Spirit Realm Walker

Fu Qingyang took a deep look at Wanyan Batian, turned his body, turned into a sword light and escaped, flying back to Linxia City.

No dialogue was needed. As an eighth-level Yanshi, he had already understood Wanyan Batian's expression.

After descending the city, Fu Qingyang looked around, summoned a centurion who commanded the civilians to clean the battlefield, and said coldly:

"Pass my order, all the first-class masters and junior master-level masters in the army will gather at the martial arts field."

Without waiting for the centurion to accept his promise, he transformed into sword light again and flew towards the barracks.

A quarter of an hour later, Xiahou Aotian and others gathered in the marshal's barracks. The teammates who had just finished a hard battle were just about to take a rest when they were summoned by soldiers sent by Fu Qingyang.

Seeing Fu Qingyang sitting at the table with a solemn expression, the five confused people looked at each other and sat down with solemn expressions.

Xiahou Aotian muttered:

"What's wrong? I just saw a large army gathering at the martial arts field. Are you planning to leave the city and attack the enemy camp?"

Fu Qingyang got straight to the point: "I went to the Northern Dynasty military camp, and Tuoba Guanghe and the Juque army were not in the enemy camp."

The expressions of Demon Eye and others changed.

Zhao Chenghuang said in a deep voice: "Tuoba Guanghe did not participate in the siege tonight."

Lingjun raised his eyebrows and reacted: "Fuck, he went to steal the house?!"

Demon Eye jumped up, clenched his fists, and shouted:

"Retreat to the capital!"

"If you want to retreat, I will retreat." Although Fu Qingyang's face was solemn, his tone was calm and gentle, his mood was stable, and he had the demeanor of a general:

"I will lead an army to the capital. You stay here to contain the main force of the Northern Dynasty. Linxia and the capital are more than 40 miles apart. With the marching speed of the Juque Army, I am afraid that the army has already reached the capital by now."

Tianxiaguihuo said in confusion:

"Why did Tuoba Guanghe lead the giant army to attack the capital alone?"

This development caught them off guard, and at the same time they felt it was unreasonable. The state had an elite imperial city division and city defense army, and the equipment and resources were better and richer.

When it comes to masters, there is absolutely no shortage of saints and masters in the Southern Dynasties.

Tuoba Guanghe only led the Juque army there, so he might not be able to capture the capital in a short time. And the Northern Dynasty camp, which lacked a leader, might be taken advantage of by Fu Qingyang, who would lead his troops to encircle and annihilate them, and completely defeat them.

The Southern Dynasty defenders, with three masters in charge, definitely had this strength.

At that time, the Northern Dynasty army ruined the good situation, and the Southern Dynasty regained a blood, but it was extremely peaceful, and the offensive and defensive situation changed.

Fu Qingyang said calmly:

"Tuoba Guanghe is an experienced general. He must have his reasons for doing this. Something may have happened in the capital, and the defense is at its weakest and weakest, so Tuoba Guanghe is sure to break through in a short time. city.

"If he succeeds, then the defenders of Linxia will become a lone army and will be defeated."

He spoke quickly, "You guys guard Linxia and contain the main force of the Northern Dynasty. If necessary, you can take the initiative to attack."

After explaining, he stood up holding on to the table and strode towards the door.

The dark wind blew against his face, and the white-haired and withered figure of the Imperial Master came to his eyes in an instant, with his shiny black claws piercing his throat.

Zhang Yuanqing, who was wearing purple gold armor, took out the body-destroying knife, activated the slashing form, covered the blade with a layer of pale golden flames, and slashed it down suddenly.

The blade burning with golden flames skipped the "chopping" process and landed on the protruding pitch-black ghost claws.

The ghost claws were broken at the wrist.

Zhang Yuanqing eliminated the process of physical movement, allowing his sword to kill the enemy instantly.

So far, among the skills of the Illusionist profession, only "Nothingness" can barely deal with the enemy. Active skills such as mental strike, emotional guidance, emotional detonation, and illusion will not have any effect on the Yinwu National Master.

Because Yeyoushen is also proficient in illusions, and his spirit body is also powerful and tough, and the level gap is here.

A ghost claw instantly regenerated from the broken wrist, piercing Zhang Yuanqing's throat, and the sharp claw stabbed out from the back of the neck.

Zhang Yuanqing swung his knife to fight back, but the imperial master stopped his hand first, walked around behind Zhang Yuanqing like a ghost, and tore open the armor on his back with a "stab" sound, slicing open the skin and flesh, exposing the spine and ribs.

