"Ancestral gods, gods of hearts, protect your children and grandchildren, let these dead warriors return to your arms and receive your blessings......" An ancient, pious, divine voice descended from heaven.

It is accompanied by a strange rhythm of "knock, knock-knock...", but the drum sound with ancient charm sounds, like a spring breeze blowing through the pastures, like clouds drifting over the hills, like horses crushing the dawn, like cattle and sheep drinking water by the river, like a cold river frozen, like wolves biting goats...

A shaman wearing a divine robe, wearing a divine hat, holding a drum in his left hand and a mallet in his right hand chanted ancient incantations, singing and knocking, and slowly walked into the pioneer camp. Only then did everyone find that Murong Ke, who was tall and tall and wearing handsome armor, stood tall among the kneeling soldiers, quiet like a tall tower, abrupt and dazzling, staring at the field, not angry and arrogant.

The spiritualist ritual continues, and the shaman, holding a magic weapon, comes to each fallen soldier, calls the name of the deceased, and guides the direction of the deceased's soul, one after another....

At the same time, he was holding a puppet in his left hand, a puppet in the shape of a demon, and using a ghost-shaped puppet to glue the blood stains of the dead, one after another, and there were three words written on the puppet': 'Guan Hongshuo'...

Another shaman, holding a bronze bell for exorcism, danced with a rattle and recited a spell among the seriously injured soldiers to dispel the sickness that had been brought in by the serious injury.

This ritual lasted for a long time, but the soldiers of the pioneer battalion were extremely calm...

In the temporary tent, Murong Ke sat on the felt, Murong Chenfeng and Tuoba Wenbo stood on both sides, pointed to the side, signaled that Murong Chenfeng's leg injury had not healed, and sat down to speak. Murong Ke is Murong Chenfeng's uncle, and he didn't pay much attention to this nephew, according to Murong Chenfeng's qualifications, the avenue will stop at the early stage of foundation building. But since Murong Chenfeng entered the military with the glory of his family, he has won countless military exploits, supplemented by the way of the sword with the perception of the soldiers, and has broken through the two realms in a row to enter the late stage of foundation building, and is even expected to shape the golden pill. Murong Ke paid special attention to and liked this nephew, and this expedition was even more entrusted.

After listening to Murong Chenfeng's narration, Murong Ke couldn't help crying and laughing, he was originally an idler, but now he has become a stumbling block! It seems that this stumbling block is going to be removed, if he can't remove it, he doesn't care about breaking this stumbling block.

"Chen Feng, do you want to wash away the shame yourself, or will I send foot soldiers to attack the city?" Murong Ke remained silent, this was what he had to say, and it was also a kind of appeasement to his generals, but in his heart he very much hoped to send foot soldiers to eliminate this grain transport team.

"Great commander, the last general wants to use the blood of the enemy army to make a shame!" Murong Chenfeng gritted his teeth and got up, saluted with Tuoba Wenbo, and said with a solemn and earnest face.

"Okay! If you can't annihilate all the enemies in front of you tomorrow, you will be there early the day after tomorrow! I still have a second iron cavalry in my hand!" Murong Ke frowned and said sternly: "You only have one chance!" After speaking, he stopped speaking and walked out of the big tent.

Seeing that the shaman who had just collected the soul for the dead was standing respectfully outside the tent door, Murong Ke handed over an inquiring look, and when he saw the other party nodding, his heart was finally a little settled.

"The shaman and the monks are all left, and the light horse will follow me back to the camp!" Murong Ke got on his horse and left with a complicated heart.

After sending Murong Ke away, it was getting late, and Murong Chenfeng and Tuoba Wenbo studied tomorrow's tactics, and they would not take it to heart in the face of the temporary camp of the grain cart and the old and weak grain soldiers. After all, this loss was suffered by the Yuzhou rangers, and I thought that the Yuzhou soldiers were good at water warfare, and they were not good at riding and shooting to suffer such a big loss. Regarding the destruction of the city, the two of them thought of more than ten ways, our Dayan rode heavily, and when he got off the horse, he was a heavy armor foot soldier, and a few broken carriages, how could they withstand a few flying strokes of Changshuo, and they must not be fragmented.

