From a small soldier in the frontier army, an immortal god of war was born

Chapter 124 Xiao Guoguo, you are not allowed to peek!

Hearing this, Wu Fengdeng looked at A Xuan, who continued, "Little Pot, this is our most powerful weapon!"

“How do you record this?”

"I also heard it from the old man in the village."

Ah Xuan knelt down respectfully, with a very pious look on her face: "Back then, King Gou Jian of Yue was blessed by Apu Yu, and a magic stone was sent down. Then, Ou Yezi used the magic stone to forge eight weapons."

"With these eight weapons, the King of Yue's army will be invincible and will soon unify our Baiyue."

"But later, for some reason, we were defeated repeatedly in the Central Plains, and the King of Yue's eight soldiers disappeared."

"I never thought that I could see the sun blocked from here. This must be a sign from Apyu..."

As she spoke, she began to chant some words that Wu Fengdeng could not understand, which should be a prayer spell.

He then withdrew his gaze and looked at the broken guns in the stone trough, thinking to himself: "In this case, when the eight soldiers of King Yue disappeared, they must have been repelled by the vassal states of the Central Plains. Although they often have disputes, they are still united in front of this foreign race."

"So the Sun-Covering Sword must have been broken at that time. What kind of powerful means must have been used to break such a magical weapon?"

"That's secondary. The key question is, what is the relationship between this gun and the spirit tree?"

Wu Fengdeng looked up at the top. It seemed that there was no connection, but he always felt that it was not that simple.

"Brother Fengdeng!"

While he was thinking, Jiang Qiyu's voice instantly brought him back to reality. He saw that the sun-covering object suddenly trembled and then suddenly rose up!

A cold, bloody aura instantly spread.

"retreat!"

Wu Fengdeng shouted loudly, and Jiang Qiyu hurriedly pulled Axuan to the door, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

However, perhaps because he realized that Wu Fengdeng was in the greatest danger, Yanri turned around in the stone chamber and directly ignored Jiang Qiyu and the other person, pointing the sharp tip of his gun straight at his face!

In an instant, the red glass spear stabbed out and accurately intercepted it in the air.

click!
The red glass spear suddenly cracked and stabbed forward fiercely in front of Wu Fengdeng's rapidly shrinking pupils!

"Brother Fengdeng!"

Jiang Qiyu shouted anxiously and was about to step forward to cast a spell to help in the battle, but his eyes fixed and he stopped where he was.

slap~
Fresh red blood dripped onto the floor at his feet. The broken red glass gun was scattered all over the floor. The tip of the gun that covered the sun also stopped at the center of Wu Fengdeng's eyebrows, humming softly and unable to move.

On the ferocious blade, a hand was tightly grasping it, and blood was spreading and flowing along the complex carvings.

Boom~
The invisible evil spirit spread out again, raising dust and dead leaves.

In just a moment, Wu Fengdeng's blood had dyed the traces of Yanri's broken body red, and the gun body was shaking more and more violently.

"Yes, that's right!"

Ah Xuan stared at him closely with her large, watery eyes, and exclaimed, "The Eight Soldiers of the King of Yue are psychic, and they like the blood of soldiers that is full of evil spirits. After so many years, their marks have long been erased."

"It's Xiao Guoguo. He used his blood to make Yanri recognize his master again!"

"Recognize the master? Does that mean there is no danger?"

"Uh-huh!"

"That's good."

Jiang Qiyu then felt relieved a little, and then he saw Wu Fengdeng clap his hands, and the Sun-Smoke Suspended in the air was caught steadily.

"This is the real magic weapon!"

His face showed ecstasy. After Yanri was soaked in his own blood, it was as if he had an extra arm. Although his hand was cold and heavy, he could still feel a strong sense of intimacy.

The only drawback is that the Sunshade is in a dilapidated state after all. Once you establish a connection with it, you can feel its decadence, like a wounded lion.

"I don't know if there is any way to complete it. I'll go to Xianyang later to see if Ying Zheng has any solution."

Wu Fengdeng muttered to himself as he waved it a few times, gradually getting used to its six hundred kilograms weight.

Then an idea popped into his mind.

Since this gun was broken into pieces and then glued together by mysterious energy, I wonder if it can be broken again?

Perhaps sensing his thoughts, the spear in his hand suddenly broke apart, turning into more than twenty pieces that poured into the wrist guard of Wu Fengdeng's left arm.

In an instant, Wu Fengdeng felt his left arm was cold. He lifted up his sleeve and saw that Yanri was already clinging to his arm like a piece of clothing, and was flashing a faint red light. He could clearly feel the blood in his body flowing into it bit by bit.

"Come."

Wu Fengdeng responded in his heart again, and these fragments peeled off one after another and quickly condensed into the shape of a spear.

This happened three times before he finally started to smile in a good mood.

