In early summer, the nights in the Northland are still occasionally cool. The vast prairie grass grows, eagles fly, cattle and sheep appear, and the fields burst out with a little new green throughout the winter, which is the season when the iron horse gallops.

An Lushan was quite ambitious, and refused to stay in Fanyang at this time, so he took a large army to the north to train troops. It is said that it is a military training, but in fact, it is to rob some grassland tribes, and also let the soldiers see blood, evacuate and evacuate the muscles and bones, cultivate and cultivate murderous energy, and secondly, by the way, you can also cut off some heads to receive merit, and deter the grassland tribes, so that they dare not disobey.

When the iron hooves of An Lushan's army were raging in the north, on Xixuan Mountain, on the top of Mogan Peak, Ziyang Zhenren climbed to the top, looked at the mountains and rivers, and sighed three times. When he descended from the peak, a pillar of fire rose up from behind Ziyang Zhenren, as if it was about to burn through the sky! In the raging real fire, the bodies of the seventeen Daode Sect disciples were wiped out. These are the disciples of the Daode Sect who have died in battle in various places in the past few months, they are still lucky, they were snatched back from the chaos of the battle by their comrades and were able to bury the master, and the corpses of more disciples were left in the land of a foreign land forever, and even in some spells, their bones were scattered, their souls were scattered, they could not be traced, and there was nowhere to reincarnate.

Ziyang Zhenren took out the banner of "The World is Peaceful" in his handwriting, tore it to shreds, and let it be swept up into the sky by the hunting wind.

This time he went north to hunt, An Lushan brought an army of 50,000, and of course his whereabouts could not be hidden, and Ji Ruochen and the three of them found An Lushan's camp smoothly.

I don't know if it's because the soldiers in the north are too real-minded, or because the world's kung fu is too powerful, all in all, I saw Ji Tianxia chatting with the little officer guarding the camp gate for a while, and the little official actually led Ji Ruochen and the three of them to see An Lushan like a ghost. Regarding the wonderful ability to spit lotus flowers in the world, Ji Ruochen and Yutong were silent.

As soon as you enter the camp gate, you can see the Chinese army tent that can accommodate 100 people in An Lushan from afar. On the top of the golden tent, a yellow tooth flag hunts and flies in the wind, decorated with yak tails, decorated with colorful feathers, and a bucket on the flag is a big An, which can be called an iron hook and silver stroke, and the bearing is extraordinary.

The three of them entered the military tent, and saw An Lushan having a big banquet, and the spirits and delicacies were served like flowing water, and everyone was drinking on their heads. On the middle seat, there is a huge mountain with golden light, and when I look at it, it turns out to be a military general wearing gold chain mail, with a big head, small eyes, and a long beard, and the most conspicuous thing on the whole body is the bloated belly, and the hooks with two pairs of double rings are intertwined with buckles. Seeing Ji Ruochen and the three of them, An Lushan's eyes lit up, and he stared at Yutong fiercely a few times, before he waved his hand and ordered Ji Ruochen and the others to sit at the last seat.

Not counting the latecomers of Ji Ruochen and his party, the people in the banquet were actually divided into three groups, which can be described as distinct, and even a little-for-tat. In the staggered search, there is a faint murderous aura like a needle. The most people in the banquet were the generals in armor and helmets, all of whom were An Lushan's right-hand men. Among them, a general sitting on the left hand side of An Lushan can be regarded as Ji Ruochen's old acquaintance, and it is Shi Siming. When Shi Siming saw Ji Ruochen, he was stunned at first, and then a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his murderous aura rose.

At the head of Ji Ruochen, there were more than ten big men wearing blue and black robes with different appearances. These men have grown up and have strange bones, which are a head taller than the tall Northland warriors, which can be described as a tiger's back. Opposite Ji Ruochen, there are seven or eight monks who are either Taoist or lay, and one person in the front row has a face like the moon and autumn water, a jade tree in the wind, a neon dress and a wind as a god, and his eyes are full of smoke, like a fairy among the gods. It's Shang Qiushui, who has been lost for a long time.

