"Huh? There seems to be no movement over there?" Suddenly, a master from Xuehong Pavilion beside Yue Hanquan said unexpectedly.
"There's no movement? Could it be that the Red Scarf Army has changed direction?" a Wushan official speculated.
"Perhaps there is something more attractive to them." Su Daheqi relaxed slightly.
If this is the case, they are very lucky, and they are really blessed by the flying gods!
Just far away in the direction they were looking.
On the official road only ten miles away from Wushan Fucheng.
Corpses fell to the ground in a mess, and the flesh and blood on each person's body was shriveled and withered, as if they had been dried for many years, and their size had also shrunk a lot.
A tall man with black hair and dark red eyes gently stretched out his hand, brought the last drop of blood on his fingertips to his lips, and licked it.
"The young body...the comfortable feelings...all this seems like a dream..."
"If this is really a dream, you must let me wake up later... later..."
Whoosh!
The figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, leaving only the bodies of more than two hundred red-turbaned thugs who had been sucked to death by blood.
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"Thousands of sounds are heard in the sky, all living beings are trembling, life and death are alternating, and they are traveling in all directions."
There is a clearing in the forest somewhere in Qianjin Mountain.
Circles of black runes surround a strange black sculpture in the center, forming huge concentric circles.
Surrounded by a man and woman in black clothes with half of their hair shaved, they were holding a dagger religiously and dancing some kind of unknown weird dance.
Their movements were uniform, their expressions were dull, their eyes were closed, and they had practiced this dance posture countless times.
Torches were supported by wooden poles inserted into the ground around them, forming light that illuminated the place.
Zhou Yitang held a thick book with black and red flower patterns and read loudly the sacrificial blessings on it.
Not long after, he finished reading the last sentence, closed the book, and looked at the person beside him who had been waiting for a while.
"That's almost it. You can talk now."
The man nodded slightly and said with a respectful expression: "Master, the surroundings are almost ready, you can start directly. By taking the city, we can get more people, and we will have greater confidence after the transformation."
"I don't need you to teach me how to do things." Zhou Yitang frowned slightly.
As the leader of the Narukami Sect, he is also the general person in charge of the Shan Province. Now that the Red Scarf Army has caused a large-scale turmoil, the increase that Narukami has received has become larger and larger. He took the opportunity to expand and promote the Narukami Sect, and gained a huge amount of support.
Effect.
So the more times like this, the more he doesn't want it to end, and he will delay it for as long as one day.
"Master, of course I don't dare to be disrespectful to you at all, but this is the Lord's intention... Look." The man said again.
"King Mu Li?" Zhou Yitang was a little dissatisfied. However, there was an agreement between the Qianjiao Alliance and King Mu Li, and they must unconditionally cooperate with King Mu Li's instructions.
After thinking for a moment, he nodded slowly.
"Okay, I understand. I will make arrangements before leaving."
"As long as the teacher understands," the man said respectfully.
Zhou Yitang was silent for a moment, then raised his right hand.
Soon, some experts from the teaching saw him and came closer.
"What is the order from the leader?"
"Now mobilize everyone immediately, and prepare the transformation troops to leave with me. The rest will attack Wushan Mansion." Zhou Yitang ordered.
"Leader, are we going to retreat?" the man asked doubtfully.
"No, it's just that there are more important things to do. You only need to bring the transformation troops, and the rest can be as many as you want, don't worry."
"yes."
"Go." Zhou Yitang said calmly.
"My subordinates resign."
Seeing his subordinates leaving quickly, Zhou Yitang was still a little unhappy. It was such a pity that he was asked to leave at a critical moment.
But there is no way.
As the orders went down layer by layer, soon the entire Qianjin Mountain began to move.
A flock of birds fluttered and flew into the distance.
There are more messengers and messengers delivering letters, rushing towards the distance like birds on land.
"Brother Zhou, what, is this an order from above?" the old man surnamed Hu, who had been drinking together before, jumped a few times from behind and landed behind him.
"Well, it's a pity that I need to evacuate immediately. If I take Wushan Mansion, I can transform at least 300,000 Red Scarf troops myself. These are all for nothing. I have already taken care of them." Zhou Yitang sighed.
road.
The old man named Hu was thoughtful.
"Are you leaving this time to meet up with King Mu Li?"
"Well, the faster the general offensive, the better." Zhou Yitang nodded. "Fortunately, the supplies have been transported these days."
"That's good. But it's understandable. After all, there are a lot of people and a lot of consumption. It can't last long." The old man surnamed Hu said with a smile.
Looking at the many congregants who had begun to pack up and leave not far away, the leading team had already begun to raise the battle flag and took the lead down the mountain road.
"Let's go. Next, it's time for the general attack." Zhou Yitang sighed.
The two of them stopped talking and looked regretfully towards Wushan in the distance, then turned and headed back to the car in the queue.
"Report!
"At this moment, a human body technique suddenly unfolded and quickly approached in the direction of Zhou Yitang.
"The leader has urgent news!"
Before the man came close, the voice came first.
Zhou Yitang frowned slightly, stopped and looked at the person coming.
"What's the matter?"
The man quickly came to him and knelt down on one knee.
"Master, the transformation troops in Dongcheng County are in trouble. A strange man called Renxian Temple suddenly invaded and attacked and killed many of us.
