"Hey! Drink! ”

Dozens of huge baggage ships entered the Nulong River with difficulty.

There were more than a dozen people in the bow of each boat, each holding an iron mallet in their hands, smashing the ice along the river, a scene in full swing.

The situation in the Northland was worse than they had imagined, and if it weren't for the icebreakers, the ships would have been almost impossible.

In order to make progress on the road, the crowd had to take the form of shifts, breaking the ice day and night to make room for the passage of ships.

Qiu Ping sat on the shoulder of the idol, wrapped in a cloak, and the sound of clanging outside was like a lullaby to him after listening to it for a long time.

"Old ghost, when can we steal it...... Go stealing. ”

Qiu Ping tried his best to make his words appear elegant and cultured.

After all, where can it be called stealing?

"Wait, I'll brew again. I see that the luck of the Third Holy Land of the Great Snow Mountain has not yet reached the point of weakness, and it is easy to make mistakes in acting now. ”

"I'm waiting for an opportunity."

The old ghost was just writing and drawing in the book, sometimes frowning, as if he was calculating something.

Qiu Ping waited anxiously, and if he spent one more day, he and his mud pond would be one day later to meet.

"This person has good fortune and misfortune, and the sect also has bad luck. If you choose an enemy who is lucky, you will be unlucky. ”

"What's more, some time ago, you just snatched the soul of Montenegro from someone's sect, and now is the time when they are most prepared, wouldn't you throw yourself into the net in the past?"

The old ghost spoke slowly.

"Ugh."

Qiu Ping let out a long sigh, this anxious waiting taste is really difficult.

If only I hadn't heard about it.

He was a little unhappy, wrapped his cloak a little tighter around his body, and fell asleep.

Time always flies quickly in your sleep, and when you wake up, you will encounter the opportunity of low luck in the snowy mountains.

……

"Drive!"

"Woohoo!"

In the open fields of the Northland, a thick layer of snow fell. Although the weather is just getting cooler in the south, it is already a succession of winds and snows.

The wind and snow stopped a little, and thousands of riders flew across the snow-white land, leaving mud all over the ground.

Below the crotch of the figures were dwarf Northland horses, covered in thick, rough leather jackets.

The leather jacket is dyed white, and if you look down from a high vantage point, it almost blends in with the snow.

All the horses are covered in strips of cloth and leather, and although they are not fast or powerful, they are extremely endurable and adaptable, making them almost optimal in the harsh conditions of the Northland.

They can be like wolves, going without food or drink for long periods of time, and killing their enemies.

Such a cavalry team suddenly appeared on the bank of the Nulong River, and even some of the cavalry rode directly across the frozen river, forming a huge encirclement towards the baggage fleet.

"Enemy attack!"

With such a large team, the sound of the horse's hooves could not be concealed, and everyone on the ship noticed something strange at the first time.

The soldiers who had been digging the ice also put down their tools, quickly took out their armor and blades from the cabin, and quickly became vigilant.

"Smack."

The cabin slammed, the ship jolted so hard that the little loach fell directly to the ground.

"Enemy attack? Another enemy is coming? Old ghost, can you be less hydrographic! Don't write about these nonsense! ”

Qiu Ping jumped up from the ground, unhappy written all over his face.

Anyone who is woken up when they are sleeping soundly will have a breath of getting up in their hearts.

"Ah...... But this is not what I wrote, I was busy calculating when the luck of the snowy mountains would be low, how could I have time to write this. The old ghost poked his head out of the window and looked out in some confusion.

The little loach also poked its head out.

"Whoosh."

An arrow shot from a distance, sticking straight into the window on the side of Qiu Ping's face, its tail feathers vibrating gently, obviously powerful.

Then, black feathered arrows fell from the sky, like a black rain.

"Tuk-tuk."

The wooden cabin and the outside of the ship's planks were immediately planted with dense arrows, like seedlings that were staggering.

The soldiers on board dodged in confusion, either hiding in the cabin or raising their shields and trying to hide in the corners.

These cavalrymen are experienced in combat, and they use the method of projectile to make arrows fall from the sky, and with the influence of gravity, the lethality of arrows is greatly increased, and it is also more difficult to defend.

"I'm going to go up and clean them up."

Although these cavalry are very powerful, in Qiu Ping's eyes, they are just mortals after all, as long as they don't practice [Bingwu], their strength is even worse than that of the monster who has just given birth to spiritual wisdom.

