As he spoke, an old man in a bronze mask slowly rode over, and on his high antler hat, nearly a hundred seven-colored streamers hung down, and the chaotic colors swayed in the wind, covering the black and yellow robe covered with copper nails.

The old man's waist hangs leather drums and copper bells, and every step he takes, the sound of jingling bells and jingling bells sounds, fluctuating and breathtaking.

A dark-skinned warrior with a pointed hood and a cutlass immediately saluted with one hand:

"Shaman, the city gate is wide open, maybe there is an ambush, let me bring a team of soldiers and horses in to investigate."

The old shaman shook his head: "If the strong people either enter the Tang Dynasty or stick to the capital, the only remaining ghosts and immortals in Jingguo are still entangled, and there will be no one who can hurt me here." ”

"If it's really an ambush, it's better for me to go."

"As for you young beings, the Immortal Heaven has given you an even more important task—to help Shan Yu defeat the enemies in the desert, so that the road to revival in the Northern Plains will begin from here."

After hearing this, several generals around him had no choice but to wish: "Immortal Heaven bless Venerable." ”

The shaman nodded slightly, his eyes closed, and the wind suddenly roared angrily, rolling up the sand and dust in the sky, and flew towards the city of Anxi.

In the cemetery hut, Song Yun sat alone indoors, and when he saw the changes in the [real-time map], his eyebrows raised.

"Another ghost and fairy running over?"

Around the hut, the wind was blowing again, exactly the same as the scene when the old woman rescued her last time.

Song Yun pressed his sword and did not move.

When you reach the realm of ghosts and immortals, you have cultivated your divine thoughts, and when you cast spells, you can wrap your divine soul with your divine thoughts, or simply just use your divine thoughts to go out of your body, and your safety has been greatly increased.

Even if Song Yun had a bloody aura, he would not be able to sneak attack casually.

The right timing must be found.

The wind moved, and he only quietly stared at the dark sky outside the door, thinking about which way it was......

The old shaman came out of his body and followed the overwhelming wind and carefully observed every inch of the city.

Only one grandmaster was found in the hut, and there were two innate and two martial artists in the cellar.

This lineup is okay in the Jianghu sect, but it is ridiculous to use it to defend a city.

"Strange, does this Anxi City have another secret?"

Puzzled, the shaman noticed the camp not far from the hut, dozens of tents, which were full of supplies, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

This is extremely tempting for the resource-poor tribes of the Northern Plains, even if they can't occupy Anxi City, just robbing these materials will be a big profit.

"Hmph, no matter what mystery it hides, with me in charge, are you afraid that it will turn the sky upside down?"

The shaman snorted coldly, and the huge power of divine thought quickly approached the hut, intending to attack.

In Song Yun's eyes, the vicinity of the hut was instantly shrouded in abyssal darkness.

Countless snake-headed wolf claws, crimson eyes, hideous and terrifying demons appeared out of thin air, fangs and claws, roaring and pounced.

At the same time, the ground continued to rise, and one by one giants made of sand and gravel broke through the ground and strode towards the hut, the ground trembling and muffling.

Song Yun had also read several Taoist classics, and he knew that these demons were fake, they were "Divine Thought Illusions", and the sand monsters were real, and they were "Divine Thought Manifestations".

The true and the false are mixed together, and the momentum is terrifying, and it can attack both the body and the soul, and it is more than enough to kill an ordinary martial arts master.

Song Yun just smiled slightly, his left palm turned up, and a heavy broken jade brick appeared out of thin air in his palm.

Datang luck national weapon, Emperor Xuan's seal!

Previously, the Xuan Emperor Seal was included in the [Void Storage Box], and the effect of [Qi Luck Blessing] was automatically lifted.

Not only that, the Xuan Emperor Seal was regarded as having lost contact with the outside world, and the realm formed by the condensation of qi and luck also disappeared automatically.

Right now, the Xuan Emperor Seal was summoned from the [Void Storage Box], and the realm instantly returned to its original state!

Luck is added, pseudo-martial saint realm!

Song Yun dressed in white instantly turned into a faint afterimage, gradually disappeared, and the person was no longer in the house.

The ability to fly in the flesh combined with "Heavenly Ghost Escape" made his body almost reach a peak.

The next moment, it had appeared high in the sky, above the gusts of gloomy wind.

With a slap of his hand, his energy suddenly vented, like a turbulent waterfall falling from the sky, blasting all the sand monsters near the hut into flying ashes.

"National Luck...... In this place where there is no grass, how can the realm of luck suddenly appear! ”

The invisible pressure shrouded in, and in the gusts of gloomy wind, the phantom of the shaman wearing the bronze mask was forced to appear, and his eyes were full of horror.

