Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 282
A gust of gloomy wind swirled around the southern foothills, and the black clouds that dominated the night sky finally flew back.

Standing on the giant rock, Chen Yuan raised one hand and grabbed at the swarm of insects. Countless flattened worms rained down, and a large amount of flesh and blood fell into his body.

hiss~
Sure enough, it is still fast to practice evil methods. Chen Yuan feels the flesh and blood essence flowing through the limbs like boiling oil. Desire no longer fills the mind.

After enjoying it for a while, Chen Yuan slowly opened her eyes, "The Yuejie people should pass the news to Feiyan Pass, the rest, it's time to take the next step."

As he spoke, he raised his sleeves and arched forward.

"Please help me, heroes!"

Behind him, the wood carvings grinned ferociously, saying, Shahu, they agreed too much.

With the blessing of flesh and blood just now, Chen Yuan pinched the dharma with her fingers, and quickly wrote out edicts one by one, and landed on the wooden carvings below. A series of wooden carvings and puppets soared into the sky, following closely behind, with ferocious red lights in their eyes.

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At Feiyan Pass, the fire illuminated the upper and lower parts of the city, and from time to time, burning rockets flew up to the top of the city or were thrown down.

The battle for the city pass was gradually subsiding with the night, but the battle between the two sides was not over yet. In the Yuejie camp, a figure outside the white tent with a god belt was waiting quietly.

In the flickering light of the brazier, there was a cluster of eagle feathers on his head, and Hu Duyan wearing a colorful feather coat on his shoulders. He was no longer the deer head priest back then.

In the battle five years ago, he blocked the sword of the god and man and ruined his foundation. Fortunately, the priest of the wolf gave him a second chance. The White Wolf God approved and became the Priest of Eagle Feather.

He always remembered the enmity of that year.

This time following the High Priest, he wanted to enter the customs again, kill the Jindi, and then compete with the cultivator who called the God.

It's just a pity that for nearly a month, the army's footsteps stopped at Feiyan Pass, and even the high priest cast spells for days, but failed to break through the pass.He didn't understand that the Han people were so desperate this time.

The headmaster of Chengyun Sect was injured so badly by the high priest that he would not retreat, and today the stubborn old Taoist priest of Tianshi Mansion was also seriously injured, and he still fought to the death.

Is this pass more important than their years of cultivation?

Just now I heard that many monks came to rescue from Jin, Hu Duyan became anxious and wanted to meet the high priest to see if there were other ways to break through the blockade of Han monks.

The wind blows the two campfires outside the tent.

At this moment, a voice came from inside the white tent: "Hu Duyan, come in."

The High Priest was finally free.

Hu Duyan took a deep breath, straightened his cassock, opened the curtain and strode in, looking at the first burly figure, he clenched his fist with one hand and pressed the other shoulder, and knelt down on one knee.

"Hu Duyan pays homage to the high priest."

"You came here to ask when the pass will be broken?" There is a simple long table in front, and a burly figure in the back is a man of about forty years old, with thick limbs, animal bones tied with red ropes, half of his body is exposed , you can vaguely see the outline of a wolf tattooed on the dark chest.

But Hu Duyan knew that the high priest in front of him was at least over 100 years old.

"Yes, I'm worried." Facing the high priest, Hu Duyan said calmly, "I just heard that the Han people have come to a group of cultivators, and it's late autumn. If we can't break through, we can only retreat to the grassland. I am afraid that the old and the young will have to endure a hungry and cold winter."

There was silence in the tent.

Hu Duyan thought that what he said was a bit serious, and before he could explain to him, the high priest over there stood up from behind the long case, standing in front of Hu Duyan like an iron tower, walked a few steps, and came to the tent Opening his mouth, looking at the night outside, he smiled on that needless but majestic face.

"You are afraid. The eagle in the grassland cannot be feared. Only when he is tired, falls to the sky, and comes to the ground, can he sleep forever. Your... state of mind is actually not enough to sit in the position of the eagle feather priest."

