After all the matters here were dealt with, He Pingan's figure turned into a faint golden light and flew towards the border between Daxuan and Beimang.
Three hours later.
Outside Xuanwu Cliff.
The snow is capped and the wind is as cold as a knife. It is even colder here than in Jizhou.
The cold wind blows on people's faces, just like a cold invisible knife. If a Jiangzhou girl with delicate skin and tender flesh comes here, she will definitely get a few bloody marks on her face.
He Pingan stood in the void, his figure and breath completely disappeared, and then his consciousness swept down.
Xuanwu Cliff is a huge rock cliff that is a hundred miles in size, shaped like a turtle's back and a snake's body, in the ice and snow world of the North.
The cliff is a thousand feet higher than the surrounding ground, with huge boulders and twelve towering stone pillars standing among them.
He Pingan's spiritual consciousness scanned around and found nothing unusual. Beimang did not seem to have set up any prohibitive formations nearby.
'This unscientific! '
He Ping'an murmured to himself that according to his estimation, Beimang would definitely set a trap here to prepare for trouble.
This is not because he uses a villain's heart to judge a gentleman's heart and is not afraid of deceit, but it is something that is bound to happen.
His body turned into nothingness and floated down quietly. His spiritual consciousness did not detect the aura of a monk of the same level nearby.
In a blink of an eye, he still threw out several talisman formation disks, which fell around and then turned invisible and disappeared.
Although the twelve towering stone pillars look old, they are obviously not the product of a short period of time, and they should not be temporary constructions.
But he still remembered to be careful and left a talisman on every stone pillar.
This is the Talisman Formation Technique that he has just developed through his recent intensive study of the Talisman Water Technique. The fusion of the Talisman Technique and the formation technique has sparked the spark of love.
Especially the talisman technique, in his previous tests, he was extremely restrained against the witchcraft.
After doing all this, He Pingan sat cross-legged in the void, waiting for the agreed trading time one day later.
"Da da da......"
One day later, at Xuanwu Cliff, which was deserted and extremely quiet, the tranquility was broken by the sound of neat horse hooves.
Just when I heard the sound, I saw a warrior named Bei Mang galloping neatly from a distance on a tall horse, with a long bow on his body and a mace in his hand, all of them with extraordinary momentum.
These big horses are full of energy and blood, and each one is equivalent to a ninth-grade martial artist. They do not look dwarfed at all in front of these Beimang warriors who are all two feet tall.
They are all specialties of Beimang, and the wind-chasing horses are as famous as Daxuan's dragon-scaled horses.
It's just that these two types of horses are not very common in number because of their sparse bloodline and difficulty in breeding.
And here, He Pingan saw five hundred horses at a glance.
This is equivalent to me going to a car show in my previous life. Five hundred Lambo, Ferrari and other sports cars were neatly lined up in front of me. You can imagine the shock in front of you.
After these Beimang cavalry, there were nearly five thousand ordinary cavalry, rushing in neatly.
The horses' hooves galloped wildly, and as they got closer, He Ping'an saw a gray direwolf head with its fangs exposed on the flag fluttering in the wind, which looked extremely fierce.
He was full of fighting spirit and murderous intent.
Although most of these soldiers are not high in cultivation and are basically lower-level third-grade monks, their powerful aura alone can make their opponents tremble in fear.
Not to mention the generals interspersed among them, the strongest general is two feet tall, with full energy and blood, and his cultivation level is comparable to that of Daxuan's martial arts.
And this is indeed the case.
Although Zhenbei Gong personally led troops to guard the border between Beimang and Daxuan, these Beimang cavalry relied on their mobility and flexibility to often invade the Daxuan border.
And if Daxuan had high-level monks to take action, Beimang would also send a great witch to stop them. In short, it would be difficult to keep this group of cavalry.
Especially in the past ten years, under the rule of Emperor Jiaming, Daxuan's national power had declined, and Beimang's cavalry had frequently harassed them, and Zhenbeigong took great pains.
"Whoosh..."
It was not until three quarters of noon that several rays of light flew over from the extreme north. Several short, dwarf-like figures in black robes landed on the field.
There was one person at the front, with terrifying black lines painted on his face, holding a green wooden staff, and he looked extremely weird.
However, everyone present, including the second-grade general, fell to their knees when they saw this man, calling him a great witch.
"That person hasn't come yet?"
The great witch frowned and asked with a strange accent.
Fortunately, He Ping'an spent the past five days studying Beimang's language, so he could understand what this person meant.
"Report to the great witch, he hasn't arrived yet."
The second-grade general stood up and replied.
"The people of Daxuan really didn't keep their word, they agreed on the deal at noon!"
The big witch frowned and said, the black lines on his face getting weirder.
'hehe'
He Ping'an, who was floating in the air, sneered twice in his heart and did not show his figure.