Arrange 1,500 iron cavalry led by Tuoba Wenbo, insert ten miles in front of the night, and collect the post road to prevent the Yuzhou grain army from escaping at night, and arrange for the captains of various departments to strictly defend it. In the end, the ten foundation building monks left by the marshal were entertained, these monks stayed in the army for a long time, and were very familiar with how to cooperate with other soldiers, and they had known Murong Chenfeng for a long time, so they talked very happily, and only waited for tomorrow to help the vanguard battalion to annihilate all the grain and horses in Yuzhou, seize the grain and grass, and capture Guan Hongshuo and hand it over to the marshal.

The entire battalion of the Iron Cavalry Pioneer Battalion will keep watch for the fallen soldiers, and wait until tomorrow to sacrifice the dead with the blood of the enemy.

"Report! The enemy army is cutting down trees!" As soon as he probed into the Malay report, Murong Chenfeng had just laid down, and he was going to destroy this enemy army tomorrow anyway, so he said: "Don't pay attention to it!"

"Report! The enemy army is digging around the city!" There was a Malay report, and not long after Murong Chenfeng lay down again, he said impatiently: "Continue to monitor." ”

"Report! The enemy army is moving, and it is dark and you can't see clearly!" Murong Chenfeng said happily after hearing this: "Then don't look at it, as long as they don't run and don't come to sneak attack, they don't need to worry about it, they can still toss flowers, and there is no need to report it again." ”

That night, no one slept on either side and went their own way.

On a moonless night, just after the ugly hour, a man walked out of the pioneer camp and ran to the car city, but the guards saluted respectfully but did not stop him. The lights of Yuzhou Checheng are dim and unclear, faint, someone is busy, that person is no longer moving forward, and stops three miles away from Checheng.

The man held a bone spear in his right hand, and pinched the head of a ghost-shaped puppet in his left hand, the puppet was already soaked in dirty blood, and the three words 'Guan Hongshuo' that were originally written had been covered with layers of black blood, which was the blood of a full eight hundred martyrs, and the blood stains were still not dry, and there were black blood dripping from time to time.

That person is the shaman archsorman, who has completed the guidance of all the undead, and the spiritual power consumption is huge, and it is almost exhausted, but there is a curse that must be cast tonight, and only the resentment of the eight hundred undead tonight is the heaviest, so that the extremely vicious magic power can burst out, and the power of the curse can be exerted to the extreme!

The shaman chanted a spell to curse the evil act of killing the warriors of the Eight Hundred Empires, and led the ancestral gods to rain down their magical powers to slay evil spirits.

The dark clouds in the sky rolled, obscuring the starry sky, and covering the car city with bursts of blood.

The shaman sorcerer chattered and laughed, like a night owl, this time he used the great witchcraft and the eight hundred blood sacrifices, he will definitely increase his magic power, and it is not impossible to become a high-level wizard! Thank you Ke Shuai for giving him this opportunity.

Throwing the puppet in the dust, twisting his body again, dancing the dance handed down from ancient times, chanting the séance spell again, he already felt that the magic power of the ancestral god had been possessed, raised the bone spear with both hands, and plunged into the heart of the puppet with the sound of the wind, the bone spear pierced out, and the bloody tip of the spear pierced deep into the ground.

Eight hundred blood souls rose from the puppet's body, with the power of resentment and darkness, hovering around the bone spear at great speed, and the power was no less than that of the eight hundred flying swords, which were eight hundred flying swords that condensed karma, those that were the flying swords possessed by eight hundred yin spirits, and the flying swords of eight hundred blood sacrifices.

The bone spear inserted in the puppet's body was soaked in dirty blood, and the whole body became dark red, and the spirit of the bone spear gradually awakened after being bloodthirsty, like death in the darkness, suddenly rose into the air, opened its bloodthirsty mouth, and circled over the head of the shaman.

The shaman continued to recite the incantation, forming a strange magic seal with both hands, injecting all the magic power into the bone spear, and pointing in the direction of the Yuzhou army's chariot with his right hand.

The spirit of the bone spear was instructed, and after a sharp sound of breaking the air, it went straight into the air, and the eight hundred blood souls of Panhuan were guided, and followed the bone spear, like a crow in the sky towards the Yuzhou military camp...

