Zhang Qian was like a trapped beast, and suddenly pounced, crushing a Yin soldier close to him with one punch.

Just about to continue to fight, I saw a yin soldier on his side fade like a tide, from which a road was separated, a vast breath swept in the distance, not like the eerie feeling on the ordinary ghosts, but there is a feeling of wind and sunshine, only to feel lazy and powerless all over the body, as if he was recovering from a long illness, the person who came was a ghost fairy, Zhang Qian slightly restrained his demeanor, turned to look at the old man who came with the wind, his eyes were slightly closed, his face was unusually calm and harmless, but the murderous intention in his heart was slightly revealed, but it calmed down in an instant, the old man in front of him was definitely not King Yan, first of all, he could not see the handsome demeanor of the general in charge of the three armies。

And although the old man in front of him is a ghost immortal cultivator, and his strength is not weak, but King Yan is the head of the five ghost kings in the ghost city of Yudu, and the strength of this old man is much inferior to that of King Jing.

The most important thing is that this old man has a murderous intent in his eyes! But King Yan doesn't want to kill him.

He would not threaten him with the life of Qingxuan Dao, and he felt unscrupulous in a hurry, but Zhang Qian could clearly feel that King Yan, who was hidden behind the scenes, was in control of the overall situation with ease.

Although Zhang Qian is now absolutely sure that he will kill this old man in front of the battle, this person is not the most important person, and killing him is not enough to change the situation, so he has restrained his murderous intent. Then he took a few steps back, although he did not speak, but from his demeanor, he could already feel the strong jealousy in his heart, and a strong hatred, which was the kind of normal reaction that was threatened but helpless, the old strategist saw him reflect like this, and his heart suddenly calmed down a lot, it seems that this person has been coerced, and there is no possibility of escaping resistance, gradually getting closer, Zhang Qian took the opportunity to act, and reprimanded angrily: "You know that the person who is walking with me is a Qingxuan Dao person." How dare you be so presumptuous!"

"The knife has been unsheathed, how can it be withdrawn without blood! What about the Qingxuan Daoist? Even if the Daoist Master of Donglin came in person, the matter has come to this point, and there is only one point of life and death!" the old strategist rebuked disdainfully.

"In that case, the two of us are dead today no matter what?" Zhang Qian laughed loudly, looking fearless.

The old strategist frowned slightly, not daring to answer.

Humane promise, although now he has become a ghost, but his nature is difficult to change, he now only knows that King Yan intends to capture this person alive. But I didn't know if I planned to let this person live afterwards, so I kept silent.

Zhang Qian couldn't think of what King Yan intended at this time, the identity of King Yan's humane Muyun family general had already flown back to annihilation with the passage of time, and now he has become a ghost cultivator, and no one will connect the two together, although King Yan ordered not to hurt his life, but Zhang Qian also found it difficult to feel kindness from this move, and estimated that this person wanted to torture him for some information, but why did he choose himself. is not a Qingxuan Dao person with a more special identity, it is unknown, according to this line of thinking, it is natural to play it. And he also has to take care of the Qingxuan Dao people, although it doesn't matter to him whether this person lives or dies, but Zhang Qian hopes that he can live for the time being.

If the Qingxuan Dao people can't pass everything they see back to the sect in its original form. The illusion that you have worked so hard to fabricate is useless.

Moreover, the deaths of important people in Yangshan Xiaodongtian beside him one after another will also attract more suspicion.

And now, he can't arouse the suspicion of the Qingxuan Dao people.

If you succeed in doing so. Qingxuan Dao people may not have a chance to get out of trouble, if he is resentful of himself, he will inevitably distort some things, and even accumulate too deep resentment, and when the time comes, he will smear himself in the righteous path, then he has to kill this person personally, and he has offended him before, so he now wants to do his best to make him change his attitude towards himself, and now is the perfect time, adversity to see people's hearts, Zhang Qian saw that the old strategist was silent, as if he had seen through his scheming, he couldn't help laughing, and reprimanded angrily:" Even so, what's the point of you coming to make a noise, you want the old man to be killed? Anyway, as soon as you die, you will be buried with me!"

As soon as the words fell, the whole person turned into an afterimage and pounced towards the old strategist.

The speed seems to be extremely fast, but it is not as light and fluttering as it was at the beginning, making people traceless, and the body at this moment looks extremely heavy, and there is a feeling of gritting teeth and holding on.

