This cavalry, composed of practitioners, used long swords to kill the enemy before, but at this time, a shrill sound of arrows sounded, and more than ten storm arrows shot towards Situ Qingcheng one after another.

The first arrow could not break the body-protecting true energy of Situ Qingcheng. His whole body emitted a layer of strange green oil, causing the storm arrow to break from it.

The same is true for the second arrow.

However, when the third and fourth arrows fell on him, the layer of protective true energy shining with strange oil was torn apart, and the arrows fell on him extremely fiercely, penetrated into his flesh and blood.

A row of arrow feathers appeared on his body instantly!

However, no blood flowed from his body.

Even when the cavalry who rushed in front cut off his head with a knife, only a strange energy rushed out of his neck.

In the wound on the neck, the flesh and blood were strangely dark green, clusters of flesh and blood were not warm at all, and instantly withered like dehydrated petals.

In the perception of this rider, a talisman quickly collapsed along the spine in the skin behind the neck of the corpse.

Swish!

A yin energy that makes people feel extremely cold in summer expands out with the body as the center.

"How is that possible?"

Several cavalrymen rushed over and exclaimed incredible exclamations around Situ Qingcheng's corpse.

When the energy dissipated, the corpse seemed to have been dead for a long time, and it was even frozen in an ice cellar. But before that, they clearly saw the man still commanding the battle and even ordered his son's corpse to be hung up.

The commander of the cavalry rushed behind Situ Qingcheng and spread out the armor behind him with a knife. Three strange runes like green vines were quickly disappearing in the sun. At the same time, the blood under the skin began to rot and stink.

"Three Yin Soul-killing Talisman Sutra!" The commander said in a deep voice to a cavalryman behind him, "Go and tell Duke Pei that this is a substitute for the Yin soldiers controlled by Situ Qingcheng. The method practiced by Situ Qingcheng is the first to be killed in the eighth-grade Goryeo method!"

...

The battle at the back mountain pass of Jiuqing Mountain has ended.

The iron prisoner army in Goryeo has been wiped out, and less than a hundred survivors of the Zheng family's private army.

Sheng Ying's cavalry was more than half damaged. Not far behind Tie Liuzhen, Qilian Canglan, who was also wearing the armored clothes of this cavalry, suddenly smelled a familiar smell on the body of a Goryeo general.

That's purple and true fragrance.

Among her masters, there is a secret fragrance used to track and convey information.

Those who emit this fragrance on their bodies all have messages left by people from her sect.

She squatted down in shock, and indeed saw some small secret texts on the back of the neck of the corpse.

The moment she read these secret texts, her expression changed drastically, and she immediately said to Tie Liuzhen in front of her, "I have a senior brother who was chased by my master and trapped in the Fishbone Temple. He wants to ask Gu Daoshou for help through me. My senior brother is the one Gu Daoshou wants to meet. He may know the secrets of the two Jingguans."

"Walk!"

Tieliuzhen did not hesitate at all and drove his horse toward the mountain pass where Gu Liubai was.

...

It was obvious that the morning mist had dissipated and the sun was already strong, but the fish bone temple in Huangpiling, Wushushan seemed to be extremely dark. A stream of strange energy power seemed to interweave a dark glass in the air, covering up the light.

This fish bone temple in Wupushan is very strange among the people. It is said that it is built with giant fish bones instead of wood, but the bones used are actually all yak bones.

The person who built this temple was not a monk, but a private school teacher.

The private school teacher sold the only thin fields in his home and secretly brought a large number of yak bones with a few strong students to build the temple. Next, they fabricated some stories and portrayed the small temple built on the desolate hills in a magical way.

Many pirates poured a large amount of silver into a bone fish head made of yak ribs. There was actually a dark grid and a dark room hidden below the fish head. When these pirates finished their wishes and walked out of the temple, the private school teacher or his student hiding in the dark room quietly took the money through the dark room.

Of course, if the wishes of these pirate burners are within their abilities, they will also secretly let these pirate burners fulfill their wishes.

Even if more than ten years later, due to the bizarre wealth of these students, a student was investigated and exposed the secret of the Fish Bone Temple. After the truth of the Fish Bone Temple was announced to the world, the nearby mountain people still stubbornly believed that this Fish Bone Temple had truly nurtured gods.

