At the head of Luoyang City, a middle-aged wizard covered in fragments, saw many clansmen lying in a pool of blood, snorted twice with an annoyed expression, staring at the arrogant Ye Zhiqiu, eager to use witchcraft to control him to death.

He took out a fresh egg from his arms, which was larger than an ordinary chicken, estimated to be a double yolk egg, which was originally used to nourish the body, but now he wanted to use it as a medium for casting a curse to kill the enemy generals of the clansmen.

The middle-aged wizard bit the index finger of his right hand and forced out three drops of blood, strange to say, his blood dripped on the surface of the egg, like ink in the water, quickly dyeing the small half of the shell red.

Three drops of blood fell one after another, and the eggs that were still white-shelled before were instantly dyed a strange crimson, like rouge made by drying and crushing polyps, and the red ground was dazzling and dizzy.

Then, the middle-aged wizard found and took off a short pen made of finger bones from the fragments on his body, put it on the tip of his tongue and dipped it in saliva, and a beard at the corner of his lips immediately spread out and fell off on his own.

The medium for casting the witch spell was ready, and the middle-aged wizard gently pulled his left hand in the direction where Ye Zhiqiu had stopped, just like the disciples of the Xuanmen Great Sect were good at smelling the wind and catching the qi, collecting a little breath from the target, and unconsciously pressing it on the egg, so that the two were completely integrated.

Immediately afterwards, the middle-aged wizard picked up the "Gu pen", on the crimson egg shell, and drew the word "pain" in a leisurely manner, and then held the egg in his left hand and slowly sank, to the position between the legs of ordinary people, and violently performed an outer door move similar to "Eagle Claw Gong", pinching and exploding the chicken with "egg pain".

The shell burst instantly, and the egg white and yolk suddenly splattered out, scattered from the middle-aged wizard's fingers, and turned into ashes as soon as they landed, and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes in the blink of an eye.

The witch spell was activated, and the middle-aged wizard stared at Ye Zhiqiu, who was sweeping thousands of troops under the city, and found that his expression did not move, only his eyebrows jumped slightly, and his gaze as sharp as a knife immediately glanced at him.

He glared back in surprise and joy, knowing that his "egg pain" spell had succeeded, but unfortunately the effect did not seem to be exerted to the limit, otherwise the enemy general who had been cursed would have bent down in pain, fell to the ground, and rolled on the ground in pain.

After all, the target of a middle-aged wizard is the key point that men have, unless it is a eunuch in the palace, a martial arts master who has practiced to the realm of shrinking yang into the abdomen, even monsters and monks cannot escape this technique.

At this moment, the oldest wizard in the old camp of the Xiliang Army, like a ghost, suddenly appeared behind him, saw the egg and the Gu pen, and immediately understood the witchcraft he had just cast, after all, he was also a master of this way.

"Sa Wuhu, the military spirit of the enemy general has already been formed, and it will interfere with our witchcraft, not to mention that this person is not an ordinary general, but a descendant of Qi Refiners who are all over the three mountains and five mountains, and we are hostile to them, and it is not bad if they can have two percent of their power. ”

The middle-aged wizard heard the identity of the person who was quietly approaching him, and hurriedly turned around on the spot, put away the Gu pen, and a yin fire emitted from his palm, instantly burning the eggshell of his left hand, and bowed his head respectfully: "Lord Cicada Xi, what should we do?"

"The Twelve Heavenly Ghost Banners were lost in the Tiger Prison Pass, and our losses were great, and there were many witchcraft that could not be used. An enemy general who knows how to do the Tao can easily sweep the Thousand Formations of the Xiliang Army, and the soldiers under the command of this person are covered in scales, and their breath is full of colorful poisonous light, so they can only send our Gu soldiers into battle. ”

The middle-aged wizard Sa Wuhu immediately understood, and fought against the Han army on the battlefield, he knew very well that witchcraft spells were all small ways, and in the end, it was up to the army to decide the victory.

In the past, there were twelve heavenly ghosts, who could bless the recruited Shengqiang warriors with twelve kinds of spiritual light, even if they were ordinary people, they would become brave and good at fighting a hundred generals, but unfortunately the heavenly ghosts and the core witch weapons that formed their magic bodies were lost in the Tiger Prison Pass, and the losses were heavy, it was definitely not so frivolous as the old witch cicada said, this was a strategic-level failure, and it would even shake the current advantageous situation.

Sa Wuhu remembered that the Han army was brave with one enemy and five enemies, and immediately understood that without the blessing of the heavenly ghosts, the clansmen were afraid that they would have to switch to strategic defense on the spot.

The middle-aged wizard took out the bone Qiang flute and played the ancient song "Mountain Wind" vigorously, the simple and sad tune was a little out of shape, but it still woke up the three thousand Gu soldiers hiding near the city wall.

