Let's say that Ao Xuan originally planned to follow Du Erzhen to the Nine Iron Brake Mountain, Eight Treasures Cloud Light Cave.

If he wants to cultivate the Dragon Domain, he needs a lot of aura.

Ten Cave Heavens, Thirty Small Cave Heavens, and Seventy-two Blessed Lands, these places are inconvenient for him to move for the time being.

But he will not be polite to the major sacred mountains.

Although the Eight Treasures Yunguang Cave is less than one-tenth of the Yuanyang Cave, it is still better than the Dragon Palace.

It can be seen that the Dragon Hall is really suppressed miserably.

But halfway through the trip, Ao Xuan was suddenly attracted by something under the clouds.

After looking at it for a while, Ao Xuan suddenly thought about it and smiled slightly: "Du'e, you go back to the Eight Treasures Cloud Light Cave first, and send out invitations, so that all those Daoists who are equal to your status will go to you to discuss the Tao." ”

Fishing one is fishing.

Fishing a group, or fishing.

His Royal Highness will catch it himself, and if he catches too much, something will happen.

But if these people are lost, will the saints pay attention?

Ao Xuan sneered.

Saints know everything, but only if they are concerned about things and things they can see.

Ao Xuan has an infinite dragon domain protector, and the sage looks at him, unless he looks directly, it is impossible to count him at all.

So as long as he doesn't show his flaws, the saint can't do anything about him.

"Mudicate the waters first, and then break your game of deceiving the world!"

Du Er Zhenren took the order, and Ao Xuan pressed the cloud head, and after landing, he changed his body, and the gorgeous robe on his body became an ordinary Taoist robe.

It's like the countless scattered cultivators who travel all over the world.

One step out, it is already ten miles away.

After three steps, he came to the place that attracted him.

A small village.

At this time, the small village was in flames, shouting for killing.

I saw those grass-headed people in tattered clothes, holding pitchforks and sticks, fighting fiercely with a group of black-armored regular soldiers.

A group of grass-headed civilians, even if they are strong and carry clubs, are no match for the regular army.

Those black-armored soldiers were no more than 30 soldiers, but they killed more than 300 grass-headed people.

But what really interested Ao Xuan.

It was these more than 300 grass-headed people.

These men and women, old and young, have always fallen, although sooner or later they will be slaughtered.

But no one cried.

Except for the shouts of the fight, these people were silent.

Even a child of seven or eight years old does not see the color of fear.

This made Ao Xuan quite interested.

Cast a spell and stealth in.

Ao Xuan just stood in the crowd and watched the development of the situation.

"Sang Rubei, Your Majesty has an order, none of you can survive today, surrender early, and give you a good time!"

Among the black-armored soldiers, a man dressed as a lieutenant shouted loudly.

Among the people was a tall man, about forty years of age, with dark skin and solid muscles.

Even with his bare hands, he could fight the regular army head-on.

If it is among mortals, it can be regarded as the generation of the three armies.

"Phew!" Sang Rubei took a sip, "The faint king is in chaos, but he just wants to kill them all, come on, see if my Sang people are afraid!"

Behind him, a young man shouted loudly.

At this moment, a soft cry was suddenly heard.

A black wind blew through the crowd of the people.

I saw a roe deer-headed black-armored soldier holding a chubby baby next to the captain.

"Bao'er!" Sang Rubei exclaimed, wanting to rush forward, but was blocked by the soldiers.

"Since you don't know how to lift, then kill your son first to sacrifice the flag!" the captain snorted coldly, "Chop!"

Poof.

A big head hit the ground, and blood spurted more than five feet.

The headless corpse of the black-armored soldier fell to the ground and died, his body convulsed twice, and turned into a headless yellow fairy.

"It turned out to be a yellow fairy, no wonder it was so stinky within three feet of him!"

Ao Xuan held the chubby baby with one hand and covered his mouth and nose with the other.

"Who?" said the lieutenant.

His subordinate is a monk, black and powerful.

How did you get killed?

Where did this stinky Taoist priest come from?

Why did it suddenly appear?

"It's a little hot!" Ao Xuan glanced at the burning village house and waved his hand.

He saw the fire hula fly up, and in the blink of an eye, disappeared into his left hand.

The village, which had just shouted to kill the sky, calmed down as soon as it happened.

As long as you are not a fool, you know that you have met a powerful person.

Among mortals, even if it is just a miscellaneous immortal, it is already quite a remarkable figure.

Like the soldier who was cultivated by Huang Xian'er just now, but he was only the last Heavenly Immortal Beginner Rank.

Placed in the Dragon Palace, it is just the level of the last lower patrol Yaksha.

But he is already a top character.

A Xuan Immortal is just a mortal to these mortals, and he is already an unimaginable person.

What's more, this Xuan Immortal is Ao Xuan.

"This great immortal, dare, dare to ask which mountain and which province is the immortal......?

Ao Xuan didn't pay attention to him at all, just looked at Nasang Rubei: "This seat gives you blades and armor, you may defeat these soldiers?"

Sang Rubei's heart was also beating wildly at this time, and he was not afraid of facing officers and soldiers.

But in the face of an immortal, that's a different matter.

But he immediately replied, "If there are blades and armor, how can we men be afraid of these evil soldiers?"

Ao Xuan nodded, and with a wave of his hand, he saw that Sang Rubei and other villagers had fine and dense fish scale armor on their bodies, and there was a cold light shimmering hundred refining knife in their hands.

"Please!" Ao Xuan said.

Sang Rubei and the villagers around him glanced at each other, gritted their teeth, roared tigers, and rushed towards the soldiers who were already completely frightened.

Sang Rubei knew very well that if he was disobedient, then even if this immortal was not angry, he would definitely not ask about the affairs of the village again.

If you want to keep these 300 people in the village, you can only fight for your life.

There are also good men in their twenties and thirties in the whole village, but unfortunately they have no blades and armor, so they are naturally not the opponents of the regular army.

Now that you have armor, what are you afraid of?

The villagers have great trust in Sang Rubei, and they have seen the methods of the immortals, and they are all full of confidence and fighting spirit.

Naturally, morale was boosted.

On the side of the black-armored soldiers, there are two wars, and there is still half a sense of war.

Seeing the villagers killing, they just subconsciously resisted for a moment or two, and then turned around and fled.

"Don't let one go!" Ao Xuan's words sounded clearly in the ears of the villagers.

"Hurry!" Sang Rubei was shocked, and the steel knife in his hand slashed a little more urgently.

The soldiers ran out desperately, but as soon as they arrived at the entrance of the village, they crashed headlong into a transparent barrier and fell dizzy.

Only then did I realize that the entire village had been cordoned off.

Seeing that there was nowhere to escape, the soldiers were also fierce and fought with the villagers.

Ao Xuan looked at everything in front of him indifferently, but a plan in his heart had slowly taken shape.

On this earth, it will still be occupied by humans in the end, and the Dragon Hall Water Tribe will not be able to survive on the earth.

That's why the saints want to make the human race rise.

Still, what a saint can do.

Why can't Your Highness do it?