The two of them were extremely angry when they spoke before, and their voices were also very loud, Qingxuan Daoist was only a hundred feet away from here, and he naturally listened to it word for word with the cultivator's perceptual ability, and he was also annoyed, he didn't expect this Yan King to be so despicable, he had never seen the true face of Yan Wang, but he just took the old strategist as Yan Wang as a matter of course. However, this Taishang Taoist made him a little impressed, he is not greedy for life and afraid of death, if the Taishang Taoist is really tied up and captures him for a way to live, although he will admit his feelings, but he will inevitably scold this person in his heart for being an idiot, and he didn't expect King Yan's words to be true, but Zhang Qian is not afraid of death, and would rather be broken than broken!

This man's temperament is quite appetizing to him, and although he was offended before, it has been diluted a lot now.

Before life and death, those small hatreds and grudges are naturally not worth mentioning.

And his previous actions also planned to sacrifice this person for himself in exchange for a way to live, and he felt guilty in his heart, and the back and forth was settled.

"Qingxuan Daoyou, before life and death, human nature is selfish, it is really human nature, I don't want to mention more about the previous things, as if it never happened, at this time you and I should work together to get a glimmer of life, looking at this tone of mouth, should be the general of the three armies, I am now up to assassinate, if I can succeed, these Yin soldiers and ghosts will become a plate of loose sand, you can take the opportunity to get out of trouble, but the pure yang vitality in my body has been exhausted, even if I succeed, I am afraid I will not be able to leave, after you escape, quickly return to the small cave of Yangshan Mountain, ask for help to come to my rescue, these ghosts may not be able to break through my armor for a while and a half, save my life, my life and death will be in your hands。 ”

Qingxuan Dao people were infected by Zhang Qian's actions, and they were about to fight back, even if they died here, they would have to pull a few more people to accompany the funeral, and suddenly they received a transmission in their consciousness, and they were slightly anxious.

"What?" Qingxuan Daoist was already preparing to die, but he was suddenly startled when he heard Zhang Qian's extremely bold idea.

However, if you think about it, it is not impossible, and you don't have to bear the risk anyway.

It's just that a bad premonition swelled up in his heart, even if this Taishang Daoist can succeed, can he come to his rescue with just one battle armor in the angry siege of tens of thousands of Yin soldiers?

I'm afraid that he is gambling with his life, and he is the ultimate beneficiary.

Rao is Qingxuan Dao is arrogant, and at this moment, he also has a deep awe for Zhang Qian, he clearly knows the meaning of his previous actions, but he is not entangled. This kind of open-mindedness is indeed convincing, and knowing that this approach is dangerous, almost nine deaths, but without a trace of fear, or even a moment of hesitation, this kind of thought is emerging in the heart, and the divine consciousness receives another transmission, and the voice is full of ease and calmness, "If you come with a rescue." I'm dead, don't forget to avenge me!" Qingxuan Dao was stunned, and took a deep look in the direction where Zhang Qian was, only to see that his whole person had turned into an afterimage and rushed out.

As if he was determined to never return, then thousands of troops swarmed up and engulfed him.

"It must be successful!" Qingxuan Daoist prayed excitedly, his mind was affected, and he couldn't help but be distracted.

A gloomy wolf's tooth arrow shot from its back, and the energy contained in the arrow pulled a long turbulent flow in the void. There was a sharp whistling sound, and the Qingxuan Daoist reflected that he was slow for half a beat, and he couldn't cope with it, and the wolf tooth arrow suddenly passed through the pupils of the white dragon's eyes. The white dragon, which was already covered in a thousand holes as if it had been tortured by Ling Chi, was suddenly torn apart, and the white cloud had already lost its luster at this moment, as if it was covered with a layer of dust, and it fell apart in an instant. The cold air swept all around, like a cold fog in late autumn, and the residual power of the wolf's tooth arrow weakened slightly. Rubbing the shoulders of the Qingxuan Dao people, he flew over, bringing up a blood mist, the wounds were clear, and the white bones were faintly visible.