But said that the young man, persuaded by the handlebar old Wei, did not allow him to work anymore, Lao Wei saw with his own eyes the young man who was carried to the car by the young marshal in a coma, how weak he was at that time, how could he work again. The young man didn't want to entangle too much with anyone, so he only obeyed, and silently walked to a corner where no one noticed, and his lonely figure was incompatible with the scene of all the soldiers working lively! Fortunately, everyone saw him as just a weak young man, a homeless person, with too bad luck, and he was so pitiful that he was coerced by the war and chaos here!

The young man also experienced the helplessness brought by the loss of luck again, and originally planned to go to Dayan, but he was actually encountered by Dayan raising troops to the south, and was trapped in a lonely city. He is a weak body, how long can he hold on under the impact of the big swallow's iron hooves?

The young man still has a very good impression of Guan Hongshuo, his bold personality, his cultivation in the middle of building the foundation, his outstanding archery skills, his courage to look at the world, especially the high cultivation of the way of soldiers, all of which deeply impressed the young man's heart. If you can also walk in the army of thousands of horses, and have the realm of stopping thousands of troops and horses with one arrow, it is not in vain to be a man's pride. However, he can only be a lone wolf, and he can't make friends with such a fascinating young talent, at least not now.

The young man has a feeling of closeness to the sacrificial wine Liu Gaohan from the first face, it is the feeling of being a Confucian fellow, I don't know which master he is under the door, he still has five masters, I don't know how they are, if only Uncle Chen was there, thinking of this, the young man smiled bitterly again.

In the middle of thinking, he suddenly felt that there was restlessness in the sea of qi in his body, Guan Hongshuo fed him a small pill when he was unconscious, the boy didn't care, and then he heard Guan Hongshuo repeatedly mention the small pill, and he had looked at the sea of qi inside, and the little pill had turned into a mist, and the wisps went deep into the skeletal muscles in the body, so that his body that was overdrawn with spiritual power yesterday was gradually repaired. This restlessness is to continue to repair the negative impact of life loss after repairing the body.

As the name suggests, the small return pill is to restore the peak state of the past, a small return pill can restore a level, and a big return pill can restore a realm.

The young man's delicate mind immediately understood, and immediately used the divine power of insight - 'subtlety', in that mist-like search, he actually found the power of seeds, and repaired these powerful powers like seeds, planted all over the body, and under the watering of the spiritual power in the body, stimulated the cells in the body to make them stronger. Thinking about this link, the young man immediately began to enter the state of cultivation, changing passive repair to active repair, and now there is a crisis, this time can not be delayed for too long, the Great Yan Iron Horse may make a comeback at any time.

Once the young man understands something, he can do it as fast as a god, and it can be described in a moment, and he will absorb all the medicinal effects of Xiao Huandan. Xiao Huandan really did not deserve to talk about Guan Hongshuo, and the young man returned to the physique of the late stage of body refining. Although it still looks weak, it is very suitable and familiar to the teenager, from the age of thirteen to the late stage of body refining until the time before cutting off the love silk, it is the physique realm of the late stage of qi refining.

My luck doesn't seem to be too bad, so I'm tired and faint, and my physique can be upgraded to a higher level.

The boy began to get excited, and as his physique returned to the familiar realm, he activated the familiar insight of the realm - 'seeing as if there was nothing'.

The boy could see and hear anything he wanted to see and hear within a radius of miles, and nothing could block the sight of insight.

He could understand the dialogue between the sacrificial wine Liu Gaohan and Guan Hongshuo, and when he saw the defense plan that the Mo family was engaged in, he couldn't help but admire the Mo family's defense methods, and he could see that every soldier was busy working, and in this way, the young man gradually entered an ethereal state.

The sky gradually darkened, and the young man who entered the ethereal state had a wider field of vision, and the dark night could not affect the young man's vision.

The boy saw the light of the fires of the Dayan Pioneer Camp and the sentries standing guard in the distance...

I saw a tall, mighty-looking man descending from the sky with a flying sword, in the middle of the battlefield, thinking for a long time, and slowly walking towards the pioneer camp...

Seeing a heavy cavalry speeding past the post road...