Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 67 I, Evil Cultivator, Not Afraid of Harmony
"Something flew over!"

"A monk among the Han people!"

"go!"

Yue Jie language spread in the team, watching dozens of flying black shadows, the face of the headed Yue Jie Hu man changed, he knew what it was, this is a spell of the Han people, only the priests in the army can resist it, Immediately shouting for more than a hundred subordinates to change direction, they all drew their bows and pointed at the black shadow flying in the sky, and the strange Han people standing in front of the bullock cart over there.

Whoosh...

More than a hundred arrows were thrown into the sky, crossed a long trajectory, and were nailed to the flying puppet, or passed through the gap and fell to Chen Yuan over there, and then they were nailed to the air and flew away. Raising his arms, the sleeves of his robe flicked away.

With the sound of a bang, in front of the turning horse team, the ground suddenly sank several feet, reaching a depth of half a foot. The Hu cavalry who were advancing had no time to stop their horses, and the horses and the Yue Jie people above were carried into the pit together.

"Amazing!"

The leader Yue Jiehu opened his eyes wide and looked at the sunken ground. When he said a word, there was a scream behind him. In an instant, more screams came. He turned his head, and a gust of cold wind hit his face.

In the field of vision, dozens of black shadows flew over the riders behind and screamed fiercely. Only then did the leader of the barbarians see clearly that they were actually wooden dolls, used by the priests in the army. The figurines that come to cast spells are very similar.

In a short period of thought, more than a dozen people fell from their horses to the ground, rolling back and forth on the ground covered in dust, frantically trying to tear off the puppet on their bodies, someone screamed in fear, and forcibly tore off the wood carving with both hands , along with a large piece of bloody flesh and blood on his chest.

Seeing the wood carving biting the flesh, waving its limbs, opening and closing its lips, twisting in the hands of the barbarian like bloodthirsty, and when it wanted to pounce down and bite, it was smashed to pieces by the blade extended from the side. The man put away the knife and shouted: "It's just a puppet. The warriors of the grassland used the knife in your hands to tear them apart like the bodies of Han people..."

next moment.

As if dazzled, several puppets landed on the ground, and in the sight of the barbarian cavalry, they suddenly rose from the ground and turned into four silhouettes of several feet holding a green dragon, a snake spear, a brass double mace, and a black iron whip. Wearing a robe and armor with a faint divine light, he stepped forward and stood at the four corners. Amidst the dull walking sound, half a foot of smoke and dust was raised, like a god in the fog overlooking the barbarians below.

"Barbarian!"

"Slaughter!"

The monotonous words contained a strong killing intent, no matter whether it was Guan Zhang or Qin Qiong and Yu Chigong, for the Hu people, there were only simple thoughts, and in a moment, the thoughts turned into monstrous anger, and the heavy soldiers in their hands smashed down.

The heavy weapon seemed to have substance, and when the object collapsed, the horse and the human body were instantly smashed to pieces, and the blood and flesh splashed on the face of the leader of the barbarian. Liang Zhu's double maces swept left and right, and all the clansmen under his command, including their war horses, were thrown into the air, or were chopped into a pool of rotten flesh by the thick blade.

This is the kind of god that has never been seen or heard of in the art of inviting the gods of the Han people since they went all the way south.

There are only simple words like 'run' left in my mind.

Taking advantage of the empty space where a "god" dropped a weapon not far away, he galloped out from under the opponent's crotch. As for the Han man in front of the bullock cart in the distance, he no longer had the courage to kill him, so he crouched on his horse. With his back on his back, he ran wildly forward.

However, behind him, eyes glowing with red silk had already looked over, Chen Yuan raised her hand slightly, and pinched out the formula.

However, at a distance of seven or eight zhang, the galloping war horse seemed to be carrying a heavy load, its limbs stretched apart, and it fell to the ground with a bang.The barbarian at the top couldn't struggle, even his fingers seemed to be pressed by something, only his eyes could move, squinting against the ground, and seeing seven or eight colored wooden carvings with red eyes, like Han people The appearance in the opera, step by step, approaching him slowly with various postures mechanically, with human flesh still in the open mouth.

"God bless the wolf..."

He tried his best to force out a prayer, but the little doll in his eyes was getting bigger and bigger...

The already deserted town fell into dead silence again, and the phantoms overflowing with four divine lights gradually dissipated. Among the broken corpses on the ground, only a few unowned horses ran in panic.

Chen Yuan withdrew his mana, and when the puppets returned to the carriage one by one with blood on them, he stretched out his hand to pull back the master who was about to gnaw the corpse.

"Don't you want to eat them? Let me take a bite."

