"It turns out it's to wish fellow Taoist!"
Master Xuanyu nodded, as if he had just heard about it.
"you......"
Zhu Hongqi, after a long time, he finally calmed down the turbulent energy in his chest. He didn't want to be entangled with this person anymore, and said bitterly: "Master Xuanyu, since everyone is here, let's start the transaction. .”
Master Xuanyu glanced at the sky, and was disturbed by his own efforts. It was already Haishi.
The sun had completely set, and the sky was covered with dark clouds, completely covering the shy moon, and not a single bit of moonlight fell.
There are no stars or moon tonight, and within a quarter of an hour at most, it will be completely dark here, and you will be unable to see even your fingers.
"Okay, have you brought everything I want?"
Master Xuanyu changed his playful smile before and asked in a deep voice.
"That's natural."
Zhu Hong told another second-grade shaman cultivator in black robe beside him: "Julin, show our things to Master Xuanyu."
The second-grade witch cultivator immediately took off a bulging storage bag from his waist and handed it to Zhu Hong.
Zhu Hong opened his mouth and said: "There are nearly a hundred kinds of strange poisons in Beimang and nearly a thousand kinds of spiritual materials."
"Especially the cold marrow, a specialty of Beimang, there are two drops in it."
He Pingan nodded, and his spiritual consciousness swept into it, which was no different from what Zhu Hong said.
Seeing that he had finished the inspection, Zhu Hong asked, "Where's yours?"
"Of course I've brought it here."
Master Xuanyu waved his hand, and an unconscious dead soul immediately floated out of the ghost bag around his waist.
Zhu Hong glanced over, and based on the clothes of the deceased soul and the richness of the Yin Qi, he judged that the deceased soul came from the Valley of Shadows.
Then his spiritual consciousness was inserted into the ghost bag, and after a quick scan, he found that there were indeed tens of thousands of dead souls in it.
"Okay, Master Xuanyu really keeps his word!"
Zhu Hong showed a hint of joy, as long as he handed over the dead souls in the Valley of Heroes to the Witch Fairy, it would be a great achievement.
Perhaps Master Wu Xian, when he feels happy, will teach him how to take a half-step to transcendence.
One of them was carrying a ghost bag, and the other was carrying a storage bag. When Zhu Hong counted from one to three, they both let go at the same time, and the bags in their hands slowly floated towards each other.
"Do it!"
At this moment, Zhu Hong gave a sharp shout and suddenly applied force to his hand, about to take the ghost bag into his hand.
At the same time, the two second-grade witch cultivators beside him chanted a witchcraft spell to communicate between heaven and earth, and the other grabbed the storage bag that was close at hand.
The changes were so fast that Master Xuanyu didn't react at all, and even had a stiff smile on his face that showed pleasure in the transaction.
"boom!"
Just when Zhu Hong was about to catch the bag of ghosts, the bag of ghosts suddenly exploded automatically. Tens of thousands of dead souls from the Heroic Soul Valley inside filed out and rushed toward the Beimang cavalry who were still far away.
For a time, Yin Qi rose into the sky, covering the sky and the moon, and the Xuanwu Cliff, which was a hundred miles away, turned into ghosts and ghosts.
But then, the second-grade witch cultivator had finished reciting the witchcraft spell, and a cold breath fell vaguely on Xuanyu's body, directly acting on his soul.
Just as the witchcraft took effect, Master Xuanyu turned his head and smiled strangely at the second-grade witch cultivator. A golden talisman on his body suddenly flashed with golden light, blocking all the negative effects of the witchcraft from him.
Not a single drop fell on him.
At this moment, in the void on the side, a figure appeared from the virtual to the real. The golden light in its right hand flashed, and it came first and grabbed the storage bag in its hand.
It is the three crazy Taoists!
"Senior San Kuang, you are finally here."
When Master Xuanyu saw the appearance of the three crazy Taoists, a smile suddenly appeared on his face.