These Gu soldiers, whose front chests and backs were covered with tumor sores and boils, and the wounds were constantly oozing pus and blood, limped to the wide straight road, and their ugly and strange faces frightened the Xiliang army, and after learning that they were their own people, the sluggish morale was slightly boosted, but after someone told the truth, the panic spread again.

Not long ago, Pao Ze was only injured a little, and he was made into a person who did not look like a human, and the ghost did not look like a ghost.

Old Wu Chanxi saw that something was wrong with the scene, and at the same time, he also felt that the ancient song that controlled the Gu soldiers was a bit ridiculous, and noticed that Sa Wuhu's mentality had changed, and immediately opened his mouth to scold: "What are you panicking about!

The middle-aged wizard immediately came back to his senses, he was also a person who had seen a big scene, and he was broken by the old witch's words, and he quickly cheered up and poured all his heart into the Qiang flute.

The sad tune became excited, and the confused Gu soldier suddenly refreshed his spirits, and seemed to have regained some of his senses, but his body was controlled by the Gu worm, and he couldn't help but push open the city gate and rush towards the target.

At the same time, Ye Zhiqiu passed the backpack of the system and obtained the "Golden Snake Sword" and "Tai Bai Ge" from the clones stationed in the Tiger Prison Pass.

He stared at the two divine weapons in his hand, and didn't know what was going on, but suddenly he was inspired to connect the Golden Snake Sword under Tai Bai Ge. The four-headed golden snake that formed the tip of the sword quietly unraveled itself, biting the tail end of Tai Bai Jinge, and began to merge without saying anything.

The original six-foot-long Tai Bai Ge was connected to the three-foot-long Golden Snake Sword, and the length was close to one zhang, and the whole body was blue and glowing with cold light, which looked extremely good. But what is even more surprising is that the front end suddenly spits out an eight-inch-long blade, and the extra part out of thin air even appears like a snake's letter.

"What is this? It's so much fun! I kind of like it. ”

Ye Zhiqiu wielded this brand-new divine weapon, whether it was the power of Chang Geng Star or the death power of the Big Dipper, it was a divine evil that could be rescued by seeing blood and sealing his throat, and there was no medicine to save him, at this time, in the eyes of ordinary people, he was more like a super martial artist who was going to a legend, rather than a terrifying Taoist monk.

Three thousand high-spirited Gu soldiers, under the control of the middle-aged wizard Sa Wuhu, quickly rushed out of the city gate that allowed ten carriages to pass side by side.

Due to the excessively violent movements, the tumors on the Gu soldier's body ruptured one after another, and the fishy pus and blood splattered in all directions, and immediately rose up wisps of smoke when they fell to the ground.

The yellow-brown mist was diluted by the strange wind of the march, and a disgusting sour smell immediately spread out, and ordinary people retched at the slightest smell, and the flesh and blood on the ground, as if the snow melted at the sight of the mist, quickly disappeared.

Ye Zhiqiu saw this scene, his eyebrows were slightly raised, the Gu soldiers who were not afraid of death seemed to him to be a "zombie army", and they also had a highly poisonous plague aura, even if the Zhongshan army not far behind him faced each other, unless they were shot with a long-range attack from the Rhubarb Crossbow Array, once they made contact and started hand-to-hand combat, even if they were victorious, they would suffer heavy losses.

"It's a pity! My Five Poison Dao Soldiers are not afraid of miasma and plague, and the poison resistance is even higher than the limit, no matter how bad it is, there are still my Five Poison Beads to suppress the array, which is the strongest class to restrain you!"

Ye Zhiqiu raised the "Tai Bai Jin Snake Ge" in his hand high, attracting the attention of everyone, including the Five Poison Dao soldiers, and then slashed forward: "I am invincible!

The Five Poison Dao soldiers reacted immediately, and roared with all their strength: "Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng!"

The panic and anxiety of the strange and ugly appearance of the Gu soldiers at the first sight quietly collapsed in the face of the boiling war intent, and for the glorious victory, the Han soldiers were more eager than anyone else, which was simply the group memory engraved in the blood and soul, continuing the spirit of the ethnic group to expand the territory and fight the heavens and the earth for thousands of years.

The Dao soldiers were not even willing to establish an advantage with the charging of their mounts, perhaps out of consideration for the sake of cherishing horsepower, they dismounted one after another, and under the leadership of Ye Zhiqiu, they paused in unison and let out a battle cry.

The morale and battle spirit are highly condensed, and the five poisonous Dao veins have been passed down to this day, showing the military spirit for the first time, except for the Platinum Scorpion King who sprinkled spiritual light, making the Taoist soldiers invulnerable, and the other four Yuan Gods also have different blessings.

The middle-aged wizard Sa Wuhu's face instantly turned iron-blue, and the ancient song played by the Qiang flute was almost out of tune again, but the old witch cicada Xi didn't say anything, because he was also frightened by Ye Zhiqiu, and couldn't help clenching his fists, and his bones were white.