Hu Duyan swallowed his saliva, he knew in his heart that although the previous Priest Yingyu lost to the Han, he did his best until he died in the battle, but he... was afraid and chose with a small number of generals. escape.

By mistake, many of the fleeing cavalry were taken back, and they rushed all the way back to the grassland without being questioned.

"High Priest, I..."

"Don't blame yourself. It was the right choice for you to come back at that time, but only from the perspective of a general. But as a priest, fear is a wrong choice. It will make you never be able to stand higher than a priest. Communicate with the White Wolf God everywhere."

The high priest turned around, patted him on the shoulder, told Hu Duyan to stand aside and sit down, then took the wine bag on the table and threw it over, "Drink some fine wine made by the Yuejie woman, it will make you Erase the fear from my heart."

He stopped talking, watched Hu Duyan gulp down his drink before continuing.

"...The Jin people's monks are in the final struggle. Then Liu Changgong has not made much progress, but the old Taoist priest named Yunlong has a higher level of cultivation than before. If he is not killed, I am afraid that he will be the next Nascent Soul. .As for the other Han monks who came to the rescue, it was just an extra life.”

The high priest's tone was flat, but he had a sense of majesty and majesty.

"It's just a pity that the treacherous Han didn't show up back then. I don't know if he was killed by his own people, or he hid somewhere to practice in seclusion. You know their habits, even if they have changed now, how can they hide?" The habit of not asking about worldly affairs cannot be changed after all.”

Hu Duyan nodded in agreement, and also flattered him along the way.

"It's a pity that that person didn't show up. It may also be that he didn't dare to come when he heard the high priest coming."

Over there, the high priest smiled and waved his hands: "Don't underestimate them. Otherwise, the failure five years ago will happen again."

"High Priest, what should we do next?" Hu Duyan hurriedly asked, after all, this was what he cared about.

Ha ha……

The high priest didn't look at this person. From the other person's eyes, he had already seen desire and greed. He didn't like these in the past, but in the current situation, it is best to have such thoughts.

"Tomorrow, I'll do it again, but this time, it won't be the end of the spell like before. I will engulf the entire Feiyan Pass and let the wolf's roar resound through the north."

After the words fell, the tent was flapping in the wind brought by this heroic voice.

Hu Duyan was overwhelmed with emotion, and was about to get up to agree, when footsteps sounded outside, and a deer-head priest hurried over, stood outside the tent, knelt down on one knee with fists clenched.

"High Priest, there is bad news."

Inside the tent, the burly figure frowned, and Hu Duyan got up and walked a few steps closer to the tent, he was most afraid that someone would suddenly come over at this juncture.

His voice was a little anxious: "What bad news?"

The deer head priest looked at the high priest inside, and opened his mouth cautiously.

"The three tribes behind... no... gone."

The high priest, who was holding up the wine bag to drink, stopped his hands, closed his eyes lightly, and the corners of his eyes were twitching, "Why not?"

"The news came that it was a group of worms and a strange spell. The swarm ate two tribes...there is another one, it is a curse. The people in the entire camp are either dead or crazy."

"withdraw troops!"

As soon as the priest at the tent mouth finished speaking, the high priest in the tent dropped the wine bag and issued an order directly, which made Hu Duyan hurriedly persuade him: "High priest, you can't withdraw troops, Feiyan Pass will soon be broken... "

"To shut up!"

The high priest closed his eyes and scolded, then opened it and tore off the sheepskin map on the shelf and threw it on the ground, "I'm not afraid of attacking my rear, what I'm afraid of is that the person will not fight me, but go directly to other tribes in the deep grassland. Kill him, if he kills the Great Khan, will I bear the crime, or will you bear it?"

"I'm afraid..."

"You can't afford it!"

The high priest didn't bother to pay attention to this man, strode out of the tent, summoned the messengers, and passed on his orders.

(End of this chapter)