Xingping mountain forest

After several days of flying through the sky, everyone in the group was exhausted. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info chatted for a long time, and several people crossed their knees to regain their energy.

At this time, Yun Wubei slaughtered the True Xuan Netherworld Holy Body to show its advantages.

The continuous use of the 'Shrinking Earth' supernatural power consumed a lot of energy, but the green particles hidden under the flesh and bones in his body lit up one after another when he felt a little tired, and he was rejuvenated again in the snap of his fingers.

As for the evil power, there is a steady stream of pure evil power from the Greedy Wolf Palace that has been continuously gathered into the body, and in a few days, the evil power has actually increased instead of decreasing, and the cultivation has improved a little.

At this time, everything is silent between the mountains and forests.

Only twelve mountain winds blew the branches and leaves of the forest, making a swaying sound, and the melodious sound of the spring when it crashed against the gravel.

Yun Wubei is bored and lazy, walking slowly between the mountains and forests.

Stepping on the thick pine needles and leaves, along the gravel path in the forest, bypassing this Hongshan Spring, the vision suddenly opens up. As far as the eye can see, a mountain stream winds its way through the forest, reaching behind a higher mountain in front of it.

Faintly, there seemed to be a louder sound of water coming from behind the peak.

Although this scene is deep and quiet, but the war is coming, it is related to the life and death of countless people under his command, where does Yun Wusad have the leisure to stop and watch this beautiful scenery?

Walking slowly, muttering for a moment, his mind suddenly summoned the phantom of the jade-faced scholar Wang Lun, a little worry appeared on his face, his eyes looked to the north, and said: "When I was forbidden to enter my greedy wolf palace, the Xuanyin prohibition in his body has been erased by the Qingyao Fairy, and this matter cannot be concealed from the people of the Xuanyin Holy Sect." Eight hundred miles south of the chaos broke out, and it is expected that the period for the Liang army to go south will be in these days. Brother Wang is leading this battle in the north, what is the best strategy?"

Wang Lunben was busy in Shuoyang City.

More than 300,000 blood floating slaughter was formed into an army by the original Youzhou East Linwei, Yuzhou Xianguan Garrison, Younan 100,000 Fengyang Army elites and Jingbian Houfu Tiger and Leopard Cavalry.

Its Middle East Linwei and Fengyang armies are infantry halberds, while the Xianguan Yuzhou Xianguan garrison is crossbowmen, and the tiger and leopard cavalry are slightly sound, but after they are combined, they are inevitably chaotic and disorganized.

However, the "Taishang Xuanling Beidou Natal Devouring True Scripture" repaired by the Blood Floating Slaughter is known for its short-range encounters, and the long-range crossbowmen are inevitably a little chicken, but it is a pity to abandon them.

After nearly half a month of purging, the armies were scattered and reorganized.

Today, there are 250,000 cavalry and more than 100,000 foot soldiers, and the logistics have their own manpower of Yun Lieyong, the original cavalry guerrilla general.

Wang Lunben was reading all kinds of complicated books and slips in the city lord's mansion, and a touch of divine thought was in vain called into the greedy wolf palace by Yun Wubei, and he was called to this strange mountain forest in a moment. Suddenly in a strange place, Wang Lun subconsciously looked around for a long time after a moment of trance.

After a long time, Wang Lun's expression was solemn, and he bowed and said: "After the Houfu clan meeting, Wang asked carefully about the prohibition. The more than 200,000 puppet troops directly under the Xuanyin Holy Sect are close to the prototype of the demon army, sleeping in the underground cemetery in peacetime, fearless in wartime, life and death, and infinitely powerful, and full of evil force and corpse poison, it is by no means an ordinary mortal soldier can be defeated. However, the Blood Floating Slaughter under the command of the Star Lord also cultivated the Dao, and the "Taishang Xuanling Beidou Natal Devouring True Scripture" had restrained the puppet army to the death, so it was not enough to worry about these 200,000 puppet troops. ”

After pondering for a moment, Wang Lun's words suddenly changed, "The only one who can be worried about it is the hundreds of thousands of Liang Iron Riders." There is a way to kill 1,000 enemies and lose 800 yourself, and the enemy army is several times the blood float. Xuanyin's eagerness to go south must be like thunder, and the Blood Floating Slaughter under the command of the Star Lord can only avoid its edge and clear the wilderness. It's just that this is a protracted war, and for a long time, the dull soldiers will be frustrated, and with the strength of the Jingbian Marquis Mansion and many families in Youzhou, it is really difficult to consume the same vein of the Liang and Xuanyin refining corpses. Even if the final battle is won, it will only be a crushing victory, and it will only last. ”

In the mountains and forests, the two walked side by side.

