"Junior brother, I'm sorry for the sake of the master's righteousness." Puzhi had already controlled the bowl and flew out for several miles at this moment. He felt a huge thunder force falling behind him, and immediately understood what was going on.

He didn't dare to turn his head and look at it, but he just urged his spiritual power to escape from the vortex.

When entering the world and fighting for dragons, it is either life or death. The master had already expected such a situation, so when Pu Guang Taoist went down the mountain, he was asked to leave the Shu family and cut off the causal connection with the master.

In this way, even if the planning fails and encounters humanitarian backlash, it will not endanger the sect behind it.

Of course, if Han Dewang wins this battle and insists on the support of Mobei Qianlong, who is supported by the Shi family, enters the Central Plains, the fate of Taoist Pu Guang will be different.

As long as Han Dewang surrenders to the foreign tribes in Mobei, the master can use secret methods to remove traces of evil gods in foreign lands, then what Taoist Pu Guang did is to follow the human righteousness, to obtain human fortune from it, and to offset the backlash.

Puzhi thought in his mind that his hands were not slow and he accelerated toward the distance.

Suddenly, I cried in my heart, "Not good!"

The next moment, he hurriedly sacrificed the rosary magic weapon given by the master, and his spiritual power surged wildly. The beads were the size of bowls, and each of them appeared a Dharma image of the Buddhist ancestor, either standing or sitting, carrying a light wheel, and hand forming a Dharma image, with different postures.

"Boom!" Another thunder fell, as thick as a bowl, as if it were a horse, and hit the rosary magic weapon.

Originally, the Buddhist Dharma image above was instantly destroyed after a little resistance. The light of the rosary disappeared rapidly, and then it cracked into dust. Puzhi spurted out a mouthful of blood, fell into the air, crawling on the ground, in extreme embarrassment.

When his mind calmed down, his face became a little more sad: "Human reason should not be deceived. If there is a trace, it will be perceived." Looking at the luck above his head, he was cut off 50% of it and fell into the realm of ghost immortals.

However, compared to Taoist Pu Guang, he is much lucky, at least he is worried.

Now, the traces left by the evil god in this world have been fully revealed, and even the trace of dragon energy in Han Dewang's ancestral tomb cannot conceal human perception.

I saw thunder sounds constantly on the mountain, and big raindrops fell. Soon, a layer of white mist was added around the cemetery.

Hum... I don't know if it was rain or why, a crack appeared in the grave at this moment, and the rain poured into it along the crack.

Slight purple aura overflowed from the crack and turned into a big python with blood rippled out, circling and running outward, as if trying to get out of the trap.

Almost at the same time, a strong light suddenly appeared in the sky, shooting down and landed straight on the tomb.

Pass!! The tall mound of soil was instantly hit, and dust splashed everywhere, and grass chips and wood slags flew. When all the dust fell to the ground, the original grave turned into a large pit several feet in a radius. The tombstones, coffins, and corpses disappeared. The purple air quickly disappeared, and it was completely gone for a moment, and turned into normalcy.

There is always a process for normal dragon energy to decay and fade.

It turns from purple to golden, and then turns into red green, which takes at least ten days and several years. It is very rare like in front of you, mainly because the dragon energy was stimulated before, and it has consumed a lot. In addition, the hands and feet of the evil gods in foreign lands were perceived by humans, and they were hit by thunder, and the earth energy was quickly leaked.

The dragon energy of the ancestral grave leaked, and Han Dewang, who was in the battlefield, was naturally affected the most. At this moment, there was only a trace of purple air above his head, and he tried hard to block countless gray and black auras from three feet away.

This purple qi is born from the will of heaven and is the king. It not only can avoid ghosts and gods, but also cannot be violated by those who practice Taoism. But now it is plagued by resentment, death energy, and filth, and cannot be expelled.

Han Dewang raised an army with the Venerable, inciting tens of thousands of refugees to follow, causing too many killings. If this battle is successful, it will be determined that Yingzhou's dragon energy orthodox, and the humanitarian energy will continue to be replenished, and it can still be maintained.

Now the army is defeated like a mountain, and is attacked by gray and black blood, and its luck is quickly extinguished.

"Retreat, retreat quickly! Hold on to the city!" Seeing that his generals could no longer control the army, Han Dewang wiped the rain from his face, gave a quick order, and then quickly retreated to the rear.

Beside him, more than twenty remaining cavalry followed closely. Occasionally, refugees blocked their way and were immediately stabbed into the mud and water by a spear.

"The leader of the thief Han Dewang is going to escape. General Wang, hurry up and chase!" At this time, Tang Zhengming also discovered the abnormal situation of the thief army and hurriedly issued an order.

"Yes" Wang Xiang didn't hesitate and quickly led the remaining cavalry away.

After breaking out of the army, more than twenty cavalrymen were running around one person from afar. Wang Xiang's heart moved slightly, and he directly pulled out the big bow on his back and pulled the arrow all over.

"Peng..." The sharp arrow shot out rapidly, piercing the fine rain and fog.

Han Dewang shook his body and fell off the horse.

"Brother?!" Several cavalrymen were stunned and then shouted.

I saw the sharp arrow in the back of the center, and blood flowed out of the wound. When Han Dewang fell off the horse's back, his head hit the ground, and it happened to hit a rock. He fell to dizzy, and blood flowed from his head, and his body was covered in mud.

