Chapter 67: I, evil cultivator, are not afraid of heaven and harmony
"Something is flying over!"
"A Taoist among the Han people!"
"Walk!"
The Yuejie language spread in the team. Looking at the dozens of flying black shadows, the leader of the Yuejie Hu man's face changed. He knew what it was. This was a Han people's spell. Only the magic of the military priests could resist it.
Immediately shouting to more than a hundred of his subordinates to change direction, they all drew their bows and pointed at the black shadow flying in the sky and the strange Han man standing in front of the bullock cart over there.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
More than a hundred arrows were thrown into the sky, tracing a long trajectory, and were nailed to the flying puppets, or fell through the gap to Chen Yuan over there, and then the nails bounced away in the air. Chen Yuan lifted
Raising his arms, the sleeves of his robe were fluttered open.
There was a roaring sound, and in front of the horse team that turned around, the ground suddenly sunk several feet and half a foot deep. The few barbarian cavalry who were advancing had no time to stop their horses, and the war horses were carried to the pit together with the Yuejie people above them.
"Amazing!"
The leader of the Yuejie Hu opened his eyes wide and looked at the sunken ground. When he said something, there was a scream behind him. In an instant, more screams came. When he turned around, a gust of cold wind hit his face.
In the field of vision, the riders at the back were attacked by dozens of black shadows and screamed fiercely. Only then did the leader of the Hu people see clearly that they were actually wooden dolls, with the priests in the army using them.
The animal figurines used to cast spells are very similar.
In a short period of time, more than a dozen people fell from their horses to the ground, rolling back and forth on the ground covered in dust, frantically trying to tear off the puppets. Some people screamed in fear, and forcefully tore off the wooden sculptures with their hands.
There was also a large piece of bloody flesh on his chest.
Looking at the wooden sculpture biting the flesh, waving its limbs, opening and closing its lips, twisting in the hands of the barbarian like a bloodthirsty, and when it wanted to pounce down and bite, it was chopped to pieces by the blade stretched out from the side. The leader of the barbarian
The people put away their knives and shouted: "They are just puppets. The warriors of the grassland use the knives in your hands to tear them apart like the bodies of Han people..."
next moment.
As if dazzled, several puppets fell to the ground, and in the sight of the Hu cavalry, they suddenly stood up from the ground and transformed into four silhouettes of several feet holding a green dragon, a snake spear eight feet long, a pair of brass maces, and a jet black iron whip.
The robe and armor emitted a faint divine light. He stepped forward and stood in the four corners. Amidst the dull sound of walking, half a foot of smoke and dust was raised, like a god in the fog looking down at the barbarians below.
"Barbarians!"
"Butcher!"
The monotonous words contained a strong murderous intention. To the Hu people, whether Guan Zhang, Qin Qiong or Yu Chigong, they only had simple thoughts. In a moment, the thoughts turned into overwhelming anger, and the heavy weapons in their hands crashed down.
The heavy weapon seemed to have substance. It collapsed when it touched the object. The war horse and the human body were instantly smashed to pieces. Blood and flesh spattered on the face of the leader of the barbarian. At this time, his blood was gone. Wherever he looked, it seemed as if
Liang Zhu's two maces swept left and right, and each of his clan members and their horses were thrown away, or were chopped into a puddle of rotten flesh by the thick blade.
This is a Han Chinese magic that I have never seen or heard since traveling south.
There are only simple words like 'run' left in my mind.
Taking advantage of a 'god' not far away who dropped his weapon, he galloped out from under the enemy. As for the Han man in front of the ox cart in the distance, he no longer had the courage to kill him, so he lay on his back.
On his back, he ran wildly forward.
However, behind him, the red eyes looked over, and Chen Yuan raised his hand slightly, pinching out the magic formula.
Only seven or eight feet away, the galloping war horse seemed to be carrying a thousand kilograms of weight, its limbs were spread apart, and it crashed to the ground. The Hu man above was unable to struggle, and even his fingers seemed to be pressed by something.
He had eyes that could move. He looked squinting at the ground and saw seven or eight colored wood carvings with red eyes, like the ones in Han Chinese opera. They followed each step and mechanically moved towards them in various postures.
There was still human flesh and skin left in the open mouth.
"Blessed by the Wolf God..."
He tried his best to squeeze out a prayer, but the little doll under his eyes was getting bigger and bigger...
The already deserted town fell into deathly silence again, and the four shadows filled with divine light gradually dissipated. Among the broken corpses on the ground, there were only a few ownerless horses running in panic.
Chen Yuan withdrew his magic power, and each puppet returned to the carriage one by one with blood hanging on it. He stretched out his hand to pull back the master who wanted to eat the corpse.
"Aren't you going to eat them? Let me, master, take a bite."