"How can you create the realm of luck in an instant? Who are you? ”

Song Yun didn't answer him, just sneered.

"If it's in my hands, don't think about playing any tricks."

The Blood God Nahai Jue was immediately cast, releasing all the bloody qi stored before.

The gusts of wind were suddenly shrouded by the fishy wind whistling in all directions, and painful wails sounded in the void, and countless broken corpses seemed to be floating and sinking in the wind.

The demons with snake heads and wolf claws on the ground trembled one after another, and under the erosion of the rich blood qi, they shattered violently, turned back into countless divine thoughts, and evaporated and died in the bloody wind and rain.

The shamanic phantom was also shattered into a divine thought, which turned out to be just an illusion.

And the spirit of the shaman himself was quietly moving away in the yin wind, flying away towards the outside of Anxi City!

The realm of luck is the strongest home field, even if it is as strong as a ghost fairy, it is not willing to fight in someone else's home field.

"If you come, you will be safe, you are not a local, it is not easy to come all the way, you have to let me entertain you."

The boundless blood qi spread in an instant, and the phantom in the yin wind trembled weakly, as if it had fallen into a quagmire, and its speed slowed down a lot.

The next moment, Song Yun held the Xuan Emperor Seal high, crossed the wind and clouds in one step, and swooped down on the shaman phantom.

The shattered and scorched Xuandi Seal was brilliant in an instant, like the rising sun, and the bright morning light broke through the black clouds, suppressing the shaman's soul trembling.

Emperor Xuan's seal, a national weapon built by King Tang Jing with all the power of the world, tried to be used to claim the emperor, and naturally it would not be ordinary.

Even if it is now torn apart, and the fragments of the core Heavenly Mandate Seal are withdrawn by the system, it is still a treasure in the world of the lower grade of the Heavenly Order.

"Get down for me!"

The jade seal carrying the luck of the Tang Dynasty suddenly fell, like a towering peak condensed by the people's minds of millions of people, falling from the sky, shaking away the yin wind and suppressing it!

"Ahh An unwilling roar sounded, and then it was drowned out by the great sound of the sinking of the mountain.

Under the double suppression of the Qi Luck Realm and the Blood Evil Qi, the shaman's divine soul could not escape, and was firmly suppressed below by the Xuan Emperor Seal!

Bang - Song Yun fell straight from the sky, his feet smashing into a deep pit in the ground.

Emperor Xuan's seal hung in front of him, and Song Yun pressed on top of the jade seal with one hand, and was pressing it down hard.

Directly below the Xuan Emperor's Seal, a half-human-tall black shadow surged wildly, constantly trying to escape, and from time to time it changed into the appearance of a shaman, cursing in an incomprehensible language.

The yin wind in Anxi City suddenly dissipated, the sand monsters shattered, and the demon head was annihilated.

The night sky was clear, and only this dark shadow struggled violently.

Song Yun used the bloody qi to deter and the national luck to suppress it, both of which were extremely restrained means of restraining the divine soul.

Even if he couldn't destroy this powerful ghost immortal, he had already trapped it firmly under the jade seal.

The momentum of suppression has been achieved, and this ghost immortal can't turn over.

Grind it slowly in the back, and sooner or later it will grind him to death.

Outside the city of Anxi, the cavalry of the Northern Plains heard the rumbling sound of battle inside the city, and their faces were shocked, "This movement...... I'm afraid there are martial saints or ghosts and immortals in the city! ”

"Where did Jingguo get so many strong people?"

Before they could discuss their countermeasures, a dark wind blew, and the few remaining divine thoughts of the shaman escaped back into their bodies.

His eyes slowly opened, his gaze glazed over, and he said in a stiff and slow voice:

"I'm in the ...... ...... by the Martial Saint Repression in the field of gas luck...... Distress call in ...... It won't last long......"

As he spoke, the power of his divine thoughts was exhausted, and he slowly closed his eyes again.

"Oops! How can this hellish place have a realm of luck? The soldiers were shocked, and hurriedly sent a cavalry team north to find Uwei Shan Yu.

The rest of the people stood at the gates of the city, looking at each other, feeling that it was not a good way to wait like this.

Shan Yu also has a strong enemy to deal with in the north, and he may not be able to arrive in time, and the shaman's situation is critical, so he may not be able to delay for too long.

A Grandmaster Warlord was silent for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said:

"The field of air luck...... It's not invincible either. ”

"The condensed soldiers of thousands of troops are enough to break through the luck and help the shaman get out of trouble."

"It's just that the Martial Saint Realm is too powerful, and if we rush in, we may kill a lot of people."

Another Grandmaster General laughed loudly when he heard this, looked back at the black pressure on the tens of thousands of Northern Plains cavalry, and asked in a loud voice:

"Sons, are you afraid of death?"