"Woo..." A long voice sounded, and the leader blew the conch in his hand vigorously.
Zhang Yuan held the red blade and ran towards the leader with all his strength. Everyone knows that blowing the conch here and now must be hiding some powerful method, and it cannot be allowed to go as expected.
Glancing sideways at Zhang Yuan, who was rushing over in a hurry, the leader was not in a hurry. In the blink of an eye, they were only ten steps away from each other. To a warrior, this was already very close.
A black shadow on the ground suddenly squirmed like a snake and wrapped around Zhang Yuan's body, slightly blocking his movement. Zhang Yuan raised his knife to chop down, and the black shadow broke apart immediately when it came into contact with the red light. However, more black shadows climbed up again, trying to stop Zhang Yuan regardless of themselves.
At the same time, streams of black mist emerged from the conch in the leader's hand. The black mist was as black as ink, and it did not dissipate after floating out. Instead, it flowed around like water. Wherever it passed, the surrounding air flow stirred up, and strings of fire appeared, making a crackling sound.
In front of the leader, the mist shrouded his figure.
The black mist continued to flow, falling on the crow-faced men who were already in danger. The man suddenly became energetic, his body gradually swelled, his strength surged, and his eyes hidden behind the mask glowed a frightening crimson color.
Xiang Qi suddenly felt the pressure on the other side increase sharply. When the sword struck the crow-faced man, he was unable to cut it.
At the same time, the black mist gradually drifted towards his home, and two heavy riders were somewhat contaminated. The two men's movements stagnated, and they let out miserable screams that did not sound like human voices. The skin on their bodies kept rolling, and their bodies deformed violently, as if something was about to break out of their bodies.
"Evacuate." Xiang Qi had never seen such a situation before. He quickly called to the remaining people and ran toward his home avoiding the black fog. This was no longer a situation he could handle. If he continued to fight, he would only increase casualties.
Just after running a few steps, the two heavy riders, together with the war horses under their crotches, had seven or eight tentacles protruding from their bodies. The man and the horse actually grew together, turning into a monster that was neither human nor horse. It was filled with pus and moved towards Li. The people who left screamed and struggled to death in pain.
The black crows in the sky became more and more excited, and one by one they plunged into the black mist like seabirds fishing for fish. When they reappeared, their bodies had more than tripled in size, and they flew towards the black tiger noisily. Gradually, the black tigers could no longer hold on, their numbers dropped sharply, and they retreated to the sky above the carriage.
The situation is already getting worse and no one can resist the invasion of this black mist. On the contrary, with the help of this thing, the opponent's combat power soared, rising and falling, and the battle could no longer be fought.
Attacking the leader is impossible. The black mist surrounding him is his talisman. The tragic situation of the two heavy riders just now is still vivid in my mind. Passing by now is simply asking for death.
The strong man standing next to the carriage saw that something was wrong, and he tried his best to lift the carriage without horses. He was actually preparing to pull the carriage and escape with his own strength.
Suddenly, the sound of the conch suddenly stopped, and as soon as the sound stopped, the black mist stopped spewing out. Everyone didn't know what was going on, they just looked in the direction of the leader, where the black mist was thickest.
Back in time, the leader was trying hard to blow the conch, and his hair was turning gray at a speed visible to the naked eye. These black mist are the pure mist that he collected with all his efforts, and they are not comparable to the wisps of gray and black mist on Xingluo Plain.
Although he himself can resist some, these black mist are ultimately harmful to the body. Moreover, this is still the territory of the human race. This black mist cannot be tolerated by this world and will be eliminated soon. Those firelights and sounds at the edge of the black mist are caused by the conflict between the spiritual energy of this place.
Seeing that his men were gaining power again, the leader was rejoicing when suddenly a man jumped out from under him and slashed at the conch, knocking it to the ground. Before he could react, the man had already collected the conch in his hand.
The leader couldn't help but be shocked. Who could not be afraid of the black mist and run inside to attack him? However, he was careless and was actually succeeded by the other party.
When he saw it clearly, he couldn't help but be stunned. He had seen this person before. He was the person he met by chance in the alley when he went to Dingyuan City to look for Qingmu. Although I felt a little strange at first, I didn't pay attention because I had something to do. Unexpectedly, he appeared here and snatched his magic weapon.
Could it be this person... Just as he was doubting himself, the leader discovered that the knife held by the opponent was also a bit strange. The black mist came to his side, and the windless turbulence started rolling into the knife.
