I have a long pupil

Chapter 107
The wind and snow were flying, and the wind was bitter.

Above the wilderness, there is a vast expanse.

"drive!"

Horseshoes broke through the snow, flags fluttered, and a large group of cavalry galloped along the official road.

They were wearing silver armor, with red cloaks flying around behind their backs. Although their faces were purple from the cold, they still had firm eyes. They were obviously the elite of the army.

In the middle of the team, guerrilla general Fu Huaiyi touched the brocade box on the back from time to time, worried that it would be lost.

He is the son of a general, and his ancestors had a glorious past. He was not successful in Yujing City, and he made a living in the Imperial Forest Army.

Originally, he thought that this trip was simply to welcome back the treasure. He did not miss this kind of task, and King Huaizhou was very happy and did not make things difficult.

However, what he saw along the way made him terrified.

Sleeping in a ruined temple in the mountains, the wind is strong at night, the shadows in the woods are vague, I don't know what is peeping...

Passing by the barren tomb, thick fog suddenly rose, and a woman in red was hovering around. Several soldiers were stunned, and they rode their horses into the thick fog and disappeared...

In the dilapidated mountain village, there was constant thunder in the winter night. When I woke up the next day, the gecko the size of a wolf dog had turned into charcoal on the old tree, and the stench was pungent...

Fortunately, the treasured sword in this box was more and more miraculous, and it often warned the police, and even unsheathed it by itself to frighten away the evil spirits, so that they returned to the capital safely.

Even so, more than a dozen people died.

Fu Huaiyi touched the brocade box behind him again, looked into the distance and said, "Brothers, hold on for a while, we'll be there soon!"

All the soldiers were excited when they heard the words.

This journey is really difficult.

hum!
At this moment, the treasured sword in the box rang.

"alert!"

Fu Huaiyi was shocked and ordered loudly.

All the soldiers immediately rode their horses into a group, bent their bows and set their arrows, and looked in all directions.

The wind and snow howled, and the wilderness was silent.

However, no one dared to be careless, and Baodao warned several times on the road, but nothing happened.

call!
At some point, the surrounding wind became louder, the snow was mixed with thick fog, and the vision was blurred.

Fu Huaiyi couldn't help cursing angrily, "Mom, it's so close to the capital, why are there still these things..."

Before the words fell, the voice came to mind in the wind and snow.

"Anyone playing music again?"

"Well, it seems to be an erhu..."

"Why do I want to cry..."

The soldiers listened carefully, some couldn't help crying, while some' eyes gradually became dull.

Clang!
The sound of the sword in the box woke everyone up.

"Be careful, don't get lost!"

Fu Huaiyi roared, gritted his teeth and said, "Don't waste time, we break through, and shoot all those who can move to death with random arrows!"

"Here!"

With an order, the cavalry rode their horses again.

Buzz!
In the dense fog ahead, there was another strange sound.

"Fire arrows!"

shhhhhh!
Random arrows flew into the dense fog, and the strange sound still did not stop.

Suddenly, a large group of poisonous bees flew out of the thick fog, each of them was as big as a thumb, and rushed into the cavalry team in an instant.

Ah!
A scream rang out.

The soldiers could only feel a buzzing in front of their eyes, beating wildly, but they couldn't escape the poisonous bees.

The poisonous bee's stinger was extremely ferocious, and when it touched it, it immediately swelled up and black blood flowed horizontally.

Many people were dizzy, their lips turned purple, and they fell directly from the horses, screaming and being silent.

Not only that, dozens of people rushed out of the dense fog, including men and women, monks, laymen and Taoists.

Some of them sprayed poisonous smoke from their mouths, and the soldiers they touched immediately screamed again and again, and their skin hissed...

Some threw throwing knives, the knives were dark, turned in the air, and slashed across the necks of soldiers...

Some are as strong as wild beasts, jumping at the soldiers all at once, biting their throats frantically...

In less than a moment, only the guerrilla general Fu Huaiyi was left alive. Enduring the severe pain on his face from the bee venom, he stepped back a few steps, drew his bow and shot.

call out!
The arrow flew out, but was randomly knocked away by a square-faced Confucian student with a fan, and said indifferently: "Hand over the things, and I will let you die happily."

