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The little Taoist priest didn't dare to look at the tragic battle pictures around him, covering his face with his two little hands, and occasionally peeking at it, his body would tremble slightly in fright.

The curtain had been lifted, and Shang Xingzhou was sitting on the side of the car, his feet on the ground.

If Chen Changsheng was here at this time, he would find that he was really much older than when he was in Luoyang, and he was already full of gray hair.

He held a fan in his hand and swayed it slowly, his white hair fluttering slightly.

He closed his eyes and listened to the sound of fighting in the field and the sound of blood splashing in the air, without disgust or intoxication.

He is calm, and all the things he has done and the people he has met are journeys before the real end.

He knew very well why the demons would go all out to kill him.

He certainly won't leave.

What he wants is to attract the main force of the demon race, and at the same time provide some kind of evidence for the other party.

It was a fog that both sides needed.

He wouldn't send any information to the Chinese military tent - the more silent the Chinese military tent was, the more the demons wanted to kill him - in this case, if he died at the hands of the demons, many soldiers and priests would have a big opinion on Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong, and the Terran army on the front line might even split.

He knew that Chen Changsheng would be under a lot of pressure, but he didn't care, he couldn't even bear this pressure, what qualifications did he have to be his student?

From early morning to autumn, the vanguard team of the Demon Wolf Rider finally broke through the heavy defense of the Xuanjia Heavy Cavalry and came to the front of the hill.

However, those bloodthirsty giant wolves who drooled and gasped for breath were shot to death by thousands of holy light crossbows before they could even set foot on the hill.

With the number of Holy Light crossbows getting smaller and smaller, such a large number of salvos is already a very rare picture on the battlefield.

It can only be said that whether it is Peng Shihai or other generals and soldiers in the Eastern Route Army, they all regard the safety of Shang Xingzhou more seriously than the sky.

The hill was littered with dead bodies and wounded.

The Terran cavalry who re-surrounded the hill carried out a simple cleanup, and the wounded soldiers of the demon clan naturally made up for it, and the wounded comrades were carried up the mountain, temporarily resting on the hillside, waiting for the war to rest for a while, the priest of the palace and the teachers and students of the Thirteen Divisions of Qingyao came to treat them, and they only hoped that the wounded were still alive at that time.

The soldiers put the wounded on the hillside, said a few words of comfort, and left.

Of course, they wouldn't forget to kowtow to the car a few times before leaving.

The little Taoist priest parted his fingers, revealing his dark eyes, and looked at Shang Xingzhou.

Shang Xingzhou didn't open his eyes and said, "Don't bother me if you can't cure it." ”

The little Taoist priest hummed happily, took out two straw ropes from his sleeves, fastened the wide Taoist sleeves around his wrists, and ran up the hillside.

The slopes were full of wounded soldiers, and naturally no one stopped him.

It's just that he didn't bring a medicine box and didn't know how to prepare for it.

The next moment, the little Taoist priest untied the golden needle from his finger and began to stop the bleeding for those wounded soldiers, and the expression on his little face was extremely serious.

Moving from one wounded soldier to another, his little face flushed with heat and beads of sweat on his forehead.

One of the wounded soldiers wore a felt hat that was not common on the battlefield, covering most of his face, and the exposed part was faintly blue.

Looking at the wounded soldier, the little Taoist priest scratched his head and said, "Is it poisoned? ”

After saying this, he had no choice but to give up the wounded soldier for the time being, and stop the bleeding for the other wounded soldiers first.

After doing these things, he returned to the front of the car, looked at Shang Xingzhou and smiled sweetly, and shouted crisply: "Ancestor, I'm back!"

The next moment, the smile on the little Taoist's face turned into a crying appearance, obviously nervous to the extreme, and said a few words silently.

I don't know when, Shang Xingzhou has already opened his eyes.

He nodded calmly.

The little Taoist priest got into the carriage neatly and hid behind him.

Shang Xingzhou looked at the wounded soldiers on the hillside, his gaze moving with the little Taoist fingers on his shoulder, and finally landed on one of the wounded soldiers.

It was the wounded soldier in the felt hat and a little blue in the face.

Shang Xingzhou looked at the wounded soldier quietly.

A shallow wrinkle gradually appeared in the corner of his eye, and it became deeper and deeper as the wind blew it.

Suddenly, a brilliant light appeared in his eyes.

Dozens of feet away, a spatial crack silently appeared at the throat of the wounded soldier.

The spatial rift is the sharpest existence in heaven and earth, and it can lead directly to the netherworld.

Beads of blood emerge from the cyan skin and are slowly cut open.

The wounded soldier suddenly opened his eyes, and his body sank into the ground like a sugar man in the water.

The spatial rift sank into the ground.

The wounded soldier's body turned into a cloud of smoke, spilling out of the dirt and spreading towards the hillside.

Shang Xingzhou suddenly closed his eyes.

The huge painting that was hung in the sky by a kite was the burning of Garan Temple.

Suddenly, a young Taoist priest appeared in the burning ruins.

The Taoist priest was beautiful in appearance, and he was exactly the merchant boat when he was a child.

He looked out over him into the wilderness, his eyes sharp, as if he could see all the ghosts.

In the painting, more than ten bright lights appeared in the young Taoist priest's clean eyes.

In the car, Shang Xingzhou's face had more than ten deep wrinkles.

Rub rub rub!

There were several sharp cutting sounds around the hill.

The spatial rift gradually faded away.

The black robe appeared.

The costumes of the Terran cavalry had long since turned to crumbs, and they were lost in the wind.

There were also many holes in the black robe that had protected him for a thousand years.

Bright red blood poured out of some of the breaches.

The legend is true, and the black robe is indeed a human.

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"I didn't expect that I would be successfully attacked by you. ”

The black robe looked at the Shang Xingzhou in the car and said.

His voice pierced through the hood, a little low, a little evil, but now a little more moved.

As he said, he took a great risk today, pretending to be a Terran cavalryman, and came to the merchant boat in order to kill the other party in a sneak attack.

Who would have thought that Shang Xingzhou would see through his hiding in advance and almost kill him in a sneak attack.

"This is the trick your student used to kill my student back then, and now you use this trick again, it's really disappointing to repeat it like this. ”

Shang Xingzhou's voice didn't have any emotional fluctuations, it was cold as if the other party was not a demon military advisor, nor was he an old man.

Naturally, he said that more than ten years ago, the young demon lord disguised himself as a seriously injured formation master and asked Chen Fu and Anwar of the Songshan Military Mansion to carry them to Xueling to find the owner of Cinnabar Dan.

The black robe said: "The person Your Majesty wanted to kill at that time was the first emperor, and it had nothing to do with Chen Changsheng. ”

Shang Xingzhou said: "In any case, it is an old method after all, otherwise I can't even hide it from a student." ”

The little Taoist priest listened attentively behind him, completely unaware of what an important sentence it was to him.

In the past two years, many people know that there is a little Taoist priest in the Changchun Temple in Luoyang, and he pays attention to the service in front and behind the knees of the merchant house.

But Shang Xingzhou never made it clear who this little Taoist was.

To this day, he said such a sentence in front of the black robe.

What are the benefits of being a business boat student?

You only need to know that one of the two students he took in front of him became an emperor and the other became a pope, and that's enough.

The black robe couldn't help but look at the little Taoist priest twice.

Although his arrangement today is not new, it actually has a great chance of success, who would have thought that he would be seen through by a child.

The so-called deep fortune probably means this.