Not to mention anything else, as far as the loach soldiers he raised, they would not be weaker than these cavalry in one-on-one combat.

"Hey, don't be impulsive, we can't kill mortals indiscriminately, otherwise the resentment will be entangled, and the soul will be affected, and when the calamity comes, I'm afraid it will be difficult to resist."

The old ghost hurriedly grabbed Qiu Ping, these ordinary people can't be killed.

If Qiu Ping has no ambition to the Great Dao, he will be satisfied with the strength of a [Holy Fetus], so naturally it doesn't matter. As long as you have the ability, as many mortals can kill, and the Heavenly Dao can't control you.

But as long as you step into the [Yuan Body], if the resentment around your body is too heavy, you will be immediately annihilated by many calamities.

The reason why many cultivators go to the human world to practice merit when they are in the Yuan Body Realm is not to calm the calamities. It's good that you not only don't make merits, but you also do the opposite, if you don't die, who will die?

What's more, Qiu Ping is now the Yuan Body, and if he kills one more mortal, he will be wronged.

"Ah...... And this statement? ”

On Qiu Ping's cultivation path, there was no master to teach, and he didn't have many opportunities to contact mortals before, so he naturally didn't know this hidden rule.

"Then I don't kill people, only subdue them or trap them with supernatural powers?"

Qiu Ping thought of a solution, since killing people will create injustice, it would be good if he didn't kill him.

"Uh...... Lord Tiju, the cause and effect of these thousands of people still don't need to be contaminated, just let the mortals attack and kill on their own, unless there are cultivators in the enemy's ranks, let's take action again. ”

The old ghost hesitated for a moment, in ancient times, the gods and people lived together, and they shouted the slogan: The major affairs of the country are only worship and Rong.

What happened later?

There are a bunch of gods who are infected with strange diseases on Fengchan Mountain, and their flesh and blood are multiplied, people are not like people, and ghosts are not like ghosts.

Although human beings are as small as ants, when they are gathered, the poison of the soul is difficult to get rid of, and no one wants to suffer from it.

Although Qiu Ping was a little annoyed by being attacked, he saw the old ghost's secretive appearance, so he didn't continue to dwell on this matter.

At the beginning, the baggage team was stunned by the surprise attack of this group.

After a few rounds of arrows, they also slowly organized a counterattack.

Although this is a baggage team escorting grain and grass, because the ship is full of spiritual rice, the soldiers escorting it are also elite.

Especially the leader of the team, He Liantong, has the strength of [Martial Arts] B-level, even if he is placed in the army, he can be regarded as a first-class good player.

"Whoosh! Sou! Sou! ”

After dodging a rain of arrows, Helian quickly pulled out three arrows from the quiver, pulled the bowstring tightly, and shot out three arrows in succession.

In the distant stars, a ray of starlight fell on the bow and arrow.

Then the three arrows shot out like meteors, sinking straight into the bodies of the three people, directly piercing through, and then shooting into the torsos of the people behind them, which stopped the strength.

Three arrows in a volley, even if it was difficult for him to grasp the accuracy in the slightest.

But in the face of such a dense cavalry team, he did not need to pursue accuracy too much, as long as he was not bad in the general direction, he could always shoot a few people to death.

"Whoosh."

Helian shot outward after another, and in the baggage team, the team of archers quickly found the cover, stood on the inside of the ship's side, and continued to shoot downward.

Although they were a little stunned by the surprise enemy, because they were all on huge ships, dozens of feet long and several feet high, they were like small fortresses.

They are condescending and can also pose a great threat to the enemy.

"Smack."

Suddenly, a sac-shaped black object was thrown from a distance, and Helian felt that there was a fraud in his heart, so he directly set up his bow and arrow, and shot the sac with an arrow.

"Whoa."

A pungent smell came into everyone's nostrils, and Heliantong's face changed.

It's fire oil!

These cavalrymen carried fire oil with them!

It was clearly not to snatch the baggage, but to burn it.

"Don't let them come close!"

Helian quickly gave the order, and he led the archers, unleashing arrows even more frantically to block the enemy's approach.

But the situation is worse than they imagined.

Because there were more than 30 baggage ships, and each ship had 100 people, although the total number of people was not less than that of the cavalry team, the personnel of the baggage team were isolated and could not be effectively united in one place.

