"Hmm......"

A wisp of aura floated from the fruit, flew into the mouth and nose of the painting, peeled off the fruit of the aura, and the face and limbs of a three-month-like baby quickly withered and rotted, turning into a pool of sticky black, dripping to the ground along the fingers.

There was a faint stench.

Hiss~~

Painting Hongyi raised his face, the scorched hair faded, glowing and supple, and the cortex of the white bones could be seen blooming with a trace of green spirit Qi intertwined, quickly closing, and pieces of charred ashes fell, revealing new and white skin.

The place on the body that was burned by the fire is also rapidly healing, rejuvenating, the sky is gradually green, the east is white, the painting red is only then walked out from under the tree, the footsteps are still a little staggering, looking at a stream, looking at the reflected face through the water, fingertips gently rubbing the face that has become intact.

Then, with a bang, the water surface was splashed, and Hua Hongyi got up with her ragged dress in her arms, and the water droplets on her hands fell to the ground along her fingertips, and she looked at the rolling mountains to the south, and murmured softly.

Lu Liangsheng ..... You wait!"

The last three words spit out heavily between her lips, she is the red soul of self-cultivation in the temple, not only has a common memory, but also has the emotions when they are separated.

Coming to the south to catch the old monk of Zhenhai is the order of the Master of Wuyuan, but it is her personal idea to go to Qixia Mountain, I thought that Lu Liangsheng lost his cultivation, and by the way, he swept him back to Baihuling to be a loving couple, but I didn't expect that the scholar's cultivation was still there, and there were more bizarre spells.

Hua Hongyi looked at the mountain that shrouded the sea of clouds, and his nails were unconsciously sunk into the flesh and skin, and Zhu Erniang was folded in it, and he was somewhat unwilling in his heart.

'I'll come back again, but before that, I'll have to finish the Venerable Master's second thing.......'

Go north to the grassland!

This thought flashed in her heart, and she turned around while holding her chest ribs that were still burning, and gradually sprinkled with golden morning light, shining on the painting Hongyi, who was dressed in rags, staggered away, and turned into a gust of wind blowing through the forest in a few steps, and the branches and leaves swayed wildly.

The sun rises over the clouds, and on a brilliant autumn day, the light extends between the clouds, crossing the rivers and rivers, and the world is prosperous, the sky becomes gray, and the temperature gradually decreases.

Under the sky, the endless sea of grass presents the withered yellow of late autumn, and in the occasional wind, grass clippings fly all over the sky in people's field of vision, and some people scream in a miserable voice, not like the panicked screams of the Chinese of the Central Plains.

"It's coming, it's coming!"

"Don't look back—"

"Ahh

The sound of horses' hooves trampling on the earth, like thunder crossing the border, stepped out of a series of rumbling sounds, dozens of Turks rode horses and galloped, some people heard the screams and turned back, what caught their eyes was a tribesman burst out of a cloud of blood mist, even people and horses tore in half, left and right to the ground and rolled, bloody viscera thrown out, dragged endlessly, stained in the dry grass and connected into a scarlet.

In a moment, a person descended from mid-air, and the armored footsteps stepped on the grass, walking a few feet, closely following behind, with a slightly raised arm, holding a golden sword full of carvings.

Soon, dozens of Turks rushing forward rushed into a tribe, and in a moment, a horse neighed, and hundreds of cavalry rumbled towards him, brandishing spears and blades.

"That's this man!"

"Kill him—"

"A Sui man dares to go to the grassland alone to kill people!?"

However, what greeted them was a cold light rushing straight into the surging riding array, sword qi and sword light flickering wildly, and in an instant, the limbs of people and horses decomposed, lifted the sky, and fell down heavily.

The hot blood stained the blades of grass and soaked the soil, the corpses around the figure standing on that side extended, and there were no longer people and horses still standing, the people who were not yet dead were holding the broken arms and thighs and screaming miserably, the war horses that had lost their hooves were struggling and screaming on the ground, and at a certain moment, the figure in the middle slowly raised the sword, and the expressionless hands held the sword above the head, and then, slammed into the ground, and the cracks spread out in all directions.

"Blood Spirit ....."

As soon as the palms holding the hilt of the sword tightened, the sword face magic light lit up, spreading along the dense carved patterns towards the ground, extending along the cracks, forming a huge magic circle, enveloping the corpses and wounded in one place.

“..... Sacrifice!"

The heavy sword body sank into the ground halfway, the huge magic circle gradually turned scarlet, and the two corpses next to each other suddenly moved, sticking together, the flesh and blood fused, little by little peeled off and turned into blood droplets rose into the air, and the still living Turks tore their faces and chests, roaring and screaming, watching the flesh and blood slowly dissipate into drops of blood and fly towards the Sui people standing there.

"God, please spare us!"

A man crawled on the ground, reached out to grab the man's ankle, and in the miserable cry for mercy, the outstretched hand melted like snow, and the sound stopped abruptly, leaving only the armor on the ground.

"It's not enough!"

The figure standing with the sword in his hand, the cloak stroked, looked down at the blood beads suspended in his palm, the last drop flew into it, pulled out the big sword on the ground, and the magic circle flew back like a tide, disappearing under his feet.

"Master Yuwen!!"

In the distance, there was the sound of horses' hooves, Yuwen Tuo put away the blood beads in his hand, turned around, and a Sui scout came over, more than ten steps apart, jumped off the horse, and knelt down on one knee and arched his hand in front of him.

"Master Qiyu, General Shi asks you to go back, there is an important military situation. ”

"Hmm. ”

Yuwen Tuo looked in the direction where the military camp was located, waved his hand to let the scout leave first, put his sword back into the sheath, and raised his hand without looking at the Turkic tribes behind.

