Zhenyin Temple is in the depths of the prairie, as long as it is an outstanding talent of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, or a general or a minister or a hero, as long as it is screened and deemed necessary by the leader above the commander of ten thousand masters, except for a few people who spread the Quartet to deter the enemy, the rest of the heads must be sent to the temple.

It is said that it is inserted in the wooden frame of the temple, and a sign is written that someone will kill someone at some point until the flesh rots and the skull turns to ashes. There are shamans who chant evil scriptures and curses day and night, suppressing their souls and preventing them from being reincarnated.

It is said that there is another temple next to it dedicated to the barbarian heroes, called the Heroic Soul Temple.

But I don't know if the Northern Zhou Dynasty's armed forces are declining day by day, or for other reasons, very few people are sent to snatch back the heads of these heroes.

This news quickly spread throughout the Northern Zhou through underground channels, and everyone who heard it was filled with righteous indignation. Some martial arts people admired her loyalty, and ran around to contact her to save her head, and some people asked why these hot-blooded people were willing to do it, and replied: The court is ungrateful, and the people cast loyal souls.

This sentence spread slowly, and it really slapped the face of the Northern Zhou court, and Xiaomin listened to it quite refreshed. The imperial court has banned books, but there is no way to deal with this kind of rumors spread by word of mouth, it has a calming division that deters hundreds of officials, and there is a royal history platform that can be played, but the only thing lacking is the functional department that blocks the mouth of the world, and it is impossible to send troops to sew the mouths of the people with needles and threads.

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Shi Keqi crouched on a hundred-meter-high mountain, looking at the cavalry that could not see the head and tail passing below, roughly estimated that it should be more than three thousand people, and his heart was filled with powerless despair, not to mention thousands of people, with his current strength, if he was not careful, a hundred and ten brute horsemen could kill him.

The terrain was a stretch of rolling hills on one side and dense flat forests on the other, and the long cavalry procession could only pass in three columns between the mountains and the forest, and a yellow horse in the middle of the line was hunched with a wooden box of feet long and wide, with dark red blood stains of early coagulation attached to it.

Suddenly, a wave of various hidden weapons shot out from the woods at the foot of the mountain, flying locust stones, plum blossom needles, iron thistles, small flying knives, etc., and the black expanse made a strange sound and flew towards the brute horseman. The few brute horsemen walking on the edge couldn't react and were shot into hedgehogs by hidden weapons.

There were twenty people in cloth or brocade clothes, shouting and rushing out from the woods below the mountain, and Shi Keqi shook his head again and again, courage and self-determination are two different things.

The former is a clever measure of the opponent's strength and knows that there is a glimmer of life in desperate combat, while the latter is the ambition of tens of millions of people, but it has little practical significance, except that it can be used as a case of forgetting life and death to inspire people.

When the brute horse heard the sound of the hidden weapon, he shot out hundreds of sharp arrows, and half of the rushing crowd fell in an instant, and half rushed into the team, stirring up a small area of bloody rain.

At this time, a few masters also rushed out on the other side, using light power ladder clouds to fly up step by step, like a fairy with Ling Bo microstep, the posture is elegant and beautiful, and the target of the flight is the wooden box on the yellow horse, which is the master of the masters at a glance.

Then, with the sound of a buzzing crossbow, it was shot into a target full of arrows in the air, and fell down heavily.

Soon, the shouts and fights fell silent, like a few stones thrown into a deep pool, only to explode a few times, splash a few times, and then return to calm.

The brutal cavalry is as hard as iron in killing, and the small-scale riots are not taken seriously, and the two dozen or so tribesmen who have been killed are thrown into the grass and not cremated or buried, as if they were not the clansmen, but the dead dogs and plague sheep. The team was slightly grouped up and continued on the road.

A low incantation suddenly sounded, and a piece of land with a radius of ten meters in the center of the brute horse sank down, and the yellow horse fell into a large pit, raising countless dust, and a soil mage lying in the grass finally made a move. More than a dozen brute horsemen drove their horses over, and the light of the sword was like practice, and the staff was broken and killed in an instant.

