Seventh Pagoda

After tidying up Lan Guizhen, he reasoned that the next battle would be easy to fight, but no one in the camp showed a relaxed look, but thought very tacitly in his heart that the next thing might be the real beginning...

Yuchi Qiuyun poked Jing Fulin: "Any ideas?" After leaving the capital, the two childhood playmates unconsciously returned to the previous mode of getting along.

Jing Fulin shook his head: "Who knows, with your Yuchi family sitting in the town and Yu Zhenxi, there is definitely no chance of winning. I guess I have studied a lot of heresy in recent years..."

Yuchi Qiuyun sighed: "Heretics...then there's nothing you can do...you can't sit still..."

Jing Fulin looked at Yu Chifeng and Yu Zhenxi: "What do the two generals think? I think—" The three reached out their hands at the same time, pointed to the same point on the map, and then smiled at each other: "Take Majipo tomorrow. "

Majipo, surrounded by highlands and a valley in the middle, is easy to defend but difficult to attack.As long as the barrier is stuck, Wanfu will not open.Yuchi Qiuyun, Yuchifeng, Yu Zhenxi, and Jing Fulin divided their troops into four groups and captured four guard passes.

When the horse thorns met, Yu Zhenxi rode his horse and looked around: "It's too easy, I'm afraid there may be fraud." Jing Fulin nodded: "If there is fraud, this place must be taken."

Yuchi Qiuyun felt the same treacherous atmosphere: "The pass along the valley has been changed, so it's deceitful, and you can't get in from outside." If there are ghosts in the valley...

Yunying leaned her ears to the ground, and listened, there was a rustling sound, getting louder and louder, like a dense crowd.Yun Ying's expression was not good: "There is movement below. There are a lot of things."

The war horse was restless and snorting, becoming more and more restless.Yu Zhenxi's expression was stern: "Get out!" Yun Ying shook his head: "It's too late."

The next moment, countless small balls broke out of the ground, and Liu Ying was terrified: "It's a blood light beast!" The strange thing is that the dense blood light balls rolled on the ground in piles, but they didn't move. Someone said from a distance: " Why don't we make a deal."

Huaidong tin.

Jing Fulin sighed: "It took a lot of hard work to raise these things. What kind of benefits does the Lin family give you? You are so obedient."

Huai Dongxi whispered softly: "If the emperor gives me more benefits, I will also listen to the emperor."

Jing Fulin smiled: "I don't raise greedy dogs."

Huai Dongxi didn't take it seriously: "Then this deal can't be negotiated?"

No one paid him any attention.Huai Dongxi smiled and said, "Then there is no other way."

While Jing Fulin was talking with Huai Dongxi, Wen Yan spilled the powder all over the floor.

At first, Su Jun asked him how he managed to flatten Heifeng Mountain overnight. Wen Yan said, just pour medicine into the well, one medicine and one mountain. Just do one thing: sprinkle medicine.

Suddenly, I felt that maybe he was telling the truth...Wen Yan, the number one basalt master of Tianxingzhai, Pi Xingjun, is busy using his own unique medicine powder to cure the blood light ball...

Shen Meifeng was also busy chattering and doing one thing, bloodletting... While bleeding, he wiped the blood on the person, and when it was applied to Yunying, the person refused to do anything, Shen Meifeng didn't care about it, just pulled the person and smeared it on the face Xue: "The blood light ball recognizes the owner! I have half the blood of that beast! Let's make do with it!"

Therefore, when Huai Dongxi took the whistle and blew it, the blood light ball on the ground did not move. Huai Dongxi took a closer look and sneered: "Naive."

Immediately, the sharp whistle pierced the sky, and the rustling sound not far away became louder and louder, and more blood light balls poured in from the mouth of the valley, Shen Meifeng's face turned pale, how many blood light balls did this beast raise...

The blood light ball from Taniguchi has devoured the defending soldiers of the four passes. Seeing the blood, the blood light ball has grown in size and become more and more violent. Even if there are ten more peerless masters like Mr. I can't suppress such overwhelming blood balls.

Huarong knew something bad was going on, so it would be good to fold it all here, she said with a heart: "Everyone back off!" She stretched out the iron fan in her hand and cut her wrist, Huarong slapped it on the iron fan without the slightest bit of distress. bloodletting.

