The sun sets in the west and the sky is getting late.
The convoy had to stop and set up camp.
The old man commanded calmly, and in a short time, the remaining 20 or so soldiers cut down a large number of trees and built a simple camp.
Make a fire and make rice.
Feed the horse.
The old man took off a small bag from his waist, which contained white powder, and he spread it around the entire camp.
Another half hour.
The setting sun is completely hidden.
The sky and the earth are covered by night.
There was a black shadow staring at them in the woods.
As night falls, they seem to no longer cover their traces.
"Notify brothers not to stray too far from the camp."
The old man holds his knife and holds hot rice, admonishing the young people who follow him.
The young soldier who was eating hot rice asked vaguely: "Boss, Wang Tiewa had to relieve himself just now. In time to catch up with cooking, he stayed far away. Should he be fine?"
Seeing the solemn look on the old man's face, the soldier quickly put down his rice bowl, wiped his hands with the corner of his clothes, stood up with his knife in hand: "I'll go look for it."
"No need."
The old people stopped the soldiers' actions.
They gather together in large numbers and have strong Yang energy, so those ghosts don’t dare to do anything.
Once separated, they will be defeated one by one.
If you are lucky, Wang Tiewa can come back alive.
If you are unlucky, going now will just add another corpse out of thin air.
The wait is another half hour.
No one has seen Wang Tiewa come back yet.
The old man's heart skipped a beat.
In fact, he had long understood that the moment he discovered the black shadow, they had already been targeted.
Just seven days ago.
Those things are different from bandits, they will never stop until they reach their goal.
If you encounter bandits, not to mention dozens, even hundreds will not be able to stop them.
When it comes to these things, ordinary households feel very unsure.
So I quickly returned to the carriage and took out the Zunhun Banner.
After all, it is an immortal magic weapon. Maybe they can't use it, but they can feel at ease after all.
It would be better if it could deter those ghosts.
Tu Shanjun finally sees the light of day again.
Looking at the people holding flags.
This is a strong old man, about fifty years old, with dark skin, wrinkles and scars intertwined together.
Full of evil spirit.
There should be a lot of lives under his hands.
"It turns out we are in trouble." Tu Shanjun understood.
Ever since they left the city, there had been a faint evil spirit hanging behind them, and now there was far more than one evil spirit around them.
They were obviously being targeted by something.
"Woo!"
A melodious and sad low howl sounded.
Everyone who had dozed off after eating the hot meal was suddenly awakened by a fright.
He stood up quickly, held the knife in his hand, and looked around nervously.
This is not the first time they have encountered these things. They are not familiar with things, but they are not unusual.
But there is still fear in my heart
"Bata."
The sound of footsteps falling to the ground.
A figure walked out of the darkness, silhouetted against the rising bright flames.
The man was wearing embroidered clothes, with a long knife hanging from his waist. His face was haggard and his eyes were pale.
"Iron baby!"
The young soldier standing next to the old man shouted and was about to step forward to respond.
But he was caught by an old man.
The old man shook his head at the young soldier.
Then he suppressed the fear in his heart and said loudly: "What kind of god is showing up here? We are Daliang Xiuyi Guards. Can it be convenient for me to let my little brother go?"
With a haggard face and white eyes, Tiewa moved stiffly and took two more steps forward.
I didn't stop until I reached the white line.
He stretched out his arm and pointed at the carriage.
The old man looked at the position of his finger.
"Trouble."
My heart suddenly sank again.
They know exactly what is contained in the carriage.
That is the corpse of Master Louxian.
These ghost things are coming for the body of the Immortal Master.
Sprites and ghosts are good at eating people.
If they get the corpse of the immortal master, they will naturally become stronger.
By then, the more than twenty living people will not be able to reach Liangdu.
Seeing the old man hesitate, the thing actually raised its foot again, trying to cross the white line.
"Keng."
The long sword is unsheathed.
At the moment when the old man drew his sword, the more than 20 soldiers under his command drew their swords and formed a military formation to prepare.
‘Tiewa’ seems a little afraid of the white line.
The raised foot did not fall down, but pointed at the carriage again.
The meaning couldn't be more obvious.
It is a grave sin to throw away the corpse of an immortal master.
