Jiangye: I am the immortal of this world

Chapter 104 The prince’s soldiers and soldiers met again, and they were at war with each other!

In the depths of Tianqi Mountain, in a certain flat valley, dozens of animal skin tents were built one after the other.

This is the gathering place of a certain tribe in the barren people, but the young and strong men in the tribe all responded to the call of the tribe elders.

He went to various parts of Tianqi Mountain and fought against the Central Plains people who broke into the barren territory.

Last night, at midnight, there was the temple's Judgment Department, and the priest in black came to execute the ruling, but this morning the deserted people were especially present.

The women and young men in the barren tribe brought firewood, and threw the body of the black-clothed priest who died at the Central Plains man's sword viciously onto the firewood.

The priest in the barren tribe, holding a stone bowl, thanked Ning Que, "Thanks to your help for what happened last night, otherwise our tribe would be gone."

They were just a small tribe of 400 people. The young and middle-aged men in the tribe followed the elders, Tang and others, and hunted down the intruders from the Central Plains in Tianqi Mountain.

The lackeys of the four temples will not let go of the old, young, women and children in the tribe.

Ning Que sat on a big rock, looked at the desolate people who kept throwing firewood towards the firewood pile, and said, "You also gave a lot of dried meat. No matter what time it is, food is always the most important thing."

"Those idiots wanted to kill me, so I had to kill them. You'd better burn these corpses quickly. Who knows if the temple has any mysterious magic and whether it can trace the dead priests?" Where is the whereabouts?"

He treats whoever is kind to him, and it just so happens that these priests wanted to kill him when they came up, so in order to protect himself, he had no choice but to kill these priests of the temple.

It is said that the temple does not support idlers. The priests of these temples are so weak. He, the future great priest, can be regarded as cleaning up some moths in the temple.

The barren priest nodded and said: "It's true that our tribe has been discovered, and we have to hunt in another place. This place is no longer safe. Those lackeys of the temple may come again at some point."

As the only Mingzong disciple left in the tribe, he had to take care of the women and children in the tribe to survive.

Those youths who are still young, after a year or two, will become a strong warrior, they can go to fight with Tang and the others, and they can hunt in the wilderness in the extreme north.

Ning Que took the pottery bowl handed over by the woman beside him, which was a large bowl of simple broth. After finishing half the bowl of broth, Ning Que said: "You guys should leave now, maybe today It’s time for those lackeys from the temple to come over at night.”

The priests of the Judgment Division of the Temple can never be as undisciplined as the soldiers of the Yan Kingdom. If they fail to return overnight, they must be dead.

Then the priests from the Judgment Department will definitely come out in large numbers to enforce the ruling.

After getting acquainted with each other, I didn't yell at him, so I can't just watch these barren people die under the hands of those black-clothed priests!
Compared to barren people, Ning Que felt that he hated himself even more, the priest of the Temple Judgment Department.

Although one day in the future, he would also become the great priest of the temple, he wanted to see how the proud prince would respectfully salute him at that time.

Sometimes having a good teacher is also a kind of capital.

A little panic appeared on the weather-beaten face of the priest of the barren man. Under the order of the priest of the barren man, the barren man who had just lit a fire and burned the corpse of the priest in black in the temple began to pack up their belongings at home.

The tent made of animal skins was disassembled. The soft animal skins became very hard after a night of wind and snow in the winter. Fortunately, the deserter's simple wooden cart did not have any obstacles to block it. .

The wide animal skins were stacked on top of each other on the carts. Nearly 200 people, old, weak, women and children, moved their belongings like ants moving, and gathered their belongings on dozens of carts.

The barren women with rough hands and pale hair, with the help of the dark-skinned and short barren children, pushed the heavy carriage and set foot on the road home.

Ning Que, who had been in Weicheng for a long time, was already used to this kind of scene, because he had seen scenes even more cruel than this.

The bowl of broth quickly reached the bottom, and Ning Que returned the pottery bowl in his hand to the thin, black and barren boy waiting aside.

The deserted boy who took over the pottery bowl was running on the frozen snow!

The priest of the barren man watched with satisfaction. Where would the migrating tribe's next gathering point be?

Suddenly, Ning Que, who was sitting on the rock, seemed to have sensed something. He jumped off the boulder without a trace and hid behind it.

The young man who was running, the future warrior, dropped the pottery bowl in his hand to the hard ground and shattered into a pile of pottery shards.

The hot breath blocked the deserted people's migration path. It was the majestic power from the light.

The black-clothed priests of the Judgment Department of the temple were reciting Haotian scriptures, and the radiance of divine magic emitted from their hands, drawing in the power from Haotian, which was the power of light.

The extremely hot light is magic. The magic from the priests of the Judgment Department of the temple launched a massacre on the migrating tribe of barren people.

The figure of the arrogant prince appeared in Ning Que's sight, and the black-clothed priests in the temple were very complimentary.

The desolate man turned into ashes in the extreme light, and the desolate man's priest could not escape the magic from the temple.

For the priests of the temple, this is a purification, a purification carried out in order to maintain the peace of the countries in the Central Plains.

Long Qing stood at the foot of the hill in the distance, looking at Ning Que who was hiding under the boulder, a look of comfort appeared on Long Qing's face, the mountain climbing was defeated by Ning Que that day, maybe it's okay to see you today, get rid of Dao Xin Up, the deep-seed nail.

"Master's personal disciple, Mister Thirteen of the Academy, helped the desolate people, killed the priests of the temple, and got all the stolen goods. Ning Que, do you have anything else to say?"

The black-clothed priests in the Judgment Department of the temple come from all the countries in the world. They have also heard about this famous Mr. Thirteen for a long time. However, Mr. Thirteen from the academy has joined the Demon Sect.

It should be known that when killing people in the wilderness back then, it was not the temple or the kingdoms of the world that killed the people most viciously, but the iron cavalry of the Tang country.

Ning Que came out from behind the boulder with the Yuan Thirteen Arrow in his hand. He said with a smile, "Long Qing, long time no see. You have learned to slander people."

"My teacher, Master Yan Se, is the great priest of the temple, and I will inherit my teacher's position as the great priest in the future."

"Who in this world would believe that the future great priest of the temple would help Huang Ren?"

He couldn't admit this matter. Once he did, he would scream and kill the Demon Sect in accordance with the temple.

Today, I might really explain it here. The fire over there has been burned out. He added a fire talisman, a bunch of bone scum, can you still recognize whose bone scum is it?
(End of this chapter)