One person, one sword, I have guarded the lonely city for 70 years

Chapter 74 Shaman
While speaking, an old man wearing a bronze mask came slowly on horseback. On the tall antler hat, nearly a hundred streamers of seven colors hung down, and the chaotic colors swayed with the wind, covering the black and yellow robe full of copper nails.

Leather drums and copper bells hung from the old man's waist. Every time he took a step, the sound of jingling and jingling sounded, erratic and breathtaking.

A dark-skinned warrior wearing a pointed hood and a scimitar hanging from his waist immediately saluted with one hand:
"Shaman, there may be an ambush because the city gate is wide open. Let me bring a soldier in to investigate first."

The old shaman shook his head: "Nowadays, the powerful in the world will either enter the Tang Dynasty or stick to the capital. The only remaining ghosts in Jingguo are still haunted by Shanyu. There will be no one here who can hurt me."

"If it's really an ambush, it's better for me to go."

"As for you young lives, Changshengtian has given a more important task - to help Shanyu defeat the enemies in the desert, so that the road to the recovery of Beiyuan will start from now on."

After hearing this, the surrounding generals could only wish: "Longevity will bless you."

The shaman nodded slightly, and when he closed his eyes, the surrounding wind howled suddenly, rolled up the dust, and flew towards the city of Anxi.

In the cemetery hut, Song Yun sat alone in the room and raised his eyebrows when he saw the changes in the [real-time map].

"Another ghost came running over?"

Around the hut, there was a gloomy wind again, exactly the same as the scene when the old woman was rescued last time.

Song Yun didn't move his sword, and didn't make a move.

When you reach the realm of ghosts and immortals, you have cultivated your spiritual thoughts. When you cast a spell, you can wrap your soul with your spiritual thoughts, or simply use your spiritual thoughts to get out of your body, which greatly increases your safety.

Even if Song Yun had bloody aura, he wouldn't be able to sneak attack casually.

The right moment must be found.

The wind is moving and people don't move, he just quietly stares at the dark sky outside the door, thinking about which road this is...

The old shaman came out of his body, following the overwhelming wind, and carefully observed every inch of land in the city.

Only one master was found in the hut, and two congenital and two martial arts students were found in the cellar.

This lineup is not bad in Jianghu sect, but it is ridiculous to use it to guard a city.

"Strange, does Anxi City have another secret?"

When the shaman was puzzled, he noticed the camp not far from the hut. There were dozens of tents, which were full of supplies, and his eyes lit up.

For the resource-poor tribes of the Northern Plains, this is extremely tempting. Even if they can't occupy Anxi City, just robbing these materials will still make a lot of money.

"Hmph, no matter what mystery it hides, with me in charge, are you afraid that the sky will turn upside down?"

The shaman snorted coldly, and the huge power of divine sense quickly approached the hut, ready to attack.

In Song Yun's eyes, the vicinity of the hut was instantly shrouded in abyss-like darkness.

Numerous hideous monsters with snake heads and wolf claws, crimson eyes and dark red eyes appeared out of thin air, baring their teeth and claws, roaring and pounced.

At the same time, the ground continued to bulge, and giants made of sand and gravel broke through the ground one by one, striding towards the hut, and the ground trembled and made muffled noises.

Song Yun has also read a few Taoism classics, and he is not surprised. He knows that these monsters are fake, they are "illusions of spiritual thoughts", while the sand monsters are real, they are "manifestation of spiritual thoughts".

The real and the fake are mixed together, the momentum is frightening, it can attack both the body and the soul, it is more than enough to kill ordinary martial arts masters.

Song Yun just smiled slightly, turned his left palm up, and a heavy broken jade brick appeared out of nowhere in his palm.

The national weapon of luck in the Tang Dynasty, the Emperor Xuan's seal!

Before, Xuandixi was collected in the [Void Storage Box], and the effect of [Blessing of Luck] was automatically released.

Not only that, Xuandixi is regarded as having lost contact with the outside world, and the domain formed by the condensation of luck also disappears automatically.

Right now, Xuandixi is summoned from the [Void Storage Box], and the domain instantly returns to its original state!

Luck added to the body, pseudo-martial holy land!
Song Yun's white clothes instantly turned into a faint afterimage, gradually disappeared, and he was no longer in the room.

The ability to fly with the physical body combined with "Sky Ghost Escaping the Sky", brought his body skills to a peak.

The next moment, it appeared high in the sky, above the gusts of wind.

With a palm strike, the energy suddenly vented, like a torrent falling from the sky, blasting all the sand monsters near the hut into flying ash.

"The country's luck... How could there be a luck domain suddenly in this place where not a single blade of grass grows!"