"thing…"

Fu Huaiyi immediately knew what he was talking about, and begged bitterly: "Give it to all the heroes, and please spare my dog's life."

While speaking, he removed the rear knife case.

Suddenly, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, he opened the box directly, pulled out a scimitar from inside, and roared, "Hey, the demon will die!"

This scimitar is obviously in the style of the Western Regions, and there is a scorpion tail on the handle. It is old and still shining golden.

Fu Huaiyi knew that even if he handed over the sword, he would die, so he might as well fight it out and hope for the power of the sword.

However, he yelled and danced for a long time, but the sword didn't move at all.

"Hahaha!"

When the people around saw it, they burst out laughing.

Xu Lingxu and Wu Laosi, a hunchbacked old man in black, also walked out of the thick fog slowly.

Xu Lingxu frowned, "What's the point of talking to him, grab your things and leave!"

When Fu Huaiyi heard this, he felt desperate.

click!
At this moment, the golden scorpion tail on the handle suddenly buckled, piercing his wrist, and blood flowed out immediately.

Fu Huaiyi was shocked, but the knife seemed to be born in his hand, and he couldn't shake it off.

Not only that, a numbness also spread from the arms, and soon the body could not move.

At the same time, whispers sounded from afar.

Whoosh whoosh!
Fire men descended from the sky one by one, densely packed, like a shower of meteors and fire.

"Be careful, back off!"

Xu Lingxu's pupils shrank, and he ordered loudly.

However, it's too late.

These burning people were extremely fast, and among the 72 evil spirits, even a few people were thrown, burning all over, screaming and rolling on the ground.

Fortunately, they were originally masters of the green forest. After joining the Killing Sect, they even got supernatural powers and spells. Most of them escaped by luck.

However, the Huo Luo Sect's Vulcan Swimming Art is full of spirituality, and if it misses a hit, it will quickly scatter, chasing after it like maggots on the tarsus.

This is the case in the battle of spells and spells. They are all mortal bodies, and they will die if they touch each other. As long as they are ambushed by a sneak attack, they will fall into a disadvantage.

"The news got out, grab the things and leave!"

Xu Lingxu was so angry that he waved the black flag in his hand, scattered all the firemen along the way, and rushed towards the guerrilla general Fu Huaiyi.

Most of the ordinary believers of the Shasheng Sect were slaughtered by Zhang Biao in the Li Mansion, and 72 Sha killed and injured many people here.

A punishment is unavoidable, if you can't even snatch the precious sword, with the leader's crazy temper, maybe your life will be in danger.

And Fu Huaiyi's state at this time is also a little weird.

Holding the treasured sword in his hand, with blood dripping on his wrist, he lowered his head and remained motionless.

Just as Xu Lingxu and 72 Sha approached, he suddenly raised his head, his muscles twitched and contorted, his eyes were dull, emitting a faint golden light.

His face was indifferent and unhuman.

"God hit?!"

Xu Lingxu was startled, and quickly backed away.

In this case, he heard from the Shasheng leader that it was possessed by a vulgar god, and the muscles trembling all over his body were manifested by channeling orifices.

Although it is inevitable that he will suffer a serious illness later, but at this time, with the blessing of divine power, his combat power has doubled.

Although he was not afraid, the Huo Luo Sect was hiding in the dark at the moment, and if he was attacked by surprise, he would die.

72 Sha several people, but do not know how powerful.

The man who spewed poisonous smoke just now, his chest bulged, and green poisonous smoke suddenly spewed out, covering Fu Huaiyi's whole body.

Clang!
The sound of the dragon chant sounded, and Fu Huaiyi had rushed out of the poisonous smoke, without a single scar on his body, holding a scimitar, jumping like an animal, with an astonishing speed, and swish, swish, swish, just a few knives.

All of a sudden, people's heads flew around.

"The wind is tight, scream!"

Everyone in the Killing Sect also reacted, knowing that there was nothing to do today, they rushed into the thick fog and disappeared.

Fu Huaiyi didn't pursue him either, but stood there with a scimitar in his hand, twisting his head, looking a little weird.

Not long after, the thick fog dissipated.