"Go away quickly, don't go into the city, go around the city..." The bearded general turned his head and looked at the officers and soldiers who were chasing him quickly, and then spoke out again.

None of the ten refugees left the city were left, either dead or captured. Now Wohu City has become a dead city. Relying on the remaining refugees, the officers and soldiers cannot be stopped at all. In addition, Han Dewang was injured and unconscious, resulting in the fact that there was no leader and no one in charge of defending the city. It would be better to avoid it as soon as possible.

"Chasing, the thief leader has been shot by me, don't let them run away." Wang Xiang shouted excitedly. Killing the thief leader is definitely a great achievement, so how could he let these thiefs escape?

Dozens of officers and soldiers rode horses and chased them quickly in mud and water.

After half a day of fighting, the horses on which more than 20 beards were already exhausted. As soon as they ran out of the battlefield, a few of them were lying in the mud for four or five miles, but they still refused to get up no matter how hard they beat them.

"Is it that God will destroy our brothers?" The bearded general is named Gao Mingzhong. He is Han Dewang's family and is extremely loyal. At this moment, he turned his head and saw that the officers and soldiers were not far away. He gritted his teeth and ordered: "Fifth Lao, eighth Lao, you two carry your elder brother and leave quickly. The remaining brothers will follow me here to form a formation to meet the enemy and stop them."

"Yes, the third brother" two big men who were named knew that the situation was urgent, but they did not refuse. They stepped on their backs and ran towards the rain curtain.

The remaining twenty cavalrymen on the field were all Han Dewang's confidants. They knew that staying was a dead end, but none of them turned around and ran away. They just held weapons in the middle of the road.

The drizzle was hazy and murderous intent was filled with murderous aura. More than twenty people formed an army formation, and their luck was firmly condensed together. With the murderous intent that penetrated the sky, they were forced into a desperate situation. They could only burn their boats and fight hard.

When the officers and soldiers chased here, they also felt the murderous intent emitted by the other party. They instinctively tied the reins and stayed in the distance.

"Kill me, there are not many of them left. Kill them all. Then the general will be rewarded." Wang Xiang shouted, raised his spear and ran forward.

Led by him, the remaining officers and soldiers also urged their horses to rush towards these bandits.

The blood splattered mixed with the rain fell, howling, screaming, and the dull sound of the body being pierced into continued to fill everyone's ears.

This battle was a life-and-death battle from the beginning.

Being under the siege of the officers and soldiers, Gao Mingzhong became more and more brave as he fought. The clouds above his head condensed into a red and white ball, like boiling water, rolling violently.

When it comes to the critical moment of life and death, fate will be reflected and do your best to bless and help each other in order to get rid of the dead end.

Blood flowed into a stream on his face, his face became more and more ferocious, his burly body stood like an iron tower, holding a long sword high, brushing it twice, as if he had cut down a rotten bamboo, and two officers and soldiers died.

He killed several people one after another, and the officers and soldiers on the field felt even more chilled, and subconsciously stopped.

At this moment, the bowstrings were heard ringing, and a long arrow suddenly penetrated more than half a foot from the front of the heart, directly through the spine.

Gao Mingzhong shook his body, but his body did not fall. He continued to raise his knife and cut off the head of a soldier near the front.

"Thorn!" Wang Xiang threw away the bow and arrow, roared, and several people around him stabbed spears.

Gao Mingzhong screamed and fell into the mud and water, his eyes widened, and he lost his life for a moment.

It took half an incense stick before the officers and soldiers killed the thieves. They found that there was no Han Dewang's body inside, and they chased them along the hoof marks in the soil to the distance.

Gradually, the entire battlefield calmed down, and corpses were everywhere on the ground, mixed with rain, turning into a mountain of blood.

Tang Zhengming stood on the horse's back and sighed slightly. Although the officers and soldiers won this battle, they were a tragic victory.

This time, the two governments launched a large army, with more than 10,000 people. Now there are less than 6,000 people standing in the field, and half of them are lost. Such casualties are too great.

After originally planning to kill Han Dewang, he made a concerted effort to conquer the remaining two mansions, but now he can only postpone it.

Just as he was thinking, seeing Wang Xiang return by leading the pursuing soldiers, he held a head on the top of his spear and kept shaking with the wind and rain.

When he got closer, Wang Xiang turned over and dismounted and shouted: "Lord, the thief leader Han Dewang has been killed by the last general. There is someone here. Please check..."

Tang Zhengming was still a little worried that Han Dewang would escape again. Hearing this, he called two people and then asked the officers and soldiers to capture the refugees and identify them.

After confirming it again and again, he calmed down and made a promise loudly: "The soldiers who pursued Han Dewang this time will be rewarded with twenty taels of silver, and General Wang will give you another reward later."

The evil god in the foreign land used secret techniques to connect his incense and the dragon energy with Han Dewang. The outside world changed. He also had a sense of his heart, knowing that the traces he left in this world had been perceived by humans.

Before he could wait, he looked at the divine servants who were decreasing in the divine magic array, and gritted his teeth and released all the remaining souls and souls in the holy coffin.

For a moment, the entire magic circle was once again shrouded in the dead aura.

The evil god opened his mouth and sucked hard into the void, sucking all the black mist into his abdomen.

The dead aura lost on his head was quickly replenished, and the realm of the evil god seemed much higher than the beginning. He held the bone stick and quickly portrayed a complicated star magic array in front of him.

There was also a door made of skeleton bones on it, and a dark whirlpool was revealed inside.
Chapter completed!