The war was lost, and the city was lost one after another, although it was not about Mao Zhenhuang's, but he was also angry when he looked at it.

I haven't wanted to lose a battle these years.

The battle was won, not to mention anything else, at least Zhu Youqi, the monarch of the Great Liang Kingdom, would be happy, and he Mao Zhenhuang's five or six Xuanyang Jingguang years might be able to have more than three melons and two dates.

And if you lose, heh! Don't talk about Xuanyang Jing, the Xuanjing of the life flower is Xuanjing.

With such an erosive war, he Mao Zhenhuang himself doesn't know how to survive until now.

"Don't stare at me like this! This is the northwest of our Liang country, if you say that you will fight, you will fight, and no one's life in this place is worth anything, not only the five of you, but also me, and even the bald man.

Write a suicide note for those who should write a suicide note, and if you want to pee your pants, go and pee your pants, and solve your Lazar in ten breaths, and I don't mind solving your dog's life if it's not solved. ”

Mao Zhenhuang looked at the five pairs of confused eyes that stared at him, and his mood was in a mess.

Yonghezi, the great god of Huayang Tianzong above his head, has not spoken for two years, and he has no good farts in one mouth.

When did the loss of the land shut up the of their monks?

Even if it was about their, it would not be to the point where the monks of the five sects in the Northwest Region would be killed.

After staying in this place for twelve years, Mao Zhenhuang knew too much about the urine nature of the previous resident monks of Huayang Tianzong, and if this Dangmang Mountain was lost today, he was convinced that Yonghezi would give all their miscellaneous pieces to pieces.

"Commander Mao!"

"In!"

Mao Zhenhuang turned his head and looked at Zhai Lao Liu, who was pulling an old face and yelling at him, hurriedly replied, and ran over in broken steps.

"Eight for one person, three amulets, five fire cloud spells, a total of eighty, your garrison. ”

After Zhai Lao Liu finished speaking, he didn't even look at Mao Zhenhuang's serious big plate face, and a handful of yellow talismans in his hand were stuffed in his hand.

"Twenty less! Don't deduct it this time, the Ming Zhaozong in front of him obviously doesn't look good. ”

Mao Zhenhuang took the yellow talisman in Zhai Laoliu's hand and grabbed it, and said to Zhai Laoliu with a frown.

Eighty authentic Huayang Tianzong Yellow Talismans, according to the market in the Northwest Land, five can be exchanged for one Xuanyang Crystal, and twenty is four Xuanjing.

That's not a small amount of money!

His one-year tenure as the commander of the garrison is only six Xuanyang Crystals.

Zhai Lao Liu pointed to the side angrily, and then shouted in a low voice: "I don't fucking detain your things! Your fat garrison is still distributed according to the full number of people, you see the blind guard next to you, and there are six in the hands of each member of the garrison below." ”

"The great god sent by the Huayang Heavenly Sect did it?"

After Mao Zhenhuang listened to it, his eyes rolled twice, and he lowered his head to Zhai Lao Liu in front of him.

It is impossible for Zhai Bald to pit him, if he really pits him, he will not be able to live now, so many things can be figured out with a turn of the brain.

"Bald, I have done a lot of bad things in my life, but I don't do one thing, and that is to take other people's money!"

Mao Zhenhuang glanced at the camp behind him and said, "Understood!"

"There are some things that you just need to think in your heart, and you don't have to talk about them, let alone show them on your face. ”

"Be taught, be taught! Old and not dead is a thief, the sages really did not deceive me, and in this northwest land, you deserve to live for a long time. ”

Mao Zhenhuang arched his hand towards Zhai Lao Liu and turned around and left, some things are really unspeakable, they are simply great cause and effect!

"Oh yes, don't worry, there's more. ”

Mao Zhenhuang turned his head and said suspiciously: "What else?"

"Your team will follow me in a moment, hehe!"

"Haha~~ admit it. ”

This is definitely good news!

The ruler is short and the inch is long, and the five sects such as Guanlou, Zhengxiao, and Jian Soap are attached to Huayang Tianzong, and they are Huayang Tianzong system.

And Huayang Heavenly Sect does not cultivate true spirits, does not emphasize magic techniques, and does not emphasize physical bodies, low-level monks only rely on a handful of yellow talismans in their hands to eat, and when their group of five sect monks go to the battlefield, this will cause their five sects to scatter the battle line very much.

And the pad is behind......

He Mao Zhenhuang can't die today.

"What are you anxious about, bald, I haven't finished my sentence yet. ”

Zhai Lao Liu looked at the short and fat Mao Zhenhuang in a hurry, grinned at his back and yelled again.

After listening to the words of the big bald head, Mao Zhenhuang squinted and said, "Haven't finished yet?" I said Zhai Bald, there is a fight ahead!"

It's really a fight!

As soon as Ming Zhaozong finished calling the number, Liang Guojun's real order arrived, and the yellow talisman with Huayang Tianzong's genuine product was also distributed.

When the order for war was given, everything about war here in the Northwest was so efficient.

It is also Mao Zhenhuang's garrison team that is slow, and the rest of the five sect monks are all marching forward with amulets, that is, Zhai Laoliu's men ordered the two garrisons to drive out, and there are only small garrisons like Mao Zhenhuang left in the rear, and there are no more than eight or nine teams of people who have died, and there are basically few complete personnel.