The deal was agreed upon at noon, but the other party came only at 3:00 a.m., obviously with the intention of giving him a show of strength.
In this case, if you are unkind, don't blame me for being unjust. I'll let you dry out for a while, and I'll just pick an auspicious time for you.
So, an hour later.
People and horses were exhausted, and even the flag fluttering in the wind seemed a little weak at the moment.
The great witch's face was extremely gloomy, and the black lines seemed to be wrinkled, but he remained silent and stood blankly in the field.
Before they came, they had received the order from the Witch Fairy, and they must capture the dead souls in the Valley of Heroes today.
Even the Witch Fairy is wandering nearby for thousands of miles, and must ensure that nothing goes wrong.
Today, even a strong man who has transcended the realm must keep him.
Just waiting for such a long time has made the great witch's temper become more and more irritable.
After another half an hour, a soldier's legs and feet were already a little numb when he stood. He quietly moved his legs and feet, which were a little numb when he was standing.
Unexpectedly, just as he moved his body, his whole body suddenly and silently exploded, with flesh and blood and limbs flying everywhere.
The faces of the soldiers who were close to him were suddenly covered with exploding scarlet blood.
"Another rioter looks like this!"
The great witch's gloomy voice resounded on Xuanwu Cliff. The remaining soldiers were uneasy but did not dare to move at all.
He Ping'an sat cross-legged in the void, his consciousness vaguely sensing the strange fluctuations coming from the void, and he couldn't help but secretly speculate in his heart.
The witch cultivator's technique was indeed strange. Even his own consciousness only sensed strange fluctuations, but he did not discover how the great witch below launched his attack.
He had no choice but to cover his body with nearly a hundred defensive talismans silently, so as not to fall into someone else's trick during the duel.
However, it can also be seen at this time that the other party's mentality has obviously been somewhat unbalanced by himself.
This coincides with the art of war, which rises in one go, then declines, and then exhausts itself.
Of course, he was not idle. Now that the culprit in front of him had arrived, Wang Wei who was left in the broken cauldron was of no use.
In the broken cauldron, Wang Wei was suspended in mid-air, and sharp golden light streaked across his naked body from time to time, bringing up streaks of blood.
He Pingan has no mercy for this kind of human slave, and must make him feel the most terrifying punishment in the world.
"Taoist Xuanyu, if I snort, I am not Beimang's son."
At this time, Wang Wei still looked arrogant and did not pay attention to the punishment imposed on him.
As early as when he came to Daxuan to work as an assassin, he had already received various trainings and had a very clear understanding of his situation.
"Are you waiting for the Witch Fairy to come and save you?"
He Ping'an said with a smile, the golden light in his hand continued to bring up balls of blood on Wang Wei's body.
"how do you know......"
As soon as Wang Wei blurted out, he felt something was wrong.
"Haha, I'm also waiting for the Witch Fairy to come here!"
He Ping'an smiled lightly, and a powerful aura from his body spread into the broken cauldron, immediately making Wang Wei's face stunned.
This is far beyond the aura of a first-grade monk...
He Ping'an watched with satisfaction as Wang Wei's expression changed from arrogance to fear, then despair, and then became distorted due to physical pain.
The wizard fairy in Beimang is like Wang Wei's spiritual support, but if He Ping breaks his spiritual support, then Wang Wei will no longer be as strong as before.
Just now, he was stubborn and stubborn, but now he begged in pain: "Senior Xuanyu, I just want a quick death. Please help me for the sake of being a human being."
"Ah."
He Pingan sneered, human slaves like this have long been classified by He Pingan as more hateful than aliens.
The golden light in his hand flashes, and the knife moves like flying.
Ling Chi's execution was originally 10,000 knives, but He Pingan had a full 30,000 knives scratched on his body in just a few hours.
At this time, Wang Wei's entire body was covered in blood and flesh, and not a single trace of his body was intact. Especially his second brother, who was being taken care of by He Pingan. Countless pieces of flesh were flying around, and it was already difficult to tell which piece belonged to the second brother. Part.
He should have died a long time ago, but He Ping'an used his true energy to hang his life up. He could not die for a long time and fell into the netherworld.
...
At six o'clock in the hour, the setting sun was like blood, and outside Xuanwu Cliff, there was still no sign of anyone coming.
The great witch's temper became increasingly violent, and during this period, more than ten soldiers were killed by his curse.
At this moment, the big witch's expression suddenly changed, and for the first time, a smile appeared on his gloomy face.
In the eyes of the soldiers who had been paying attention to the changes in his expression, the smiling face covered with strange black lines seemed even more terrifying.
Isn't this great witch going to get angry again...
"Wait another quarter of an hour. If no one comes, we will return!"
