Dao Fruit

Not to mention the monks, even the soldiers and generals who were marching with the army heard everything.

"Who made the noise? It seemed to come from far away? Could it be that the monks from the grassland are going to attack again? Have our military priests been prepared?"

The generals leading the army were not unfamiliar with similar situations. During the march of more than a month, they had encountered monks attacking the camp several times, but the military strategists had a set of countermeasures in advance. They took precautions in setting up camps and soldiers and braves in the military formation. Even if they were negligent, they could rely on the formation and the blood and qi to reduce the losses.

Moreover, the court was launching an offensive at the moment, and many priests from the Five Military Governor's Office gathered here and scattered in various armies, ready to be deployed at any time.

This was the court's army. When facing extraordinary abilities, they defended with formations and responded and contained with priests.

However, compared with the past, this time, the generals leading the army could still sense something bad from the words, and they felt a little throbbing in their hearts, but strangely, the mirage that spread across the grassland had little effect on the soldiers of the Da Rui army, and they could not see the strange phenomenon with their naked eyes.

Only those who hold official positions, military positions, and have a higher fate, or generals with high cultivation and martial arts, can detect it.

But with the military order in hand, even if they have doubts, they cannot go over to investigate, and their consciousness is connected to the military formation, and they are not captured by the mirage at all.

On the other hand, many people who have been hiding for a long time have nothing to hide under the mirage. Most of them are dressed in Taoist costumes, and they are obviously monks who have come down from the mountains to enter the world, but they are more cautious. They did not directly interfere with the dynasty's conquest like Ding Chunzi. Instead, they chose to watch.

However, these people have different purposes. Some are for the rise and fall of luck, some are for the confrontation between the two countries, and some are targeting Qiu Yan.

Among them, three cultivators are the most representative.

"This Qiu Yan is really difficult to deal with. After learning that he went down the mountain, we rushed here immediately, but encountered him completing the classics. Then he gathered people and horses, derived blood and military forces, and was closely connected with the luck of Longting. It was not easy to rob him. Later, he inspired Su Gong's thoughts. Now he is completing another classic, and he has also offended the grassland power. It is even more difficult to end. But since he is the candidate for the next generation of Taoist master, he can't just leave it alone. After all, the vacancy of Jinwu Taoist has been vacant for a long time..."

One of them spoke, and the other two nodded.

If Qiu Yan was present, he would recognize at a glance that the two people who nodded were clearly the two old men of Jinwu. He had been caught by him and sealed his cultivation. He brought him with him, but later asked the two to copy the Taoist books and some of his own reading insights, and released the two old men based on this.

When the two elders left, they were also amazed, saying that Qiu Yan would keep his word and they admired him. However, Qiu Yan first defeated the crow and then captured the Golden Crow, making enemies with the Golden Crow Dao. He was regarded as a candidate for the new generation of Golden Crow Dao by the sect. They wanted to capture him and change his mind and refine him into other characters. They would not give up the pursuit easily.

Originally, Qiu Yan was in the capital. Even if the cultivators of the Golden Crow Dao had great magical powers, they had to be cautious and could not take action. Later, when Qiu Yan left the capital with the delegation and went north, some people were suspicious. They knew that Qiu Yan had a grudge with the Taoist sect and realized that once the news spread, someone would come to hear the news.

The three people of the Golden Crow Dao were one of them. Due to various reasons, they were unable to take action before, but they were always paying attention. At the same time, they had been on guard for a long time and did not dare to underestimate Qiu Yan. When the mirage appeared, their thoughts were almost drawn out, but because they were well prepared and had the treasure of settling the soul, they did not fall into the trap.

However, while they were talking, the luck of the three suddenly fluctuated, and the cause and effect suddenly jumped, and was pulled out to link, merged into the mirage, and then connected layer by layer, and merged with the air column deep in the grassland!

This made the three monks jump.

"We don't go to find him, but he actually comes to us on his own initiative!?"

The thought fell, and the perception and consciousness followed the cause and effect connection, crossed the layers of obstacles, and went straight to a place!

Many people gathered here early, and the shadows were all transformed by a wisp of consciousness, all carrying their own breath and artistic conception, evolving various scenes, revealing uneven cultivation.

In the center of the crowd, a man in Confucian clothes and holding a stone staff was painting a grassland scene on a part of a long white paper. Every stroke sent out waves of ripples, causing the thoughts of the crowd to tremble!

This person is Qiu Yan!

Gathered here is a wisp of thought from many monks on the grassland.

"After making such a scene, we have to see how he ends it."

"Is this man the Central Plains man who has been making a lot of noise recently?"

"He is quite courageous. Now that he has angered him, it will be a disaster!"

...

When the three people from Jinwu Dao arrived, they heard the discussions. They all had their own thoughts, but they were also shocked by Qiu Yan's handwriting.

"Is he trying to catch all the magical people on the grassland?"