"Master, I asked them to go, not you." Chen Yuan squeezed out a stiff smile, without looking at the pile of barbarian corpses on the ground. He called the old cow over there and walked into the town. He wanted to find
It would be good to see if you can still see anyone alive, even if you are injured, and get some medical treatment.
You can walk through the dilapidated long street. The shops are closed or smashed, and human corpses are hung from the eaves. Under the ruins, there are still white legs exposed.
There are no living people left.
Chen Yuan closed his eyes and breathed in the bloody smell. He walked to a smashed shop and sat down, practicing Taoism and immortality. It was two different worlds from this scene.
While he was thinking about it, the old cow beside him turned his head, blinked his eyes, and saw a little man walking out of a ruins not far away with a dirty face.
Chen Yuan raised his eyes, and saw a little figure with messy hair, walking over carefully with bare feet, and a dirty little face with a numb expression. She looked at Chen Yuan, slowly raised her little hand, spread out several copper coins to
passed.
"...Big brother...my parents are dead...can you help me kill the barbarians. I saw them just now. I have money...to avenge my parents...I will give you the money."
Chen Yuan silently looked at the three bloody copper coins in his little hand, suddenly smiled, reached out and touched the little girl's head, and said in as gentle a tone as possible.
"The barbarians who killed your parents are all dead. The revenge has been avenged. Take the money back."
Opposite, the dirty little girl looked at Chen Yuan and opened her mouth.
"There's a lot more out there."
It can be seen that Chen Yuan silently shook his head, pursed his lips, pinched the copper and lowered his head to leave. When he returned to the empty home, his father and mother's bodies were still lying on the ground, and their bodies were already cold.
She tried her best not to cry, but wiped the tears that were about to fall with her sleeves, dragged her father outside with difficulty, and then came back to drag her mother.
She laboriously wielded the stone hoe at home, and it took her a long time to dig out a small pit as big as a millstone. Looking at the sky that was about to darken, the little girl finally couldn't suppress her emotions and sat next to her mother and cried.
"Is the money still there?"
Suddenly there was a sound, and the little girl raised her red eyes. The man holding the cow was standing not far away. When she realized what she was doing, she hurriedly took out the three copper coins from her pocket, held them in her hand and held them against them carefully.
"One copper coin, ten thousand barbarians, three coins, thirty thousand, a child and an old man are not deceived."
Chen Yuan weighed the copper in his hand and put it in his sleeve, touched the little girl's head, held the magic formula and waved it away. The soil gushed out into a hole three feet long, and then he put the little girl's parents in.
The soil returned and regrouped, forming a large grave.
In fact, when he came here, he had already buried the dead people in the town, and the little girl's parents were the last two.
"Let's go, I will avenge you."
Chen Yuan said softly, took the little girl's hand and walked out of the town. The little man looked back from time to time, watching the graves where his parents were lying getting further and further away, trying hard not to cry.
Soon the night fell.
There were wolf howls echoing in the mountains. On a hillside outside the town, Chen Yuan looked at the camp with bonfires burning in the distance. With a wave of his hand, the carriage opened and a few wooden boards flew out. In the eyes of the little girl, she stared blankly.
, set up a simple wooden platform.
A stick of incense is lit and inserted into the incense burner.
Chen Yuan looked at the clear moon in the night sky. In the hazy light, he pinched his fingers and recited the incantation.
'call'
The sound of wind blew across the hillside, swaying the forest fields, and towards the outline of the camp with a bonfire in the distance.
At this time, the pitiful screams of women could be heard from time to time in the simple military camp. This group of five thousand Yuejie people were enjoying the trophies taken along the way in the camp.
The captured men were tied up with their hands and feet together. On the other side of the separated fence, many naked women ran in fear among the Hu soldiers, fell down, and were then forced into the tent.
Amid the desperate screams, the body of Bai Huahua was thrown out of the tent. A barbarian leader waved his soldiers to take the woman to be 'processed', and then bring her back when it was ready.
He was in a bad mood today. A group of more than a hundred Yuejie Qingqi that he raided was killed outside a Han town. He reported it to a priest in the army. After divination, he learned that they were killed by Han magic.
Tonight, he asked the soldiers to have fun. In fact, he wanted to lure out the cultivators and use the power of the priests to kill them, so as not to delay the march and delay the meeting in Luozhou.
The capital of the Han people, it feels wonderful to think about it.
He drank the wine in one gulp and thought like this.
The moment he put down the cup, the oil lamp placed on the desk suddenly shook twice. At this time, outside, the Yuejie Hu people who were looking for pleasure felt that their vision was cloudy. Someone raised their head, and the cold moonlight in the night sky was covering the clouds.
The howling of wolves in the distance also stopped.