On the hillside, the cloaked man sat on the ground, with the ferocious Demon Sword Emperor's hatred spread across his knees. The hot sword energy continued to pour into his body, and soon came out from his limbs and bones, turning into more surging demon flames, circulating internally and externally.
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If you look carefully, you can find that yesterday there were only twenty-seven saw teeth with the emperor's resentful soul on them, but today there is one more.
This is the first step.
The Imperial Master of Wala, who had been arrogant not long ago, now had a face full of resentment, and was being tortured by the blazing demonic flames. The Mongolian luck in his body could be vaguely seen, and it was burned until it screamed and gradually disappeared.
"If it weren't for the Tumu Fort situation, I would have fed you to the emperor's hatred three years ago!"
The cloak covered this man's face, but it couldn't hide his evil eyes: "You should not be grateful to me for allowing you to live for three more years and diligently practice the magic of traveling around the world."
Ye Xian's soul had not yet completely lost his mind. After hearing this, he was suddenly startled and showed a look of disbelief.
"Don't be surprised! I also taught you the magic of wandering around the world. If you don't give me hope, how can I harvest it when you fall into the deepest despair and provide the best souls for the demon soldiers? Haha!"
The cloaked man let out a deep laugh, and looked at the change from resentment to pain and despair. He was extremely proud: "Don't worry, you will have a new companion soon. If you die suddenly, the two sons will fight for the throne, and the false emperor will become
The best person to establish his power, without your command, the scattered army of Wala cannot stop it. When the false emperor finally breaks out, I will... Huh?"
Whoosh!
Halfway through the words, the face of the cloaked man suddenly changed, and he climbed to the top of the mountain. Looking from a distance, he saw the horn sounding, and the Wala army actually started to march.
"How could this be?"
The cloaked man was stunned.
Even if the Wala soldiers did not conflict with the Emperor of Heaven, they should still be searching all directions to find the murderer!
Ye Xian's death was equivalent to the emperor's personal expedition, and he was killed by an assassin during the march.
As a result, the ministers continued on their way as if nothing had happened?
Could it be that I killed the fake Wala leader?
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"Your Majesty! The 30,000-strong army that was also sent earlier has been ordered to return. We should wait more slowly and wait for tomorrow's army!"
Harguchuk walked on foot and held the horse for Gu Cheng, showing great respect.
It was this emperor of Han Dynasty who allowed him to possess the state of six-in-one. He could kill the little prince, even if it was temporary. With the terrifying power displayed, he immediately killed several generals who were loyal to Ye Xian and suppressed the injustice.
And precisely because Halguchuk came to power, the Wala army immediately set off, and the father and son were buried in the sky first.
Of course, he knew that his power was not yet solid, and he still had the eldest prince, who was equivalent to the prince of Wala.
Although this man's ability is far inferior to that of his father, he is also followed by a group of tribal leaders, and his foundation is much deeper than that of the favored little prince.
Now returning to the grassland, if the eldest prince immediately raises an army, the Golden Family will still be unable to resist.
Therefore, at this moment, Halguchuk focused on the reinforcements of the Ming Dynasty.
He wants to use the power of the Ming Dynasty to let the Golden Family regain the supreme authority of the prairie.
Don't think it's unrealistic, many rulers of the grassland have similar actions.
Temujin always came here like this, first using the power of the Jin Kingdom to conquer various tribes, and then backhand to destroy the Jin Kingdom...
In Halguchuk's mind, a broad blueprint for restoring the glory of his ancestors had emerged. Gu Cheng's words were like a basin of cold water flowing down his head: "You should survive tonight first!"
Halguchuk's face changed drastically, and he realized something: "Your Highness means that the murderer will come again tonight? Impossible, hasn't he already succeeded?"
Gu Chengdao: "If what I expected is true, I will kill him first in order to make the Wala army fight to the death with me. Now that I have not succeeded, I will naturally get rid of you after I find out that you are in charge!"
This honest statement made Halguchuk's heart sink deeply. He gritted his teeth and knelt down in front of the horse: "Your Majesty, please save me!"
Gu Cheng asked: "Are you afraid of sacrifice?"
Harguchuk's pupils shrank and his expression became gloomy.
The brutality of the battle last night left people with lingering fears. One thousand of the most elite personal guards were all wiped out by the Heavenly Demon Kung Fu, and not a single one of them survived. Therefore, the Emperor of Heaven asked in an understatement, but if he really wanted to sacrifice,
Definitely not a minority.
