"I will tell you after that kid dies!"
At this time, the soul of the weapon spirit seems to have realized that it still has some use value, and is no longer as obedient as before.
"Hey, are you itchy again?"
He Ping'an's eyes were sharp, and he opened his bows left and right again, fighting with each other with both hands, and smashed the Water God Halberd until it trembled continuously, but the spirit of the weapon kept hiding in the Water God Halberd and pretended to be dead without saying a word.
Seeing that the other party still refused to say anything at this point, He Ping'an directly took out more than ten spirit-sealing talismans from his arms, and attached the Water God Halberd tightly with three circles inside and three circles outside.
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Then he used his magic power to place a layer of restrictions on it, completely sealing the Water God Halberd, and then he relaxed a little.
It's not that he is cautious, but these old monsters who have lived from ancient times to the present have some special methods, so he has to be careful.
Otherwise, if this remnant soul of Gonggong escapes secretly or sneaks into his own sea of consciousness, he will be in danger.
After doing all this, He Ping'an turned his eyes and looked into the gourd again. At this time, his limbs had turned into a puddle of sewage, leaving only the head and body of the witch god Hong Miao, who still barely maintained his human form.
Whether what the weapon spirit splits into souls is true or false can only be confirmed by cross-examining Hong Miao.
But before that, he needs to restore his consciousness first.
Otherwise, the God Refining Art will not be able to operate, and it will be difficult to search for souls or mobilize people.
Thinking of this, He Ping'an first used his magic power to control the purple gold gourd to stop the erosion of Hong Miao. At the same time, he shook his sleeves and three pills with yellow aura fell directly into his mouth.
Then he sat cross-legged on the ground and began to refine the elixir.
The elixir melted in his mouth and turned into yellow elixir liquid and flowed into He Ping'an's body.
Then it turned into the power of rolling souls, replenishing He Ping'an's lost power of consciousness, and stabilizing the sea of consciousness that had been severely damaged before.
These three elixirs were all refined by He Ping'an before. They are the best spiritual-strengthening elixirs and are specially used to restore spiritual consciousness.
Half a quarter of an hour later, He Pingan slowly sat up from the ground.
After repairing with the elixir, his consciousness has recovered to a small extent.
This is because he practices the Divine Art, and his divine soul foundation is already stronger than that of ordinary demon-god realm experts.
As for the rest of the power of spiritual consciousness, it cannot be restored by pills. It must be rested for half a month before it can be fully restored.
However, the remaining spiritual consciousness was enough for him to urge people to interrogate Hong Miao.
In the purple gold gourd.
"I am not willing to give in..."
At this time, Hong Miao's consciousness was already a little blurry.
In this purple gourd, there is no daylight and no time.
Some are just endless three flavors of true fire and black ice cold energy.
The two heavens of ice and fire tortured Hong Miao to death, and her consciousness became a little blurry.
And his limbs have been corroded into a puddle of sewage by the two hot and cold magic powers, and most of his body has also melted away at this time.
After his head melts, Hong Miao, the powerful shaman god in Beimang, will completely disappear from the world and die.
"Hong Miao, do you want to live?"
At this moment, a voice came into Hong Miao's ears.
"who is it?"
When Hong Miao, whose consciousness was almost torn apart, heard this voice, it was as if he had grasped a life-saving straw. He looked around aimlessly, but could not find He Ping'an, but his consciousness woke up and he heard it instantly. It was He Ping'an's voice that couldn't help but become sharper: "Dragon-riding Martial Saint, it's you!"
"Yes, it's me!"
He Ping'an's voice seemed to fall from the sky, faintly transmitted into the purple gourd: "Hong Miao, hand over your soul, surrender to the poor Taoist, I will spare your life!"
"Do you want to enslave me?"
Hong Miao's consciousness suddenly came to his senses, and then he said angrily: "Don't even think about it, even if I blow myself up on the spot, I won't surrender to you!"
