In the secluded forest, the huge donkey stood as silently as a black stone statue, as motionless as a mountain.
It's not that he doesn't want to move, his body is covered with complex thunder patterns, and every move involves the thunder-inducing stones embedded in the flesh as nodes of the talisman array, causing severe electric shock, numbness, itching and pain, and the taste is sour to the bones.
He is now a beast in the thunder talisman array that can move and attack. The nine thunder-inducing stones engraved with talismans are slowly absorbing his thunder power. He communicates with the world according to the method taught by Old Man You, and absorbs spiritual energy to replenish himself. This causes the Thunder Talisman Array to form an internal and external cycle with itself.
Old Man You lied to him and said that he only felt a little uncomfortable and that he would be fine after a while.
There was not a single word of truth in that old man's mouth. Did this mother-in-law only feel a little pain?
He could only greet all Old Man You's relatives over and over again from the bottom of his heart, if Old Man You still had any relatives, to talk to him to distract himself from the boring and lonely night.
The sun rises and shines slantingly into the forest on the top of the mountain.
The fuzzy old man You came out of nowhere and appeared next to the donkey like a ghost. Lu Zijin rolled his eyes with big white and black eyes and was too lazy to answer.
"Yes, it's no wonder that Taoist Zhang often praises you for your monstrous talent and the talent you can create. In just half a night, Mr. Donkey, you have refined the thunder talisman array on your body, causing me to worry for nothing. If I had known better, I should have set up more A thunderstone node."
You Mengchang stretched out his fingers and pressed on various nodes, very satisfied with the donkey's efficiency.
"You Ye, that's almost enough."
Lu Zijin held back the fragrance that was about to burst out of his mouth. He put the overall situation first, harmony was the most precious, and he kept calm. I don't know how the viewer could stand this wretched, shameless, and mean old man? Otherwise he would have started fighting already.
You Mengchang laughed and drifted away from the donkey whose thunderous breath was intensifying.
This time he came to kill the devil. He was under great pressure. He wanted to have some fun and relax. He still didn't want to pay attention in front of other fifth-level masters. Isn't it too much to tease the donkey of the Guanzhu's family?
At almost noon, Gu Qingrong flew over and handed Mr. You a file as he stood up.
After mobilizing the manpower of the Xiuzhen Association and the secret spies laid down for investigation, they obtained the approximate death and injury records of the Rongye, Panduo, and Hengtian tribes in the southwest of the mainland in the past five years in two days. They were more than twice as much as before, especially the In the past three years, tens of thousands of soldiers from various tribes have died, and they have reached the point where their muscles and bones are broken.
Two nearby small tribes were devoured alive and their women and children were kidnapped.
It is impossible to count the number of casualties among the low-level monks. It was too chaotic. Moreover, time was urgent and it was impossible to alert the enemy.
You Mengchang finished flipping through the file and said: "The facts are before our eyes. The devil is hiding in the dense forest of the three tribes. He is controlling the casual cultivators of the three tribes and the newly emerged priests to escape from the devil. If we don’t break the relationship, we can’t let any of them go when the time comes. We will destroy them all to avoid future troubles.”
He said it lightly, human life is worthless.
In his eyes, the three tribes, whether they are lowly commoners or nobles who think they are noble, are all ants. It is no pity to be affected by the fight between gods and gods. He saves the need to investigate and distinguish one by one afterwards and worry about the feelings of Taoist Zhang next to him. He won't say it outright.
Gu Qingrong said "Ashamed" several times and said: "Our manpower has been keeping an eye on remote villages all over the mainland. In the past ten years, there have been several tragedies in which evil cultivators massacred mortal villages. This has attracted some attention to the remote tribes. The battle between the two is less concerned.”
You Mengchang was noncommittal, glanced at the sun above the forest, and said, "You can inform the gathered fifth-level masters to quietly go to the preset location in batches. I will arrange for you to talk to them face to face."