In the open space far from the official road, a raging fire had already been ignited. Dozens of monks from the Huo Luo Cult sat around and worshiped, all of them pale, obviously exhausted.

The leader is none other than Arold.

He took a few people forward and carefully removed the treasured sword from Fu Huaiyi's hand, who immediately collapsed to the ground.

Arold shook his head and said, "Take this general away, he will be the Dharma Protector Saint in the future."

An older Hu monk next to him shook his head and said, "Unexpectedly, the Killing Sect would really come to rob the sword. If it wasn't for Tai Sui's warning, the consequences would be disastrous."

"This time I offended the Shasheng Sect, even Li Guiren belongs to them, so I should report to Emperor Liang as soon as possible."

Arold shook his head and said, "It's not that simple."

"The old lion is the most suspicious. My Huo Luo Sect is very powerful in the Yuzhen Mansion. The emperor even invited the six gates and the imperial army to participate in this god feast ceremony, just to check and balance."

"This matter cannot be revealed by us!"

After finishing speaking, he looked at the sky, "It's almost noon, send out a signal to ask Jingzhao Mansion to send someone to collect the corpse..."

…………

In a trance, Zhang Biao woke up faintly.

Just like last time, Nuo Mian contains a lot of information, and with his way of doing things, most of them have been unconscious for a long time.

Leaving the secret room, the sky is already bright.

"It's already noon..."

Zhang Biao muttered, turned around and went back, and meditated in the hall before he fully recovered.

He tried it again last night, after taking the qi and blood soup, the Yanghuo erysipelas increased again, so he didn't dare to use it any more, so he could only meditate and rest his mind.

When he was full of energy, he took out the Nuo face to accompany him, and looked at it carefully, his eyes were full of surprises.

The power of the technique that follows the same vein is really tyrannical.

Their spells are all divine spells, but they don't believe in gods, but specialize in dealing with vulgar gods.

Divine Art: Divine Feast.

He once eavesdropped on Huo Luojiao Arod, but the other party meant that it was a gift from the gods, and to serve a line of gods was to hunt the gods.

Refining the body of the gods into pills to strengthen oneself.

Take the incense from the gods and store the divine power.

This is a whole set of techniques, specially used to deal with the remnants of vulgar gods, similar to the Jiangliang lineage, using the bodies of ghosts and gods as medicine fields.

The role of Nuomian Weisui is to detect the traces of common gods and absorb and store the divine power of incense and fire.

Divine Art: Royal God.

As the name suggests, the technique is to capture the vulgar gods and serve as slaves and helpers. It needs to snatch sacrificial vessels and refine and control them.

It looks fierce, but it is the same as the method of controlling spirit beasts. If the opponent's strength is higher than your own, there will be a risk of backlash.

Divine Art: Forbidden God, is the art of banning vulgar gods.

Divine Art: Cursing God is a spell used to deal with gods.

These three kinds of magical arts all consume the divine power stored in the Nuo Mian.

Lu Xianggong was suppressed by forbidden magic, and he didn't break out until the divine power in Nuo Mian was exhausted.

For the time being, he can't cultivate the divine art of following one lineage, unless he kills a vulgar god, and then uses the Nuomian to seize the divine power of incense and fire.

Even so, the knowledge contained in it made it easier for him to deal with the lay god sect in the future.

Also, I don't know if the strange fleshy Buddha body in the tunnel can be used to make alchemy...

Throwing aside the distracting thoughts in his heart, Zhang Biao took out the Nuo mask beam from his bosom, and slowly put it on his head.

Immediately afterwards, the Nuo face committee was covered on it, blood was smeared, and true energy was continuously injected.

As the true energy was consumed, strange things happened.

The two Nuo noodles, which seem to be made of bronze, slowly stretched out filaments, constantly twisting and entangled.

The surrounding area of ​​the Nuo face gradually extends, as if there is only the first half of the general's helmet, while the ferocious Nuo face gradually becomes thinner.

After a long time, this change slowly disappeared.

Zhang Biao squeezed the yin and yang seals, and his true energy circulated.

Whoa!

The Nuo face committee followed, turned into Jiang Liang...

(End of this chapter)