Zhang Yuanqing fought back with a short sword, but at the speed of the imperial master's transformation, he was like a clumsy child or an adult chasing flies with a fly swatter.

The enemy didn't hit him, but there were more and more scratches on his body.

The Imperial Master retreated some distance and formed a seal with his hands.

Zhang Yuanqing's body suddenly stiffened. White frost quickly condensed on the wound, freezing his flesh and blood. The Yin Qi that invaded the body from the wound froze his limbs and bones along with the blood.

The national master is using the yin energy from the wound to cast some kind of sinister spell.

Phew. The golden flame ignited, and a blazing sun mark imitating gold paint appeared on Zhang Yuanqing's forehead. His short hair floated up and was dyed golden. His skin reflected a golden luster, and his pupils turned into molten gold.

"Chichi!"

Wisps of black smoke evaporated from the body.

He activated the Burning Sun God of War skill.

Zhang Yuanqing opened the inventory and found a mottled oil painting. The scenery in the painting was distorted and chaotic, with rivers floating in the sky, clouds spreading on the earth, the sun and stars hanging on the treetops, and a human-like figure walking upside down.

He threw the oil painting at the Imperial Master, and the colors in the painting broke away and splashed into reality. The real world was quickly polluted. Painted rivers appeared in the sky, the sun and moon hung on the treetops, and the concepts of front, back, left and right were reversed.

The body of the Imperial Master inside was twisted, his limbs were twisted behind his back, his head collapsed and sank, as if it was about to shrink into his chest, and the sound of bones breaking could be heard in his body.

A vortex of Yin Qi suddenly appeared in the body of the Imperial Master, concentrating all the spiritual power in his body at one point, and suddenly erupted.

A Yin Qi spread like a shock wave, shattering the strong colors around it.

These colors come together again and become an oil painting, unable to fall.

This prop that dominates quality has been restored to its original form.

Zhang Yuanqing used his void skill to make the fallen oil painting appear in his hand, and took back his inventory.

The moment the Imperial Master broke free from her restraints, Princess Yinyao turned into starlight and appeared on the Imperial Master. Her skirt was flying, her hair was dancing wildly, and there was a strong Yin Qi within a few meters around her.

Princess Yinyao pointed her fingers like swords, and recited a spell on her lips.

The Yin Qi around him came to life, outlining black runes one after another. As Princess Yin Yao pointed out her sword, she shot at the Imperial Master like a rain of arrows.

This is Master's improved spirit-sealing talisman, a talisman specially designed to seal the remaining spirits of yin objects.

The Imperial Master opened his mouth and inhaled gently, and the talismans filled the sky rolled into his mouth, turning into spiritual nutrients.

Then, his body disappeared.

Seeing this, the clone Zhang Yuanqing used Sun Rising without hesitation, letting the dazzling and pure golden light spread in all directions.

The figure of the national master was forced out and appeared in front of Princess Yinyao.

"puff!"

With a flash of black light, Princess Yinyao's head flew high into the air and fell to the ground.

The Imperial Master grabbed her body, opened his mouth with intertwined fangs, and bit into the broken part of her neck.

After a series of fierce battles, he consumed a lot of energy, and he just swallowed the spiritual essence of this yin creature to replenish himself.

A short knife was thrust out of the Imperial Preceptor's mouth. At the critical moment, Zhang Yuanqing, who was wearing a companion spirit moon, swam behind the Imperial Preceptor at night and attacked.

Zhang Yuanqing twisted his wrist and spun the short sword, smashing half of the Imperial Master's head.

He grabbed a slender bamboo stick with his other hand and whipped the Imperial Master hard.

"Snapped!"

Along with the crisp whipping, the boiling lunar power in the Imperial Master's body suddenly became calm and gentle, and the headless body remained motionless.

Zhang Yuanqing swung his short sword and cut off the imperial master's arms.

Princess Yinyao's body fell and her head was picked up.

The next second, the power of Taiyin boiled, and the Imperial Master's head flew back and landed on his neck. The broken neck bones were connected, and the flesh and blood grew back together.

"Bang bang bang!"

Zhang Yuanqing, who activated the Sun God of War state, started fighting with the Imperial Master, using his elbows and knees at the same time, colliding more than ten times in one second.

The clone Zhang Yuanqing swooped in and joined the battle. Wearing a sky-sacrifice suit, he was more powerful than his real body, which greatly relieved Zhang Yuanqing's pressure.