Finally, I don’t have to carry a rifle everywhere I go!
Although guns are suitable for battlefields, they are not suitable for daily carrying. They are not as convenient as swords that can be hung around the waist and can also be used for aesthetic decoration.

In the past, in order not to attract attention, he could only wrap his spear and carry it on his back, which made his daily movements inconvenient.

However, at this time, the sun-covering device could attach to his body as he wished, and it could not be seen at all when he put on clothes. This little feature really touched Wu Fengdeng's heart.

This time it really came!
"Xiao Guoguo, how do you feel?" At this time, Axuan came over curiously.

"This gun is great. It looks like we're very lucky this time."

"Really?! You really are a strange person!"

There was a lot of admiration in Axuan's eyes. She had always lived in various customs and legends and was extremely determined. She believed that those who could gain the recognition of the Eight Soldiers of the King of Yue were all extraordinary people and gods!
Small pot too!
At night, a drizzle began to fall in the mountains. A fire was burning in the repaired wooden house, with two wild rabbits roasted until they were golden and juicy, and the whole house was filled with fragrance.

Jiang Qiyu and Axuan knelt beside the fire, chuckling and chatting. The orange flames cast a hazy glow on their faces, which was very beautiful.

Wu Fengdeng sat in front of the door, gently stroking the sunshade, and occasionally looked up at the dark forest in front of him with a far-reaching gaze.

"Then I just have to wait until the end of August. I hope that the red pearl grass can really grow under the spiritual tree. Otherwise, I will have to go to the Yin-Yang family at all costs."

"By then, even if I have to use all my connections and favors, I will have to kill that damn Xiang Jun and get the antidote."

roar~
Aqiuqiu's chubby body rolled in and lay down next to Wu Fengdeng, still sucking bamboo shoots in his mouth.

I reached out and touched its wet fur. It seemed to enjoy itself by spreading its limbs, revealing its white belly covered with mud.

Crunchy~
"Brother Fengdeng, the meal is ready!"

"Little pot pot!"

"coming."

The barbecued meat without any seasoning was full of its original aroma. Wu Fengdeng ate one while Jiang Qiyu and A Xuan shared one. The fire crackled, making the corners of the three people's mouths shine with oil.

As it was too late, Ah Xuan did not go home today. She spread soft leaves on the tidied wooden bed and slept in Jiang Qiyu's arms. The rustling sounds of their whispers intertwined with the drizzle outside.

The next morning.

I don’t know what the two girls talked about last night. Axuan simply wrote a few words on the leaves with charcoal and asked the iron-eating beast to send it back home.

"Aqiuqiu, be good and go home. Tell my husband and mom that I will be back home after playing for a few more days."

Ah Xuan stroked the furry head of the iron-eating beast, and the latter rubbed its head on her face as if it understood, then rolled into the forest with a leaf in its mouth.

"Sister Jiang, let's go quickly!"

Ah Xuan called Jiang Qiyu over, took Jiang Qiyu's arm, smiled sweetly and was about to leave. Wu Fengdeng beside her asked suspiciously, "What are you doing?"

"Ah Xuan said there's a beautiful pond nearby, let's go play in the water." "Little Pot!"

Ah Xuan turned around and pouted, "Don't peek!"

Jiang Qiyu's cheeks also blushed slightly. She looked at Wu Fengdeng shyly, her mouth slightly open but hesitant to speak.

"Hurry up! Hurry up!"

Seeing that they were getting along well, Wu Fengdeng was too lazy to get involved and began to practice the art of war in the dawn.

The next three days were the same. The two girls had a great time in Qiling Mountain, swimming, picking herbs, weaving straw hats... every day was different.

Ah Xuan wanted to cherish the last moments of her life and play, and Jiang Qi Yu also completely relaxed for the first time since leaving the academy.

At noon on the fourth day, under the sunlight and swaying shadows of the trees, they lay quietly in the wooden house and took a nap.

Wu Fengdeng finished his morning practice and was washing his face with water when he suddenly heard some noise from a distance.

It sounds like the direction is...the top of the mountain?
Just as his expression gradually became solemn, Jiang Qiyu in the room seemed to have noticed something and his eyes opened instantly.

"Brother Fengdeng."

She let go of the hand that was holding Axuan, floated out silently, and looked towards the top of the mountain.

"There seems to be someone there."

"There is only a spiritual tree on the top of the mountain. I guess they came here for it or the Crimson Pearl Grass."

Wu Fengdeng said in a deep voice, then glanced at the wooden house and said, "I'll go take a look, you wait here for me."

"I'll go with you, too."

Jiang Qiyu was a little worried about Wu Fengdeng being alone, and the latter hesitated for a moment before nodding: "Okay."

Wu Fengdeng often went to the top of the mountain these days, so he climbed up very familiarly and found a crevice in the rocks to hide with Jiang Qiyu.

At this time, there were four people standing on the top of the mountain.

One of them was a middle-aged man wearing local clothes, with dark yellow skin, thick beard and short eyebrows, and a slightly flattering smile on his face.

