Chapter 771 – Reincarnation of a Daoist?

Chapter 771 – Reincarnation of a Daoist?

Kou Yangzhou stepped into the boundaries of Qingzhou once again and taunted:

“I’m coming again. Come and hit me.”

As the words fell, Xu Pingfeng’s figure teleported in front of him, and underneath his white clothes, his palm probed out, printing towards Kou Yangzhou’s chest.

You really dare to get close to me. Kou Yangzhou slashed out with his palm like a sword.

One person stood at the boundary of Yongzhou, and one person stood at the boundary of Qingzhou, and the palm and the sword clashed strongly.

Boom!

It was like an explosion of artillery, the air rippled like water, and the ground around it lifted up like a dark spot on a person’s face.

Kou Yangzhou didn’t take advantage of the opportunity to get in close, a set of even dead physically weak second grade warlocks, not that he didn’t want to, but he couldn’t do it.

Thump. Kou Yangzhou retreated several steps in a row, each kick causing slight ground movement.

“He has the power of all beings added to the realm of Qingzhou, so the ploy of forcibly bulldozing the city of Qingzhou really won’t work.”

Kou Yangzhou narrowed his eyes and gave up the idea of fighting all the way to Qingzhou.

Earlier when the plan was formulated, the old piker patted his chest and said, “Even if that Xu Pingfeng is more powerful, I can single-handedly turn Qingzhou upside down.

Showing ample, second-rate martial arts confidence.

But now he had to admit that Xu Qi’an hadn’t fooled him, and that he really couldn’t defeat a peak second-grade warlock who had refined a state’s land and could mobilize the power of all living beings.

Although this power of beings was far inferior to Xu Qi’an.

Cheuk Ho Yin?

I was surprised to see Zhuo Haoran!

Xu New Year held the Hun Heavenly Divine Mirror and stared at Zhuo Haoran’s face as he enjoyed the pleasure of a single leak, his heart beating wildly for a few moments, followed by a surge of intense excitement and thrill.

It took a lot of effort to get there!

He took a deep breath to calm his agitation and asked calmly:

“Where is this man?”

The Muddy Sky Divine Mirror replied:

“Sixty miles to the south-west, and besides him I found so many scenes of male f**king and male bathing that I can show them one by one if you like.”

His tone was strange, with a mockery of “You’re just like your big brother, what are you pretending to be?

“Can you lock on to him?”

Xu Erlang recalled what his elder brother had imparted, the instructions on how to use the Hun Heavenly Divine Mirror.

However, for anyone who had been illuminated by the Divine Mirror of the Muddy Sky, the Divine Mirror would be able to mark him and then lock him down as it pleased, within the limits of its ability.

“Sure.”

Receiving an affirmative answer, Xu Xinxin breathed a sigh of relief and said immediately:

“Pull up the view, I want a bird’s eye view of the neighborhood.”

He became very calm, like a mature commander.

The view in the mirror pulled up momentarily, and the top of the army tent appeared, followed by an orderly situated army tent, and soldiers either standing guard or patrolling.

With a casual sweep of his gaze, Erlang Xu relied on his experience and assessed that the number of this army was between three thousand and five thousand.

“Go on!”

He spoke up.

The field of view continued to rise, and when the army’s barracks turned into fuzzy “small squares”, a new enemy army appeared in the mirror, a surprisingly large enemy army, with barracks that were several times the size of Zhuo Haoran’s army.

Between the two barracks, the distance was about five miles.

“This is one of the main forces of the Yunzhou Army, and Zhuo Haoran is leading the vanguard.”

Xu Xinxin had a judgment in his heart.

Generally speaking, one or two vanguard armies would be responsible for scouting the road in front of the main large force, to buy buffer time for the main force to meet the enemy in the event of a large-scale surprise attack by the enemy.

It takes time for an army to go from a scattered state, to a state of welcoming the enemy.

But when armies number in the tens of thousands, it takes even more time to assemble.

When Erlang Xu had fought in the Northern Realm, the Demon Barbarians and the Dafeng coalition had once been dispersed by the Jing Guo Iron Cavalry, and a large part of the reason for that was the lack of time to gather an army.

Dozens and hundreds of people are great to assemble, thousands are harder, tens of thousands are much harder.

Therefore, those who can boast that “more is better” at the point of order are either fools who don’t know what’s good for them, or strong men who use the army like a god.

Xu Erlang gripped the Hun Heavenly Divine Mirror and looked to the side at Hengyuan, who was walking side by side, and said:

“Master Hengyuan, please contact the members of the Tiandi Association for me, and say, I want to hunt Zhuo Haoran.”

Hengyuan froze for a moment, his warm eyes snapped open and he folded his hands, smiling:

“Mistress Xu wait a moment!”