However, the national master was able to fight one against two with ease. He did not defend at all, and relied on his terrifying physique to fight to the death with the two Sun War Gods, leaving scratch marks on both of them with his sharp claws.

Red flames descended from the high school, and the leader of the Red Fire Gang transformed into a hot wheel and entered the battlefield with force.

In the distance, Xiao Yuan was operating at the Dharma table. First, she performed a ritual to pray for blessings, so that the four companions could receive some blessings. Then she put a blessing buff on the national master.

The palace master hummed a high-pitched song to encourage his teammates. At the same time, he rubbed the demon refining pot and poured out streams of life source liquid to restore their injuries in time.

With the support of two powerful assistants, Princess Yinyao and the four of them suppressed the Imperial Master's output, leaving him almost unable to resist.

However, Zhang Yuanqing felt extremely heavy in his heart.

The Sun God of War has a time limit, and the Heaven Sacrifice Suit only lasts for fifteen minutes. Once the clone and he lose the combat power blessings of the Lie Yang War God and the Heaven Sacrifice Suit, the situation will be reversed.

Even though the Imperial Master may have his arms and legs cut off from time to time, and looks miserable, his Yin Qi is always strong, and he can recover quickly from any serious injury.

Taiyin's battery life is unparalleled in the world.

If this continues, there is no way we can win! A protracted battle will lead to defeat. If it drags on any longer, maybe the cooldown time of the Sky-Swallowing Beast will be better! We must concentrate our efforts to inflict heavy damage on the national division.

Zhang Yuanqing's thoughts turned rapidly and he said:

"Everyone, the old man's aura is endless and he will not be defeated for a long time."

Gang leader Duan asked what the fire masters all over the world have agreed upon: "What should we do?"

"Concentrate your efforts to destroy him." Zhang Yuanqing said.

The clone Zhang Yuanqing connected with the main body, immediately distanced himself, activated the effect of the suit, and repeated his old trick, manipulating four kinds of spiritual power to temporarily restrain the national master.

The palace master stopped singing, and thousands of silk ribbons came out from under the hem of her skirt. They surged towards the Imperial Master and bound him. Countless threads were like tentacles, gently but quickly caressing the Imperial Master's abdomen.

"Buzz."

A Gu insect the size of a washbasin grabbed a black severed hand and landed on Xiao Yuan's dharma table.

Madoka grabbed a short knife and cut off the severed hand. Her index finger was stained with the flowing black blood. She drew a spell on the yellow paper and slapped it on the scarecrow.

The scarecrow burst into black flames and burned quickly.

Black flames also appeared on the body of the Imperial Master in the distance, and his dark and tough skin began to melt, and he roared in pain.

Curse to kill!

At this time, the palace owner's "pregnancy" skill finally succeeded after successive failures.

The Imperial Master's abdomen continued to swell, and soon it was like a pregnant woman about to give birth, with the sound of a baby crying from her belly.

The strength of the national division was further weakened.

Zhang Yuanqing roared: "Palace Master, give me the thunder spear."

The Master of the Killing Palace quickly opened the inventory and threw a lightning spear at him.

Suddenly, the imperial master's robe tore open, and a baby's face emerged from his round belly. The face quickly turned ferocious and let out a piercing scream.

The fetus in her belly was transformed into a ghost baby by the imperial master.

Everyone's brains were "buzzing", warm blood was flowing from their noses, their ears were ringing, and their headaches felt like they were about to be torn apart.

This feeling is all too familiar – a mental shock!

The cry of a baby has an effect similar to a mental shock.

The national master cast a sinister spell to transform the fetus in his belly into an offensive ghost baby.

The Master of the Killing Palace endured the severe pain, moved his red lips slightly, and hummed a melodious and gentle melody - a lullaby.

The screaming ghost baby was comforted by its mother, gradually calmed down in the gentle maternal love, and fell into a deep sleep.

Zhang Yuanqing caught the thunder spear and threw it towards the imperial master.

The spiritual power of thunder is as strong as that of yang, and it is also a sharp weapon against yin objects.

A dazzling electric light flashed past, and the thunder light directed the Chinese division's head to fly away into the distance.

The master's head grew again.

Zhang Yuanqing recalled the thunder spear and threw it again.

The national master's head exploded again.

Zhang Yuanqing recalled the thunder spear again and threw it.

After four repetitions, Zhang Yuanqing's arms turned into charcoal, while the Imperial Master's head regenerated again, but the regeneration speed slowed down significantly, and it took more than ten seconds to recover.

