Valkyrie

Chapter 378 Return to Wuchan Temple

In the mansion of the god general, the night was dark, but the sound of fighting did not diminish.

Zhao Changfeng knelt on one knee in front of Lin Beichen, with a domineering and resolute expression.

"Palace Master, the last general has ordered 30 soldiers, and we can set off tonight. Zhao Changfeng invites us to fight, and rushes to Xuanyuan City to help Lord Xuanyuan raise troops!"

Lin Beichen was wearing thin pajamas, looked at the loyal general in front of him, but kicked him out, "Old man, let me ask you, how many troops do I have in the hands of the general?"

"60 troops, 20 Great Xia Dragon Riders. There are another [-] god generals, [-] kill and break the camp, and [-] go to the death camp!"

"You have an army of 84, why only send 30 troops? This is your way of being a general? Since the catastrophe has fallen, I, a man on the battlefield, should be responsible for guarding the land and beware of the righteousness of the world. body?"

Lin Beichen said angrily.

"The final general will follow the Palace Master's order and order 84 troops to enter Xuanyuan City!"

Zhao Changfeng spoke with an extremely resolute expression.

"Take my spear and armor, and bring my general's horse!"

Lin Beichen wrapped up the thin drowsiness on his body, and spoke calmly, but those old eyes looked towards the bright moon sky.

"Master..."

Zhao Changfeng looked up in astonishment, but then knelt down on his knees, lowering his head to dissuade him: "The master is old, and the young master has repeatedly asked the general to protect the master. I hope the master will stay in the general's mansion for a while. From the end, you will go to the Palace Master to take a chance!"

"What kind of thing are you, and you deserve to take the place of this general!"

Lin Beichen cursed with a smile, and kicked Zhao Changfeng away.

"I hope the palace master thinks twice, Zhao Changfeng guarantees with his head that if he goes to Xuanyuan City, he will definitely not dishonor the name of my God General's Palace!"

In the mansion of the general, Zhao Changfeng hugged Lin Beichen's thigh tightly and refused to let go.

"Do you want to see the general die of old age or die in battle?"

Lin Beichen turned his head and stared at Zhao Changfeng with a cold expression.

"The master of the palace will live forever, and will not die!"

Zhao Changfeng shouted.

"Dignified God General's Mansion, why did you come out of such a naughty and helpless thing!"

Lin Beichen scolded Zhao Changfeng with a smile, and kicked the latter away again.

"I also ask the palace master to go back to the room to rest, and I will fight outside at the end of my life!"

Zhao Changfeng didn't stand up, but hugged Lin Beichen's thigh again.

cough cough...

Suffering from the cold wind in the night, Lin Beichen suddenly coughed twice.Then squatted down and looked at Zhao Changfeng in front of him, and asked calmly:

"Do you understand why famous generals are like beauties since ancient times, and they are not allowed to have gray hair in the world?"

Zhao Changfeng was taken aback for a moment, looked up at the white-haired old man whose old face was full of endless wind and frost, and nodded with a tremor in his heart.

"Since you understand, why don't you go get the general's spear and armor? If you miss the time for the expedition, I will sacrifice your head to the flag!"

Lin Beichen got up with a smile, adjusted his thin pajamas, looked at the cold moonlight, but there was a sentimental smile on his old face.

On this day, Lin Beichen, who ranked ninth in Dongling's list of famous generals, headed for Xuanyuan City with white hair and a gun, leading 84 soldiers!
……

In the vast Qinglong Mountains, Lin Huang, who was rushing towards the Wuchan Temple, didn't know it yet. Lin Beichen, who had only been separated for a few days, had already led 84 troops to assist Xuanyuan in raising troops.

What Lin Huang only knew was that since Xuanyuan Tibing issued a call to recruit people from all over the world, it meant that the catastrophe brought by Yin Yang Valley was about to kick off an extremely tragic prelude.

And he must rush to Wuchan Temple as quickly as possible.

Every day that follows is extremely critical and urgent.

In the early morning of the second day after Xuanyuan raised his troops and manifested in the sky, Lin Huang and others finally arrived at Wuchan Temple.

In the jungle densely covered with ancient trees, Lin Huang looked at the men in black robes who surrounded the Wuchan Temple from the mountainside to the foot of the mountain. He couldn't help frowning, and his heart suddenly became murderous.

"Master, where is Blood God Marquis now?"

Lin Huang asked Ci Nan beside him.

"When the poor monk went down the mountain, the blood god was trapped in the forest of three thousand steles!"

Ci Nan coughed up blood, although the injuries all over his body began to improve, but it might be difficult to recover to peak condition in a short time.

Lin Huang nodded silently, as long as the Blood God Marquis was trapped in the Forest of Three Thousand Steles, Lin Huang would be able to fight the rest.

"This time, I'm afraid the Wuchan Temple will be stained with blood, and I hope the master will not mind!"

Lin Huang turned his head to look at Ci Nan, his expression gradually became cold and hard.

"Master once said that from the time when the Eighth Road of Yin Yang Valley was detained and established in Wuchan Temple, this place is no longer a pure place!"