A huge fireball smashed into the brute cavalry from a distance of 200 meters, like a meteor outside the sky, "boom boom" caused more than a dozen serial explosions, and the 100-meter-long section of the road was blown up into the sky, the horses were exploded into a cloud of blood mist, and fragments of flesh and bone were sprayed in all directions.

Some people's feet were blown off, some people were okay on the surface but their internal organs had been shattered into pieces, and a group of people turned on their backs, and the Northern Zhou people finally showed their real killer move: detonating the pre-ambushed gunpowder with fireballs.

The explosion took dozens of lives, as well as dozens of wounded of varying severity, and hundreds of brute horsemen rushed towards the location where the fireball was fireballed.

The dust cleared, and a large crowd of brute horsemen surrounded the pit. The yellow horse neighed in sorrow, and he fell into the pit and broke one of his legs, and the horsemen who fell with him died silently, except for the wounded mount, which was left with a low cry of restlessness. On the side of the bottom of the pit, a dark tunnel mouth about one meter high seems to be a demon from hell, opening its mouth to mock the barbarians mercilessly.

"The box, the wooden box is gone. Someone exclaimed.

"Dismount and enter the tunnel. The commander snapped his horsewhip.

A group of brute soldiers poured into the tunnel, more people searched in all directions, and with a muffled bang, the tunnel collapsed from it, and the collapsed earthwork buried several brute soldiers, and the rest of the people hurriedly withdrew from the tunnel.

"The authentic exit is here. A brute rode in the woods 50 meters away and shouted, and then his throat was blocked by a sword, and more than twenty martial artists covered the retreat of the two who crawled out of the tunnel. These people fought and retreated, the sound of killing in the forest drowned out the howling wind, and people kept falling, and their lives could be ended at any time.

One group of fireballs, one group of digging tunnels, were all wildly pursued by the barbarians, and when these two groups of men and horses approached and fled towards the mountain, there were only nine people left.

There is no road up the mountain, and large flocks of ferns and long thorns more than a meter high block the ground position below, and tall hardwood trees dominate the space above. The woods below the mountainside are filled with the smell of decay, dampness, and gloom, but for those fleeing for their lives, it is simply paradise without the pursuers behind them.

Bows and arrows are much less effective in dense forests, and even barbarians who can bend bows and shoot arrows from a young age are not very accurate. Nearly a hundred arrows rushed out, some of them burrowed into the grass, some of them were left on the trunks of big trees, and some of them were knocked away by people dancing with swords and knives, and very few could be shot.

The mage on the opposite side doesn't care if you are accurate or not, the fireball and earth and stone are thrown by the thief, and the person who smashes it is on fire and smokes and has a bag the size of a plum, which is still lucky, and if the braincase is accidentally hit by a flying big stone, a watermelon and soy milk flower will bloom, or half of the face will be burned by the fire, no matter what kind of death can not make people happy.

But the word death is unpleasant at all times.

However, there were many pursuers, killing one to make up for two, while the mana and force of the escapees gradually declined, and then there was almost no attack power, and it became more and more difficult to even block the cold arrows.

The pursuers were getting closer and closer, and these masters could have thrown off their tails and disappeared into the vast forest, but unfortunately they were so ruthless that they threw down the injured who could not move. There were three seriously wounded men in nine people, and three men were also divided to run on their backs, and the speed was getting slower and slower.

The situation became more and more serious, and finally a group of brutes bypassed from the side and blocked the way for everyone to escape. There is no way to go forward, and there is no way to retreat.

A fire-robed veteran with a clear face raised his staff and recited the incantation in a low voice, the air rippled slightly, and the fire elemental jumped happily, responding to the incantation.

"Elder, don't recite the spell to destroy the city, you will lose your strength and die, and the success rate is not high. Another fire-robed man on the side persuaded.

