing Lang Ka, he then realised that this herdsman was really strange, he did not have a soul.

"Who are you?" Sard asked.

"necromancer? Leave this place immediately and do not step even half a step into this place ever again. Otherwise, I will kill all of you. " Lang Ka said coldly.

Jung was taken aback by the herdsman's English, and his accent was a perfect London accent. He had wanted to help Sard with the translation, but now he could not. In addition, this person wanted them to leave the hidden realm and never set foot inside it, otherwise, this person would kill them all.

Ronghe Peng had nearly two thousand men under his command, all of whom were experienced and well-equipped brave soldiers. Such a troop could be said to be invincible in the decayed places like Tibet or China, and yet they dared to brazenly talk back. What did he have to rely on?

Sard was also shocked. It was not surprising that the other party could speak English, but this guy could tell at a glance that he was a necromancer. This was definitely not a simple matter.

Sard was a necromancer. He cultivated by killing people, and specifically, by killing powerful cultivators, absorbing their resentful souls and using a secret technique to increase his strength.

When Sard saw Lang Ka and Lang Ka who had rushed over, he had wanted to kill the two cultivators and absorb their souls, but Yu Xianhe's fall to the ground confused him. Lang Ka did not even have a soul, which made him even more uncertain.

"How can you tell that I am a necromancer?" Sard asked.

Lang Ka: "I have interacted with Western cultivators before and have a certain understanding of Western cultivation systems. Did those people from the Church not cause you trouble? Or could it be that you were afraid that the Church would chase you here, so you decided to flee to Tibet? "

The reason why Lang Ka knew about the necromancer was because he had come into contact with a few bishops of the European Church. The bishops were currently hunting down powerful evil organisations, within which there were necromancer s and non-human demons that could suck blood. The bishop had chased them to the border of Tibet and was caught up to by the enemy.

Sard's face turned ugly. He was the necromancer and his archenemies with the Church. After all these years in Europe, on one hand, he was under the pressure of the Church. On the other hand, he wanted to seek greater power.

Why can't you bring up a pot?

Alright, since you have such a sharp tongue, let's see if your fist is as tough as your mouth. Sard pondered.

Of course, Sard did not plan to attack directly. There were so many well-equipped soldiers behind him, why did he have to lead by himself?

Sard retreated a few steps back, moving back to Rong He Peng's side. "This person's strength is extraordinary. Be careful when dealing with him. First, you have to be shot and tested."

Rong He Peng nodded and said to Lang Ka: "Friend, for you to let us leave this place, there must be a reason. We have come from far away to explore and explore, we cannot just return like this."

Rong He Peng spoke in Chinese. He was not only in Tibet, but also in China. Eighteen years ago, in 1886, he had led his men from Manchuria to the north of China, across the Mongolian Gobi, over the Tianshan Mountains, and along the northern foothills of the Tianshan Mountains to the Pamir Plateau, opening the famous Mustag Passage, and by virtue of this achievement he had become the youngest member of the Royal Geographical Society.