Now the Fire Protector is leading people to surround and kill him, but he is already at a disadvantage and may not be able to hold him back for long.
There are inexplicably missing three teams near Wushan Prefecture, and there are also signs of inexplicable disappearances of teams in other places. It is suspected that this is the intervention of the Immortal Temple."
"Human Immortal Temple?" Zhou Yitang searched for information in his memory, "That small sect that was exterminated more than fifty years ago?"
"No... it should just be a coincidence of the same name." The old man surnamed Hu retorted, "And there are weird people? How weird can it be?" He smiled and became interested.
Today's Shan Province, with the tacit cooperation of many sects, has almost no threats. The two of them really have nothing to fear.
"The main thing is, that man...that man is not a god, but he can't be beaten to death!" The subordinate who reported the report felt a little cold when he recalled it.
"If you don't worship God, why can't you be beaten to death?"
Zhou Yitang and Zhou Yitang looked at each other, with deep curiosity rising in their hearts.
"Go and have a look?"
"Let's go together. It doesn't matter if it takes a little time." Zhou Yitang nodded.
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Dongcheng County.
Burning houses, chaotic streets.
There were corpses lying on the ground, and there were constant explosions of gunfire.
Everything is like the scene of a city after a military disaster.
But there were only three people who caused these scenes.
"kill!
"A group of red scarf thugs brandished hoes and machetes and rushed towards an old Taoist man in red clothes standing on the street.
"Anyone who stands in my way will die!
"The red scarf leader at the head roared angrily, with restless spiritual threads constantly coming in and out of his mouth and nose.
Whoosh!
Their movements were agile, comparable to those of high-level warriors, but the moment they were about to touch the veteran, they all failed.
The leader roared and looked around for the target.
The machete in his hand was trembling unconsciously, as if he wanted to chop down something alive at any time.
But the old Taoist was nowhere to be found and no one could be found at all.
puff!
Suddenly there was a muffled sound, and a red shadow fell from the sky. It was the old man in red.
He knocked down a strong man in a red scarf, and what followed was a numbing sucking sound.
In just an instant, the strong man in red scarf shrank from a strong and plump man of flesh and blood to a shriveled and thin withered corpse.
The figure of the red-clothed old man flashed like a giant bat, grabbed the two men to the left, and flew up into the sky, falling into a small building on the right.
The others wanted to rush forward and attack, but the difference in movement speed was too big and they couldn't catch up.
Only the leader reluctantly rushed in, but was knocked back by a huge force in the blink of an eye.
With a bang, the wooden wall of the small building exploded, and the old man in red stepped out slowly and intoxicatedly.
His body seems to be younger than before, and his speed and strength are greater than before...
"Young body...fresh vitality...I can feel...my body is getting stronger...even stronger than I was back then!"
A large amount of blood sucking caused the Taoist body to move towards the direction of Zhang Rongfang, the ancestor.
"You thugs and rioters!" The corner of the Taoist's mouth curled up, his face full of uncontrollable joy. "Turn it into the material for Taoist masters to become immortals!"
He stretched out his arms, his body was faster than before, and he rushed towards everyone as straight as a giant bat.
A mere first-class warrior cannot possibly be a match for these super-class masters who have been suppressed for decades and once entered the immortal path.
The weapon struck the body, and the wound left behind did not even last a breath, but was healed by the large amount of blood sucked.
All the speed and power moves are vulnerable to a single blow.
Looking from a distance, I saw a shadow of blood moving rapidly among the crowd. In just half a minute, all the red-turban thugs turned into mummies and fell to the ground dead.
Only the last leader was left, roaring and raising his sword to express his filial piety, and then...
boom!
His entire body exploded and turned into a large silver thread, sweeping away the body of the Taoist in red.
But the body that had just been disconnected was quickly healed back by the large amount of blood sucked by the Taoist.
When the spiritual line time has passed, the Taoist steps forward, sucks blood, touches up the knife, and completes the final blow.
After dealing with this group of thugs, the Taoist continued walking deeper into the county town, looking intoxicated and happy, as if he was not killing people, but enjoying himself.
At the highest point of the county seat, there is a square Taoist temple at the top.
Zhang Rongfang stood alone on the rooftop, overlooking all the battles taking place in the city.
Wearing a pure black cloak, he seemed to blend into the night without anyone noticing.
"Actually, I don't know whether it is right or wrong to let them hunt and kill them wantonly." He said softly.
"Compared with worshiping gods, we are still under your control, so we don't have to worry too much." Taoist Hongxian and Linggui were behind, accompanying him to watch this attack and killing.
More than 40 of them were dispatched at the same time, scattered throughout the surrounding areas of Wushan Prefecture, and soon found one of the sources of the converted thugs, which was here - Dongcheng County.
So the three of them rushed here without stopping.
The power of more than 40 super masters is indeed much faster than Zhang Rongfang alone.
Compared to the few super-grades such as Ding Yu and Zhang Zhenhai that were slowly accumulated before, this kind of expansion is indeed too addictive.
It only takes one drop of blood to create a super master.
Although there is no guarantee of their loyalty, as long as Zhang Rongfang is willing, he can summon the blood from these people at any time.
Within a certain scope, he controls the life and death of these people.
At this moment, seeing Renxian Guan's subordinates mopping up the red scarf thugs with overwhelming force, he should have felt at ease.