Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

Chapter 100 Destiny is still around

However, because of this inconspicuous little move, word reached the ears of the officers and soldiers on the left and right of the front line. Somehow, it was reported that the back road was cut off and the city where the food, grass, equipment and equipment were gathered fell.

The officers and soldiers relied on a virtual fire to hold on.

The officers and soldiers on the left and right who were unable to contribute to the battle had long been frightened after seeing the miserable situation of the middle route army and the rebel army fighting back and forth in the past few days. They were afraid that one day the governor would not have enough men in the middle route to drag them into the formation.

Now that they heard that their retreat was cut off, the distraught officers and soldiers directly bombed the camp, and then the generals also took advantage of the situation and pulled their respective governors to run away, for fear that they would be made dumplings by the rebels if they ran too slowly.

The officers and soldiers on the left and right routes fled. Chuang Potian was overjoyed and ordered the officers and soldiers who fled on the two routes to face the rebel army and sent a few people to pursue them.

Those defeated troops can be driven from the battlefield.

Most of the remaining soldiers and horses moved closer to Chuang Potian as the core, and all pressed against the governor-general who was still supported by a single tree.

The fierce battle lasted for a day, and the officers and soldiers of the Central Route Army finally couldn't hold on.

The governor also wanted to lead his army to slowly withdraw from the battlefield and retain his strength to fight again.

Bai Yushan, the military advisor on Chuang Potian's side, hurriedly asked everyone to shout - the retreat of the officers and soldiers has been cut off, the reinforcements on the left and right have collapsed, and the army will die without help. Anyone who kills the yellow man and the dragon will be rewarded with ten thousand gold and promoted to the general of an army.

As a result, the officers and soldiers of the Central Route Army also collapsed.

Chuang Potian finally won this victory.

Old Taoist Qingyang stood on the lookout car and looked at the officers and soldiers running in the wilderness, discarding their armor and being defeated. His eyes almost fell to the ground in shock.

He really couldn't understand.

Obviously, the officers and soldiers had a great advantage, so they pressed on to break through the sky in the early stage.

Why was it that just a small rebel army had no choice but to occupy a small county town that had nothing to do with the overall situation of the battlefield, and the officers and soldiers collapsed on both sides?

Isn't this just trying to kill Governor Huang Renlong who is standing in front of him?

Huang Renlong, the white jade pillar holding up the sky in the Jin Dynasty, has fallen over the sea. Who else can fight? Dare to fight?

Even if there are famous generals who are loyal to the emperor, how can the court collect enough money and food for a large army to fight? Where did so many elites come from?

It can be said that the battle at Chuang Potian has wiped out all the powerful officers and soldiers in the northern part of Jin.

The military in the south has always been weak, and neither officers nor soldiers nor a few rebels are a threat to him.

In terms of strength, Chuang Potian is currently the number one person in the Jin Kingdom, the reckless emperor who has not yet sat on the dragon throne.

Old Taoist Qingyang only felt his tooth hurt, his face hurt, and his heart and liver trembled.

In order to cultivate his Hundred Soul Banner and absorb enough souls, he casually said that the destiny created by using a golden light talisman would become a reality.

He also didn't expect that Chuang Po Tian would be so powerful, as if he had a destiny.

It was obviously too late to start the incident and missed the opportunity to play a role in clearing the way for the real dragon.

But there seems to be an invisible hand playing with fate, and Chuang Potian catches the leopard every time.

After leaving the province, the more you fight, the more courageous you become, the more you fight, the stronger you become, and you will win the war!

Now that the main force of the imperial court has been destroyed, the golden road leading to the capital appears in front of Chuang Potian.

Chuang Po Tian is a winner.

But Old Taoist Qingyang is paralyzed.

He could trick the future emperor into taking bad elixirs that consumed his blood and lifespan, thinking that he would train him to become a master so that he could harvest materials for making weapons.

Now, should I run?

Or should I run?

Taoist Priest Qingyang is now in a difficult position.

In the past few years, he had been hanging out with Chuang Po Tian, ​​and he would always perform rituals on the battlefield after every battle. Soon, there were too many dead people, and even if he carefully selected strong souls to absorb them, the Hundred Soul Banner could no longer absorb them.

It's not that there aren't enough fresh and powerful souls on the battlefield, it's that the material of his magic weapon can't keep up and has reached its limit.

If he wants to choose suitable and precious materials and create a powerful magic weapon, it is not something he can do.

One is the lack of materials, and the other is that even if there are materials, a monk with a third level of Qi training does not have such tyrannical power and weapon-making skills. After all, he is not a professional forger.

Two and a half years was enough time for everything in the world to turn upside down. The rogue bandits broke into the sky and became a powerful figure in the Central Plains. A stomp of his foot could make the Jin Kingdom tremble.

But for low-level immortal cultivators, two years is not enough for them to make rapid progress in strength.

Qingyang Lao Dao is still at the third level of Qi training, but the magic weapon Hundred Soul Banner in his hand has been refined extremely powerfully by him, which should be enough to crush the same game.

Since breaking into the sky this year.