As he spoke, the fluctuations in Hong Miao's soul suddenly became violent, and his incomplete body began to swell.
"I want to self-destruct, does Pindao agree?"
He Pingan's sneer came from the purple gourd, and then countless bloody threads hidden nearby penetrated into the soul of the Witch God Hong Miao at lightning speed.
In just one breath, Hong Miao's soul fluctuations were calmed down and completely controlled.
At the same time, the three flavors of true fire and black ice cold energy were quickly replenished, and in just one breath, the body of the Witch God Hong Miao was completely turned into a puddle of sewage.
Only a broken soul was left, controlled by Renshu's bloody thread, and fell into a complete coma.
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Liaoxi County.
Heavy snow fell from the sky, covering the ground more than three feet thick.
Under the command of Zhang Yuanfang, the officers and soldiers in the county had already arrived at the defense points on the city wall and were preparing in an orderly manner to meet the incoming enemy.
At this moment, the goose-feather heavy snow in the sky had not yet fallen, but it seemed to have been washed away by invisible energy, torn into pieces, and then turned into nothingness.
"Enemy attack, everyone, be careful!"
Zhang Yuanfang was the person with the highest cultivation level present. He immediately sensed the incoming murderous aura and immediately shouted to remind everyone.
At the same time, the wrist that had been held in the sleeve was raised slightly, and the thick official seal had fallen into the palm. The magic power was running, and the city defense formation was fully activated. The formation light was majestic, blocking the incoming murderous intent outside the city wall.
"winter!"
The boundless murderous aura hit the formation of light, making a dull sound, and then the entire Liaoxi County trembled. The snowflakes accumulated on the city wall flew, and were torn apart by the aftermath of the collision between the two.
In mid-air, the solid ice wolf totem slowly retracted one of its front paws.
The invisible murderous aura just now was actually caused by the attack of the Ice Wolf Totem.
The echo of the impact had not spread very far, and everyone was only two feet tall, reminding the burly Beimang cavalry that they had charged in from more than ten miles away.
It was just a simple cavalry charge, but it could arouse the murderous intent. Even some tentative restrictions that Zhang Yuanfang had placed outside the city were directly torn to pieces by this murderous intent.
The horses ridden by these cavalry are also extraordinary. They are all top-quality wind-chasing horses from Beimang. It is said that they also have the blood of the demon clan. Each horse has an eighth-level cultivation level. The ordinary trip horse ropes arranged by the defenders are completely blocked. Can't stand the rush of these wind-chasing horses.
Soon, the Beimang cavalry arrived three miles away from Liaoxi County.
The armies of both sides faced each other across the city, glaring eagerly, with invisible murderous intent, constantly rubbing and colliding in mid-air.
However, despite Zhang Yuanfang's encouragement, the Beimang cavalry was obviously more powerful and had more troops. Especially as ten monks in black robes walked out of the crowd in Beimang, the momentum of the Liaoxi county defenders suddenly weakened. To the extreme.
"Ten, actually ten great witches are here!"
The defenders in western Liaoning were talking a lot, and everyone's faces were almost full of despair.
You know, in Beimang, only wizards who have reached the third level of cultivation can be called great wizards.
In the entire Beimang, He Ping'an had killed twelve great witches in the previous battle at Xuanwu Cliff, and originally only ten great witches were left.
Later, the witch god took over Beimang, taught witchcraft, and used his magical powers to encourage growth. At this time, there were only more than 20 great witches in Beimang.
Now there are ten great witches under Liaoxi County alone, representing half of the shaman cultivators in Beimang.
Among the cavalry lineup, there are also several unusually tall generals whose strength is obviously far beyond ordinary people. They are also eight upper-level third-level generals who specialize in martial arts.
As for Liaoxi County, including Zhang Yuanfang, there are only four upper-third-grade monks.
The difference in strength is so huge that even if you are hiding in the city defense formation, you can still feel the suffocating pressure coming towards your face.