They also first sent 30,000 elite troops to pursue the remnants of the Ming Dynasty. Now there are 70,000 troops in Wala. How many of them can survive after being dispatched by Gu Chengyi?
These were his capital for defeating Prince Yexian and conquering the grassland!
"Soldiers are more valuable than finesse, and less is more valuable than more!"
Gu Cheng looked at the outline of the Great Wall in the distance and nodded lightly.
"Not bad! Not bad!"
Harguchuk was startled, thinking, and quickly realized.
Yes, he died just now, and the little prince was killed by him. The army temporarily listened to the order, but once they return to the grassland, how many tribal leaders are willing to surrender to him?
Soldiers are more valuable than finesse. Instead of returning to the grassland with restless factors, it is better to use the help of the enemy to clear out all the swaying wall-mounted factions.
"Your Majesty, please issue an order!"
Halguchuk made up his mind, and with a fierce look in his eyes, he clenched his right fist and hit his left chest twice.
Gu Cheng nodded, spread his fingers, and the shadow of a miniature treasure house emerged. It was the Ling Emperor's Ten Thousand Dragons Treasure House, and an exquisite jade bottle floated out from it: "Pour this three-eclipse water into the army's stove pot!
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"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
As night fell, when a black shadow rushed straight towards the Chinese army camp with arrogant and arrogant momentum, the sound of killing was loud and loud.
After last night's attack, the Oara army was obviously on guard and prepared.
The torches are raised together, the lights are shining in all directions, the generals are commanding, the troops are lined up, and the morale is condensed.
No matter how you look at it, this is a well-trained army and should not be underestimated.
But it's no use.
The cloaked man didn't even use weapons, his hands turned into claws and he stretched them out lightly.
The Wala warriors in the first row stepped forward, but they couldn't help themselves. Five fingers as black as ink in their sight kept enlarging.
Whoosh!
The fingers were as sharp as cones, and when they were grasped from the air, they were like five thorns, piercing deeply into the body. The demonic energy surged, melting all the essence, blood, meridians, and even flesh and blood.
In the blink of an eye, the person is no longer a person, but has become a demonic energy of the same origin and substance, which is then sucked in by the cloaked man.
Whoosh!
In an instant, all the tall Wala warriors in the first row disappeared. Before anyone fell, the breeze blew and turned into sand and scattered.
The man in the cloak, who looked like a ghost, had already arrived in front of the soldiers in the second row, and did the same thing.
No matter how you command the battle formation, if you are united and there is no master of the same level to stop you, the cloaked man will run amok, and rows of soldiers will fall in your hands, just like mowing grass.
"Both barbarians and barbarians stink!"
Amid the mass killing, the cloaked man still had a look of disgust on his brows.
For practitioners of the Heavenly Demon Kung Fu, warriors in the world can be roughly divided into three categories: small tonic, large tonic and treasure.
The third-rate and second-rate warriors swallowed it up, which can be said to be a small tonic. A small amount adds up to a big thing. A first-rate warrior absorbs the essence, flesh and blood, and will definitely improve his skills. It is called a great tonic. As for the treasure, it is a top-notch strongman of the same level. It is rare to find it.
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As for these Oara tribesmen, they hunt on the grasslands all day long for a living. Their food is coarse and mixed. Although their vitality is strong, their aura is much messier than that of the martial arts people who are not into the mainstream. It is like excrement, although there are still nutrients in it.
, but it’s naturally disgusting to absorb.
The cloaked man was not happy at all. Seeing that there was no threat from the masters in the Wala army, he simply opened his arms angrily, as if opening an invisible vortex, and the terrifying suction swept across all directions. The Wala soldiers struggled and screamed, and actually rose from the ground and flew towards him.
go……
Hundreds! Thousands! Over ten thousand!
"Devil! Devil!"
"Run away!"
When countless strands of demonic energy criss-crossed and life turned into gravel and dissipated at will, Wala's morale quickly collapsed, and countless soldiers screamed and began to run away.
"Those who fear war will die!"
But at this moment, Halguchuk's cold voice sounded, and with the sound of crossbows, the deserters fell down one after another. Seeing that everyone on the left and right was dead, the others rushed forward with loud screams.
"Hahaha! Wail! Tremble!"
The thing that the cloaked man is not afraid of the most is the crowd tactics, laughing loudly and killing people.
In just one cup of tea, nearly ten thousand soldiers were turned into ashes and scattered.
"Ugh!"
But when the demonic power was overwhelming and arrogant, reaching its peak, the cloaked man suddenly groaned, circulated his inner breath, his face turned purple, and screamed: "You are poisoning your own people?"