And this war is a war that must be won for these five sect monks in the northwest of the Great Liang Kingdom!

It's a war you can't afford to lose!

Huayang Tianzong Yonghezi understands them very well.

These wastes who were exiled by the Five Sects, old ruffians like Mao Zhenhuang and Zhai Laoliu, don't link their personal life and death with the victory or defeat of the war, and these people don't care about whether Liang Guo wins or loses at all.

"The ancient road is too early, and the chaos is unique.

Kunpeng went out of Qiong and flew to the soap in June. ”

This is the mountain gate number of the soap sect.

"The heavens are like Qianyuan and the earth are like Kun, and Yin and Yang are swallowed together.

Rigidity and softness have been set to rise and fall, and the heavens and the earth are running brightly. ”

Zhengxiao Sect!

"Chen Ming Yiyi Rui Yun rises, and there is no dirt and dirt.

Yun Su Dao is like a supernatural image, and the fairy stars and wonderful rain watch the building float. ”

And, of course, the viewing tower!

.......

The monks in the northwest of the Great Liang Kingdom were killed by the sudden cluster of arrows, and the remaining more than 300 people sang all over the Wuzong Mountain Gate, although it was not as good as the rumbling war drums that sounded through the sky, and it was not as good as the Ming Zhaozong neatly shaking the sky, but this group of monks walked from the rear to the front, which was the best boost to the morale of the soldiers of the Great Liang Army.

Because the sergeant knew that the victory or loss of this battle would have nothing to do with them in the future.

Long robes, cloth shoes, a short horizontal knife on his back, a Xuanyang Crystal in his left hand, and a few yellow charms of Huayang Tianzong in his right hand.

This is the monk of the Five Sects!

Similarly, in the eyes of the soldiers of the Liang State, this is their immortal master of the Great Liang State.

The yellow charm is used to fight and protect themselves, and the Xuanyang Crystal is used to restore their poor spiritual power.

And the short horizontal knife,

The yellow charm is limited, and when you run out, you can fight hard with a knife!

Of course, if you take it for self-cut, no one cares about you.

The sect only cares about whether you die or not, and it doesn't matter how you die.

A talisman was added, the mouth was about to vomit, the handprint flew up, and the cinnabar pattern on the yellow talisman suddenly shone brightly, and he shouted "Hurry!", and a cluster of red light burst out instantly.

More than 100 fire cloud charms were in the air, and suddenly the top of the white-shirted monk of the Ming Zhao Sect was covered with a sea of fire clouds.

Huayang Tianzong's charm is famous all over the world!

And this, of course, the effect has not lost the prestige of Huayang Tianzong.

But there is a disadvantage, that is, the amount is a little less!

There should be at least ten sheets in each person's hand, Yonghezi deducted one-fifth, and in the hands of more than a dozen garrison commanders at the sixth level of Zhai Lao, another fifth was deducted, plus the garrison commander like Mao Zhenhuang was deducting it, and finally the number of yellow charms that could actually reach the hands of the low-level monks.......

"Kill!"

With a heart-rending shout, a yellow-shirted monk of the Dragon Gate Sect had already pulled out the short horizontal knife on his back, and with red eyes, he rushed towards the monk of the Mingzhao Sect who parried the sea of fire and clouds in front of him......

"Respectable, pathetic, lamentable, and a little fucking pitiful! Cultivating immortals and cultivating immortals, immortals have not yet been cultivated, and they have cultivated ghosts first. ”

Mao Zhenhuang, who was standing behind and just threw the fire cloud spell, saw everything that happened in front of him clearly, and he didn't know which scene he touched or what kind of love he had, and he said sadly to Zhai Lao Liu on his side.

It's good not to stand behind, such a macro sweep of the battlefield, the mood of the fat man was a little depressed in an instant.

Because that's the first twelve years of his life!

In the past, there would never be a shortage of him, a fat man of nearly two hundred catties, and the yellow-shirted monk of the Longmen Sect who was shocked to death by the sword qi of the Ming Zhao Sect just now was his previous role.

The only difference is that the yellow-shirted monk of the Longmen Sect has a thin life, while he Mao Zhen has a harder yellow life and has lived to the present!

"There are ants below the foundation! Thrown in this northwest land of our Great Liang Country, sometimes cultivating ghosts is much stronger than cultivating immortals, at least not tired. ”

Zhai Laoliu shrank his neck with his hands on his sleeves, and his slightly cloudy eyes looked at life and death in front of him, without even blinking his eyelids, as if the tragedy in front of him did not cause a ripple in his heart at all.

There are no waves in the ancient well!

Of course, maybe it's just getting used to it.

"Don't talk about that, by the way, what were you going to tell me?"

Mao Zhenhuang threw out a fire cloud spell every thirty breaths, and after five rounds, he pretended to hold the Xuanyang Jingguang that had never become smaller and took two puffs.

It's very rhythmic!

Big bastard, I guess it's a person like him.

"It's nothing! It's just to tell you about the twenty extra yellow talismans in the batch of Huayang Tianzong just now, five or five! ”

"Zhai Bald, who entered your mother, is actually waiting for me here, and the fat man said how to put me behind. ”

After Mao Zhenhuang listened to Zhai Laoliu's words, he instantly felt the urge to slap the fire cloud charm in his hand on his old face.

Good one, as long as Xuanjing!

This is the Zhai Da garrison commander who kept telling him not to take other people's money!