Chapter 168: Immortals come down to earth and treat people like ants

The headless corpse of a third-rank general from the imperial court fell heavily on the mountain road of Huishan.

Blood flowed down the stone steps from the broken neck.

Before Yuan Tingshan's consciousness dissipated.

Looking confused at the young man who took away his head, he gently threw those three words into the sky.

Then the three scrolls unfolded on their own.

The people in the painting step out of the world inside the painting.

It turns out...are you also a god?

These were his last thoughts before his death.

The death of Yuan Tingshan was also the death of these four thousand commanders.

He was soon discovered by the surrounding Liyang soldiers.

But after these soldiers discovered that the person in charge of the overall situation was killed in battle, they did not panic.

On the contrary, they all seemed to have a clear understanding of each other, and began to gather in large numbers towards Wu Changqing.

It's a gathering, not a rush.

From the beginning, the four thousand army was divided into twelve teams and poured into Huishan.

Yuan Tingshan has completed his mission.

From beginning to end, he was just a puppet.

They don't even know the real order that Li Yang gave them half a step.

Among the four thousand soldiers, half were dead soldiers carefully cultivated by Li Yang.

The twelve were rumored to be martial artists from the imperial court, and seven of them were spies placed by Li Yang in this group of people led by the martial arts.

The reason is after their target person appears this time.

Take real action.

Blood sacrifice to Huishan! To become an immortal!

The current emperor Zhao Chuan learned from the failure experience of his father when he was still alive.

Want to kill Wu Changqing.

It is no longer something that thousands of people can accomplish.

His main purpose of sending people to attack Huishan this time was before the civil war in Liyang.

Seal this person who is the greatest threat to Li Yang.

Just like the demon who walked the world in the form of a celestial being four hundred years ago.

Seal forever somewhere in the world.

So much so that when the leader of this 4,000-man army exchanged his life for Wu Changqing's appearance.

An army of four thousand people began to form an encirclement.

We don’t want to be loud and powerful, but we want to be absolutely stable.

The army of four thousand people shrank evenly towards Wu Changqing, just like a sword from the Sui Dynasty.

more importantly.

Wu Changqing just wanted to see the secret plan Li Yang had prepared for him.

It was actually himself who released the characters in the three scrolls.

The picture scroll was not what Wu Changqing expected, it was indeed an immortal ascended from Longhu Mountain through the generations.

Three scrolls floated above Wu Changqing's head on three sides, surrounding Wu Changqing on the ground.

A white-clothed immortal holding a whisk and a white bird standing on his shoulder walked out of them.

A mysterious middle-aged swordsman holding a wooden sword.

An old immortal with a majestic and simple face, holding a pagoda in his hand.

The three of them became a force, blocking all Wu Changqing's escape routes.

Just when all three people were born, the world seemed to sense the presence of an immortal.

Actually, a dark curse was cast down in the space where the three of them were.

This not only continuously lowered the cultivation level of the three people, but also greatly restricted Wu Changqing's ability to move.

It blocked any connection between him and heaven and earth.

It was like blocking Wu Changqing's sixth sense.

This kind of situation, if it were an ordinary land fairy, would be equivalent to cutting off the supply resources of the land gods.

The land gods can only rely on the breath in their bodies to fight.

Until death from exhaustion.

But this situation has no impact on Wu Changqing.

He has now cultivated the inner world and does not need to rely on external forces in the world at all.

It can only limit the strength of those three immortals.

"It's more restrictive than I thought."

The white-clothed immortal with the sword on his back frowned and looked at the two companions who came with him.

"really……"

"But it doesn't matter. This time we descended to earth for the Zhao family's court, but we brought the magic weapon of luck with us."

"This kid can't bear it."

The immortal holding the whisk made a sound, but the words did not come from his own mouth.

Instead, it came from the mouth of the magical white bird on his shoulder.

It is a mythical beast that speaks human words!

"Hurry up! Do you still want me to start it for you?!"

The old sage holding a porcelain-like pagoda holds the Heavenly Constitution in his mouth and follows the law as he speaks.

As soon as these words of questioning came out.

The group of soldiers from Liyang had already swarmed in and surrounded Wu Changqing, who was five feet tall.

All of them looked ferocious and started charging without warning.

One punch is a big piece.

It was like a wave of steel coming from all directions.

There was a strong smell of blood.

Wu Changqing was looking curiously at these three immortals who had come from afar.

A yin-yang diagram of a coiled dragon appeared in his eyes, but he could not see the ways of these immortals.

These immortals who descended to earth were in his eyes.

It's as if it doesn't exist. It's like that ethereal luck. It's not like the warriors in the world who can detect the movement of Qi and the flaws in their actions.

The Wuyangyang army rushed towards them.

Wu Changqing waved his hand.

An invisible strong wind suddenly blew in the field.

The Liyang warriors who gritted their teeth and rushed forward hit the strong wind and did not feel any sense of danger.

But after real contact.

These people didn't even have time to think of regret, and the metal armor on their bodies shattered like pieces of paper.

Not to mention the flesh and blood body behind the iron armor.

It was actually the power of this strong wind.

The soldiers who rushed up all at once turned into blood and scattered in the forest.

The faces of the soldiers who were charging behind him couldn't help but get wet.

It even dyed the mountain road where Wu Changqing was in scarlet in an instant.

Rivers of blood are used as declarative words here.

There was still warm blood dripping on his face.

The soldiers who were still thinking about going forward suddenly cleared their minds.

One by one, they looked at the young man in white clothes unstained by the rain of blood in fear, as if looking at a monster.

"continue."

The old immortal had no expression on his face, as if he was watching a trivial matter, and emitted a demonic sound like a tarsal bone.

The soldiers who heard this voice.

The original look of fear turned into a crazy and bloodthirsty look again.

The charge to the death was launched again.

Wu Changqing raised his head and glanced at the old immortal.

The old immortal who was looked at by Wu Changqing ignored him at all.

His eyes looked coldly and coldly at the endless crowds of people on Mount Hui.

Wu Changqing glanced at the remaining two immortals casually.

The immortal standing with his sword on his back closed his eyes tightly, as if he was meditating.

Only the immortal with the white bird on his shoulder was looking at Wu Changqing with a warm smile.

It's just that this kind of smile is in this situation where human life is regarded as nothing.

It's so disgusting and disgusting.

Wu Changqing no longer went to see a few people.

Instead, he looked at the group of Liyang soldiers who were like zombies at the moment.

"Does it mean that if you become an immortal, you can stop treating people as human beings?"

Wu Changqing seemed to be whispering, and seemed to be asking and answering questions to himself.

next moment.

The huge Huishan suddenly trembled!