Zhang Guo is a few miles away from Baiyuan City.

Fan Guo's 100,000 troops are already approaching the city.

With the assistance of several Zongmen monks, the army came all the way to attack the city and plunder the land. There is no single enemy, and now they are approaching the city.

Seeing that the country was about to be destroyed, there was no joy in the eyes of this burly middle-aged man under the mask.

Wearing an iron armor with animal heads and fish scales, he rode a big bay red horse, holding the rein with one hand, and stopped. He looked up at the 400-year-old ancient city in front of him, feeling panic in his heart.

"Why, the country is about to be broken, isn't General Fan happy?" A monk in green clothes and a Confucian shirt riding alongside him on a white horse laughed.

Beside this person were two men in black robes who followed silently.

"Master Huang, this country cannot be broken. This move will only bring disaster to the sect. What about the other immortal masters?" Fan Shentong said in a deep voice.

As the patriarch of a branch of the Fan family in the secular world, he has heard about Zhang Guo's roots, so he also knows that these few enshrined monks made a move this time, which is a big taboo in the world of cultivating immortals behind him.

In the final analysis, the dynasty is nothing more than a tool used by the masters in the world of cultivating immortals to maintain the stability of the world.

However, as soon as this remark came out, it was blocked by the monk with magic power, and it was only passed on between the two of them, and it did not reach the six ears.

"What do you think?" Cultivator surnamed Huang looked ahead and said unhurriedly, then he waved lightly with one hand.

The two men in black robes beside them rushed out, turned their hands and threw a leaf-shaped magic weapon forward, then jumped up and flew into the air.

One of them raised his hands, billowing green smoke poured out from his sleeves, congealing around his body.

But after a cup of tea, it gathered into a dark green cloud with a diameter several miles long.

And the other person behind him reached out to wipe his waist, took out a white feather fan from the storage bag, and fanned it several times in succession, and suddenly a strong wind blew up.

The cloud moved with the wind, and the cloud turned into bursts of green smoke. Under the control of the two, it floated towards the wall of the east gate of the White Ape City in front of it. middle.

The next moment, Zhang Guo's soldiers who had already been waiting in the city felt dizzy for a while. Those with relatively advanced internal strength collapsed on the ground powerlessly. As for most of the soldiers who only practiced foreign martial arts, they all foamed , The whole body twitched.

At the same time, there was a loud bang from the gate of White Ape City, and two black-clothed monks jumped out amidst the flames and smoke, and rushed to the left and right as soon as they landed.

The two galloped all the way along the bank of the moat. With their hands flying, dozens of talismans were thrown out, which turned into clusters of khaki-yellow auras and fell into the surging river.

I saw that in this moat that was more than ten feet wide and three or four feet deep, as the khaki aura sank to the bottom of the river, the river surged and the water surface was suddenly turbid.

In less than ten breaths of time, the earth and rocks rose to the land, and the nearly 100-foot-long river section was filled in an instant.

"General Fan ordered to destroy the city." The monk surnamed Huang waved his hand.

Hearing this, Fan Shentong's eyes showed a look of shock and anger. Under the drumming of internal energy, the muscles of the whole body, the meridians and blood vessels burst like a horned dragon, trying to break free from the control of the monk beside him.

Until the flesh and blood burst, blood overflowed from under the armor and flowed down the horse's back, but it still didn't help, the right arm was still raised uncontrollably.

He said in a deep voice: "The generals obey the order, attack the city and destroy the country, and don't seal the sword for three days."

After finishing speaking, he swung down vigorously.

This sound, under the blessing of the mana of the monk surnamed Huang beside him, spread everywhere.

Immediately in the middle of the army, there was the sound of beating drums, accompanied by the soldiers shouting loudly, and the sound was as loud as thunder.

In a burst of loud shouts, more than 2,000 forwards rushed out like a tide, and the tens of thousands of troops behind them were like wolves, tigers, and leopards, roaring away like wolves, tigers, and leopards.

"General Fan, this so-called congenital master of martial arts in Nanzhou is only comparable to a monk who refines Qi. Don't do such useless actions. Emperor Zhang died at the hands of me in just a few days. Now the country is in chaos and the dragons have no leader. , and guess what those civil and military officials in the city are, how many are left now?" the monk surnamed Huang said slowly.

"This is definitely not the order of the sect. Who are you, how dare you do this?" Fan Shentong said through gritted teeth.

"Aren't I a disciple of the Spirit Pot Sect? Who could it be?" Cultivator surnamed Huang smiled.

Soon around the few people, there were only a hundred guards left, and the rest of the soldiers broke into the city.

Seeing this, Fan Shentong couldn't help showing despair in his eyes.

And the cultivator surnamed Huang looked ahead indifferently, smelling the **** smell wafting from the air, he couldn't help showing a look of intoxication.

Not long after, he suddenly noticed something, looked up and looked into the distance, and saw more than a dozen people galloping towards them. At first, they were just small black dots, but soon they could see the outlines of human figures. .

After a while, more than a dozen foundation-building monks from the Linghu Gate looked down at the monk surnamed Huang.

The leader, a middle-aged monk with a crown-like face, saw the devastation of life in the White Ape City, and was immediately startled and furious, and said sharply:

"The head of the sect has an order to withdraw the troops immediately. Huang Yu, you and the others immediately bind your hands and go back to the sect to accept the crime."

This person's magical power is so strong that he is already close to a fake pill. And the other people around him are all in the middle or even late stage of Foundation Establishment.

The Spirit Pot Sect was originally just a small sect, apart from the Jindan Patriarch, there were no more than 70 or 80 Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Right now, these ten or so people are already a group of people with advanced cultivation bases.

"It turned out that Uncle Chu came here in person, this junior is extremely honored." Huang Yu raised his sleeves with both hands, then cupped his hands and said.

At this time, the flying sword in front of Chu Fengguang was like a cold light, surrounding his body like stars flying like lightning.

A few more clangs were heard, accompanied by sparks splashing everywhere, and a few gray short knives suddenly appeared, and then flew away backwards.

The other ten foundation-building monks of the Spirit Pot Gate did not stand by and watched. They each activated their magic weapons, and more than ten spiritual lights of various colors shot towards Huang Yu for a while.

However, at this time, the two black-robed monks who had broken the city before suddenly escaped from the soil, one slapped Fan Shentong with his palm, blowing him up, and the other put his hand on Huang Yu's shoulder, dragging him into the room. into the soil.

In the blink of an eye, the three of them disappeared without a trace, and there was no entanglement with them at all.

The dozen or so magical artifacts of the crowd were empty.

"Strange, these two black-robed auras are neither alive nor dead, but they have no yin energy, not like ghosts refining corpses." Chu Bingwen doubted.

"Brother, what should we do now." A middle-aged monk beside him asked, and three other people broke away from the team~lightnovelpub.net~ and found the short knives that fell on the ground just now. clue.

"Stabilize the situation in the city first, and we can't let the army massacre the city anymore, otherwise it will be difficult to have an explanation to the Zhang family. Right now, I just hope that the real monarch will not be angry, otherwise the sect may be in great trouble." Chu Bingwen had a headache. said.

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A few days later, Lu Huaichang, Xu Su, and Fan Xin looked at several short gray matter knives placed one by one on the stone table.

And Chu Bingwen and his party, as well as Shen and Hu who had returned from overseas, stood outside the pavilion.

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PS: Write about other things, and dig some holes for the future by the way, otherwise I feel that there will only be Nine Birds in the follow-up in Nanzhou, and there is nothing to write.

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