Especially when the foreman who was ordered to demolish the fish bone temple suddenly vomited blood and died on the way up the mountain, the fish bone temple was completely preserved.

It was just that he lost the support of the nobles in the city, especially the private school teacher and several students died in prison, and no one deliberately fabricated some stories about the effectiveness of the temple. There were few people in this temple usually. Unless some mountain people who encountered difficulties and could not solve the problem, they would occasionally appear in the temple to offer some food.

The senior brother in Qilian Canglan's mouth was sitting in front of the fish heads made of yak ribs. He was not dressed in Taoist clothes, but was wearing very ordinary farmer's clothes. At this time, five camel bone nails were nailed on his chest, and a yellow wooden bowl in front of him contained blood seeping out of the edge of the camel bone nail.

In front of him was some thin talisman paper made of human skin, and he kept drawing talismans on these talisman papers with his blood.

Above him, a string of copper bells hung on the top of the temple, which had been deviated due to disrepair.

The Fish Bone Temple is breathing everywhere, and the copper bells are constantly shaking by the wind, but they are not crisp sounds, but similar to the roar of a tiger.

There were many corpses of birds around him.

There are all kinds of birds, but they are all mummies and their feathers look particularly dry.

The scene in this temple is already very strange, but the scene outside the temple seems to be even more strange.

Eight practitioners wearing painted Nuo opera masks and dressed in Korean aristocratic costumes sat on a dead poplar tree on the left side of the temple like horses and monkeys.

They were hung with white jade gourds filled with bone sand. One of them was holding a bone flute made of human shins. Yellow vital energy kept oozing out of the flute hole. He did not play it, but instead injected a trace of vital energy from time to time. The bone flute made waves of slight sounds like someone cursing in the distance.

But the magic weapon in the hand of a practitioner beside him was even more strange. It was actually a fragment of a bronze mirror tied to a hemp rope. The back of the bronze mirror was added with bird-like runes, and a red jade that Goryeo loved the most was embedded in the center.

The rest of the people sat motionless. The man suddenly jumped off the poplar tree. He dragged the hemp rope and danced the five directions of Rongwu. Every step he took, a large amount of true energy in his body spread around. The sand and dust floating around the fish bone temple surged towards the fish bone temple like life. Instead, the glow of true energy surged in the air, forming a magical image like a long sword.

A large amount of floating dust seemed to be surging by the water flowing, swaying forward in the air, but the moment they contacted the White Bone Temple, the white bones also made a tiger-like roar. The floating dust instantly lost its power and floated away. The dust around the entire small temple fell like a curtain.

The practitioner roared in a low voice.

However, a disdainful laughter came from the temple, "You can't do anything to me just by yourself."

The practitioner holding the bone flute sneered with sarcasm, "Lai Baguan, if you hadn't found this bone temple, you would have died in our hands. Even if you refine this bone temple into a magic weapon, how much blood can you have to flow? It's been spent forever? We have food and drink outside, and you don't even have to drink saliva inside. It's the same thing that you die. Do you have to choose the most uncomfortable way to die?"

The man in the temple was slightly stunned, "Do you actually know my real name?"

The practitioner holding the bone flute sneered, but did not respond.

Qilian Canglan, the senior brother whose real name is Lai Baguan, suddenly reacted, "Yes, it turns out that my master has known my origin for a long time, but he pretended not to know."

All these practitioners outside remained silent, as if anything about his master, the old Taoist Goryeo who was called the Rat Taoist by Gu Liubai, was a taboo that they could not mention.

Lai Baguan suddenly laughed and said, "You guys are stinging me, so I'll just tell you something about my master. If you listen, you probably won't be able to survive."

The eight practitioners outside the White Bone Temple were shocked in an instant. The next moment, their true energy was shaken at the same time, and their harsh shouts broke through their eardrums.

Blood sprayed out from their ears with true energy.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Lai Baguan in the temple laughed out loud, "You make me feel bad, but I can't make you feel bad? I will make all eight of you deaf people just say. I will write something to throw it out for you later. Aren't you all going to become blind?"
Chapter completed!