After saying that, he took out the fragment of the earth book with great speed, loosened his grip on the horse’s reins, and quickly passed the book:

[VI: Master Xu asked the poor monk to inform you all that he wants to hunt Zhuo Haoran.]

Daisy Phoenix was the first to respond:

[2: I want to hunt Zhuo Haoran too, but first I have to find him.]

[IV: There’s no hurry. Sooner or later, we’ll get to him.]

[2: But then no one can guarantee that a second massacre will not take place, the Yunzhou army has been determined to turn Yongzhou into scorched earth.]

[VI: Don’t worry, all of you, Shi Shi Xu has already captured Zhuo Haoran’s trail.]

The Earth Book chat group was violently quiet, followed by Chu Yuanzhan’s transmission:

Did you encounter Zhuo Haoran? What’s the situation? Are you in danger? What’s the location? I’ll come over immediately.

Li Miaochen and Li Lingsu also sent letters one after another, both with their impending killing intent for Zhuo Haoran and their concern for Xu Erlang’s well-being.

[VI: Don’t worry, we didn’t encounter Zhuo Haoran, it was Shi Shi Xu who locked on to Zhuo Haoran’s location and utilized that magic treasure that can view thousands of miles.]

Li Miaozhen and Chu Yuanzhuan froze for a moment, not reacting for a moment, while Li Lingsu immediately thought of the Hun Heavenly Divine Mirror, after all, this magic weapon he had once held.

[Seven: Hey, this dog thief Xu Ningyan, he’s really pulling out all the stops for his cousin.]

“Xu Ning Banquet” is the unspoken gag that members of the Tien-Di Association use for Xu Qi’an, which was first circulated from Yang Chien-Feng, and then gradually “diverted” to the Tien-Di Association by Li Ling-Su.

Next, through Hengyuan, Xu New Year informed Chu Yuanzhuan and the others of Zhuo Haoran’s location, as well as the location of the vanguard army and the main force in the rear led by him.

[6: The action is set at dusk, the beheading must be quick, there may still be fourth grade in the vanguard, and in the rear army, there are even more fourth grade masters. Five miles of road is only a dozen breaths of time for a fourth-ranked expert.

[That’s why we have to have a good detailed plan.]

At dusk, Zhuo Haoran lifted his pants and got out of bed, looked at the dying, anus-incorporated clean-cut teenager, which obviously can not live, consume some precious herbs and pills, but can still be saved.

It’s just not worth wasting herbs and potions for a pariah captive.

There are many other teenagers in the barracks like this posture.

And although Zhuo Haoran was not squeamish, he usually preferred to sleep with women, and would only change his tastes once in a while when he got tired of it.

The clean-cut teenager was meant to be a plaything to be used once and thrown away in his eyes.

“Waste, not even a pussy.”

Zhuo Haoran hung his saber on his waist and pooh-poohed it.

At least women don’t get wasted after one play.

Looking at the body of the slender teenager on the bed, Zhuo Haoran thought of Xu Qi’an’s cousin for no apparent reason, the handsome teenage boy who had caused him to suffer a great loss and was nearly court-martialed.

With red lips and white teeth and a brow, that skin was more colorful than most women he’d seen.

“Hey, I’d like to taste him if I have the chance. Tsk, insulting Xu Qi’an’s cousin, that’s even more sensual than sleeping with Xu Qi’an’s woman.”

After the capture of Songshan County, Zhuo Haoran had his revenge avenged and no longer hated Xu New Year so much.

When the killing goes away, the lust comes.

He thought that the benefits of capturing Xu Xinxin would be far greater than killing him, and there were quite a few generals in the army who were good with men, so he thought that he would be happy to honor Xu Qi’an’s cousin.

Zhuo Haoran came to the table and drank the spirits from the wine pot in one go, only to feel refreshed.

Thirteen days later, the surname Xu died without a burial place, and the Yunzhou army then captured Yongzhou, so the general situation of Yunzhou’s entry into the Central Plains is the nail in the coffin.

Oh, and that empress, the day the army attacks the capital, she will surely become the object that the Yunzhou army will flock to grab.

“Which city to butcher next?”

Zhuo Haoran looked at the map on the riser and fell into deep thought.

Right at this moment, inside the military tent, clear light flashed and six figures ghostly appeared.

In the center was a white-clothed back figure, and the teleportation array slowly shrunk back to his feet. On the left side was a wonderful woman in light armor with a scarlet cloak, and a handsome young man in a Taoist robe.

On the right were the green-shirted swordsman with a strand of white hair on his forehead; the handsome young man holding a bronze mirror; and the middle-aged monk with a stout figure and bitter hatred.