As they looked at each other, the three felt the invisible pressure emanating from Qiu Yan, and realized that those who were talking in low voices seemed casual, but in fact, they were all facing a great enemy, using words to divide the tension in their hearts, relaxing on the outside and tightening on the inside, and guarding against Qiu Yan.

"When writing in the classics, the power of the writer itself is irrelevant. Once he attacks it, it is actually competing with the human laws corresponding to the classics." The two Jinwu elders looked at each other and understood the reason.

They had heard of and seen many characters in books, but there were not many people who would take advantage of this opportunity to fight the enemy. Even the masters of military strategists and some of them who had achieved great accomplishments would not be so arrogant as to challenge all the cultivators in the entire area.

Although everyone was wary, they were not optimistic about Qiu Yan's fate.

"So majestic!"

At this time, a sneer came from a distance, and a man stepped forward with his head held high, walking from a distance. Beside him, dark holes appeared one after another, in square shapes, like the entrances to strange spaces.

"Stealing the luck of the grassland, destroying the vitality of the people on the grassland, and gathering all the monks on the grassland, could it be that they want to go on a killing spree?"

Wherever he passed, monks with grassland backgrounds bent down one after another and called him "Great Chanyu".

"Da Chanyu?"

This title made many monks from the Central Plains change their expressions and think of a rumor.

"Are the rumors true? Is this person really alive? However, didn't it mean that he was suppressed by Feng Langhou? Why does he appear here? Is it because of just a ray of thought?"

While they were thinking, Da Shanyu turned his gaze and swept across the crowd. Everyone touched by his gaze had a thought, and their whole body was filled with chills. That ray of consciousness was about to dissipate!

"Are you Central Plains monks all accomplices?"

Fortunately, he just took a look and left without stopping.

The Great Chanyu didn't walk very fast, giving people the feeling of strolling in a leisurely courtyard, but if he looked at it carefully, it was difficult to catch his movement track.

When he walked, he always had a sneer on his face, and his face was as cold as ice. Judging from his appearance, he looked only about thirty years old, but he had a certain dignity.

Before he could reach Qiu Yan, the square, dark holes around him suddenly expanded, forming layers upon layers.

"If you want to go wild on the grassland, I want to see what you are capable of!"

After saying that, dozens or hundreds of holes expanded and were scattered around in disorder. The dark scene inside changed dramatically, with various brilliance and auras. Some were as red as fire and billowing with heat, and some were eerie and cold. It's biting and cold, and some areas are green and full of vitality...

"What kind of magical power is this? It's not like an illusion, it seems to be connected to many real worlds!" The two elders of Jinwu and others looked at it and immediately became wary.

In the corner, Taoist Master Feihu, who was leading several monks to watch the changes, also had his eyes twitching: "This is a method of opening a passage out of thin air! The aura leaking out of one of the holes is the same as the ghostly ghost sealed by the gate of my Fengling Dao Mountain. Similar! However, this place seems crowded, but it is actually a virtual space formed by the blending of order when the humane classics were formed. It is similar to the world of Shilin, but it cannot last long. The people who appear here are all transformed by thoughts and communicated with each other. Space should be just a projection of artistic conception..."

As soon as the thought fell, there was a sudden roar of people and horses neighing in the holes, and then groups of riders rushed out, all carrying bows, but the weapons they held were different, some were scimitars, some were halberds, and some were iron chains. , some are long whips...

They rushed out from different holes, with different weapons in their hands, and different phenomena on their bodies. Some were burning with flames, some were covered in cold air, some had quicksand under their horses' hooves, and some riders were simply skeletons and disappeared. flesh!

Boom!

Horse hooves passed by, and there were bursts of muffled thunder. Dark clouds gathered above, and the dark thunder flashed endlessly. It was actually human thunder.

I heard the Great Chanyu sneer and say: "Don't think that you are the only one in the world who can win the favor of humanity. Your entrustment is really a way to die! It all depends on how you deal with my move!"

"Being able to compete with different human beings is exactly what Qiu wanted! What's there to regret?" Unexpectedly, Qiu Yan smiled when faced with thousands of horses crashing and thrust the stone staff into the ground.

bite!

Amidst the crisp sound, ripples radiated from the bottom of the staff and swept in all directions. Wherever it passed, the monks' thoughts changed and they felt that their bodies were heavy and their extraordinary powers were showing signs of being blocked. The various charging soldiers and horses also stopped for a moment, but then recovered.

At the same time, Qiu Yan threw out the pen in his hand and landed on the cavalry team. It exploded and disrupted the team. Then he stretched out his hands, grabbed the roll of drawing paper in front of him, and exerted all his strength!

Here it is!

The drawing paper was torn open by him!

"Huh?" At this time, even the Great Chanyu looked surprised, and then his pupils suddenly dilated, "Could this person want to..."

Before he finished speaking, the two pieces of drawing paper in Qiu Yan's hands changed respectively. One side turned into thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and the other side evolved into boundless grasslands. Then he blew a breath between the two.

The energy changed and turned into a book——

"Northern Xinjiang Chronicle"!