He didn't care about the injury, turned his head suddenly, looked at where Zhang Qian was, and his heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

I saw that the menacing Taishang Daoist has been dominated by thousands of troops, between the legs, under the ribs, the neck and all the joints, are interspersed with the Xuantie spear, the whole person is fixed to death, unable to move, although the 'Yan Wang' is only a stone's throw away from him, but he is unable to save, and he wants to hurt his life, Qingxuan Dao's heart is desolate, and he does not complain about the Taishang Daoist, the sky is going to kill me for the crime of not fighting, it is not easy for the Taishang Daoist to have this heart, and there is no such courage for others, but the strength is not good, what is the way? Silently mourning for it, his eyes became cold again, the murderous intent was intense, and he was more cautious, this appearance was no different from that of a trapped beast!

Now that life and death are decided, we can only fight hard and make the enemy pay an even more tragic price.

Zhang Qian was restrained by the big gun, like a crab tied up by straw, unable to move, although these big guns can be destroyed by a slight shock, but now the intention is to fail, it is symbolically struggling, so he is not moving, and the power of the big gun is dominated like a marionette, and at the same time, the pure yang vitality is withdrawn into the purple mansion, making an illusion of exhaustion, the old strategist glanced at it lightly from a distance, his eyes were cold, and the murderous machine in his heart flashed away, he wanted to break this person's corpse into pieces, in order to capture him alive, at least nearly 10,000 comrades were beaten by him, but he didn't dare to do anything to him at this moment。

He stepped forward slowly, put his hands behind his back, and stared at Zhang Qian, the anger in his heart gradually subsided, but he didn't notice anything abnormal at all.

Zhang Qianzi has been fighting with the Yin soldiers for two or three hours, even if he is a Qingxuan Daoist, he is about to exhaust the cloud qi stored in the ink river and mountain fan, Zhang Qianli has insisted for so long It has shocked him, he would not have thought that Zhang Qian was just a fraud at the moment, there are still many means that have not been used, the pure yang vitality in the body is replenished by the Linglong Liuhe Pagoda, and there is no sign of exhaustion at all, but his mind is a little sleepy.

The old strategist was thoughtful, but at this moment he could not see that he had been deceived by illusions.

You must know that even if this ten thousand yin gods give up resistance and let others slaughter them, ordinary monks will be exhausted if they want to kill them all, it is a huge siege, let alone the power of one person against thousands of troops?

Even if Zhang Qian was still alive at the moment, the old strategist didn't believe that he still had any means.

He stretched out his hand to gently grab a bone spur on Zhang Qian's helmet, and then secretly forced, a low grasping sound spread from the palm of his hand, just like the sound of steel being twisted by brute force, Zhang Qian held his breath slightly, the old man's five fingers were only a few inches away from the corner of his eyes, but he still didn't make any moves, although he could easily kill it now, but let the old man act recklessly, he also knew in his heart at this time that the old guy's intention was to remove the breathless armor on his body, he would never allow himself to be fully armed and threatened to meet King Yan, and he did not resist, although the breathless armor was removed, it was extremely dangerous for him。 But he has made up his mind, and how can he be easily shaken.

If you don't break the kettle, how can you have the courage to fight against the water!

The old strategist originally wanted to be unable to kill Zhang Qian, it didn't matter if he destroyed a spiritual treasure, if it weren't for the fact that this armor was as indestructible as a turtle shell, how could he fight such a wreck in this battle.

As a result, there was a secret struggle, but there was no way.

This breathless armor is fused with Shura's bones, nine thousand years of dark iron, and various spirit arrays, how terrifying is the sturdiness? Trying to destroy it is pure idiot's dream.

The old face of the strategist suddenly couldn't hang up, he coughed dryly, he could only give up, and replaced the crushing and kneading power with grabbing, wanting to take off the helmet from Zhang Qian's body, but the result was also unsuccessful, Zhang Qian really couldn't wait anymore, secretly communicated with Shen Gu, and signaled him to give up resistance. Then he sneaked into the young cicada spirit array and hibernated, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble, and the old strategist succeeded and took off his helmet. Immediately, I saw Zhang Qian's bloodless face, and most of his face was covered by his scattered hair, which looked unusually embarrassed, such a move. He didn't react either, it seemed that he was really out of oil and powerless to resist.

The old strategist didn't bother to make a move, and waved his hand. After several Yin Gods received the order, they immediately stepped forward to remove the breathless armor on his body, and was collected into the storage ring by the old strategist.

It seemed that the wind on all sides was a little biting, and Zhang Qian raised his head with difficulty.