Three or five immortal cultivators came to seek refuge with Chuang Potian one after another. Fortunately, their cultivation levels were not very high, and most of them were monks on the second or even first level of Qi training. Old Taoist Qingyang just released his magic aura and malice before scaring them away. these colleagues.

Everyone's purpose is the same, to lean against the big tree to enjoy the shade, and to use this anti-king power to collect some good things for practicing Taoism.

But today's battle with Chuang Po Tian was won so beautifully.

Next, a large number of soldiers and horses will definitely join us, and those colleagues who want to take advantage of it will definitely come.

At that time, I am afraid that there will be a hard fight. If the lies about the elixirs of Taoist Qingyang are revealed, the prospects will be bad. After all, the old Taoist is only a low-level Qi practitioner, not a low-level foundation builder.

If the army cooperates with martial arts masters to encircle and suppress, one may die on the spot if he is not careful.

In this regard, there are true records from the previous dynasty of great masters fighting low-level Qi-training monks.

It's just a fluke that I haven't met such a peer, but once I break through the sky and enter the capital and become the emperor, this national master is a sought-after position for low-level immortal cultivators, and I will definitely encounter strong opponents. He is not a third-level Qi practitioner. It can be stopped.

Taoist Priest Qingyang immediately fell into a dilemma.

Let's run, I'm a little reluctant to give up. In the past few years, there has been a lot of food, grass, gold, silver and rare items in Chuangpotian. Some of them were stolen and some were given as gifts by others.

He actually found a few good materials among those rare items, and even a good sword embryo.

As long as he goes to Xiuxianfang City and sells or forges it to someone, it will be enough to double his fighting strength.

If you don't run away, you're afraid that some of Chuang Po Tian's colleagues will trouble you one day, and you will be caught in the army, and your life will be hard to save.

It is said that man dies for money and birds dies for food.

Now Qingyang is trapped in this difficulty.

"Come on! Let's observe it for a few more days. If something goes wrong, run away immediately!"

"Anyway, I have found out some clues about the foundation construction and overhaul of the cave. Just go back and explore slowly."

Qingyang Lao Dao initially tried out Lu Ye and other people who entered the mountain, but found nothing. Then he stayed with the army in the provincial capital for half a year, exploring the surrounding areas for clues, and he actually found some clues.

He was now certain that the cave where the foundation was being built and overhauled was located in the mountains outside the provincial capital where he and the group of monks fought to the death.

Chuang Potian couldn't stay here any longer, so it would be a good idea to go back and hunt for treasures. As long as you were lucky and spent a little more time, you might gain something.

I don’t dare to dream about inheriting the complete foundation building technique, as long as I get a foundation building pill.

He still settled on the procrastination technique.

Night falls.

The fire and candles in Chuang Po Tian's tent were brightly lit.

At this time, many generals and troops were chasing outside. There were not many people in the tent, only Chuang Potian, military advisor Bai Yushan, Taoist Priest Qingyang and a few servants.

Chuang Potian laughed heartily from the tent!

"You are such a yellow dragon, no matter how heroic you are, won't you be forced to commit suicide by me?"

There was a box placed on the long table in front of him, and inside was a head with angry eyes, a square face and a white face, and it still looked majestic even after death.

But it was Huang Renlong who almost chased Chuang Potian to the sky and into the earth in the decisive battle before.

Seeing that the situation was over, the governor felt that he had no chance to see the king again, so he drew his sword and committed suicide.

"Congratulations to the king!" Bai Yushan bowed to the ground, "Now there will be no obstacles to the capital!"  "But your king, although these yellow people and dragons are their own masters, they are still heroic."

"Now that our army has won a great victory, we have also captured many officers and soldiers. Please give him a generous burial, so that you can calm people's hearts and show your broad mind to the world."

Chuang Potian nodded immediately.

"What the military advisor said is absolutely correct!"

He looked at Taoist Priest Qingyang again.

"When the two armies are fighting, I will ask the Taoist priest to perform a ritual ceremony to dispel the murderous spirit."

"Alas," Chuang Potian sighed, "When I bring peace to the world and end this troubled world, maybe I can stop killing."

"Before that, I will be responsible for this heinous crime alone!"

As Chuang Potian moved from victory to victory, he now truly regarded himself as the master of the world when considering issues.

What was once a ruthless and murderous heart was now covered with a layer of compassion.

Taoist priest Qingyang immediately bowed.

"The king has the world in his heart, and it is indeed his destiny!"

"Pindao must perform rituals well to appease the souls of the dead, so that they will no longer have any resentment and their souls can return to their homes."

Chuang Potian looked at Old Dao Qingyang, with an unclear smile on his face, and said suddenly.

"Taoist Priest, you like to do things for others so much."

"Have you ever thought about it, if you die one day, who will perform the ritual for you?"

Taoist Priest Qingyang felt a chill in his heart when he saw Chuang Potian smiling a little sinisterly.

"The king is joking..."

Halfway through his words, he suddenly rushed towards Chuang Potian.

To capture the thief, capture the king first. As long as Chuang Po Tian is in hand, there is still a chance for a comeback.