Yun Wubei smiled lightly: "A tragic victory is defeat! The hundreds of thousands of iron horsemen of Daliang are sinking into the sand, which is not enough to hurt their vitality, but for you and me, it hurts their muscles and bones." Because of the visions of the heavens and stars, the Xuanyin Holy Sect will definitely refuse to give up. Qing Lao once said that the intention of the drunkard is not in the wine, and the victory or defeat is not in the mortal world. Ruoyun's expectation is right, all the treacherous chaos in Daqing is just the beginning!"

A gleam of essence flashed by, and a cold light flashed in Wang Lun's eyes, "So, the Star Lord needs a quick victory and a big victory to deter the small and mixed forces of the three states of Qingbei?"

"Not bad!"

As soon as the words fell, both of them fell silent.

Walking on the bank of the mountain stream, the mist blew the ice at the very edge of the mountain stream, hitting Yun Wubei's body, and a stream of coolness flowed up his trouser legs.

Before they knew it, the two of them were pacing in front of the slightly higher peak.

At this point, the faint sound of water suddenly became deafening and extremely loud.

At this moment, Wang Lun pondered several times, suddenly stopped his steps, and said in a condensed voice: "Those who are good keepers are hidden under the nine lands; Those who are good at attacking move above the Nine Heavens, and vice versa!"

The sound is full of ears, and the clouds are sad and their eyes are bright!

"This 'good defender' is the most appropriate for my Blood Floating Slaughter Army, and the elite of the Blood Floating Slaughter gathered 150,000 in the First War of Younan is not known to outsiders. It is the best policy to defend the weak enemy and the strong, but if you can hit it by surprise, you will be able to hit it hard!" Yun Wubei wandered around and blurted out.

Wang Lun also stroked his palms and laughed: "According to Yu Ban, the soldiers of Xingping in Daliang are all rations and furnaces for refining corpses, and they are camped ten miles away from Xingping City. The 200,000 puppet army slept at the bottom of the vast cemetery north of Xingping. Wang has also sent scouts to investigate these days, and this is indeed the case!"

Their eyes met, and Yun Wubei and Wang Lun couldn't help but smile at each other.

Subsequently, the phantom of the jade-faced scholar Wang Lun disappeared out of thin air.

If you are a different person, if you want to take more than 300,000 elites by surprise, it is tantamount to a fantasy to blitz hundreds of thousands of large number of iron horsemen before the blitz attack on Xingping City. The Xuanyin Holy Sect in Daliang has many eyes and ears, and the proximity of the war will inevitably be the convergence of the eyes of all forces.

Waiting for idle means will never escape the eyes of all forces.

As long as the tracks are discovered, the iron cavalry will attack it, and the Xuanyin puppet army will follow, and everything will be closed.

But-

An unpredictable smile bloomed on Yun Wubei's face, and he couldn't help muttering: "Whether it succeeds or not, we need to wait and see-"

The heart was decided, and Yun Wubei's heart suddenly disappeared nine times out of ten, and he suddenly felt an indescribable Shutai.

Walking in the mountains and forests with a leisurely hand, he smelled the fragrant fragrance of his nose, and his mood became brighter.

Looking up at the peak in front of him, listening to the deafening sound of the water, his heart is relaxed. Secretly: This place solves the doubts in my heart, so that the mouth is suddenly opened, and it is really fate. There are also mountain springs and waterfalls, if you take a bath, it is good to wash away the dust on your body.

The thought of this ghost sending the gods together, it was as if there was a cry from the underworld.

In the next moment, Yun Wubei was stunned, and his body suddenly rose to the sky, rushing through the peak in front of him like lightning, and then leaned over and fell into the deep pool of the waterfall behind the mountain.

Xingping Town, in a hidden and quiet temple

An old man with immortal wind bones knelt on top of a white lotus platform, and countless green ghost fires hovered behind him, which looked extremely weird.

The lotus platform under the old man's seat is high, the surface is concave and convex, and countless green points of light are flickering endlessly. If you look closely, the bumps on the surface are a white skeleton!

And that little bit of green light came from a pair of hollow eyes on the heads of countless skeletons.

And the old man on the Skull Lotus Platform is the old man surnamed Shi in front of the Linshou Cliff of the Empty Mountain!

Under the lotus platform, among the ghost fires circling in the hall, Chen has a huge table of eight immortals. The table is full of colorful mountain delicacies, and the cup is full of elixir and jade liquid. On the side of the table, a burly bald giant man was sitting precariously, ignoring the delicacies of the mountains and seas in front of him.

Occasionally, sporadic ghostly fires roared towards the bald man, and in a moment, he was shattered by the rich, almost substantial blood color around him, and dissipated into the gloomy hall.

At this time, the old man surnamed Shi suddenly got up, his eyes were like electricity, he looked directly at the bald man, and laughed strangely.

"Blood slaughter and slaughter of Su, the dignified Mingtai Division commander is not staying in your Daqing, but what is the intention of coming to this Xingping City?"

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