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Chapter 164: The Patriarch Attacks

Zhang Jian was also curious about the rebel king who took the lead in the rebellion, so he followed him to watch the excitement.

Elite soldiers from the city defense camp were stationed on both sides of the street, and there were strict sentries on both sides.

But this cannot stop the enthusiasm of the people of Haojing City.

The streets were crowded with people on both sides.

At this time, Zhang Jian missed Zhang Lu a little. With that big man around, his body was like a wall when he stood in the crowd.

Without Zhang Lu, Zhang Jian had no choice but to squeeze in with the others, but wherever he passed, everyone seemed to naturally make way for him to move forward.

At this time, the long procession of prisoners had already entered the city. In front of them, Zhang Jian saw a burly veteran wearing a phoenix-wing crown and a flying phoenix chainmail. He was holding a slender sword similar to a Guandao in his hand.

, the whole body is full of evil spirits, although his beard and hair are pale, his eyes are bright and lively.

"Old General Yang is here!

"

At this time bursts of cheers broke out from the crowd.

"Heavenly general?"

Zhang Jian's eyes fell on this veteran. He could see in his spiritual eyes that although this veteran was old, his aura had always remained at its peak. The surrounding aura seemed to resonate with him all the time.

God maintains to the top.

This is what fortune-telling foundation building and heaven-level warriors have in common.

The mana will not dissipate, and its own state will be maintained to its peak until the moment when life span ends.

That's called dying from exhaustion of mana.

Zhang Jian glanced at it without paying much attention. His eyes mainly fell on the few people behind.

Behind Yang Gonghu were also followed by a dozen energetic generals.

This hale and hearty spirit mainly refers to Qi Yi. At this time, Qi Yi's whole body is exuding strong blood energy, like a small oven, and his physical strength has reached the peak of a master.

Behind him were Qi Yuanwu, several young generals who had recently emerged, Song Yu, Zhao Qingshan and others.

Each and every one is filled with evil spirits, qi and blood are strong, and the stars are faintly reflected.

In Zhang Jian's eyes, he could see traces of the stars from Yang Gonghu and several generals.

"The generals are like stars in the clouds, and the power of the Great Qian Dynasty is not exhausted. At least there are still decades of power!"

Zhang Jian's heart was solemn, but he didn't care.

What he pictures is not the present, but the future.

If he can't do it, there are children who can do it.

Ever since he condensed the dragon veins, Zhang Jian knew that if he, a professional rebel, had to do something, it would either fall on him or his heirs.

And it also concerns his path.

In his spiritual eyes, the soldiers from the bandit-suppressing camp who entered the city had a strong evil aura. Under these evil auras, each of these generals turned into strange phenomena, and all evil spirits retreated.

At this time, Qi Yi, who was on horseback, also noticed the presence of Zhang Jian under the reminder of Qi Yuanwu beside him. His eyes lit up and he nodded in the direction of Zhang Jian.

Qi Yi was extremely happy to see Zhang Jian here.

He also heard that Zhang Jian's high school had won the first prize in the Spring Palace Examination in the sixth year of Jingwu's reign. This could be said to be an honor to his ancestors. He mentioned this matter in the army, which also gave him a lot of dignity.

The commander-in-chief of the army was also full of praise for this matter.

Not to mention, this time on the battlefield, the Qi family's father and son relied on the methods in the "Jiachen Martial Arts" several times to perform meritorious service and save their lives. They also loved Zhang Jian's grandson.

At this time, there was a long row of prison cars behind them. Inside the prison cars were unkempt rebel leaders.

Especially the leader of the Ming Dynasty, Ming Wang Chang Li, that tall and strong man was like an eggplant beaten by frost, his head was downcast and his face was completely gray.

"After all, he is a pioneer for the king!"

As far as Zhang Jian's eyes could see, he could see that the hidden dragon's destiny lingering deep in the face of Xiao Ming Wang had been broken.

All its dragon tendons were pulled out, its fate was broken, and purple-green light flowed from the spiritual platform.

In addition to King Ming, there were many immortal cultivators from the Xuandu Sect in the prison car behind them. Each one of them had their magic power abolished, and they looked depressed at this time.

The prison car was covered with blood stains, and it looked like it had experienced many bloody battles along the way.

It is even possible that these people were used as bait to lure the immortal cultivators of Xuandu Sect.

With such thoughts in his mind, Zhang Jian did not let go for nothing. In his sensitive mind, he could faintly feel that there were many eyes all over the long street, patrolling the long street.

Looking for suspicious people.

Some figures are extremely powerful and deeply hidden.

Even he could only slightly sense wisps of vague existence.

However, with his current spiritual sense, even if his spiritual sense cannot detect him, he can still pinpoint the opponent's whereabouts with his invisible intuition.

This is a kind of strange power that he gained from studying the "Tai Shang Dao Jing", which is close to supernatural power.

As long as you keep your absolute rationality strong, you will be able to gain divine-like perception and insight into opportunities.

“It’s better not to see this excitement!”

Zhang Jian glanced around and saw that after Qi Yi and Qi Yuanwu's leading troops left, he was preparing to leave.

Zhang Jian also felt that the strong rebels who escaped would not be so stupid and dared to go to Haojing and throw themselves into a trap!

But shortly after he turned around and left, while passing by an alley, his expression suddenly changed, and his ears heard several extremely subtle sounds of strong breathing.

At first, this sound of strong breathing seems to be just an ordinary respiratory disease, but if you listen carefully, it sounds like the sound of death.

"Um!"

Zhang Jian glanced towards the alley for a moment, and saw the crowd in the alley. Many people lying on the ground had their faces suddenly changed. The corners of their mouths suddenly cracked, long tongues grew out, or their whole bodies became festered and ulcerated.

He let out an inhuman howl and ran out of the alley.

What's more, a sound of chirping was heard from the ground, and black insects like a vast ocean suddenly emerged from the ground of the houses on both sides, heading towards the prison car.

The insect tide spread like a torrent towards the long street.

Zhang Jian's eyes changed and he immediately left.

He was like a breeze and suddenly disappeared without a trace. At the same time, he caught two unconscious people in his hand. As for the people further away, he was helpless.

In panic, these people were immediately submerged by the huge tide of poisonous insects of all colors spurting out.

"God Gu, you are so bold!"

Seeing this scene in the void at this time, several Taoists came out with anger. In anger, they were about to cast spells to kill the poisonous insect that suddenly appeared, but they saw countless spiritual changes in the depths of the void, and a magnificent face appeared in the sky.

A ray of mysterious light surged from the sky, as if capturing the souls of all living beings. The magnificent spiritual pressure fell, and even many Taoists couldn't help but kneel on the ground.

"You ants, I, the Heavenly Lord of Xuandu, have appeared. Why don't you all quickly bow down and pay homage to the Heavenly Lord!"

At this moment, Taoist Jingming was nearby, wearing a plain-colored Taoist robe. He manifested his true form on the long street, frowning and looking at the huge mask above his head, with some surprise in his eyes.

He did not expect that Chang Li, the Ming King, would actually attract the Xuandu Cult Patriarch to show up.

How can a mere rebel thief attract the leader of a party to risk his life and come to rescue him?

Moreover, it also brought the Xuandu Golden Body, which ranked first among the Nine Treasures of Xuandu.

But now that the other party is here, it is naturally better.


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