Unexpectedly, the inconspicuous servant behind Chuang Potian suddenly had a talisman in his hand and crushed it.

A canopy of milky white soft light bloomed, enveloping Chuang Po Tian and Bai Lu Fan.

Bai Yushan looked horrified, not knowing what was happening.

Taoist Priest Qingyang bumped into him, white light spurted back, and he was actually pushed away!

He took a few steps back, touched his storage bag, and found a large flag in his palm, roaring loudly.

"Which fellow Taoist has ruined my good deeds?"

On the flag, the evil ghost from back then had evolved into four horns, circling and circling around each other, looking up to the sky like a roar, and streams of black air flowed down, covering Taoist Priest Qingyang's whole body.

He was about to shake the Hundred Soul Flag to summon the fierce ghost.

Whoohoo!

There were several slaves standing around the tent, but suddenly, like lightning, they took long soldiers from the weapon racks on both sides and attacked.

A few people in green robes and hats were dressing up as servants before, but now they are taking action.

Each body is more than half swollen, shaped like a diamond, blood energy surrounds the body, true energy is boiling, and the momentum is as deep as a mountain.

Especially the leader, whose body is like a giant touching the sky and as strong as a king holding a pagoda. As he runs, the energy and blood in his body is like a rushing river, making a roaring sound! Make a square halberd.

A loud bang.

Several people struck together, and the blood on the long soldier turned strange ice blue, like a long snake circling. In just one blow, the black light freezing the body of Taoist Qingyang broke and shattered!

The man dressed as a servant behind Chuang Potian waved his hand.

A swallow-shaped stream of light circled around Taoist Priest Qingyang's head.

What a big head fell!

Qingyang was still alive at this time and exclaimed.

"Grandmaster! Flying Sword!"

pat.

The head fell to the ground and rolled around twice before dying with eyes wide open and unable to rest in peace!

Everything that happens in the big tent actually happens between lightning and flint.

Military Advisor Bai Yushan only felt his eyes blink. Taoist priest Qingyang, who had always been favored by the king, first suddenly rushed towards the king with evil intentions, and then retreated and pulled out a long flag from nowhere.

The black air flowed down from Chang Ban like a bell protecting his body, and as a result, several strange faces suddenly transformed into martial arts masters to attack together.

In addition, there was a servant-looking person behind the king who waved casually.

A stream of light flashed by, and Taoist Priest Qingyang's head fell to the ground.

at this time.

Blood burst out of his headless body, spraying nearly ten feet high, as if there was a rain of blood in the tent.

Without its master, the ghost on the big flag had one foot on the ground, but now he could only let out a few roars and was pulled back by the flag.

Bang.

The long banner fell to the ground.

At the same time, the headless body of Taoist Qingyang also fell to the ground.

Bai Yushan trembled, and then he knelt down and kowtowed to Chuang Potian, his voice filled with tears!

"Your Majesty, my subordinates really didn't know that this villain from Qingyang was so bold and dared to assassinate the king and do such a treasonous thing!"

"I have nothing to do with this old Taoist. I hope your Majesty will investigate."

He had not forgotten that he was the one who introduced this Taoist priest to Chuang Potian.

According to the concept of the times, he is Qingyang's guarantor. If anything happens to Qingyang, he will also suffer.

Chuang Potian remained silent and did not speak. He was not angry and proud.

Bai Yushan was so frightened that he was trembling all over.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

"You must trust your subordinates. Your subordinates are as loyal as the sun and the moon!"

"Now the king is about to become a dragon, and his subordinates are clinging to the dragon's tail, and they are about to become the founding princes of the country. No matter how stupid I am, I will never do such a stupid thing!"

"I really don't know anything about this evil thief Qingyang doing such a bold and rebellious thing."

He kowtowed and begged for mercy, scolding Taoist Master Qingyang in his heart.

Is this Taoist priest blinded by lard?

Dare to assassinate King Chuang if you know some sorcery?

He secretly glanced at the servant behind Chuang Potian.

At this time, the other person stood upright, but he was a pale young man with peach blossom eyes and a calm demeanor. He tore it off casually, taking off his slave clothes, revealing a white robe.

As for the martial arts masters who had just attacked Taoist Qingyang with their long weapons, the leader among them had lost his blood and true energy and regained his body shape. He turned out to be just a dwarf with a slight bulge in his back!

But just now, the dwarf turned into a giant and led a group of people to break through Qingyang Lao Dao's body-protecting mysterious light. The power of his actions was astonishing, and the blood flowed in his body, like a big river, pounding on the side.

Bai Yushan also saw many masters in the rebel army, and even the new martial artist Tie Zang had no such abnormality.

Could it be - Grandmaster?

Bai Lufan took a breath of air.

When did the king have so many foreign masters under his command?

Why don't I know?

There was a trace of pain in his heart. He was the general manager of the army, and he had to deal with everything in the past.

It seems that because of Taoist Priest Qingyang, Chuang Potian is probably on guard against him. If he can survive this disaster, he should be cautious in the future, kowtow more and talk less.

(End of this chapter)