"His strength has weakened!" Zhang Yuanqing shouted.

"No problem, leave it to me." The clone Zhang Yuanqing took off the heaven-sacrifice suit, threw it back to the main body, and dived towards the Imperial Master:

"The meaning of the clone's existence is to die for the original body!"

A miniature sun appeared behind his head.

"boom!"

The moment the clone hit the Imperial Master, the divine power of the sun in his body was detonated. The golden ball of light expanded rapidly, exploded, and solidified in the night sky for three seconds, like a huge sun.

The Imperial Master's body was torn apart and he fell powerlessly.

Suddenly, the pale green eyes on the unrecognizable face suddenly opened, and he chanted a spell in a hoarse and low voice.

The fallen severed hands and feet came to life, and instead of being reorganized, they turned into streaks of black smoke and crashed into the bodies of the Palace Master, Xiao Yuan, Gang Leader Duan and Zhang Yuanqing.

The bodies of the four people froze, bursts of black smoke rose up, fangs and claws sprouted, and the blood color of their skin faded, turning into the pale color of the dead.

Their bodies transform towards femininity.

Zhang Yuanqing immediately started the sunrise, gradually eliminating the cold atmosphere in his body.

Looking at Madoka and the others, they can only resist with their will and spiritual power. They have no effective means to restrain the Yin Qi, and they roar like beasts in their throats.

On the other side, the Imperial Master's torso was squirming with flesh and blood, trying his best to regenerate, but was unable to do so. His breath was extremely weak.

Zhang Yuanqing "exhaled" a breath of chill, and most of the Yin Qi in his body was expelled, successfully containing the mutation.

"Shuzi!" The imperial master looked unwilling and stared at Zhang Yuanqing with malicious eyes. He suddenly sneered, "Tuoba Guanghe has rushed to the capital to kill Pindao. The five degenerates of heaven and man, and your accomplice was killed by Pindao's corpse. Curse, even if the divine power of the sun can suppress it, its vitality has been severely damaged. When Tuoba Guanghe arrives, he will definitely die. The capital of the country will fall, and the Southern Dynasty will be destroyed."

Tuoba Guanghe is here?

Zhang Yuanqing's heart trembled.

"After you destroyed the Zheng family, Pindao sent the Yin Zhi to Linxia and met Tuoba Guanghe." The Imperial Master said sternly: "You made me fail in my decades-long plan. If Pindao wins, I will help him destroy the Southern Dynasty." Vent your anger. If I lose, you will be buried with me."

Zhang Yuanqing rushed to the Imperial Preceptor and grabbed his neck, "Then please take the first step before the Imperial Preceptor."

The powerful divine power of the sun spewed out from his palm, swallowing up the remains of the Imperial Master.

The golden flames spurted out for dozens of seconds before they subsided, leaving only half a skeleton in his hand.

Both form and spirit are destroyed.

Zhang Yuanqing let go of his hand and let the skeleton fall to the ground. He looked at his companions and said in a weak tone:

"Come closer to me!"

Madoka and others were bathed in the golden sunlight, just like a frozen person feeling the light of fire. Their limbs gradually regained consciousness, and the Yin energy in their bodies was gradually dissipating.

But the process is slow.

It wasn't until Zhang Yuanqing's spiritual energy was exhausted that their bodies returned to their normal state. Their skin color was still pale, and their eyes had the hollowness of a dead person.

The remaining poison remains.

Gang Leader Duan, who recovered his ability to speak, said hurriedly:

"Did the Imperial Master just tell the truth? Tuoba Guanghe is leading his troops to the capital? Has Linxia fallen?"

"That's the truth!" Zhang Yuanqing replied in the affirmative with a solemn tone, "But it should not have been the fall of Linxia, ​​but Tuoba Guanghe's division of troops for a surprise attack."

Gang leader Duan sighed: "There's another fierce battle!"

Madoka and the Palace Master frowned, their faces downcast and their eyes worried.

They had just fought a battle with the Imperial Master, and their vitality was severely damaged. Yuanshi's props at the bottom of the box were in a cooling state. How could they fight against the ninth-level Tuoba Guanghe?

That is an existence even more powerful than the national master.

Zhang Yuanqing was silent for a few seconds and sighed:

"With Yang Ce's astuteness, he should have discovered Mop Guanghe's plan. Let's find a way to delay it."

Before they finished speaking, the four of them turned their heads at the same time and looked to the north.

A powerful and incomparable aura is coming towards the capital.

At the same time, drums sounded loudly at the north city gate and trumpets were blown.