Then his body shape changed, revealing his true form and transforming into Wei Jinghuan.
It was He Ping'an who used the Thirty-Six Methods of Tiangang to transform Wei Jinghuan into Xuanyu Zhenren.
The method of transmutation is extremely clever, and even monks of the same level as He Ping'an could not see through it, completely covering up Wei Jinghuan's yin energy.
How could Zhu Hong and the others see through it.
This was a strategy that He Ping'an had planned long ago. He knew that the Wu clan would not deal honestly, so he had been hiding in the dark, while Wei Jinghuan was in the light to attract the enemy's attention.
Prepare to take advantage of others.
As for delaying time, of course it is to allow these ghost soldiers to take action.
If it were daytime, the strength of these ghost soldiers would be greatly reduced. At this time, the sun has completely set, the Yang Qi is sinking, and the Yin Qi is rising, these ghost cultivators are even more powerful.
"kill!"
Sure enough, ten thousand ghost soldiers collided with these five thousand Beimang cavalry, and they immediately fought together.
The ghost soldiers were extremely jealous when they saw their enemies.
Now that there is a chance for revenge, how can one not seize the opportunity?
After being held back in the Valley of Heroes for fifteen hundred years, although they are far inferior to the world of human beings, most of the ghost soldiers have reached the seventh level of cultivation through time.
Even some of the ghost generals were already at the third level of cultivation. With the overwhelming number of ghosts, they quickly gained the upper hand.
The lower-level third-level ghost soldiers cannot act on entities, but they can create illusions. Suddenly, flesh and blood flew everywhere among the Beimang cavalry, and chaos reigned.
His brother, who was dependent on him for life and death, cut him on the head with a knife while he was not paying attention.
Until their heads fell to the ground, some Beimang cavalrymen still didn't realize why their brothers, who were closely related to each other, would chop off their heads.
"Children, retreat first...!"
When the second-grade Beimang general saw this, he immediately used his true energy to repel the two fourth-grade ghost generals who were rushing towards him. He roared so loudly that it shook the whole country.
"Stop howling, your opponent is me!"
A cold voice came from the head of General Beimang.
Before he could finish shouting, the light above his head became extremely dim, the clouds covered the sky, and a ghost claw of a hundred feet in size poked out from the clouds.
As soon as the ghost claw came out, the endless Yin Qi immediately blocked the surrounding space of a hundred feet, grabbed the second-grade general into his hand, and quickly dragged him into the clouds.
Inside the clouds, there were gusts of wind, and ghosts were howling. An old Taoist ghost cultivator wearing a purple robe and possessing the spirit of immortality was sitting cross-legged among them. There was a trace of joy on his face. He had killed this second-grade Beimang general. His merits should not be lost. It's too low.
No matter how many other ghost cultivators killed, how could the second-grade general he killed be of such high rank?
The old Taoist was Tao Zhenren. He and the ten thousand ghost soldiers had already received a message from He Pingan, and they were just waiting to find the right opportunity to take action and accumulate merit.
In the eyes of Tao Zhenren, the second-grade general in front of him was no longer a stranger, but a huge piece of moving merit.
Groups of rich Yin Qi enveloped him in layers, tightly surrounding the second-grade general who was full of true energy and charging left and right with a mace in his hand.
Waves of cries of ghosts and howls of wolves kept coming from the clouds, affecting the mind of this second-grade Beimang general.
In the hundreds of feet of dark clouds, there was a bulge here and there, and then it was torn apart by the powerful essence of the mace. However, the clouds were extremely tenacious and firmly enveloped the second-grade Beimang general, making him unable to escape.
Within a quarter of an hour, the clouds were getting closer and closer, and the movement within them was getting smaller and smaller. As expected, this second-grade general would be swallowed up by Tao Zhenren if he persisted for at most a quarter of an hour.
This was because Tao Zhenren had just become a ghost cultivator, and he was not very good at fighting ghost cultivators. Otherwise, he would have crushed this second-grade general directly.
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