Taoist Yu Ge was shocked by the true form of Shengzhen Demon Lord and quickly apologized.
Yue Chen couldn't help but chuckle when he saw it, and then he slapped his forehead suddenly and said very sincerely: "But it was my prince's negligence that I didn't introduce him to my fellow Taoist. Come on, fellow Taoist, please take a look..."
Next, with his eloquent tongue, he introduced the identities of Ling Ce, Kong Yu and others in detail, focusing on the important figures such as Taoist Yu Heng and the Peacock King standing behind them.
Of course, he also did not forget to introduce his family, focusing on Ao Qianmiao and the Jie Jiao behind him.
Taoist Yu Ge, on the other hand, has gone from being arrogant before to looking dull now. His transformation was so rapid that it only took Yue Chen a few words.
He glanced around the tent with dull eyes, and finally stopped at the Qingping Sword behind Ao Qianmiao.
"hiss!"
He suddenly shuddered and came out of his daze.
Dao Ancestor is here!
No wonder he always felt that the sword looked familiar, but it turned out to be Qingping Sword!
That was the treasure of the Sage’s enlightenment, and now it was carried on this little girl’s body, which shows that her status in the heart of the Sage must be extraordinary!
Taoist Yu Ge sat up straight and raised his hands to Kong Yu and others: "Yu Ge, the Divine Sect of Tianhe, have met all of you fellow Taoists!"
Everyone returned the courtesy and looked at each other with smiles.
It was very lively as they pushed cups and changed cups for a while.
At the same time, in the Hehuan Sect camp, Shen Gongbao was being seductive in the ears of Taoist Hexuan.
"Brother Taoist, I'm afraid I'm in big trouble!"
He had a worried look on his face and his eyes were sincere.
"Oh? What do fellow Taoists mean by this?"
Taoist Hexuan frowned slightly.
"You see, our troops suffered heavy losses this time. Even the disciples in charge, the saint of the sect, died here. You can imagine how angry the empress must be, and how can brother Dao have a good end?"
Shen Gongbao sighed with a sad voice: "Although this battle is not the fault of Taoist friends, the empress may not think so. She will only think that Taoist friends are incompetent and unable to take on important tasks, causing heavy casualties to the core disciples of her Manchu sect. By then, Taoist brothers will
It’s dangerous!”
Hearing this, Taoist Hexuan turned pale and sweat dripped from his forehead, as if he had anticipated his own fate.
If the empress is really angry at him, let alone gain some merit, she may not be able to save her life.
"According to what fellow Taoists say, what should poor Taoists do?"
he asked with a wry smile.
"Why!"
Shen Gongbao sighed, showing a look of sadness: "Brother Taoist, this is a matter of life and death. I don't dare to make a decision easily. I have to think about it in the long term. Please be patient and wait to see the reaction of the sect. If...
"
He paused for a moment and said with a troubled face: "If the situation is really unfavorable to Brother Dao, Brother Dao should make a decision early on whether to go or stay..."
Before he finished speaking, Taoist Hexuan's expression changed.
His eyes were like lightning, as if he wanted to see through Shen Gongbao's inner world.
Shen Gongbao accepted it calmly without changing his expression.
Taoist Hexuan was silent for a moment, and finally sighed and said, "Thank you, fellow Taoist, for the warning!"
"Brother Dao, you're welcome."
Shen Gongbao smiled calmly: "In that case, let's just wait and see what happens."
After that, he stood up and left, leaving Taoist Hexuan standing there with an unfathomable look in his eyes.
…
"Boom!"
Wolf smoke was everywhere, horse hooves were forming, and countless cavalry were galloping in the wilderness.
The leader was a giant black iron beast that was more than ten feet high. On the shaft of the chariot, a man in red was sitting on it. Next to him, a dark Fangtian painted halberd was stuck diagonally on the ground, with blood stains on it.
Apparently he had drunk the blood of his enemies.
There were eight accompanying guards around this man.
In addition, there are 30,000 soldiers guarding the surrounding area.
They are armored, strong-willed, and decisive in killing. Every move they make shows a strong desire to fight. Even their breathing frequency is almost the same, as if they are one body, which is daunting.
Behind these armored warriors, followed a group of monks wearing various colored robes. Each of them had hunting clothes and robes floating around. They were obviously of extraordinary strength.
"General, ahead is the place where the two armies are fighting."
One of the guards said respectfully.
The man in red on top of the black iron beast slightly raised his eyes and looked into the distance, his eyes flashing with fierce light.
This man in red is none other than Shi Jian, the Marquis of Zhenbei who can stop children from crying at night and scare the enemy!
About a hundred miles away from them, there was a towering mountain peak standing like a pillar reaching the sky, standing tall and majestic.
"The terrain here is gentle, easy to defend and difficult to attack. It is indeed an excellent defensive battlefield."
He murmured, and suddenly the corners of his mouth turned up, outlining a cold arc: "It's a pity..."
"It's a pity that the Hehuan Sect doesn't have such luck and can only fight by the water. The outcome of this battle is determined!"
Beside Shi Jian, a middle-aged man who looked like a scribe nodded and answered with stern eyes: "After this battle, the prestige of the Hehuan Sect will be completely destroyed. Even if it is not destroyed, it will probably be severely damaged!"
His name is Chen Ping, and he is Shi Jian's military advisor at Zhenbei Hou. He specializes in making suggestions for him. Shi Jian's reputation today is indispensable to his contribution.
…
In front of the Zhou army's camp, Southwest Hou Zheng reined in his horse and stopped, leading his confidants to the Chinese army's main tent to meet Yue Chen.
"Your Majesty Mu Zhang pays homage to His Highness the First Prince!"
He bowed and saluted, showing great respect to Yue Chen.
For these generals stationed at the border, military merit is the best way to intimidate them.
"Um."
Yue Chen waved his hand indifferently, indicating that he was not polite: "No need to be polite."
After saying that, he waved his hand, and someone immediately brought an imperial chair and placed it in front of Yue Chen.
"Please take a seat at the southwest corner."
Mu Zhang hesitated slightly, but finally thanked Yue Chen and chose to sit down.