"That is......"

Following An Qisheng's gaze, Gong Yangyan's pupils shrank slightly: "Longji Mountain..."

Longji Mountain.

It is located on the edge of the surrounding area, spanning the northwest, Yangnan, Yangbei, all around, Lingquan four roads, the east is the ocean, the west is the desert, stretching for hundreds of millions of miles.

It ranks among the ninety-nine mountains in Dazhou.

There are many legends about this mountain range. The most bizarre is that before the endless years, another evil dragon brought disaster to the world and was beheaded by a god.

That evil dragon is incomparably strong, and even the gods who cut it can't kill it.

Its dragon ridge was suppressed under this mountain.

However, no one knows whether this legend is true or not, but in this mountain, it is said that there are numerous demons.

"It's just a branch. The real Longji Mountain, at the speed of this donkey, may not be able to reach it in another hundred years."

The curtain fell, and An Qisheng slowly closed his eyes and fell into deep meditation.

This mountain is not something else, but the mountain where the Taoist Hongxuan looked for medicine before, and it was also the starting point for him to come to this world.

It was also one of the few places he had discovered from the fate of the 'Lu Daoren' that it was suspected that the fragments of his own primordial spirit might exist.

Gong Yangyan wanted to ask, but when he saw this, he could only bear it down and shook his head, but he couldn't stop looking at An Qisheng's body.

In the mist surrounded by the spirit dragon, it can be seen that its body is rhythmically moving.

He had seen this scene before, but at this moment he couldn't help smacking his tongue.

He knew that his sect master was cultivating a magical power related to physique, but he had never seen such a magical power.

It seems to be sitting quietly, but in fact, every moment, his body is undergoing drastic changes that he can't imagine.

Even, he could clearly perceive it.

The physique, vitality, and even the breath of the sect master are constantly climbing at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Just sitting still, it seemed like he had swallowed the best medicine in the world.

How could this not shock him.

"Where did the sect master learn such a powerful magical power? He passed it on to me so easily..."

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Gong Yangyan murmured in his heart, but he couldn't hold back.

Immediately he lifted the curtain and warned the donkey, and he sat cross-legged with his five hearts to the sky, and his heart meditated on the essence of justice.

Practicing what the sect master taught him.

A powerful 'magic power' called 'Myriad Laws and Four Calamities'.

......

Huhu~

The cold wind is blowing and the snow is flying, all colors are gone, and the vast world is full of hoarfrost.

Under the piercing cold wind, the world was desolate.

In such a cold and fierce world, not to mention human beings, even beasts would be frozen to death.

But in the midst of such heavy snow, there was another group of people, straddling horses and galloping in the wind and snow. Their speed was extremely fast.

"drive!"

"shelf!"

"drive!"

A voice was either low or high-pitched, even though the cold wind was blowing, it was thrown far behind.

Behind him, the snow rises high, and when viewed from a height, it looks like a sharp blade, cutting a long trace out of the snow field.

At this moment, if anyone is here, they can find that the horse that this group of people rides is not ordinary.

This horse, whether red, yellow, or black, has no variegated hair at all, and its stature is also extremely high, with a shoulder height of about ten feet.

The four hooves are even bigger. Between the steps, there is a gust of wind blowing under the four hooves. As a step, it also pushes the horses to run at high speed.

Do not avoid obstacles!

Even the big tree surrounded by the thick two people in the snow was directly smashed into pieces, and they didn't even bother to jump up to avoid it.

Air currents like steel knives cut even their bristles.

On the horseback, the number of knights wore thin clothes, and even a bald man slapped his upper body, letting the wind howl, the sonic boom like thunder, and he didn't even show the slightest movement.

Just kept pushing the horse forward.

"Sorry~"

"Sorry~"

At a certain moment, the knight on the black horse in front of him seemed to have discovered something, and suddenly pulled the reins, and the horse stood up and neighed.

The rest of the people also stopped.

He stopped at extreme speed, no matter whether he was a horse or a horse, but without the slightest discomfort, he was caught in the gust of wind whistling behind him.

All the acquaintances turned over, holding a knife in one hand, knelt down on one knee, and fell to the ground in the snow.

"Anning Mansion, the army of Zhencheng, Yu Xuan, meets the 'Jingye Si' governor, Lin Qianlong, Lord Lin!"

A sonorous sound like the collision of swords spread through the snow:

"Others, after three days, will definitely arrive!"

The seven knelt down for a moment and repeated three times before only one person appeared in the snow like a ghost.

in front of everyone.

Someone came first, and then the voice came: "It's not slow, Jiang Wutang is a workman, no wonder there are few disciples, and he can still control the Anning Mansion for 800 years."

A group of people knelt down on one knee, bowed their heads and saluted, but the corner of the light lifted slightly and looked at the figure walking in the wind and snow.

The man was slender, with long hair hanging down his shoulders, and his clothes were black as ink.

Just like its sound, it does not contain any impurities.

But its aura seems to be even colder than the icy wind and snow in the mid-winter twelfth lunar month, making people look at it and seem to freeze their minds.

Lin Qianlong looked at the burly middle-aged man on the upper body, his handsome eyebrows wrinkled slightly: "Are you Yu Xuan? Anping Mansion Town Army, command?"

