Chapter 688 Rescue, take action!
"However, Father, although this great shaman is very powerful, we cannot take him lightly."

Huang Taiji changed the subject and his expression became serious.
"Well, what plans do you have, Huang Taiji?"

Nurhaci nodded and looked at Huang Taiji with 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, have the three celestial-level shamans and priests take this opportunity to rescue Wanyan Gold Bullet and Wanyan Silver Bullet."

Huang Taiji pondered for a moment, then spoke slowly.

“And that great shaman who is at the peak of the heavenly level can hide in the dark and be ready to deal with the heavenly level cultivators of the Tantric sect at any time.”

"As for the plan to behead Yuwen Yong, we can put it on hold for now. After all, Yuwen Yong is well guarded, and any rash action will only alert the enemy."

"After we have created enough chaos and weakened the Xianbei Alliance, we will look for the right opportunity to kill Yuwen Yong in one fell swoop!"

Huang Taiji's plan was clear and logical, which made everyone present feel refreshed.

"Okay! Let's act according to Huang Taiji's plan!"

Nurhaci slammed the table and said loudly

At the same time, in the camp of the Xianbei Alliance, Murong Jun and Yuwen Yong were also busy preparing for war.

"Longcheng, is there any movement from the Jurchen Alliance?"

Murong Jun looked at Murong Longcheng and asked, his eyes full of anticipation.

"Great Khan, the Jurchen Alliance is currently preparing for war in full swing."

"However, they seem to be planning something in secret, and many shamans from the Jurchen Shamanism have begun to move into the tribes of the Jurchen Alliance."

Murong Longcheng said after hesitating for a moment.

"Oh? What are they planning in secret?"

Murong Jun frowned when he heard this, and looked at Murong Longcheng with a questioning look.

As an intelligence expert under his command, Murong Longcheng's intelligence network spread all over the grassland, 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.

"Humph! These despicable people from the Jurchen Alliance!"

"However, Long Cheng, don't worry, we in the Xianbei Alliance are no pushovers!"

Murong Jun snorted coldly when he heard this, and there was a hint of anger and disdain in his eyes when he looked at the people in the Xianbei Alliance.

"Pass the order down, have all tribes step up their guard and prevent the Jurchen Alliance's spies from sneaking in!"

"Yes! Great Khan!"

Everyone in the Xianbei Alliance bowed and said that this war was equally important to them.

The Jurchens could still fail, and then make a comeback after they had absorbed those small tribes.

But now the Xianbei tribe can’t afford to lose!

Once they lose, with the methods of the Jurchen Wanyan clan and the Jurchen Manchus, it is hard to say whether there will be any Xianbei people on the grassland in the future. Therefore, the Xianbei people must not lose this battle!

The night was as dark as ink, the stars were hidden behind the thick night sky, and the camp of the Yuwen Xianbei was immersed in silence. Only the occasional footsteps of patrolling soldiers broke the dull silence.

At this moment, a green shadow was quietly shuttling between the tents. It was the "Guardian of the Mountain God" Priest Buku.

He was dressed in a blue shirt, blending into the night. The mountain and river patterns embroidered on the divine hat on his head seemed to flow slowly in the night. The copper bells around his waist swayed gently with his steps, making a series of distant and mysterious sounds.

The inner strength of Priest Buku surged throughout his body like a stream flowing through the mountains, and the bronze mirror in his hand flickered with a faint light.

This internal force not only enveloped his entire body, but even more miraculously, it seemed to closely connect Priest Buku with the surrounding earth aura, making him seem like a part of the land, so much so that even a perceptive celestial-level cultivator like Yuwen Shang was unable to detect his approach.

He came to the tent where Wanyan Jindanzi and Wanyan Yindanzi were imprisoned with ease. Although he was a little puzzled as to why it went so smoothly, he was too eager to save people to think too much.

This time, Priest Buku's target was clear, and he was targeting the tent where Wanyan Jindanzi and Wanyan Yindanzi were imprisoned.

These two great generals of the Jurchen Wanyan clan are crucial to the upcoming war. Their return will greatly boost the morale of the Jurchen alliance.

Priest Buku gently opened the curtain and saw the two Wanyan brothers imprisoned inside, looking depressed.

His heart tightened, and then his internal strength surged. The bronze mirror flashed, and an invisible force instantly broke the chains, freeing the Wanyan brothers.

"go!"

Priest Buku gave a low shout and the three men quickly evacuated. However, just as they were about to leave the tent, three Buddhist chants outside the tent sounded like morning bells and evening drums, deafening and breaking the silence of the night.

"Amitabha, the three of us, the Shaman demon, have been waiting for a long time!"

Following the chanting of the Buddha's name, three great masters of Tantric Buddhism - the "Vajra Wrathful Eyes" Mingwang Zun, the "Bodhi Pure Heart" Arhat Monk, and the "Prajna Samsara" Venerable - slowly stepped into the tent, like three insurmountable mountains, blocking their way.

Priest Buku felt a chill in his heart, he knew that he had underestimated the vigilance and preparation of the Yuwen family after all.

However, he had already anticipated the discovery and quickly adjusted his mentality. The shaman bronze mirror in his hand flashed slightly, and a strange power surged out of the bronze 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, and suddenly jumped up, carrying Wanyan's gold bullets and Wanyan's silver bullets, and rushed out of the tent 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 internal force surged out of the bronze mirror, turning into a green beam of light that shot straight into the sky.

At the same time, outside the Yuwen camp, a beam of fire also cut through the night sky, and a hot breath descended from the sky, like a sign before a volcanic eruption, dyeing the entire night sky a layer of fiery red.

The Hezhe Shaman, known as the "Fire God of Blazing Flames", is dressed in a fiery red robe and holding a flaming staff made of pure gold. He is like a fire god descending from the sky, with the gems inlaid on the head of the staff shining brightly.

"Hezhe Shaman, you came just in time!"

Priest Buku roared and responded to Shaman Hezhe from a distance. The two joined forces and aimed directly at the three high monks of Tantric Buddhism.

The two looked at each other, understood each other's minds, and launched the attack almost at the same time, targeting the Tantric "Vajra Wrathful Eyes" Mingwangzun.

"Well done!"

Ming Wangzun snorted coldly, his body was as still as a mountain, but his eyes were like the angry eyes of a diamond, emitting a sharp light.

He clasped his hands together and chanted scriptures. A powerful Buddhist Vajra force surged out of his body, as if hundreds of Vajra shadows appeared behind him and transformed into a huge golden palm, slapping towards Hezhe Shaman.

(End of this chapter)