The iron fan was full of blood, and formed a blood-glowing formation diagram in mid-air. The blood was soaring, and the runes were like iron chains, criss-crossing on the formation diagram. Huarong gritted his teeth and spit out the word "Mie", With a wave of the fan, red rain-like silver needles shot up into the sky, leaving no bloody balls behind.

Huarong's face was pale, she closed her fan, and spat out a mouthful of blood, well, most of my life was lost...

Holding the whistle, Huai Dongxi was furious: "This is really an eye-opener, let's see, is it your blood that is more, or my blood light ball..."

The whistle sounded like a devil's voice, and it made people feel terrified. Huarong had lost too much blood, and she was already a little unconscious. She was still struggling to let the blood out, but found that she couldn't move anyway. Suddenly, a red light shone on the iron fan. The red light soared, and a... person actually stood up.

Immortal Wenlan was dressed in a blood-red shirt, her jet-black pupils were as dark as eternal night, and with violent anger, every word she uttered seemed to kill someone: "You guys are very capable of bullying my Rongrong like this. "

Dark clouds covered the sun for a while, and the sky thunder rolled, flashing purple thunder, and Xianjun Wenlan raised his head and shouted anxiously.

"Xuan Leizi! Don't attack me first. I know you like Zhuoquan Fairy. Zhuoquan Fairy likes my The Legend of Cultivating Immortal Heroes the most. Now that the last volume of Cultivating Immortal Heroes is written, I will definitely include you in it and write you wisely. It's so powerful, it's terrifying, as long as you don't chop me up and give me a stick of incense, I promise to help you catch Zhuoquan Fairy!"

He knew in his heart that the thunder might strike in the next second, so he raced against time to finish the useful information in one breath. The gods who descended to the earth cannot use spells, otherwise they will be punished by the sky thunder.

That's why, the Great Witch of Southern Border who descended from the sky has been unable to do anything so far.

As for why you said that Chen Xiang was able to dig graves to save people, it's very simple, because Chen Xiang is a demon, and Wen Lan and Linghua are immortals...

The sky thunder faintly dissipated after a while. Immortal Wenlan breathed a sigh of relief, settled Huarong firmly, stood up, and brushed his hair: "Okay, now, let's settle the score."

With a wave of his hand, all the dense blood balls on the ground disappeared, and Xianjun Wenlan frowned: "Which bastard raised my family Rongrong to let so much blood, stand up by yourself."

Yuanba is the most honest person, pointing to Huai Dongxi who ran halfway: "He raised him!"

Xianjun Wenlan nodded and smiled at Yuanba, then turned to look at Huaidongxi: "Bastard, you want to run away after bullying my family Rongrong."

He raised his hand to catch him back from the air, but he didn't touch him as if he was dirty, and restrained him three feet away: "Let you taste the taste of bloodletting."

After speaking, he cut his neck and let him watch his blood flow out little by little.

Shen Meifeng raised her foot and took a step, and Xianjun Wenlan raised her eyebrows: "What, do you want to save him?"

Shen Meifeng's face turned pale: "No, it's just to see more clearly."

Immortal Wenlan: "..."

When the bleeding was almost done, he stopped the wound, took a deep breath, and turned Huaidongxi into a ball of blood: "I like the clown ball so much, why don't I let you go."

After all, he didn't kill anyone. If someone couldn't hold back and really killed someone, it wouldn't be enough to strike a few thunderbolts. He still wanted to reunite with his Rong Rong.

Xianjun Wenlan went down to earth this time, in fact, to find his lost inkstone. After searching and searching, he couldn't find it, so he simply stayed in the mortal world with peace of mind. He entered the Ghost Bone Gate by accident and was arrested by No.70 II. The head of the sect bestowed the name "Bone Thousand Lotus".

When I was writing the Legend of Cultivation Heroes earlier, I retrieved Xue Shenzun and borrowed a lot of folk classics. I was very interested in the art of blood refining. Since it was a coincidence, I let it go and experiment at the Ghost Bone Gate. A shameless fairy, that's it In the mortal world, he became an inexhaustible blood refining genius.

