The thunderous sound of horse hooves spread across the ground, and the five thousand Yuejie cavalry who turned back stopped at the sound of "hu". In countless intertwined visions, they looked at the round figure dragged in the air in the distance incredulously. Some people recognized the attire.
"It's the high priest!"
"Save the high priest quickly!"
There was also the voice of the chief shouting: "...don't go!"
In the bright morning sun, there was a commotion among the cavalry, which was suppressed by the roar. The Jin army camp was still burning in the distance, and soldiers and horses poured out like a tide, not to mention there were magicians on the opposite side. They could only watch helplessly.
He watched the high priest floating in the air being held by an old Han man and running happily.
Hahaha--
The crazy old man seemed to have found a toy that he had found for a long time. He pulled the other person's lips together, held it in his hand like a paper kite, and ran back and forth in front of Chen Yuan, jumping up and down and asking everyone to look at him.
The high priest in mid-air has a round body like a ball, and his face looks like it is on a balloon. From his elongated mouth, he can only make a "woo-woo" sound, and his short palms and soles are twisting there.
struggle.
The imperial talisman has been burned.
The four generals of Guan Yu over there were on horseback, cupping their hands towards the group of soldiers coming towards them. The wind blew across the field, and in the sight of tens of thousands of people, they gradually turned into light spots and drifted away in the air.
Many people knelt down and kowtowed, shouting: "Man of God..."
Some simply called out the word "general" directly. In the camp, they fought with the Yuejie people and followed the four gods. It was so hearty that they felt that this was called fighting. When they saw them drifting away, they all began to sob.
Not far away, the wind blew the down on his coat slightly. Xiang Yu, who was looking at the blue sky, still shouted in a low voice: "Yu Ji!"
There were footsteps approaching, and his eyes moved. The figure he looked over squatted down next to him.
"King Xiang, thank you." Chen Yuan raised her hands and said softly.
"Yu Ji..."
Xiang Yu raised his one arm, put his palm on the arched hand, and repeated the sound, and his figure turned into stars and scattered on the ground in the morning wind.
Woohoo!
The high priest floating in the distance whimpered and trembled, breathing out from his ears and nostrils. Seeing this, the crazy old man holding him loosened his hand, and his elongated lips snapped back, and a wave of air popped.
spewed out from the mouth of the high priest.
call out!
The round figure was like a deflated balloon, flying back and forth in the air quickly. When it finally landed on the ground, before the high priest could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw the crazy old man running towards him with disheveled hair and laughing. He was frightened.
His hair stood on end, he rolled up from the ground, removed the secret technique, turned around and was about to cast a spell to escape.
"Law of Divine Light, forbidden!"
Taoist Priest Yuchen turned over the Demon-Conquering Bronze Mirror, reflecting the sunlight, and a beam of gold covered the opponent's body, dissipating a little of the magic power that had just been gathered. The crazy old man also followed closely, grabbing the high priest who wanted to escape, and pinched him
Hold the opponent's shoulders and pull them back.
"Keep playing, don't leave!"
As he said that, the crazy old man groped around for the other person. When he saw that the soft feeling was gone, his eyes showed fierceness. He slapped the other person's cheeks angrily and kept shouting: "Change back quickly, change back! Believe it or not."
If you don’t believe me, I will kill you!”
"Master, give him to me!"
The crazy old man turned his face, and in his sight, Chen Yuan walked over, looked at the thin old man in his hand, then looked at his apprentice, and still pushed him over.
"Remember to return it to your teacher after use!"
"good!"
While Chen Yuan smiled and nodded in response, he reached out and pinched the neck of the high priest who was pushed towards him, and together they looked at the five thousand Yuejie cavalry lingering in the distance.
Fu'er said softly: "Do you think they dare to come over?"
The high priest also looked at Chen Yuan with slightly squinted eyes. Without saying anything, he quietly used his magic power. He felt a pain in the back of his neck and had to suppress the magic power.