Only within the small world controlled by Taoist Zhang can one speak freely.
Although all the experts gathered knew what was going on, but they kept playing riddles, which was not conducive to joining forces to slay the devil.
Gu Qingrong asked doubtfully: "Didn't you say three days?"
"Three days is just an imaginary number. Once everyone is here, we can launch an attack at any time."
You Mengchang's statement is wild and unconstrained.
He was worried that the devil should not be underestimated because of the long nights and many dreams. Maybe the devil had already noticed it, so the soldiers were so quick that they could even hide it from his own people. It was best to make a surprise attack one day in advance.
Gu Qingrong didn't say any more nonsense. He stood up and left. The mysterious magician in front of him had used unpredictable derivation results, and every step had been verified, winning his and Lao Lu's trust. It was hard not to accept it.
"The war is unpredictable and many people will die."
Seeing Gu Qingrong flying out of sight, You Meng sighed with emotion and said to Lu Zijin, who was as dumbfounded as a stone donkey in the forest: "In an hour, Mr. Donkey, you will set off again. You can seize the opportunity by yourself. I won't make any specific arrangements." .”
Lu Zijin nodded slightly.
You Mengchang and Zhang Wenfeng, who put away the barrier, drifted to the southwest like a gust of wind and disappeared in the air in the blink of an eye.
Wild mountains and forests, humid and hot.
A group of about forty or fifty short men with muddy faces, bare arms and dark bodies, some holding knives, guns, or bows and arrows, their hair tied casually with cloth ribbons, bent over and running quickly along the stream.
Behind the team, two men in clean black robes were standing in the distance, floating about a foot above the ground.
Suddenly, a screaming arrow shot out from the grass on the left, knocking down seven or eight short men at once.
Gurgling shouts and miserable howls intertwined together.
Countless unkempt and dirty men wearing animal skins emerged from the grass and soil, screaming and rushing towards the stream. They had no fear of the two flying gods, and they had their own gods to deal with them.
The monks on both sides flying in the air did not immediately step forward to fight to the death. Looking at the chaotic battlefield, they had a tacit understanding and retreated far away. They waited for the brutal fight below to determine the winner before it was their turn to take the field.
Chaotic places have their own chaotic rules.
They have a noble status and cannot kill as gracefully as the barbarians.
Using people's money to eliminate disasters for others, such a small fight, if they are of equal strength, they can fight very "intensely", and the outcome can be discussed in advance.
The forest was filled with the smell of blood. Flying above, a tall man with only his eyes exposed suddenly raised his head and looked to the northeast. A strange swaying black light appeared on his body. He whispered in slight surprise: "Soul Revealing Curse!"
Someone used a secret method to reveal his aura, and within three or two days, he would not disappear no matter where he fled.
"It's interesting. Is he a mysterious warlock from the Eastern Continent?"
The tall man's eyes were spinning with a bottomless black light, and he had no intention of escaping. After hiding here for so many years, he has collected enough souls and blood from thousands of miles around. He likes fresh souls that are so angry that they explode and their blood is surging with excitement. Of course, the number of times he takes action in person is very few. He is really bored. Come out Stretch your muscles.
If these dull guys in the vast continent can no longer discover his whereabouts, he will prepare to cause a big incident to remind him of his existence and lightly shout: "Blood Explosion!"
Next to him, he turned to look at his companions. Two groups of barbarians were fighting jealously below, and two monks flying three hundred feet away were leisurely watching the show in the treetops. They seemed to have been cast by immobilization spells and were unable to move for an instant. One by one they exploded into clouds of blood mist.
The bloody mist floated in the forest, bright red, and twisted strangely as it fell to the ground.
The terrifying sound of self-destruction continued to spread for several miles.
Another group of people lying in ambush exploded into a thicker blood mist, but this was just the beginning. With the tall man as the center, the self-destruction sound quickly spread to ten miles away, spreading in all directions like a plague.
Demonic calamity is coming.
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