The old strategist glanced at him, stretched out his hand, and a thick yin qi poured into his chest as if he were training. In order to hide people's eyes and ears, Zhang Qian has already opened the 36,000 pores on his body, otherwise there is no leakage of the spirit body to block all the breath, and the biggest life-saving method will become the biggest flaw in his current fraud, he has the heart to break the cauldron and sink the boat, and he is sure that this person will not hurt his life, so he did not resist, let the yin qi pour into his body, slowly flow along the meridians in the body, and finally stopped in front of the purple mansion, sealing all the ways for the pure yang vitality to leave the purple mansion, but did not invade the purple mansion for half a step, nor did he find that there was a lot of pure yang vitality stored in it。

The Purple Mansion is no less important to cultivators than the heart and brain, and if there is a slight mistake, it will be the end of death.

King Yan now wants to spare this person's life, and the old strategist doesn't dare to mess around, but just seals the pure yang vitality in his body, so as not to make this person a trapped beast and struggle.

Zhang Qian silently accepted all this, and let these yin qi seal the Purple Mansion, if for ordinary people, such a majestic yin qi entrenched near the Purple Mansion is equivalent to handing over his life to others, and the cultivator cannot use the pure yang vitality, no matter how high your realm is, it is no different from ordinary people, but his physical body is not restricted, and the assassination of King Yan is not without hope, the destructive power that the Leakless Spirit Body can burst out is not inferior to any supernatural power, especially the lethality possessed by the close body, it is even more terrifying, and the pure yang vitality in his Purple Mansion is incomparably abundant, as long as he wants, he can break through the seal at any time, and his strong physique makes him not afraid of the damage to the meridians at all。

Seeing that Zhang Qian was powerless to resist, the old strategist glanced at the sky slightly, and the Qingxuan Dao people were still resisting.

The last glimmer of hope is shattered, his whole person is now a little crazy, completely a never-ending posture, before he also focused on defense, now it is completely fighting for his life, the old strategist frowned slightly, and did not meddle in things, now the battle array is slightly open, slightly sparse, the offensive is not as fierce and dense as before, obviously deliberately avoiding the edge, obviously King Yan has seen that this person is the end of the crossbow, and has made a response, just wait for him to exhaust his strength, he can be killed, and does not intend to fight quickly, blindly seeking speed will only add some meaningless casualties to himself。 The old strategist turned around, and a feminine aura enveloped Zhang Qian, and descended towards the city below him.

Zhang Qian looked at the familiar small city under him, let the old ghost bind him with yin qi, and without struggling, he landed in a big mansion in an instant.

The warm candlelight dispelled the darkness that filled the whole world, and a man in a plain robe and a bearded beard stood under the eaves with his arms crossed, holding a bronze wine bud in his hand. Scattered, but that kind of gaze, looking at the 100,000 Yin soldiers in the sky above his head like clouds of smoke, Zhang Qian can conclude that this person is the King of Yan, he thought that this person ordered him to be captured alive, in order to torture something, but at this time he just looked at himself with interest, but he did not show his purpose for a long time, that kind of gaze is very strange, as if a person who is a collector has seen a rare and precious porcelain, and likes it with a little eagerness and caution.

It's just that this kind of gaze between people, especially between two handsome men, seems unusually weird.

Zhang Qian thought that he had anticipated all possibilities and could deal with it, but at this time he was a little confused, although King Yan was only a stone's throw away from him, he had a feeling of seeing flowers in the fog, and he couldn't see through this person, but there was a chill on his body, and he thought of a rather ridiculous possibility, could it be that King Yan had a habit of dragon and yang? Otherwise, they would be enemies of each other, how could they look at themselves with such ambiguous eyes, he frowned slightly.

At this moment, King Yan waved his hand and said to the old man: "You step back first, there are some private matters to discuss with this fellow Daoist." ”

When Zhang Qian heard this, he only felt that the possibility of his guess was a little bigger, and suddenly the chrysanthemum tightened, and he didn't want to continue acting, lest the two of them be alone for a while, and he would hear something disgusting and pollute his ears and eyes, and he couldn't let this old ghost go, this old guy was obviously also proficient in warfare, if he didn't kill them together, those Yin soldiers would still be a threat to him, shook his head slightly, and said: "You don't have to retreat, just stay here!" (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please go to read. )