At that time, he was collecting poison everywhere, and once he picked up a child who couldn't speak. Seeing that his parents were good-looking, he named him "Hua Rong". Yes, "Rongrong" and "Rongrong" can't leave my mouth all day long.

Ten years later, when the child is brought up, what kind of Ghost Bone Sect is this? Just some moths who set up new sect masters. Whoever kills the sect master will be the new sect master.

It's really boring, if he wants to kill, the whole Ghost Bone Sect can still stop him, but he can't kill... because he will be struck by lightning...

Later, Gu Qiandie came out, a good boy, the whole No.70 second door disappeared without blinking.

That day, he hugged Rong Rong in his arms, and discussed with Gu Qiandie: "Hero, young man, we have something to discuss. Look, Rong Rong is not from the Ghost Bone Sect, can you let him go?"

Gu Qiandie nodded: "Okay. But you are going to die."

He slapped his thigh, this is easy to handle!It's almost the end of the stay, it's time to go back to the 36th Chongtian, and I made a quick decision to refine myself with blood, and forged an iron fan, which can be regarded as a little thought for Rongrong.

But he regretted it in the next second, because he saw his family crying.

After raising him for ten years, he didn't speak or smile, and just followed behind him foolishly. He thought Rong Rong didn't care about him, but when he saw Rong Rong crying on the iron fan, he was so heartbroken. He yelled "no" and he felt his heart break too.

Inexplicably, he didn't return to 36 Chongtian immediately, but boarded on the iron fan, accompanied him day and night, year after year, this time he couldn't speak, and guarded him silently.

If Rong Rong hadn't been hurt too badly this time, he wouldn't have ran out in a hurry.

Immortal Wenlan turned around in a hurry, hugged Huarong gently in her arms, looking at the haggard face and closed eyes, it was really painful everywhere...

Kissing Huarong's forehead, Xianjun Wenlan's heart was broken, and she called out "Rongrong".

Kissing Huarong's nose again, Xianjun Wenlan yelled "Rongrong" again heartbroken.

Just about to kiss Huarong's lips, Xuan Leizi's Tianlei arrived...

Immortal Wenlan growled in his heart, Xuan Leizi, you wait for me, when I return to the 36th heaven, I will write you as a scum in the legend of the heroes of cultivating immortals, ah, no, scum!

While screaming, Xianjun Wenlan was forcibly taken away in the rolling thunder, Rong Rong!wait for me!

After breaking the Mathorn Slope, the next step is to flatten the river. In less than three months, the northern border will be recovered, the three armies will be rectified, and the squadron will return to the camp, followed by the prisoners of war.

Yuchi Qiuyun fought for days and was in a state of embarrassment. He frowned and asked, "There are so many people, what should we do if we bring them back?"

Jing Fulin looked tired: "Take it back...to grow vegetables?"

Yuchi Qiuyun: "..."

Jing Fulin smiled: "Otherwise it's okay to raise pigs..."

Yang Yulin suddenly appeared at this time.

Before Jing Fulin could finish his joke, he hurriedly got off his horse, left the guard circle, faced Yang Yulin from a distance, and babbled: "Yu'er, why don't you stay in Wan'an Temple, what are you doing here..."

Before Yang Yulin could answer, a dark arrow pierced through the wind and pierced Jing Fulin's heart.

It was someone among the prisoners of war who had hidden arrows in his sleeve...

This scene aroused a long memory in Yang Yulin's mind. He felt his thoughts were turbulent, and unconsciously walked over to catch Jing Fulin.

Stretching out his hand to touch his warm blood, he heard Yuanba's screams in his ears, and layers of images were overlaid in his mind.

He knelt down and asked himself to come out of the mountain, he put on a phoenix crown for himself, he threw himself off the city wall with a thousand arrows piercing his heart, he threw himself on himself to rub his breath, he held his sword and led him out of the sea of ​​fire, he huddled in the corner and grabbed his clothes horn……

Yang Yulin felt that there were thousands of words in her throat, and finally they all turned into a weak cry: "Ah!"

The color of the sky and the earth changed, and the snowflakes fell gently, one after another, and at some point, a lot of snow fell.