He could only squeeze out a hoarse voice stiffly.
"They are all the proud eagles of the grassland and the fierce warriors of the tribe. Look at us fighting all the way, and your Jin army retreated all the way. If there was not a Ruihe River blocking your capital, at this time, you would have been too.
The people of Yuejie."
As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his neck, causing the high priest to grit his teeth and endure it.
The surrounding Jin army generals were approaching one after another, and the three kings Gongsunli and others were also escorting them on horseback and galloping towards this side. The two Taoist priests from the Tianshi Mansion subconsciously moved and shouted: "Fellow Taoist Chen, don't kill him yet!"
Chen Yuan glanced at them and smiled, indicating that he understood. Immediately, he leaned into the ear of the high priest, thought about it, and said with a smile: "Look, it is so difficult to die if you are in a high position."
"What do you want to say, Han!"
"I want to say that it is too common for the two countries to be at war." Chen Yuan pressed his shoulder, smiling and her tone gradually became colder, "Everyone wants to open up new territories and expand their territory, and everyone wants to be famous forever. It is human nature and understandable.
.But do you have any grudges against the common people? You slaughter the city at every turn, kill people and make them into meat... I am also a common person, what if one day you treat me as meat too?"
As the words went on, the high priest became more and more frightened.
"...Why do you practitioners go south with us? I came here all the way, and I really can't figure it out. You eat and drink well and don't stay in your own place. Instead, you go to other people's houses to kill people, set fire to them, chop them up and throw them in the pot.
Cook...you admire the strong, there is nothing to say, it is understandable, but you cannot harm others..."
"Fellow Daoist Chen, what do you want to do!?"
Mingguang and Yuchen were also frightened and asked hurriedly.
In the distance, the three kings Gongsun Li and others were also shouting: "Sir, please be merciful and hand over the great priest Yuejie to us and take him back to the capital!"
When the voice came, Chen Yuan pinched the high priest's neck, looked back at them, and smiled at the corner of his mouth.
"What to do? Of course, kill Hu!"
Turning around, he asked the high priest in a low voice: "Do you think so?"
As he finished speaking, dense red lines protruded from the pores on his hands, and he eagerly touched the high priest's face. The latter finally had other expressions on his face, looking at these red lines with fear in his eyes.
"How to suck demons?!"
He murmured something and quickly looked at Chen Yuan: "How about I give you a secret in exchange for my life? We priests are going south with the army, but we actually have another thing to do."
"Oh? Tell me."
Seeing those red threads stop, the high priest breathed a sigh of relief, "... You have five altars in the Jin Kingdom... As long as you crack the stone runes and open the underground abyss, you can release the demons. Even if you can't conquer the Jin Kingdom, you can."
Consuming a country's energy and turning the sky to my side, Yuejie... The Jubeg people in the northwest desert are also doing the same thing as us..."
"That's it, thank you for letting me know."
With sincere eyes filled with red circles, Chen Yuan smiled and nodded towards him. When the stagnant red line started to dance, the high priest suddenly panicked.
"Hanren, didn't you promise to let me live?!"
"Feel sorry."
Chen Yuan pinched the back of his neck and pulled him close to his chest. He whispered next to him with a slightly open mouth: "I am a petty person, so I broke my promise."
next moment.
Countless red threads dancing in the air instantly penetrated into the body of the high priest, facing the door.
In the distance, under the intertwined gazes of countless people nearby, the high priest shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his wide floral clothes fell off his body and fell to the ground.
Under the sun, the Yuejie cavalry in the distance looked at the high priest held by the Han people. In the blink of an eye, only a skinny mummy was left. They were so frightened that they whipped their horses and ran towards the north desperately.
"Kill the Yuejie camp and rescue the prisoners!"
Chen Yuan threw the mummy to the ground, and the sound of mana wrapped in it echoed in the world, spreading in all directions, and the soldiers and horses in the field pushed towards the north one after another...