The other three were young men and women, all wearing wide silk robes with many patterns on them, which looked gorgeous and noble.

Wu Fengdeng narrowed his eyes slightly: "Could this be the Thousand Witches Gang and the distinguished guest from the Chu State?"

At this moment, Jiang Qiyu quietly held his hand and slowly wrote two words on his palm.

【yin and yang】

"Yin Yang family?"

Wu Fengdeng's eyes were slightly startled, and Jiang Qiyu nodded as if he could understand his gaze.

He nodded his chin, and murderous intent gradually filled his eyes.

Probably got it.

Previously, Xiang Jun of the Yin-Yang School had mentioned in a letter to Nüba that he wanted her to come here when she had time, but he did not expect that Nüba failed in her mission and died.

So he sent other disciples to look for the Crimson Pearl Grass.

As for the Thousand Witches Gang, they are probably so fawning and humble because they are afraid of the strength of the Yin-Yang Family. After all, the Yin-Yang Family is a super sect with profound heritage, and the Thousand Witches Gang is at best a local snake that can only obey this behemoth.

After realizing this, Wu Fengdeng was ready to take action.

Let’s not talk about the Crimson Pearl Herb for now. If these three people can be captured alive, even if they cannot reveal the current hiding place of the Yin-Yang Family, they can at least get some clues.

"Six wizard masters, are these rumors of yours just bullshit?"

At this time, one of the Yin-Yang School's disciples stepped hard on the ground and frowned, saying, "These are all weeds. How can the Crimson Pearl Yao Grass grow here?"

"It should be fine. This is a common record in all the ancient books handed down from the surrounding area."

"Have you ever seen the oldest immortal?"

“…No.”

"Brother, it's better to believe it than not. Anyway, this place has beautiful mountains and rivers. Let's wait until the end of August to see."

"Yes, this is my first time in Baiyue. It is a wonderful thing to travel around the mountains and rivers here."

"You just want to play around. If you return empty-handed, Lord Xiangjun will refine you first!"

……

The chattering sound was very chaotic. When Wu Fengdeng was thinking about how to proceed, a crisp sound suddenly came from the bottom of the mountain.

"Sister Jiang! Little Pot!"

"Where are you guys?!"

Wu Fengdeng secretly cried out that it was not good. Sure enough, the four men's faces suddenly changed and they all took out their weapons: "Which one?!"

"I hear the sound down there, go down and take a look!"

The four of them wanted to jump down immediately, but in an instant, bamboo leaves appeared out of nowhere and directly submerged them!
"who!"

"Flowing flowers and floating leaves! This is the way of Taoism!"

The only female disciple among the four had a sinister look in her eyes. She took out a round metal fan from her wide sleeves and waved it vigorously. A strong wind blew over and instantly blew away all the bamboo leaves in front of her.

The bamboo leaves dispersed, but she was stunned by the lightning, and a red figure was reflected in her deep brown eyes.

The stern gaze, flowing black hair and pretty face made her think of a name involuntarily.

Wu Fengdeng!
Clang clang!
But he saw him press his left hand lightly, and metal fragments flew out of the wrist guard, and with a clang, a ferocious spear condensed!
puff~
Yanri transformed into a dragon roar and pierced the female disciple's heart with lightning speed. Blood spurted out, making the remaining three people look horrified.

“You you you…Wu Fengdeng!”

“You are here!”

The remaining two Yin-Yang School disciples screamed and cried out, their expressions collapsing.

If we were to say who has been the most talked-about person in the Yin-Yang family recently, it would be Wu Fengdeng.

This person first killed Shao Xuanming and deposed Shao Zhurong, and later caused the legitimate son Shao Dian to die on the battlefield. Even the real high-level god of the Yin-Yang family, Nüba, was defeated by him.

This series of achievements was simply a miracle in the eyes of all Yin-Yang School disciples. Although most of them had never seen it, they would still subconsciously feel a tightness in their hearts whenever it was mentioned.

This was especially true for these two people, who had originally thought that carrying out a mission in the complicated land of Baiyue would be a good job, as they only needed to find some herbs. However, they never dared to imagine that they would encounter the evil god Wu Fengdeng!

"run."

"run!"

Although they are all in the middle stage of Tongjing realm and their cultivation is comparable to Wu Fengdeng, they are not naive enough to think that they can match him.

Even Nüba failed, so if you provoke her yourself, you will be courting death!
But as soon as they turned around, they found that a woman in blue had completely blocked their way. The strange aura on her body was no weaker than Wu Fengdeng's.

"You two, why don't you put down your weapons and let's talk."

Wu Fengdeng pushed the corpse away, and the blood-drinking sun shone brightly. The cracked round sun gradually turned black and red, and became more enchanting.

"I'm going to cover the sun!"

The six wizard masters’ eyes widened instantly.

(End of this chapter)