Yang Qianyi, Chu Yuanjian, Li Miaozhen, Li Lingsu Zhuo Haoran’s pupils shrunk, and the relevant portraits and information of several people appeared in his mind.

Aside from Xu Xinxin and the bald monk he didn’t recognize, all of these people were of the fourth rank.

How did they manage to teleport so accurately. Without any hesitation, Zhuo Haoran’s legs didn’t need to store up their strength, turning into a stump and pouncing outside the military tent, while shouting at the same time:

“Enemy.”

The voice jammed violently, the collar of his coat wrapped around his neck in death, and the saber at his waist automatically came out of its sheath, slashing at its owner in anger.

The items in the military tent “ping ponged” at Zhuo Haoran.

In the next moment, all these sundries were shaken away by the Qi of the Fourth Grade Martial Artist, and seeing that Zhuo Haoran was about to break through the military tent, Xu Erlang flipped his wrist and shone the Hun Heavenly Divine Mirror at Zhuo Haoran.

In the bronze mirror, Zhuo Haoran’s figure was reflected.    His body then froze, unable to take another step.

Li Miaozhen and Li Lingsu’s Yin Spirit left their bodies, the siblings swept towards this martial artist who was known for his thirst for killing, and simultaneously extended their palms against Zhuo Haoran’s chest.

Fired hard!

Zhuo Haoran’s Yuan Shen was immediately shaken out of his physical body.

Immediately after that, the flying sword behind Chu Yuanjian’s back came out of its sheath, and with a “swoosh” sound, it penetrated Zhuo Haoran’s Yuan Shen.

Heart Sword!

The Yuan Shen, which was already half-illusory, grew dimmer and dimmer.

After Zhuo Haoran’s Yuan Shen carried the sword, it immediately sank down and attempted to return to its physical body.

But at that moment, a flash of golden light had swept in front of the flesh, and Master Hengyuan, whose body was dyed with gold paint, bowed and twisted his waist, raised his right arm back, and blasted out with a fist.

Bang!

Zhuo Haoran’s head exploded into a watermelon on the spot, with bone chunks and blood splattering.

The Yuan Shen could no longer return to his physical body, so he had to quickly ascend and try to escape the military tent.

However, the Yin Gods of Li Miaozhen and Li Lingsu grabbed the legs of Zhuo Haoran’s Yuan Shen at that moment, preventing him from escaping.

To the Fourth Grade of the Taoist Sect, which specialized in cultivating the Yuan Shen, a martial artist without a physical body was a mole cricket to be held at arm’s length.

Phew!

Chu Yuanjian’s flying sword folded back and pierced through Zhuo Haoran’s Yuan Shen.

The fourth-ranked martial artist let out a silent, mournful, shrill whine, which then went up in smoke.

The members of the Heaven and Earth Society cooperated well together, supplemented with the help of magic treasures, and the entire process did not take more than five breaths.

Yang Qianyi faintly said:

“Go away!”

“Wait!”

Li Miaozhen quickly swept a glance at the bed without a piece of silk, dying teenager, and said:

“Take him with you!”

Yang Qianyi didn’t object and lifted his foot, the teleportation array enveloped the crowd and took them to disappear in the military tent.

Seconds after they left, two generals in armor rushed into the military tent, one carrying a bronze hammer and the other holding a heavy sword, and they swept their gazes to Zhuo Haoran’s outside body and the miscellaneous items scattered everywhere.

“Dead.”

The general carrying the copper hammer said in a deep voice:

“From the time we sensed the commotion to the time we rushed over, it was only three breaths, Zhuo Haoran didn’t have any power to fight back.”

The two men looked at each other, their hearts appalled and fear welling up.

Ask yourself, if the attack just now had been directed at any of them, it wouldn’t have ended any better than Zhuo Haoran.

The martial artist with the heavy sword in his hand pondered for a moment and said:

“No need to panic, inform the Great General first.

“We’ll stay together tonight, not alone.

“The assassins seem to be targeting Zhuo Haoran, it should be because he led the army to massacre the city and caused public anger.”

The general carrying the bronze hammer sniffed and sighed slightly in relief:

“He was so brutal, I knew it was only a matter of time before he got himself killed.”

In the afterglow of dusk, Yang Qianyi returned to the cavalry camp led by Xu Erlang with his five men, and Master Hengyuan took the healing elixir and ointment for wounds thrown by Li Miaochen and walked towards the half-dead teenager, patiently wiping his “wounds” and feeding him the elixir.

Li Lingsu, in an exuberant mood after handily slaying the villains, proposed:

“Can’t we hunt the Lord Commander, Chi Guangbo, as we did?”

Li Miaozhen was similarly full of smiles and refreshed, but that didn’t stop her from flatly rejecting her senior brother’s suggestion and spitting:

“If you want to die, go ahead, don’t drag me with you.”