Ci Nan clasped his hands together, his expression full of compassion.

Lin Huang nodded, and then looked at Lin Cangxue and the others, the look of murder on his brows shook, and hundreds of formation marks were flying around him...

In the silent mountain forest, the ancient bell is melodious, and the sound of Buddha is spread for ten miles.In the peaceful and peaceful void, there was a bloody aura mixed in.

From the mountainside of Wuchan Temple to the foot of the mountain, the black robes of the Blood Spirit Hall stand like statues of gods, forming three iron barrels and surrounding Wuchan Temple.

Counting down, there are thousands of people, many of them are Wuhou powerhouses!
ooh...

At this moment, there was a thunderous howling of a tiger in the forest, as if an invincible tiger came down the mountain, roaring proudly.

Everyone in the Blood Spirit Hall suddenly turned their heads, and saw a three-foot-tall white tiger rushing out of the forest, exuding a terrifying aura of killing from the ancient formation, biting its bloodthirsty fangs.

The white tiger rushed forward and bit off the head of a black robe.

Everyone in the Blood Spirit Hall was shocked, but they reacted extremely quickly, and immediately shot towards the formation of white tigers.

At this moment, another roar sounded from behind the white tiger.

I saw Bai Xiaopang stepping on the pitch-black gluttonous giant beast, his whole body was shining with golden light, his body like molten iron was full of bursting power, and he rushed out of the sky.

One man and one beast crushed and killed dozens of black-robed men from the moment they rushed out.

"Who dares to be presumptuous and become an enemy of my Blood Spirit Palace!"

At the foot of the mountain, a man in black yelled angrily, his robes fluttered all over his body, and he flew towards Bai Xiaopang to kill him, his bloody hands were terrifying, filled with the invincible power of Marquis Wu.

call out……

At this moment, a line of blood suddenly appeared in the void, passing through the body of Marquis Wu in an instant, and with a bang, Marquis Wu turned into a blood mist and exploded.

At the foot of the mountain, Lin Huang was holding a pair of demon-suppressing and embroidering god knives, the blades were dripping with blood, looking extremely ruthless.

Afterwards, Lin Cangxue and Jun Qingcheng slashed out with swords, and attacked and killed the black-robed army at the foot of the mountain...

It took only ten breaths before and after, but it had already kicked off the prelude to the big battle.

At the foot of the Wuchan Temple, everyone gathered together like a sharp knife, piercing through the three iron barrel formations of the Blood Spirit Hall.

Lin Huang opened the way with a formation of white tigers, wearing A Bidao and Xuepiao Renjian, holding the Killing God Sword and Cross Yama, turning into the head of a sharp knife, and stepping up the steps leading to Wuchan Temple step by step.

Bai Xiaopang is the tail of a sharp knife, stepping on a giant beast, his body is like a great steel wall, cutting across all the black robes that come to kill.

Jun Qingcheng and Lin Cangxue are the two wings, with swords criss-crossing all over his body, and the flames start a prairie fire, exuding an extremely palpitating aura.

On the mountainside, hundreds of people in black robes descended across the sky, condensing into a huge aura, like a mighty dragon, causing the mountain peak to crack, and all the rocks and ancient trees where they touched were turned into dust.

"kill!"

Lin Huang let out a long sigh, and four times the power of Asura in his body superimposed, and his whole body turned into a blood line, killing the black robe of the Blood Spirit Hall rushing down.

boom.

Rumble.

In front of the mountain of Wuchan Temple, the battle was boiling, and the sound of rumbling was endless.The blood-colored sword glows vertically and horizontally, the sky is full of heavy snow, the karmic fire starts a prairie fire, and the sword energy stirs the sky...

Up and down the sky, heads rolled down like stones, and blood spurted like rain.

The steps leading to the Wuchan Temple were all stained red with blood, every step was bloody!

Lin Huang held two knives in his hands, his clothes were messy but his murderous aura was unrestrained, like a Shura in hell, he slashed the God of God with his sword and crossed Yama continuously, making Lin Huang step up the steps step by step, heading towards the Wuchan Temple.

"Ant puppies, how dare you be presumptuous, and come here and die!"

On the mountainside, dozens of Wuhous in black robes suddenly rushed down, carrying endless screams of blood crows, attacking and killing Lin Huang in horror.

Lin Huang was not afraid to laugh back, and rushed away wearing A Bidao.

"Things that don't know how to live or die, dare to come to die!"

Marquis Wu in black reprimanded him coldly, and a huge bloody palm was shot across the air.

"The ban of years!"

Just when the blood palm was about to fall on Lin Huang's head, Jun Qingcheng raised his hand suddenly, making time imprisoned.

Lin Huang raised his eyebrows and smiled, and his deep voice was like a biting cold wind, "Kill the god with one blow!"

In an instant, a line of blood crossed the bodies of many Marquis Wu in the void, and Lin Huang suddenly appeared behind everyone, and the blood on the Suppressing Demon Sword in his hand was like a bead curtain...

(End of this chapter)