Hong Dao looked at the scene in front of her in disbelief. She did not expect that when facing a desperate situation of life and death, she actually knocked down the witch god's clone.
Yang Qingyun was so upright that he reluctantly stood up and walked to the side of the Ice Wolf. He carefully placed his hand on the tip of the Ice Wolf's nose and found that the Witch God's clone had no breath at all.
"The clone of the Witch God is dead!"
Yang Qing shouted excitedly, and his voice instantly spread throughout Liaoxi County.
Everyone's eyes were filled with disbelief.
But when they saw the huge body of the Ice Wolf, they had to believe that this was true, that the Martial God clone was really dead.
"The clone of the Witch God is dead!"
"died......"
The Liaoxi County defenders shouted excitedly, their voices filled with joy of surviving the disaster.
Yang Qing recalled that in his dream that day, the Dragon-riding Martial Saint said that when he encountered a crisis, he called out "Three Crazy Taoists". Now it seems that the Dragon-riding Martial Saint must have exerted force from a distance and saved everyone's lives.
Thinking of this, Yang Qing's figure floated into the air, and in mid-air, he circulated a powerful and righteous energy, and said loudly: "Master Hongyi has been ordered by the Dragon Riding Martial Saint to kill the clone of the Witch God!"
"The Dragon-riding Martial Saint has boundless magic power. Master Hongyi is invincible in every battle!"
For a time, person to person, voice to voice, in the blink of an eye, the news of the death of the witch god clone spread throughout Liaoxi County.
And the name of Master Hongyi spread throughout Liaoxi County.
Just as word spread, the taste gradually changed. When people who didn't know the truth saw Master Hongyi wearing red clothes, they 'affectionately' called him Master Hongyi.
These are all things for later, so let’s not talk about them for now.
As the news of the death of the witch god's clone spread throughout Liaoxi County.
Naturally, the Beimang army also got the news.
The army of more than 300,000 people suddenly became chaotic. Some people who fell into madness continued to choose the attackers, and many cunning people began to choose to retreat quietly.
Others looked blank, not knowing whether to move forward or retreat.
In the chaotic army, two witch cultivators in black robes were mixed in with the fleeing team, quietly retreating with the large army.
"National Master, do you really not care about these people?"
The sorcerer in black robe asked a sorcerer next to him who had a broken arm.
"The clones of the Witch God have all fallen, and I'm afraid the main body is also in danger."
"You are almost dead, how can you still care about these people?"
The sorcerer with a broken arm said slowly that he was the national master Hong Yan.
The shaman cultivator next to him is Ju Rui.
He knows more about the movements of the Witch God than others.
It can be vaguely guessed that the Witch God went to southern Xinjiang to deal with the legendary dragon-riding martial saint.
Since he was the closest to the Witch God's clone before, he naturally saw the demise of the Witch God's clone the most clearly.
Because of fear and desperation, Hongdao's voice contained no magic power at all.
The death of the Witch God's clone cannot be related to her.
Therefore, there is only one possibility, and that is the true body of the Witch God, which may have already fallen.
When he thought of this, Imperial Master Hong Yan's body trembled slightly.
That was the legendary witch god, who had been in the northern wilderness for more than ten thousand years. Even Taizu Daxuan, who was born that year, was helpless against the witch god.
Now, he died in the hands of Dragon Riding Martial Saint.
I'm afraid that even if you escape back to Beimang, it may not be safe.
"If the Witch God falls, then Beimang will also..."
Ju Rui opened his mouth in horror, and then he realized why Imperial Master Hong Yan wanted to drag him away.
In his opinion, although the Witch God's clone fell, the strength of Beimang's army was still slightly better than that of the Liaoxi County defenders.
But if even the Witch God himself falls, even if the Liaoxi County is conquered, it will be meaningless. Sooner or later, it will be taken back by the Daxuan people.
As for all the Beimang people who invaded Daxuan, there was only one ending for them, and that was to be buried in this foreign country forever.