The invisible pressure shrouded, and in the gusts of dark wind, the phantom of the shaman wearing a bronze mask was forced to appear, his eyes filled with horror.

"Why are you able to create a field of luck in an instant? Who are you?"

Song Yun didn't answer him, but just sneered.

"If it falls into my hands, don't even think about playing tricks."

The "Blood God Nahai Jue" was cast immediately, releasing all the blood evil energy stored before.

The gusts of sinister wind were instantly shrouded by the howling wind from all directions, and the painful wailing sounded in the void, and countless broken corpses seemed to be floating in the wind.

Those snake-headed and wolf-clawed monsters on the ground trembled one after another, shattered under the erosion of strong blood energy, and turned back into countless divine thoughts, and evaporated and died in the bloody rain.

The phantom of the shaman was also shattered into divine thoughts, which turned out to be just an illusion.

And the soul of the shaman himself was quietly moving away in the dark wind, flying away towards the outside of Anxi City!

The field of luck is the strongest home field, even if it is as strong as a ghost fairy, it is unwilling to fight in other people's home field.

"Since you're here, please rest assured. You're not a local. It's not easy to come all the way, so you have to let me entertain you."

The boundless blood energy spread across in an instant, and the phantom in the dark wind trembled weakly, as if stuck in a quagmire, the speed slowed down a lot.

The next moment, Song Yun held up the Emperor Xuan's seal, leaped across the wind and cloud in one step, and rushed towards the shaman phantom.

The broken and scorched Xuandi Seal burst into brilliance in an instant, just like the rising sun, and the bright morning light broke through thousands of miles of black clouds, suppressing the shaman's soul to tremble.

Emperor Xuan's seal, a national weapon built by King Tang Jing with all his efforts in the world, was intended to be used to proclaim himself emperor, so naturally it would not be ordinary.

Even if it is torn apart now, and the core fragments of the Seal of Destiny are taken away by the system, it is still a treasure in the world of low-grade heaven.

"Get down!"

The jade seal carrying the great luck of the Tang Dynasty suddenly fell down, like a towering peak formed by the thoughts of millions of people, falling from the sky, shaking the wind and suppressing it!

"Ah!" An unwilling roar sounded, and was immediately drowned out by the loud sound of the mountain sinking.

Under the double suppression of the realm of luck and the evil spirit of blood, the shaman's soul cannot escape, and was firmly suppressed by the Emperor Xuanxi!

Bang——Song Yun fell straight from the sky, and his feet smashed a deep hole in the ground.

Xuandi's seal was hanging in front of him, Song Yun was pressing down on the jade seal with one hand, pressing down hard.

Directly below the Xuandi Seal, a group of half-person-high black shadow surged crazily, constantly trying to escape, changing into the appearance of a shaman from time to time, cursing sharply in an incomprehensible language.

The dark wind in Anxi City suddenly dissipated, the sand monster was shattered, and the demon head was annihilated.

The night sky returned to clarity, leaving only this group of black shadows struggling violently.

Song Yun's intimidation with the evil spirit of blood and suppression with the luck of the country are both means of extremely restraining the soul.

Even if this powerful ghost cannot be destroyed, it has been firmly trapped under the jade seal.

The momentum of suppression is complete, and this ghost fairy can't turn around.

Slowly grinding later, sooner or later he will be ground to death.

Outside Anxi City, the Beiyuan cavalrymen heard the rumbling sound of battle in the city, and their faces showed shock, "This movement... I'm afraid there are martial saints or ghosts in the city!"

"Where did Jingguo get so many strong men?"

Before they could discuss the countermeasures, a gust of wind blew in, and the shaman's remaining spiritual thoughts fled back into his body.

His eyes slowly opened, his eyes were dull, and he said in a stiff and slow voice:
"My spirit...was suppressed by the Martial Saint...the field of luck...ask for help...I won't last long..."

Said that the power of divine sense was exhausted, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Oops! How can there be a field of luck in this ghost place?" The soldiers were shocked, and hurriedly sent a cavalry team north to find Uwe Shanyu.

The rest of the people stood guard at the gate of the city, looking at each other in blank dismay, feeling that waiting like this was not an option.

Shan Yu also has strong enemies to deal with in the north, and he may not be able to arrive in time, and the Shaman is in critical condition, so it may not be too long.

A grandmaster warrior was silent for a moment, gritted his teeth and said:
"The field of luck...is not unsolvable."

"The condensed front of thousands of troops and horses is enough to break the luck and allow us to rescue the shaman."

"It's just that the realm of martial saints is too strong. If we rush in, many people may die."

Another grandmaster general laughed out loud after hearing this, and looked back at the tens of thousands of Northern Plains cavalrymen, and asked loudly:
"Boys, are you afraid of death?"

(End of this chapter)