Among the people of the Daode Sect, in addition to Shang Qiushui, there are also two people Ji Ruochen who also knows each other, and they still have some friendships in their previous lives. However, sitting opposite each other at this time, the former colleagues could no longer recognize themselves, and Ji Ruochen couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

After a round of wine in the big tent, An Lushan slapped the case fiercely, and after everyone calmed down, he raised the big bronze jue and said with a long smile: "Today, the world's talented people and proud soldiers gather here, it is really a great pleasure for An!

Everyone responded violently, the whale swallowed the dragon, each showed their magical powers, and the wine slurry entered the sea like a hundred rivers, and it all entered the bottomless belly. Then a big man in a blue and black robe stood up and said loudly: "Lord An, there is a certain sentence, I don't know if I should say it?" The big man stood tall when he stood up, and the two guards guarding the door of the big tent looked like they could reach his chest at most. He grew up, and his voice was like a bell, which shocked the few generals in the banquet who were not very cultivated, and their ears couldn't stop buzzing.

An Lushan's eyes were blurred, but there was a glimmer of light shining like lightning. He pointed at the big man with a fat palm and said, "Mr. Ziqi was born in the Stygian Mountain, and the Stygian Mountain is, but ...... Belch...... Mr. Ziqi's knowledge must be good, and he has something to say...... Belch...... But it doesn't hurt to say it!"

Ziqi was not humble either, and said loudly: "Lord An is a festival in three towns, with a base of thousands of miles, 100,000 soldiers, famous generals under his command, and countless foreign soldiers! Such strength, even if you look at the world, who can compare with it? An Daren is not a thing in the pool, and he should do something for Lang Lang and the people of the world. At present, the Daode Sect is entrenched in Xixuan Mountain, arrogant and arrogant, intending to be the enemy of the people of the world and provoking a great chaos, which is really a crime that cannot be forgiven! If Lord An can ascend to the heights and exterminate the Daode Sect, he will not only accumulate virtue for the people of the world, but also go to the trouble of the Son of Heaven in this dynasty, and he can leave a name in history! If Lord An is willing to perform such a feat, we and the people of the Underworld Mountain will definitely swear to help each other, and it will be a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, so what are we afraid of?"

This Ziqi seems to be rude, but he is impassioned in his words, and he is by no means a simple person with well-developed limbs and a simple mind. It's just that after he finished saying this, everyone in the Daode Sect on the other side changed their faces. At that moment, a person sneered and said: "What a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, and there is something to be feared! You are not afraid to send yourself to death, but you want to drag Lord An into the water, it is really a shame!"

Ziqi snorted angrily and shouted: "My people in the Underworld Mountain are really helping each other, how can it be like your Daode Sect has ill intentions, and you actually instigated An Da to rebel, this dynasty is full of dragon spirit, how can you rebel? Hmph, Dao Daozong can now be said to be a rat crossing the street, blocked by the world's group of cultivators in Xixuan Mountain, unable to get out, and was almost smashed by someone smashing the mountain gate and extinguishing the incense lamp. Isn't it clear that the hearts of the people in the world are turned against each other? You don't mention your own nonsense, and you still want to trick Lord An into doing that unkind, unjust, disloyal, and unfilial thing, and this is what your heart can be punished!"

Ziqi was extremely tall, his voice was like thunder, and with a few roars, he suppressed the momentum of everyone in the Daode Sect. An Lushan's drunken eyes were hazy, his small eyes became more and more confused into a thin line, but his face was also moved, as if he was moved by this person's words.

Shang Qiushui suddenly smiled lightly, and said: "In the battle of Xixuanshan, who was beaten to the end was defeated, but it has already been decided. Anyway, let's not talk about that for now. Whether or not Lord An is willing to accept the help of our sect, this is a matter between us. As the saying goes, if you are not of my race, your heart will be different. You and the other strangers in the Underworld, how can we believe that we can truly help "people"?"

In Shang Qiushui's words, the words "human and alien" are quite heavy. An Lushan listened to it in his ears, and his drunken face became a little sober, as if he was thoughtful.

Ziqi's face sank, his robe rose without wind, stared at Shang Qiushui, and shouted in a deep voice: "You little rabbit talking like this, it's really too deceitful, is it really no one in my Dark Mountain? If you dare to talk nonsense, I Ziqi will make you splash blood for seven steps!"