The fire-robed old man ignored it, and his shriveled lips accelerated the recitation of the mantra: "Taishang said, at the beginning of light, at the beginning of fire, heaven and earth open." Zhu Rong's disciples are here today, and firefighters from all directions have come to listen to the order!" Countless fiery red clouds suddenly appeared in the sky within a radius of several miles, and this cloud seemed to be on fire, and black smoke billowed out.

The brute was not frightened by this anomaly, and attacked the master who protected the old man with all his might, knowing that if the old man was allowed to cast a spell, something terrible would happen.

Several fireballs roared down, hitting several brutes with precision, and those injured by the fireballs were instantly ignited, like lighting candles.

They hurriedly slapped the burning place with their hands, but in vain, some people rolled on the spot to try to extinguish the fire.

But the ground was full of flammable weeds and fallen leaves, and instead of being able to extinguish them, the fire grew bigger and bigger, and the man was burned like a worm, twisting and rolling, and howling horribly, and soon there was no more sound, only the merciless licking of the fire.

Fireballs kept coming out, and the brutes kept getting hit. The fire-robed old man was stunned, the spell stopped abruptly, and the fire clouds in the sky swept away.

"The sword of benevolence, the sword of righteousness, kill. ”

A man came with a sword and slashed through the wind and waves, and with each sword he stabbed, a brute soldier fell, and in a moment he opened a gap.

Seeing the opportunity, the trapped heroes were in high spirits, fought off the enemy, and rushed out with the man. The fireballs kept falling into the way of escape, and the flames spread into a fire, and finally retreated from the biting pursuers.

It was Shi Keqi who saved the heroes, he saw clearly on the mountain, and he thought about answering, went down the mountain to the neighborhood, and chose a suitable time to shoot.

He led everyone to the safe area of the headwind where the mountain fire would not burn for a while and a half, and after some inspection, two of the three seriously injured died of aggravated injuries, and there were only eight people alive who could still breathe.

"What is this mage's name? "The old man in the fire robe came to greet him after dealing with the wounded.

"My name is Shi Keqi, I don't dare to call me a mage, it's just a coincidence. Shi Keqi was busy, he didn't dare to take credit in front of this old man, the big move that made the sky turn fiery red for a few miles was enough for him to be ashamed of himself for a long time, he thought that his fireball technique was already very good, compared with others, he had the heart to dig a pit and want to die.

Although the death of the madman stimulated him to play at a super level, no matter how much he summoned it later, he couldn't exert one-fifth of the power of that time.

"There is no need to be modest, I wish Rongshan Elder Wang Yuming, if the mage has a righteous dispatch in the future, he will serve the dead. ”

"The strongest sect of fire spells in the world, Zhu Rongshan?" Shi Keqi was happy that that poor sect knowledge came in handy, but it was more shocking, no wonder Lao Dao was so strong, he really let him finish casting that spell to destroy the city, I don't know how many barbarians he had to burn to death. Of course, barbarians are not stupid, once the fire burns, they will flee for their lives, and whether they can escape or not depends on their personal ability.

Lao Dao nodded and agreed, didn't be polite, and took the initiative to say that it was to save Wang Liangqin's head, and contacted two groups of people, respectively, ambushed on the two roads leading to the grassland in Youzhou, no matter which road it was, you can always meet a brute horseman.

"Elder Wang, there is a question, how do you think that the wooden box you snatched back is General Wang's head. It is really not easy for Shi Keqi to ask this sentence until now, during this time, Chao Siwan wanted to take back Wang Liangqin's head, or the other party's people were holding a baby, and they wanted to open it and take a look.

"I caught it alive and asked, I don't know if it's true or false, but I have to make a move. "There is no reliable information, generally the important things are focused on care, the yellow horse in the middle is quite eye-catching in a group of dark horses, plus you don't need a big thing to hold a human head, a small wooden box can do, so they believe that the box contains a human head.

"Open the box and take a look. Wang Yuming said.

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