"Partition~Partition~"

Six-grade white crane totem, gently stretch your wings.

Qingyang sat on the back of the white crane without the slightest bump and sway.

More than a dozen white cranes, each carrying a scout, armed with a longbow and a sharp sword, guarded in the air on the left and right.

More than thirty strange beasts and hundreds of Qing clan martial cultivators followed closely behind Qing Yang and rushed towards the battlefield.

Five or six miles away from Queshan Mountain, between the ghosts and witches, the wild warriors, and the totems, the battle was even more fierce, and the shouts of killing soared into the sky.

I don't know how many thousand corpses lay in the wilderness, large puddles of water filled with blood, most of them were wild people from various tribes, and only a few were ghosts and witches.

"Alas~"

Qingyang sighed slightly.

He could have struck in advance, but in order to integrate these wildlings, he had to let the Ghost Witch Tribes attack first.

Only by observing the determination of the wildlings to resist can we better deal with the subsequent development of the situation.

The red ghost Xin Yi rescued the black giant tiger, and Zhong Bo rescued the red ghost Xin Yi again, and there were no casualties, which made Qingyang Meiyu relieve himself a little.

Seeing that high-level totem warrior, he broke away from the battle with Zhong Bo, led hundreds of ghost and witch cavalry, and rushed straight towards him.

Qingyang couldn't help but smile and shouted to the people below, "Are you ready?"

"Don't worry, my lord, there will be no mistakes!"

Lie Muyang laughed loudly, his tone was extremely confident, so that Qingyang couldn't help but nod.

"咴~咴~"

Tai Quan's face was full of surprise, he strangled the reins of the horse hard, and laughed:

"Haha, Qing's child, if you stick to Queshan, I am still afraid that you will set up a formation, and I just want to disperse these wild people, so as not to be used by you.

I didn't expect you to take the initiative to go down the mountain to die for these untouchables, if I don't kill you, won't I live up to this great opportunity?"

At this moment, Taiquan was in his heart, and the small abacus crackled.

The Secret Meeting of the Ghost Witch Cave Cave, as one of the thirty high-level totem warriors, also participated in this high-level meeting.

At that time, the old witch said very clearly that the Ghost King was dissatisfied with the failure of several attacks on the Qing clan and demanded that the Qing clan be killed as soon as possible.

Combined with the Red Ghost Law Body and the Green Ghost Law Body, which fell into the hands of the Qing clan one after another, it can be concluded that the Qing clan has the special power to restrain the 'ghost'.

If you can take the opportunity to kill the Qing family's children, it will be far better than the credit of ventilating the news.

The power of the Qing clan in front of him, with hundreds of martial cultivators and strange beasts and fierce birds, will definitely make him lose a lot of money under the fight of life and death, and even the totem warriors will lose more than half.

But if he can kill Qingyang, such a loss can be completely ignored, and he is willing to exchange the lives of nearly a thousand people for killing Qingyang.

Qingyang had a hint of mockery on his face, and said indifferently: "Who said that if I don't have it on Magpie Mountain, I won't be able to cast the formation?"

Immediately to Lie Muyang and the others, he shouted softly: "Do it!"

Hundreds of Qing Clan martial cultivators have long been prepared.

Each person took out a rune beast bone, and according to the previous plan, placed it on the ground at the same time, and a rune formation was set up in a blink of an eye.

Glancing at the distance, he saw that the formation had been arranged, and thousands of ghost and witch cavalry had also gathered around Taiquan Yan, who were rushing towards him.

Qingyang couldn't help laughing, he held the law seal in his hand, and shouted: "Where the sun is prosperous, all evils are destroyed!

One by one, the white bright magic seals fell on the formation one after another, instantly releasing countless dazzling white lights, enveloping a radius of two hundred zhang.

Nearly a thousand ghost and witch cavalry, most of them were covered by the formation.