This person is not afraid of the black mist, so he is an outlier.
Wu Gen looked at the conch in his hand and put it in his waist.
"Give me back the magic conch, otherwise..." the leader said coldly and raised the sword in his hand.
"Otherwise." Wu Gen interrupted the other party's words, "If it weren't for Qingmu, I would have chopped you to death just now. Don't say anything harsh, look around. If this black mist were cut off, your How long can my subordinates hold on? Just like you, I am afraid that you are strong on the outside and weak on the inside at this time. It is not easy to activate this magic conch.
Let's do this, I don't care what alliance leader you are or not, take advantage of both sides to be exhausted, and withdraw the troops, otherwise, humph, I don't know who will die here. "
"Who are you? Why are you not afraid of the fog?"
"I am just a noble guard who is begging for food. As for this dark fog." Wu Gen looked at the substantial black fog around him and reached out to grab a handful. "I was also wondering, why can't this black fog Hurt me. By the way, you are a garrison."
The leader was stunned, "You actually know my identity, did Aoki tell you?"
Wu Gen waved his hand, "Don't think too much. Qingmu didn't say anything. I guessed it. The black fog will dissipate soon. We can meet up to discuss things if we have anything to do. You'd better ask your people to withdraw now."
After hesitating for a moment, the leader nodded and said, "This is not the place to talk. We can meet again in three days." Seeing Wu Gen's joking expression, he added, "Don't worry, it's just you and me. I, Yun Ming, will still say Faithful.”
"Okay, wait until I find a place to hide, then you retreat." Wu Gen said, using the cover of black fog, he ran towards the other side of the battlefield, and soon the figure disappeared.
The leader, Yun Ming, sighed. Today's matter was settled hastily. The other party was right. Once the black fog dissipated, we might not be able to fight anymore. That’s it, withdraw.
The leader emerged from the black mist and roared, signaling for his men to retreat.
Retreating is not that simple. In order to prevent the other party from chasing after each other, the leader broke off with the woman hiding in the shadow. Under the cover of the black mist, he slowly retreated with his few remaining men. The sky was full of The crow and the black tiger also gradually separated.
Zhao Ling's side saw the other side retreating and knew something had happened. I wanted to send someone to chase him, but I saw that the opponent was hiding in the strange black mist, so I could only watch the enemy disappear.
A sneak attack resulted in heavy casualties on both sides. On Zhao Ling's side, the Xiang army suffered the heaviest casualties. After all, they were on the periphery and bore the brunt of the attack. Only Chen Tong and three others, Zhang Yuan, Wu Gen, and Sha Chu, were left. More than 40 people came out, and only a few were left. Commander Chen could be said to be crying without tears. He had truly become a bare commander.
There are fifteen more people on Chongqi's side. As for those strangers, only four of them were left. Among them, the strong man had lost his fighting power after fighting Yun Ming hard.
Yun Ming retreated, and the remaining people ignored the darkness of the night and hurriedly broke out of camp. They didn't stop until they found a mountain col in the middle of the night.
As the campfire flickered, the camp was completely lifeless. What was originally thought to be just a escort trip, but misfortunes happened one after another, was depressing. Wu Gen looked at the bonfire without saying a word, not because he was worried about the war. Today's battle was really an eye-opener.
It turns out that the heavy cavalry raid has such an effect, especially when Xiang Qi leads the charge, the killing and invincible momentum is really admirable. There are also the bizarre methods of these strangers, which are also very exciting.
What surprised Wu Gen the most was that Zhang Yuan actually had a strange skill, and looking at his method, he was no weaker than a stranger when using it.
Thinking of the three-day appointment with Yun Ming, I couldn't help but yearn for it. Why is he not afraid of the fog? Could it be that he is really a descendant of the garrison? I would like to discuss this with Yun Ming.
In the early morning of the next day, as soon as Wu Gen opened his eyes, he saw Zhao Ling walking in the camp, with the maid behind him holding a tray with a porcelain vase on the tray. When Zhao Ling saw an injured soldier, he would express comfort and pour out a pill as small as a mung bean from a porcelain bottle for the soldier to take.
For such a noble person to personally deliver medicine to him, many soldiers were frightened but also delighted, and hurriedly stood up to salute. Without him, these noble people may not even meet each other on weekdays. Such an act makes these people feel flattered. This way, everyone calmed down and the vague resentment was swept away.
