The headless corpse of General Sanpin from the imperial court fell heavily on the mountain road of Huishan.

Blood flowed down the stone steps from the severed neck.

Yuan Tingshan before his consciousness dissipated.

Looking at the young man who took his head in confusion, he gently threw the three words into the air.

The next three paintings unfolded on their own.

The person in the painting walks out of the world in the painting.

Originally...... Are you also a god?

This was his last thought before he died.

The death of Yuan Tingshan is also the death of these four thousand commanders.

It was soon discovered by the surrounding Liyang armor soldiers.

But when these armorers found out that the person in charge of the overall situation had been killed, they did not panic.

On the contrary, they all began to converge towards Wu Changqing.

It's a convergence, not a rush.

From the beginning, the 4,000-strong army was divided into twelve teams and poured into Huishan.

Yuan Tingshan has already completed his mission.

From beginning to end, he was just a puppet.

They didn't even know the real order that Liyang gave them half a step.

Among the four thousand armor soldiers, half of them were dead soldiers carefully cultivated by Liyang.

The twelve Jianghu martial artists who are rumored to be Zhao'an of the imperial court, and there are also seven people, who are spies planted by Liyang in this group of people guided by Jianghu people.

For the sake of it, after the appearance of their target person this time.

Get the real thing going.

Blood sacrifice Huishan! To seal the immortals!

The current emperor, Zhao Chuan, has learned from the experience of his father's failures when he was alive.

wants to kill Wu Changqing.

It's far from something that a few thousand people can do.

The main purpose of his attack on Huishan this time was before the Liyang Civil War.

Seal this person who is the biggest threat to Liyang.

It is also like the devil who walked the world in the form of a celestial man 400 years ago.

Forever sealed somewhere in the world.

So much so that when the leader of the 4,000-strong army exchanged his life for Wu Changqing's appearance.

An army of 4,000 people began to form a siege.

Do not seek to be powerful, but to seek absolute stability.

The army of 4,000 people, like a sword of Sui Xiangu's heavenly and earthly rainbows, evenly shrank towards Wu Changqing.

What's more.

Wu Changqing just wanted to see the secret hand that Liyang had prepared for him.

actually released the characters in the three picture scrolls by himself.

As Wu Changqing expected, the picture scroll is indeed an immortal who has ascended in the past dynasties of Longhu Mountain.

Three picture scrolls, floating on top of Wu Changqing's head on three sides, surrounded Wu Changqing to the ground.

Out of them came a white-clothed immortal holding a whisk and a white finch standing on his shoulder.

A middle-aged sword fairy holding a wooden sword and being extraordinary.

An old immortal with a majestic and simple face holding a pagoda in his hand.

The three of them formed a corner, blocking all the back roads of Wu Changqing.

Just when all three of them came into the world, this heaven and earth seemed to sense that there were immortals coming to the world.

It was in the space where the three of them were, and a secret spell was dropped.

This not only kept the cultivation of the three of them down, but also greatly limited Wu Changqing's ability to act.

Cut off any connection between him and heaven and earth.

It was as if Wu Changqing's sixth sense was blocked.

In this situation, if it is replaced by an ordinary land immortal, it is equivalent to cutting off the supply resources of the land immortal.

The land immortals could only rely on the breath in their bodies to fight.

until he dies of exhaustion.

But this situation has no impact on Wu Changqing.

Now that he has cultivated the inner world, he doesn't need to rely on the external forces of the world at all.

It can only limit the strength of those three immortals.

"It's more restrictive than I thought."

The white-clothed immortal with the sword frowned and looked at the two companions who had descended with him.

"It does ......"

"But it doesn't matter, this time we went down to earth for the Zhao court, but we carried a magic weapon of luck."

"This kid can't bear it."

The immortal who held the dust whisk made a sound, but the words did not come from his own mouth.

Instead, it came from the beak of the miraculous white finch on his shoulder.

If you spit out words, you are a divine beast!

"Hurry up! Could it be that you still want the old man to start for you?! ”

The old immortal holding a pagoda like porcelain, with a heavenly constitution in his mouth, followed his words.

This is a general question.

The group of Liyang armor soldiers who had already swarmed and surrounded Wu Changqing's body.

turned out to be hideous, and began to charge without warning.

One rush is a large piece.

It's like a wave of steel coming from all directions.

Wrapped in a thick smell of blood.

Wu Changqing was curiously looking at these three immortals who had come from afar.

There is a dragon yin and yang diagram in his eyes, but he can't see the doorway of these immortals.

These mortal immortals are in his eyes.

It's as if it doesn't exist, it belongs to that kind of ethereal luck, and it's not at all like the warriors of the world, there is the operation of the qi machine, and the flaws in the action can be investigated.

The army of Wu Yang came with an impact.

Wu Changqing waved his hand casually.

An invisible wind suddenly blew in the field.

The Liyang Armor who gritted his teeth and rushed up collided with the strong wind, and he didn't feel any sense of danger.

But after the real contact.

These people didn't even have time to regret it, and the iron armor made of metal on their bodies shattered like pieces of paper.

Not to mention the flesh and blood behind the iron armor.

It was the power of this strong wind.

The armor soldiers who rushed up in a rush were all gone, turning into blood and water in the sky, scattered in the forest.

I couldn't help but wet the faces of the soldiers who were charging behind him.

It even dyed the mountain road where Wu Changqing was located into a scarlet in an instant.

Rivers of blood are declarative words here.

There was still a residual warmth of blood, dripping on the face.

Let those armorers who were still thinking about going forward and succeeding them sober up in an instant.

One by one, as if looking at a monster, he looked at the young man in white clothes in front of him in the blood rain.

"Go on."

The old immortal's face was expressionless, as if he was watching an insignificant matter, and he made a sound like a tarsal bone.

The armorers who heard this voice.

The original frightened expression became crazy and bloodthirsty again.

Once again, he launched a death rush.

Wu Changqing looked up at the old immortal.

The old immortal who was stared at by Wu Changqing ignored it at all.

His eyes looked indifferently and cold-bloodedly at the top of Huishan, like an endless crowd of people.

Wu Changqing casually glanced at the remaining two immortals again.

The immortal standing with his sword in his back closed his eyes as if in meditation.

Only the immortal with a white finch on his shoulder was looking at Wu Changqing with a gentle smile at the moment.

It's just that this kind of smile is meant in this situation of treating human life like a mustard.

It's disgusting.

Wu Changqing no longer went to see a few people.

Instead, he looked at the group of Liyang armor warriors who were like walking corpses at the moment.

"If you become an immortal, you can stop treating people as human beings?"

Wu Changqing seemed to be whispering, as if he was asking and answering himself.

The next moment.

The huge Huishan suddenly trembled!