The ghost face of the strong battle intent and the manifestation of the military soul had no power in the first place, and it was instantly shattered and disappeared under the shroud of the large array.

"Ah~"

Dozens of totemic warriors screamed loudly in the white light, and the dense ghost-faced totem tattoos emitted puffs of black smoke, which were then annihilated in the white light.

The totem power blessed on their bodies was forcibly expelled by the formation, which greatly damaged their physique and weakened their combat effectiveness.

These totem warriors of the Ghost Witch Sect looked at Qingyang with fear in their eyes, and it was only at this moment that they believed that the news that the Ghost King was afraid of a certain little lord was not just a rumor.

The formation is specifically aimed at the ghost and witch totem, and the stronger the power of the totem, the greater the damage received, and the dense tattoos of Taiquan continue to seep into the bloodstains.

His eyes were blood-red, staring at Qingyang, and he said in a hateful tone: "I still underestimate you!"

Qingyang smiled faintly and said, "No, you still underestimated me, underestimated the Qing family!"

Before the words fell, Lie Muyang crushed a rune beast bone in his hand, which was not the formation rune engraved by Qingyang Seal, but the rune engraved by Ye Mengqiu.

"Rune Blessing!"

Lie Muyang shouted in his mouth, and after the rune beast bone was shattered, a faint rune floated out, projected on his dark red wooden sword, condensed into a simple seal character.

After the thousand-year-old lightning struck the wooden sword made of the core material of the red paulownia wood, after blessing the runes, the hidden momentum instantly became more powerful, and the blade faintly showed a trace of blood red.

Lu Zhonglin, Ma Boda, Niu Ben and everyone else also completed the rune blessing at the same time, and the blade chill was even sharper and more intimidating.

"Talisman, the Qing clan still has a talisman!"

In Tai Quanyan's angry look, there was an extra sense of anxiety.

The strength of the totem warriors has been damaged, and the Qing clan martial cultivators have runes to bless their weapons, which is even more unfavorable to the ghosts and witches.

In the past, a junior totem warrior could fight against two or three nine-rank martial cultivators, but now the two are barely tied, trying their best to parry the totem warrior.

At this moment, Zhong Bo, Red Ghost Xin Yi and the Black Giant Tiger also entered the team of the Ghost and Witch Department from behind, and thousands of wild people and martial cultivators and hundreds of totem beasts behind them also attacked together.

"Hold on, wizards and priests, come to our rescue right away!"

Taiquan Yan struggled to resist the combined attack of Lie Muyang and Niu Ben, and at the same time roared loudly to cheer up his subordinates.

The white crane hovered in mid-air, and Qingyang stood on the crane's back, also noticing the abnormal movement in the distance.

Under the control of a group of wizards, the black smoke curtain rolled and quickly approached the battlefield, and tens of thousands of ghosts wailed and struggled in it.

The three-hundred-man totem warrior puppet, shrouded in black smoke, was soon no more than a thousand feet away from the battlefield, and the thick black death qi on his body made them look like hell warriors.

"The Yin Samurai has come to our rescue!"

A mid-level totem warrior shouted excitedly, completely forgetting his previous fear of this group of corpse puppets.

Taiquan Yan smiled slightly bitterly, but with a hint of luck, more than three hundred Yin warriors should be able to rescue his own people, he no longer has the luxury of killing Qingyang, he just hopes to escape.

"These sinister and cunning wizards!"

Qingyang couldn't help but snort coldly, his brows furrowed slightly.

The group of wizards, priests, and beast masters in the distance did not send all their forces to rescue Taiquan Yan.

There are only more than 30 wizards, and in addition to the corpse puppets of 300 totem warriors, there are only more than 2,000 corpse puppets under the cover of the black smoke screen.

Most of the priests and beast masters, controlling the black smoke screen, under the cover of dozens of strange beasts, controlled most of the corpse puppets, and stormed in the direction of Queshan, trying to cut off the retreat of the Qing clan.