Wu Gen looked at Zhao Ling with a sarcastic look on his face. Zhao Ling was very proficient in this trick of undressing and pushing food. The losses were so heavy that many people probably lost their lives without even knowing the purpose of their trip.
When he walked in front of Wu Gen, Zhao Ling smiled slightly and said, "Wu Gen, follow me."
"Okay, something happened again." Wu Gen mocked in his heart, hesitating a little.
Zhao Ling felt very dangerous to me.
This kind of danger does not mean that there are swords and swords against each other, but that this person's character is moody, cunning and changeable, and he will do whatever it takes to achieve the goal.
Last time in the carriage, a noble man went to tease a middle-aged man and forced him to agree to his request. Facts have proved that this method is indeed effective, otherwise Wu Gen would not run into the black mist to stop Yun Ming.
This person is very clever and scheming, and he will get her way if he is not careful. In addition, there is another reason. To be fair, Zhao Ling is indeed good-looking, and his behavior is all charming, which makes Wu Gen really unable to bear it.
As he arrived at the carriage, the maid lowered the curtain. Zhao Ling did not make any unusual movements. He rubbed his eyebrows and seemed a little tired.
Wu Gen sat down in a dignified manner, looking at his nose with his eyes, his mouth with his nose, and his heart with his mouth, sitting in awe.
"Wu Gen, thank you for what happened last night. If you hadn't taken away the conch magic weapon, I'm afraid we would have lost our lives." Zhao Ling said slowly and motioned to Wu Gen to use the tea on the table for himself.
Wu Gen was a little surprised. No one should have seen it in the black fog yesterday. Suddenly I caught a glimpse of the bald black cat hiding in the corner, and I suddenly realized that this beast was in the air at that time, so I couldn't hide it from its eyes.
"Since Gen agreed to the noble man, he will definitely live up to the great trust." Wu Gen said with emotion.
"Okay, don't pretend to be me. Since you took the magical weapon, why don't you just kill that person." Zhao Ling had a murderous look on his face.
When Wu Geng was about to explain, Zhao Ling waved his hand impatiently and said, "I don't care what deal you made with him, just don't miss my schedule."
Zhao Ling's behavior made Wu Gen feel relieved. He picked up the tea cup and took a sip. Yes, good rock tea.
"Zhao Guiren, you have to tell me what the purpose of this trip is, so that you can avoid being caught off guard if you encounter another accident."
Zhao Ling twirled his hair with one hand, pondered for a moment and said: "Indeed, since we are asking for help from others, how can we not tell the truth. Have you heard the rumors about the decline of Qi practitioners?"
Wu Gen nodded. Shui Congyue had said this before, "I heard it has something to do with the mist?"
Zhao Ling nodded, "Yes, you have seen last night that this mist and the aura of heaven and earth are incompatible with each other. When the two meet, they will eliminate each other when they conflict with each other.
According to legend, in ancient times, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was abundant, and practicing qi could be described as the avenue of heaven and earth, with various schools and methods emerging in endlessly. But later, as the dark fog invaded, the spiritual energy gradually weakened, and the foundation of spiritual practice was lost. The practice of practicing qi quickly declined, plummeting, and various inheritance gaps occurred. Rather, it was the gradual appearance of various strangers that led to the current situation. "
"Then Mr. Zhao..."
"Call me Zhao Ling."
"Ahem, Miss Zhao Ling, your trip is related to this."
"Exactly, I got a token by chance, but it was the mountain token of the ancient training sect Wentian Sect. I tried my best to find out where the Wentian Sect's mountain gate is, which is in the Xingluo Plain.
It is very likely that these disappeared sects contain secrets and scriptures for practicing Qi. In recent years, as the world has become more and more stable, spiritual energy has recovered in some places, and Qi training has shown signs of rising again. However, due to the loss of a large number of classics, progress has been difficult, so many people have begun to think of looking for historical sites. "
"Miss Zhao is no exception, that's why we made this trip to Xingluoyuan."
"That's right. Think about it. In ancient times, Qi practitioners had extraordinary abilities. They could move mountains and seas, turn clouds and rain over, which is very desirable. Moreover, if they were successful in cultivation, they could enter the Immortal Path and have a long lifespan. Such methods would not be desirable."
Speaking of this, Zhao Ling's eyes sparkled, his chest rose and fell sharply, and he was obviously very excited.
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