If they return to Liangdu empty-handed and don’t talk about themselves, their family members will also sit together.
Unless they all die here.
The reputation of someone who died in battle can not only protect the family, but also protect his wife and children.
"Sir, how about we give them the corpse of the immortal master who is rumored to be a demon, so that we can be safe?" The young man beside him suggested in a low voice.
Their purpose was to protect the Immortal Master and wait for the Immortal Master to finish the battle before returning.
Unexpectedly, we arrived at Bafang County.
That demonic cultivator is so powerful.
Both immortal masters died before the demon cultivator died.
The corpses of the two immortal masters cannot be sent away, but the corpses of the demon cultivators can be exchanged for peace.
There was no reaction from the hundreds of households, but Tu Shanjun inside the Zunhun Banner was already furious.
Whoever dares to touch Li Qingfeng's body will suffer misfortune.
The old man shook his head and said: "We can't negotiate terms with these things."
Unattainable.
Using corpses to survive will only make them feel easy to bully.
They are like eager beasts.
After eating the corpse, he will continue to follow them.
Seeing that the old man didn't say anything, 'Tie Wa' was obviously impatient and dropped his steps.
"Bah!"
It's like a hot iron piercing fresh meat.
Blanch directly.
The burnt smell spread immediately.
A shrill scream sounded.
A vague shadow quickly emerged from Tiewa's body.
But the white flame cannot be extinguished at all.
It only took a moment to burn this thing to ashes.
Tiewa's body also turned into a mummy in the burning of white ash, and fell into the circle.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the lime powder blessed with gold powder and the magic power of the immortal master works.
Two people hurriedly walked out of the military formation, ran to Tie Wa's charred corpse and pulled the body back.
It's just that there are no shortage of shadows in the forest.
A red light flashed, and the short ghost carrying the sedan fell to the ground.
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Dark shadows surrounded the convoy like refugees.
A pale and withered finger stretched out from the red sedan chair.
Pointing to the carriage compartment.
"I'm sorry, but I obey."
The old man shouted: "You evil beasts, get back quickly, otherwise you will be wiped out in ashes!"
"Roar!"
The wind howls.
The curtain of the red sedan chair burst out with gray gloom.
The old man's words seemed to anger them.
As the strong wind suddenly rose, the white powder on the ground was blown away.
"Bring up the blood of a black dog."
Dun.
Dayton.
Four buckets of black dog blood were carried out.
"Stained with blood, rinse the knife!"
All the soldiers dipped the knives in their hands into the black dog's blood, and each one grabbed a handful of the dog's blood and smeared it on his face and body.
"Formation."
The old people roared.
The twenty-four soldiers formed five small military formations.
As the white lines on the ground were blown away, leaving only shallow traces, those hidden ghosts could no longer hold back.
Swarmed up.
The long night is like fire, and the evil spirits are arrogant.
Cooked in fire and oil, the spirits are abnormal.
"Kill."
Black dog blood blessed with mana and gold powder is like a layer of armor.
Chop with sword and chop with axe.
The soldiers in the battle formation quickly killed the ghosts and ghosts.
The old man took three steps and two steps at a time, holding a waist knife and headed straight for the sedan chair.
A puff of a knife.
Chop off the head of the little ghost.
He held the foot-long soul flag tightly and thrust it towards the white-faced ghost rushing towards him from the other end.
The moment it hit, the white-faced ghost had no time to scream and was absorbed by the Soul Flag.
Tu Shanjun nodded slightly.
Yes, the evil spirit of Yinhun has been replenished, and his injuries have partially recovered.
The things in the sedan suddenly jumped out, but instead of looking for trouble, they turned around and ran away.
Like a flying white silk thread, it swished into the woods and disappeared.
The old man was surprised and looked at the Chichang Zun Soul Flag in his hand: "The magic weapon of the Immortal Master is so powerful."
Tu Shanjun laughed dumbly, he is not a magic weapon yet.
But this old man knows his stuff.
It's a pity that the old man is not a Qi practitioner.
Without the leading ghost, most of the remaining ghosts died tragically at the hands of soldiers.
With black dog blood and military formation, these low-level ghosts have no power to resist.
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