There was a hint of lightness that had been suppressed for a long time in the voice of the great witch.
Even a first-grade monk doesn't want to waste a day in this place where birds don't shit.
A quarter of an hour later, relief flashed across the great witch's face, and he was about to give the order to return.
"Uh-huh!"
A gray ray of light pierced the sky and appeared outside Xuanwu Cliff. It turned in mid-air and turned into a purple-robed Taoist, landing on Xuanwu Cliff.
"Who are you?"
The great witch asked in Daxuan language.
Looking at the purple-robed Taoist in front of me, although I had some guesses in my mind, I still had to ask.
At this time, his expression was as ugly as if he had eaten a fly. After waiting for a while but you didn't come, we were about to leave, but you came.
"Pindao Xuanyu Zhenren!"
The purple-robed Taoist made a bow and also announced his name in Daxuan language.
"Master Xuanyu, what time did we agree on before?"
The great witch's face was gloomy. He came so early and brought so many people with him because he wanted to establish a prestige for the real Xuan Yu.
As a result, the establishment of authority was lonely, but it affected the morale of the soldiers.
The culprit is here. How can he get away with it if he doesn't find some leverage?
"Haha, I kept you guys waiting for a long time."
"Pindao encountered some changes on the road and was delayed for some time. Fortunately, fellow Taoists are still here waiting for Pindao."
Master Xuanyu explained with a smile, then waved his sleeves, and a golden talisman dispersed the cold aura coming from the big witch opposite without any trace.
"I don't know what to call this fellow Taoist?"
Master Xuanyu looked at the sullen Great Witch across from him, felt very relieved, and asked.
Hearing him ask about his name, the great witch thought for a moment and decided to use his resounding title to intimidate the Xuanyu master and regain the morale he had lost before.
He straightened his chest and raised his head, his eyes tilted up to the sky, his nostrils pointed at the real person Xuanyu, and said angrily: "I am a descendant of the ancestral witch, the real person protecting the country in Beimang, a first-class great witch, I wish..."
He was also afraid that Master Xuanyu wouldn't understand, so he broadcast in Daxuan language.
Halfway through, he was about to secretly take a look at Xuanyu's expression to see if he was frightened by his loud title.
Unexpectedly, with a glance, the real person Xuanyu beside him had already disappeared.
Looking around, I found that this guy had transformed into a breeze and appeared among the soldiers standing neatly in Beimang. He looked left and right, touching up and down.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk!"
"This stick is good."
"These muscles are pretty strong."
"Hey, why is there a pool of flesh and blood here?"
"Hey, are all the officials in Beimang so unworthy of men?"
"Isn't it just that you came a little late, so you got so angry?"
"It's not worth it to me to anger you, the lowest-level soldiers."
"Go to Daxuan. Our Daxuan officials are the most considerate to their subordinates. Not only will they have wine and meat, but there will also be a hot girl to warm your bed..."
When Master Xuanyu saw the dozen pools of flesh and blood on the ground, he sighed endlessly and continued to confuse these soldiers with the language of Beimang.
Although these Beimang soldiers were usually well-trained, the magic power in the voice of Master Xuanyu immediately made them move.
"Xuan! Yu! Real! Human!"
When the first-level great wizard saw this, he was furious and shouted every word. The anger in his voice was not concealed at all, and he was obviously very angry.
There is no doubt that if Master Xuanyu doesn't come over, he will take action.
"Here we go!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Master Xuanyu turned into a phantom and appeared in front of the first-grade wizard. He persuaded with a smile: "Fellow Taoist, why are you angry again? Don't get angry rashly, it is easy for the blood to attack the heart. "
After finishing speaking, Master Xuanyu took a closer look at the face of the great shaman, and then said: "Pindao Guan, your face is covered with dark clouds. Have you always felt a little restless, palpitating and anxious recently? You must pay attention to rest and go there when you have time." See the doctor..."
"I have Master Xuanyu to worry about. I am a witch doctor and I will take care of myself."
The great witch interrupted Master Xuanyu's chatter without politeness.
"Oh, witch doctors can't do it. Those are all folk remedies. I know an old miracle doctor from Xuanyang City, and he has cured this disease..."
Master Xuanyu continued to introduce.
"Master Xuanyu, we are here to discuss a deal today!"
The great witch suppressed the anger that was about to burst out and interrupted his ramblings again.
"Okay, let's talk about the deal."
"But before that, I have one more question."
Master Xuanyu's expression became solemn, as if he was finally getting to the point.
"explain!"
The great witch spoke angrily.
"What is the name of this fellow Taoist?"
Master Xuanyu asked seriously.
"puff......"
The great witch's face froze, blood surged in his chest, and he almost vomited out a mouthful of old blood.
After finally suppressing the blood in his chest, he said bitterly: "Zhu Hong!"