Shang Qiushui smiled, and in an instant, everyone in the tent was in a trance, and a jade hand slapped heavily on the table, and said to Ziqi: "I will treat the Stygian Mountain as no one, what can you do?" Wen Wan, the demon queen of the Stygian Mountain, was captured by my patriarch and pressed under the formation for hundreds of years, and an occasional negligence ten years ago allowed her to escape back. Now that Wen Wan has escaped from our sect, you don't have any words about throwing rats, right? If the demons of the Stygian Mountain are really bloody and talented, what have they done all these years, why don't they go to the West Xuanshan Mountain to take revenge?"

Ziqi was furious, and his beard was upside down, like a mountain's momentum had been pressed down on Shang Qiushui's head! This momentum came directly from the natal true yuan, and the thought was born, although the power was far inferior to the Taoist method that required the sacrificial talisman, but Ziqi relied on his own hundreds of years of Taoism, thinking that Shang Qiushui was young, how could his cultivation be compared with himself? It was to make up his mind to make him ugly at the table, so that An Lushan could change his mind. This momentum was pressed, Ziqi expected that the Daode Sect would not be able to rescue him, and Shang Qiushui did not dare to take it hard, so he could only get up and move to avoid it, and he would definitely be able to sweep away the arrogance of this son. If you do, you will be worried about your life.

In an instant, Shang Qiushui glanced at Ziqi, Yingying's eyes were full of ridicule and perseverance, and there were three points of wildness!

Ziqi's heart trembled, and he secretly screamed that it was not good!

Shang Qiushui sat cross-legged, looking at the nose, nose and mouth, mouth and heart, knotting the lotus seat, and then with a clear sound, a wisp of clear air rose to the sky, and collided with the black gas pressed down by the mountain!

Shang Qiushui suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, splashing on the snow-white clothes, just like the cold plum falling snow, and the frost stained the cherry blossoms!

There was a loud bang from the upper seat, it turned out that An Lushan was concerned, leaned forward, the desk supported by his hand could not be supported, and collapsed in an instant, and the dishes and drinks were knocked over to the ground.

Shang Qiushui's body shook a few times, and finally straightened up. He slowly raised his head and smiled proudly at Ziqi, his blood-stained red lips were particularly eye-catching!

There were also Shangqing monks among the rest of the Daode Sect, and although Ziqi's attack was sudden, they couldn't stop it before they could start with the induction of the qi. But everyone sat still, and no one made a move. It's just because they all understand that since Shang Qiushui has spoken, he has to block this blow alone. No matter what others think of him, whether it is said that the mantis arm is used as a car, or whether it is beyond his strength, this blow is blocked, and most of the Stygian Mountain will return empty-handed. As for whether he will live or die after blocking this mark, Shang Qiushui has long been unconcerned.

At this moment, life and death are fate, but it is up to people to make things happen!

An Lushan's face turned pale, he snorted, and threw the wine lord in his hand on the ground. Shi Siming immediately pressed his sword and shouted: "In front of the big handsome, who dares to come nonsense!"

Ziqi's face was extremely ugly, he bowed to An Lushan, reluctantly said a few words of confession, and then sat down. Although he is not afraid of these generals under An Lushan, his trip is very important, and he must not be rash, and he can only be patient at the moment. In addition, Shang Qiushui's appearance is beautiful and soft, but he didn't expect that he was as fierce as fire, and he was so brave, which is really admirable.

Ji Ruochen stared at Shang Qiushui, and still remembered his indomitable attitude when he carried a giant axe and invited Ji Bingxian to fight. Although it was not a life-and-death struggle, the fighting spirit in the heart was no different from today. Thinking that Taiyi Zhenren, the master of Shang Qiushui, likes to make a three-zhang giant halberd, and there must be his disciples, if Ziqi understands the temperament of some Taiyi Zhenren, he will not make this choice.

Shang Qiushui coughed a few times, and suddenly spurted out another mouthful of blood. The people of the Daode Sect still didn't move, and none of them even looked at Shang Qiushui, everyone looked at the people of the Underworld Mountain with a calm expression, the killing intent was like an undercurrent under the sea, but the sea was calm.

As if sensing Ji Ruochen's gaze, Shang Qiushui turned his head to look at Ji Ruochen, and barely showed a smile.

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