"Shhh... don't say it. Follow the national division back to the capital as quickly as possible, open the imperial palace's secret store, and take as much as you can."
"After taking it, leave and let that idiot Yelu Gong be Daxuan's punching bag."
Imperial Master Hong Yan interrupted Gurui's words and spoke quietly.
"Then you don't want to be a national teacher anymore?"
Ju Rui looked at Imperial Master Hong Yan with a blank expression. He thought of the seriousness of the matter, but he did not expect that the matter had reached this serious level.
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Will even the mainland of Beimang be lost?
"National Master, haha..."
National Preceptor Hong Yan sneered, and then said: "The position of National Preceptor is a joke."
"There is a witch-god suppressing him above, and the country's leader Yelu Gong is holding him back. This country's master is not a good person."
"With the treasures in the imperial court's secret collection, even if we escape overseas, it will be enough for us to practice for ten thousand years."
"Isn't it joyful!"
"Why, you don't want to?"
Imperial Master Hong Yan rolled his eyes, revealing a cold light, and glanced at Ju Rui beside him.
Ju Rui was stared at by his eyes and felt a chill in his heart. He said hurriedly: "How dare I, my subordinates? Naturally, I want to follow the imperial master through fire and water, no matter what!"
"Haha, my master likes your boy's cleverness..."
"When the time comes, we will go overseas and find a fairy island. With the treasures hidden in the imperial court, it will be enough to establish a sect."
"Wouldn't it be great if my master is the sect leader and you are the deputy sect leader?"
National Preceptor Hong Yan nodded with a smile, and then stopped talking. His body was like a fish, swimming among the fleeing team. In just a few flashes, he had reached the front of the team.
However, he was not in a hurry to take the lead. He was still some distance away from the first row of the team.
In this way, even if someone notices someone escaping, he will not be found immediately.
A quarter of an hour later, the fleeing team had left Liaoxi County and was more than ten miles away from the collapsed city wall.
Once here, Imperial Master Hong Yan was sure that no one would notice him.
Then he prepared to use his escape technique to leave here with Ju Rui.
However, at this moment, there was a commotion in the crowd in front. Imperial Master Hong Yan and Ju Rui just glanced at it, and their expressions suddenly changed.
At the front of the team, Yang Qing and Liu Yue'e were seen floating in mid-air, looking at them with sneers.
"Walk!"
At this time, Imperial Master Hong Yan no longer cared about hiding his whereabouts. With a shake of his staff, all the accumulated snowflakes on the ground suddenly floated up. With a breathtaking cold light, they passed through the crowd and headed toward Yang Qing. He pounced with Liu Yue.
Without looking at whether it caused any harm to the two of them, Imperial Master Hong Yan turned into a blue spiritual light in a flash, wrapped Ju Rui in it, made an arc in mid-air, and then fled to the north.
When Liu Yue'e saw this, she chopped her feet into the air hard, and her body disappeared into the shape of a lake.
"Participate in the fight!"
Yang Qing looked at the snowflakes coming and spat out four words from his mouth.
As he spoke, a mysterious force fell on the snowflakes. Many of the snowflakes trembled and exploded in mid-air.
But most of the snowflakes stagnated in mid-air for a moment, then suddenly changed direction and rushed directly towards Beimang's team.
The snowflakes were like cutting leeks, passing through the crowd, bringing out little bits of blood.
"ah!"
"Well!"
"ah......"
All those who were hit by the snowflakes were either frozen into pieces of ice, or were directly penetrated by the snowflakes and died on the spot.
In an instant, tens of thousands of people died under the snowflakes.
"It's no wonder that I committed a murder in vain. If you want to blame me, blame your national master!"
Yang Qing gently dropped these words and threw all the murders on the body of the National Master Hong Yan.
Then he turned his eyes, looked in the right direction, and followed Liu Yue'e's figure and chased her.