A flash of lightning fell from the sky, and the blue and white light flickered for a moment, and the fire rose up, and the whole tribe burned, resounding with the screams of people and livestock.

Outside the flame light, Yuwen Tuo has disappeared in place, shrinking the ground into inches under the spell, came to the southeast hidden valley, gloomy sky, standing here The military camp is a slaughter, the patrolling Sui soldiers passed by with weapons, saw a figure coming from the sea of grass in the distance, and shouted to stop.

After seeing the faces of the people who came, he hurriedly got out of the way, waved his hand and urged his companions over there to open the door, and bowed down with his weapon and stood on the side.

"Master please!"

Yuwen Tuo glanced at him, lifted his cloak and strode away.

"Is Shi Wansui in the back camp or in the front camp?"

"Back to the Taishi, the general is in the front camp. ”

The soldier followed into the gate and said with a smile: "The general sent someone to find the Taishi, and he stayed in the front camp and waited for the Taishi to come back." ”

As he spoke, he also looked at the front of him striding in a cloak Taishi, the age was no more than two ten, and one person would kill the grassland, not to mention the martial arts, but also recruit thunder and set fire, and more than 20,000 Turks from the seventeen tribes were wiped out in two months.

I heard that Master Yuwen still has a master, isn't that even more powerful?

When he arrived at the tent of the front camp, the soldier quickly ran forward and lifted the curtain for the guarding soldiers, Yuwen Tuo nodded at him and walked in.

In the middle of the tent, a general looked dignified, bearded and majestic, walked back and forth in front of the case with his hands, glanced at the map hanging on the side from time to time, and saw Yuwen Tuo come in, and stepped forward and arched his hand.

"The last general has seen the Taishi. ”

"You're welcome, General. ”

Yuwen Tuo unleashed the Xuanyuan Sword and sat down on the table next to him, and made a 'please' gesture, his tone was monotonous and calm: "The general called me back, what is the military situation?"

Shi Wansui, who was standing in front of the desk, took a letter from the table, handed it to the other party with both hands, and then walked to the map and gestured with his fingers.

"The scout has come to report that the Turkic Great Khan Sha Boluo, who fled before, is here again, hmm..... The Taishi's killing in the past two months was too heavy, which attracted his attention, and the last general thought that while his army had not yet come, we might as well withdraw for the time being, so as not to be besieged. ”

"How many people did he bring?"

"Nearly 80,000 ....."

Yuwen Tuo picked up a glass of cold water, took a sip, and looked at the gloomy sky outside the tent, with scattered snowflakes falling down.

He said softly:

"That's just enough. ”

Soon after, the first snow of winter fell, covering the sea of withered yellow grass, but the atmosphere on the whole grassland was oppressive, covering the crystal snow particles on the ground, and gradually shaking.

Countless iron hooves flew, and under the snowflakes of the sky, the desolate horns sounded, and the dense cavalry stretched out endlessly, rising and falling like the waves of the sea.

Woo~~

At the sound of the horn, the surging 'wave' slowly slowed down as a big shot stopped, and someone in front of him tightened the reins and stopped the war horse.

"Phew!"

The sand bowl whispered slightly, narrowed his eyes, and raised his hand from the big cloud, pointing to the vast falling snowflakes in the distance.

"Sui people, is that him?"

The high priest who followed on the side urged his horse to follow the direction pointed by the Great Khan, and a lonely figure stood there, unable to see his face clearly, but from the other party's body, he could feel that the other party was also a cultivator.

"It is not enough to die last time, another one is seeking revenge, the Great Khan will wait a minute, I will go and present his result, head to the Khan for viewing. ”

Around, the cavalry of the Turkic tribes that stretched out their formations also saw the figures in the wind and snow, fighting in the sea of grass for a long time, and they had never seen a person standing in front of an army, so they couldn't help laughing.

The high priest asked the attendants to bring a few little men and put them on the ground, tore off the seal of the Weng's mouth, and began to do so.

On the back of the war horse on the side, the sand bowl glanced at it, and looked at the figure in the distance with a smile.

"The people of the Southern Dynasty are really not afraid of death, and Ben Khan will no longer compete with one person like before......"

The north wind swept the fluff on his coat, and the high priest who was doing the work next to him suddenly stopped, and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?" for a moment.

In front of the afterglow, the figure moved.

The next moment, turning his face back, the whole person stayed on the back of the horse, and even the high priest with high mana felt his scalp shrink under the felt hat in an instant.

In the field of vision, a flash of golden light rushed into the sky.

Then, in the loudest voice of his life, he turned his head and shouted at the endless army behind him: "Run!"

Turning around the back of his roaring head, the golden light in the sky turned into a giant sword that reached through the sky, flashing countless empty carvings, and roared down in this direction.

Boom –

The golden light stirred up a circle of qi waves that spread out in all directions, bulldozing everything.

Shi Wansui, who was standing at the top of the hill, opened his mouth slightly, and the glass containing wine in his hand clattered, fell to his feet, and tumbled down the hillside.

'80,000 people..... That's it?'

Coming back from the shock, Shi Wansui immediately wrote a letter of 800 miles and sent it to Chang'an urgently, and the war horse galloped along the official road to the south through the swaying snow, and then crossed the mountains and forests, entered Chang'an, and entered the palace.

For a time, the whole Chang'an was a sensation, and it quickly spread to various states.

......

The cold wind whined and blew through the mountains and forests, and the first snow fell on the stretching Qixia Mountain, and the white foothills were covered in silver.