Xu Erlang said:

“It doesn’t matter how Chi Guangbo’s own cultivation is, but as the Commander of the Yunzhou Army, he must be surrounded by expert guards, and there are quite a few of them, so it’s hard to kill him with just a few of us. The best outcome is to die together, the more likely is to throw ourselves into the net and seek our own death.”

“Aigoo, what’s wrong with this brother?”

Miao Yufang trotted over to the teenager and tsked:

“This could be stuffed with eggs, poor, poor thing.”

Then Moxan came running over and commented with him one way or the other.

“Cruel, that Zhuo Haoran deserves to die.”

“Yes, yes, yes, such people with twisted minds are not found in our Southern Border.”

“Come on, your Southern Border Companions don’t even spare beasts and corpses.”

“But what does this have to do with our Force Compass Ministry, anyway, our Force Compass Ministry men are fond of girls, you Central Plains people are so perverted, a good male child is tossed into this state.”

“By the way, Xu Yinluo does practice compulsion, do you think he’ll be as perverted as your compulsion clan?”

As soon as Erlang Xu on the side heard this, his heart sank, suddenly feeling that the words of the Hunting Heaven Divine Mirror might have a few moments of credibility.

Li Lingsu, on the other hand, thought in her heart, Oh, this Miao Youfang, backstabbing the dog thief Xu Ningyan, I will turn around and quietly tell the dog thief to teach this unworthy disciple a lesson.

When Qi Guangbo was having his evening meal, he received the news that Zhuo Haoran had been assassinated.

He ate his rice without changing his face, “Zhuo Haoran broke the battlefield primly, a rare sharp knife, a pity.”

The adjutant general waiting on the side echoed, not without concern:

“That group of assassins came and went without a trace, killing people in a matter of moments, and the generals of the army are all in danger because of this.”

Qi Guangbo faintly said:

“Pass the order down, experts of the fifth rank or above, in groups of three, shall not be separated for a moment. The ones who carry over the opponent’s instantaneous killing means will be the ones who die.”

It’s not a big deal, it’s easy to deal with.

Chi Guangbo continued:

“This battle won’t last much longer, we’ll see in thirteen days. Before the Garuda Tree Bodhisattva and the White Emperor behead Xu Qi’an, I will also collect Yang Gong’s head.”

Chuzhou.

In the deserted plains, the feathered fairy, carrying a long sword, stood on the vast wilderness, lifting her eyes and looking at the dark and heavy sky.

Layers and layers of inky clouds rolled over, sometimes lit up with blue and white light, and terrifying thunder brewed in the clouds.

The clouds tumbled so violently that it was like a rushing river.

Within a radius of a hundred miles, all living beings felt the doom-like atmosphere, or trembled and prostrated, or died violently on the spot.

Fortunately, Chuzhou is a sparsely populated area, and the surrounding people have long been evacuated to ensure that no one is deserted within a hundred miles.

At the edge of the accumulation of ink clouds, a hideous and majestic dragon head poked down, and between the two horns on the top of the head, a “ball of water and thunder” with a black core and pulsating arcs of electricity on the outer layer slowly coalesced.

When the dragon’s head probed down, the Water Thunderball had already coalesced.

“Boom!”

At the sound of the sonic boom, the ball of water and thunder turned into streams of light that cut through midair, leaving dense arcs of electricity along the way.

Luo Yu Heng’s features were as delicate as a carving, his head held high, gazing intently at the sky’s robber clouds, indifferent to the terrifying ball of water thunder.

A green-clothed figure appeared out of thin air between the Water Thunder Ball and Luo Yu Heng, and his arms slowly unfolded in a closed embrace.

During the process, a force of beings swarmed and merged into him.

“Buzz!”

The water thunder ball was gathered by Xu Qi’an’s palms, constantly trembling and pushing him to slide backward.

Xu Qi’an’s eyes flashed, his arms swelled several times, breaking through the sleeves, “Boom” sound, he strangled the ball of thunder with violence, both arms were also shattered by violence, both shoulders empty.

Bones rapidly regenerate and flesh and blood nourish.

Xu Qi’an flung his two fair-skinned arms and grinned:

“Strong enough to be over the top.”

The White Emperor’s voice was grand and majestic as he slowly said:

“You’re far worse than the Supervisor.”

Xu Qi’an laughed:

“Compared to the Great Wasteland, you’re not even close, why doesn’t the main body come?”

In the White Emperor’s azure vertical pupils, obvious mood swings appeared, and he said in a deep voice:

“You know who I am?”

Xu Qi’an stretched his back and smiled blandly, with a confident, wise-cracking look.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you, I’m the reincarnation of the Daofather.”

Taoist reincarnation?

The White Emperor’s eyes revealed a look of extreme shock.