In the face of the cavalry team that came and went like the wind, their strength could not be brought into full play at all.

"Whoa."

In the midst of this delay, the cavalry continued to approach back and forth, and the broken sheepskin sacs were thrown into the cabin, and the fire oil flowed everywhere.

"These barbarians of the Northland have learned wisely, and they even know how to use fire oil to win."

The old ghost was amazed on the side, he had lived for many years, he had been a man, he had been a ghost, and now he was a god.

In his impression, these barbarians in the north have a tendon in their brains and their equipment is also very simple, but he didn't expect that after a hundred years, they also know how to use some foreign objects.

The little loach stood aside, a little speechless.

That's not the point, everyone has thrown the oil into the cabin, and we're going to be burned too.

Although they will definitely be fine, but the baggage is destroyed, not only will they have no credit this time, but they will probably have to eat and hang up when they go back.

"Don't worry, old man, I look at the luck of the baggage team, although it has been suppressed a little now, but there is no sign of decay, and there should be no major incident."

"And, don't you think it's strange? At the level of these barbarians, I am afraid that they will not be able to refine fire oil. ”

The old ghost has lived for a long time, and he can naturally find some clues.

Refining fire oil requires a special workshop, and the barbarians in the north don't even have many iron pots, let alone make fire oil.

The little loach looked at the oil and sniffed it again, the old ghost was right, this is indeed a little strange.

But speaking of which, the smell of this oil is a little familiar.

In addition to the pungent smell, there is also some vague aroma, which is similar to the aroma of incense burning.

Where have you smelled it?

……

Seeing that the situation was getting more and more critical, Helian informed him that if he continued to defend passively like this, they would all be doomed.

"Armor with me!"

Helian quickly retreated into the cabin, and then several people were holding a heavy pair of iron armor, directly wearing them on top of his original leather armor.

The iron armor is black as a whole, and the iron pieces are as dense as fish scales.

The helmet is completely covered, with only holes under the eyes and the tip of the nose, and when placed on the battlefield, it is almost an airtight tin can.

Helian quickly put on his clothes, picked up the spear beside him, and jumped directly from the boat.

"Boom."

He fell so hard that the ice on the surface of the river suddenly appeared one after another astonishing cracks, and the murky water surged up from the cracks and quickly condensed into new ice.

"Knock knock!"

Helian trampled on the ice under his feet and kept moving forward, running without forgetting to bend his bow and arrows.

In the blink of an eye, most of the thirty arrows in the quiver were consumed, and there were more than thirty more corpses in the cavalry team in front.

Although the cavalry team also saw him killed, and kept shooting arrows, hoping to stop him for a while, but the protection of the body connected with Helian was too strong, and everyone could not help at the moment.

"This Helian kid is really fierce, but I don't think he can beat so many people...... Hey, what are you writing about, old ghost? ”

Qiu Ping squatted at the window, watching the fierce battle outside.

Although Helian Tong is wearing heavy armor and is invulnerable, coupled with his own strength, he naturally has the courage to be inappropriate on the battlefield.

However, there were too many opponents, and although the [Martial Arts] path was much less restrictive than other cultivation methods, the qi and blood they cultivated could not make them tireless killing machines.

On the contrary, the consumption of qi and blood will continue to deplete energy, making them tired and tired.

"I just calculated that the luck of the Third Holy Land of the Great Snow Mountain suddenly fluctuated for a moment, and we may have a chance."

The old ghost didn't raise his head, and continued to write and draw on the paper.

"Really?"

"Ah...... I said that the smell of this fire oil is a little familiar, this is not the smell of sesame oil that I smelled when I met the old man last time I was reincarnated. Although there is a slight difference in the details, the whole is close! ”

Qiu Ping suddenly slapped his thigh, and when he heard the old ghost remind, he suddenly remembered when he had smelled this smell.

The last time he crossed over, he inexplicably traveled to the time when the Living Buddha was reincarnated in the Great Snow Mountain, and he remembered that the air there was filled with such a sweet and greasy aroma.

Could it be that the fire oil for these cavalry was given by those monks?

But then again, there aren't many forces in the Northland that can afford to supply these barbarians with fire oil.

Even with the elimination method, it is easy to guess the head of the Great Snow Mountain.

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