"Yes!"

The burly middle-aged responded in a deep voice, with a sonorous tone: "The former Zhencheng army governor, general, commander, and deputy commander have all died in battle. The Zhencheng army is temporarily under the control of his subordinates."

"All dead..."

The boy in black stood in the snow with his hands behind his back, and said a few words to himself before soothing his brows: "How far have you reached the level of killing in the army?"

huh~

Yu Xuan got up, but he was half taller than the young man, like a giant, and said in a stern voice: "Condensed into a 'greedy wolf' great pill, refined into a 'seven-killing supernatural power', and received the 'Breaking Army' knife from the palace master.

He has killed thirteen big golden elixir demons, four hundred and thirty-two little demons, and seven evil ghosts..."

Zheng~

When he spoke, he pulled it from the wind and snow with his hand, and he held a ferocious saber with a length of about ten feet.

The blood on the saber was mottled, not because it was rusted, but because it killed so much that the blood on it was condensed into essence, and it couldn't be washed away.

Once it appeared, it vibrated even more, and the blood on it burned, as if it was about to choose someone to devour.

It's almost psychic!

Even if mortals hold this sword, they can kill demons and ghosts.

"Ok."

Lin Qianlong nodded involuntarily, with a hint of admiration in his heart: "Sit on the greedy wolf, hold the broken army, and kill seven, not bad, not bad."

Da Zhou rules all the sects, but it is not the sects that really overwhelm the world for Da Zhou.

The people of the sect lived in seclusion and practiced in the mountains of Duoxi, and they really dominated the government affairs, and those who patrolled the borders and defended the city were the towns and cities of the various roads, states, and prefectures.

These armies were collected by various sects themselves, and what they cultivated was the 'killing martial arts' that was circulated in the Great Zhou Army.

This slaughtering martial arts is the most brutal, and it hurts the body too much. Even if it is condensed into a great elixir and the great elixir is turned into gold, its lifespan is only three hundred.

And there is no further possibility.

However, it is also extremely tyrannical. According to legend, even Confucian kings and swordsmen cannot compete with the same level.

And although the three supernatural powers of the Seven Kills, Broken Army, and Greedy Wolf are not among the top supernatural powers, they can be brought together into one, but it is extremely remarkable.

The Lean Jindan is only above the killing power, and it cannot be compared with it at all.

But for him, it's just not bad.

The army of one government, for him, the weight is still too low.

"Lord Lin, that mysterious group of people, in just a few months, destroyed Anning House, seventy-two houses in Dingping House, hundreds of sects..."

Yu Xuan rubbed his bald head, took a step forward, put away the saber, and put a scroll in both hands: "This is the information I have searched for along the way,"

"Ok."

Lin Qianlong casually took it, just glanced at it and put it away, but a sneer appeared on his face: "Such a blatant extermination of the sect, I really think that my 'Jingye Si' does not exist."

All kinds of information on the scroll, he already knew on the road.

In fact, it is more than the seventy-two houses on this scroll?

In the huge Youzhou, and even in the Nine Provinces of the Northwest Road, sects far exceeding this number were destroyed!

For Yu Jingyesi, it was a shocking case!

"Lord Lin, what should I do when I wait?"

Yu Xuan's expression was chilling, and there was killing intent in his eyes.

In the past few months, more people have been killed in the Anningfu town and city army than in the past three hundred years combined, including many of his division commanders and colleagues.

How can he let him not want to kill?

"How to do it?"

Lin Qianlong's expression was light, and there was a hint of coldness in his long and narrow eyes: "Naturally, I caught the dog behind these mice!"

Compared with the people who are wandering in the various prefectures and states, and who are killing sects everywhere, he is more interested in the forces behind this group of people.

On the Great Northwest Road, there are tens of thousands of sects, but few of them have such strength.

This is a big case.

"Dare to ask the adults, how to catch them?"

Yu Xuan said: "That group of demons seems to have restrictions on their bodies, but if they are caught, they will cut themselves off, and there is no way to trace the traces behind them..."

"That's my lord's business, you don't need to be too concerned."

Lin Qianlong waved his hand and replied indifferently, "You, you just need to obey your orders."

Swish!

The six knights behind Yu Xuan raised their heads in unison ~lightnovelpub.net~ with coldness in their eyes.

Although Jing Yesi is the first violent institution in the Great Zhou Dynasty, its director "Zhang Feng Mansion" is said to be a great master of Yuanshen, incarnating a big man of tens of millions.

But being so underestimated, there is still dissatisfaction in their hearts.

On the other hand, Yu Xuan's expression remained unchanged, and he was calm.

"My subordinate understands."

He took a deep look at Lin Qianlong, and bowed his hands: "There are many rough people in the army, there are many shapeless people, don't blame Mr. Lin."

"I heard that there are many monsters in Longji Mountain, but it can save me a lot of hands and feet..."

Lin Qianlong didn't care how many people were convinced or not, and what was going on in his heart.

Standing in the wind and snow, and looking far into the distance, I can already see that stalwart mountain range that traverses the sky and sea and stretches for inexplicable distances:

"Follow me into the mountain."