"Master, I let them go, not you." Chen Yuan squeezed out a stiff smile, didn't look at the pile of barbarian corpses on the ground, called the old cow over there, and walked into the town, he wanted to find See if you can still see living people, even if they are injured, it is good to give them some treatment.

But walking through the dilapidated long street, the shops were closed, or were smashed up, and the corpses were hung under the eaves; under the ruins, there were still white legs exposed.

There are no more living people.

Chen Yuan closed her eyes, breathed the bloody smell, walked to a smashed-up shop and sat down, cultivating Taoism and immortality, it was a completely different world from this scene.

When he was thinking, the old cow on the side turned his head and blinked slightly, and saw a little man walking out of a ruin not far away with a dirty face.

Chen Yuan raised her gaze, a small figure with disheveled hair came over carefully with bare feet, her dirty little face showed a numb expression, she looked at Chen Yuan, slowly raised her small hand, spread out several copper coins and handed them past.

"...Big brother... My parents are dead... Can you help me kill the barbarians. I saw it just now, I have money...Avenge my parents...I will give you the money."

Chen Yuan silently looked at the three bloody coins in her little hand, smiled suddenly, stretched out her hand to touch the little girl's head, and said in as gentle a tone as possible.

"The barbarians who killed your parents are all dead, the revenge has been avenged, take back the money."

On the opposite side, the dirty little girl looked at Chen Yuan and opened her mouth eagerly.

"But outside... there are many more."

It can be seen that Chen Yuan shook her head silently, lowered her head, squeezed the copper with her mouth pursed and left, and returned to the empty home. The corpses of her parents were still lying on the ground, her body was already cold.

She tried not to let herself cry, but just wiped away the tears that were about to fall with her sleeves, dragged her father outside with difficulty, and then came back to drag her mother.

She struggled with the stone hoe at home, and it took a long time to dig out the small hole the size of a millstone. Looking at the sky that was about to darken, the little girl finally couldn't suppress her emotions, and sat beside her mother and cried.

"Is the money still there?"

Suddenly there was a voice, and the little girl raised her red eyes. The man who was leading the cow was standing not far away. After realizing it, she hurriedly took out the three copper coins from her pocket, held them in her palms, and pressed them carefully.

"One copper coin, 1 barbarians, three coins and [-], no bully."

Chen Yuan weighed the copper in her hand and stuffed it into her sleeve, touched the little girl's head, pinched the magic formula and waved it away, the soil poured out a three-foot hole, and put the little girl's parents in, The soil surged back and gathered again, protruding a large grave mound.

In fact, when he came here, he had already buried the dead people in the town, and the little girl's parents were the last two.

"Let's go, I will avenge you."

Chen Yuan said softly, took the little girl's hand and walked out of the town. The little man turned his head from time to time, watching the grave where his parents lay getting farther and farther away, and tried hard not to cry.

Soon night fell.

Howling wolves echoed in the mountains. On a hillside outside the town, Chen Yuan looked at the camp with bonfires burning in the distance. With a wave of her hand, the carriage opened, and a few wooden boards flew out. , set up a simple wooden table.

A stick of incense is lit and inserted into the incense burner.

Chen Yuan looked at the night sky to reveal the clear moon. In the dim light, he pinched his fingers and recited the incantation.

"Get up!"

'call'

The sound of the wind blew across the hillside, swaying the forest field, and blowing towards the outline of the campfire burning in the distance.

At this time, women's miserable cries could be heard from time to time in the simple barracks. This group of five thousand Yue people were enjoying the spoils they plundered along the way.

The captive men were bound together with their hands and feet. On the other side of the fence, many naked women ran and fell among the Hu soldiers in horror, and then were resisted into the tent.

Amidst the desperate screams, white bodies were also thrown out of the tent, and a barbarian leader waved his hands to ask his soldiers to take the woman to 'deal with', and bring her back when they are ready.

He was in a bad mood today. A group of more than [-] Yuejie Qingqi raiders was killed outside a Han Chinese town, and reported to a priest in the army. After divination, he learned that they were killed by Han Chinese spells.

Tonight, he asked the soldiers to have fun, in fact, he wanted to attract people who cultivated the Tao, and use the power of priests to kill them, so as not to delay the marching speed and delay the meeting in Luozhou.

The capital of the Han people, it is wonderful to think about it.

He drank his drink in one gulp, thinking so.

The moment the cup was put down, the oil lamp on the desk suddenly shook twice. At this time, outside, the joy-seekers felt that their vision was cloudy. Some people raised their heads, and the cold moonlight in the night sky was covering the clouds.

The howling of wolves in the distance also stopped.

(End of this chapter)