“Um…”

A wisp of spiritual energy floated up from the fruit, flew into Huahongyi's mouth and nose, peeling off the fruit of spiritual energy. The face of a three-month-old baby's limbs quickly withered and rotted, turning into a pool of sticky black, dripping along his fingers to the ground.

A faint stench emanated.

Hiss ~~

When painting red, you should raise your face, and the burnt hair fades away, radiating and smooth. You can see the cortex of the white bones blooming with a trace of green spirit and intertwining it, quickly closing, and pieces of burnt ashes fall down, revealing brand new and fair skin.

The place where the body was burned by the fire was also healing rapidly and rejuvenated. The sky gradually became green and the fish belly turned white in the east. Huahongyi walked out of the tree, and his footsteps were still a little staggering. He looked at the reflected face from the water, and rubbed his fingertips gently across his face.

Then, with a loud bang, the water surface splashed, Hua Hongyi stood up in her ragged dress, and the water droplets in her hand fell to the ground along her fingertips. She looked at the winding mountains on the south side, and murmured softly.

"Lu Liangsheng...you wait!"

The last three words were spit out heavily between her lips. She was the red pity soul who cultivated herself in the temple. She not only had a common memory, but also had emotions when she was separated.

It was her personal idea to come to the south to catch the old monk in Zhenhai. It was Master Wuyuan who asked him to go to Qixia Mountain. She thought that Lu Liangsheng had lost his cultivation and rushed him back to Baihuling to be a loving couple. But she didn't expect that the scholar's cultivation was still there and there were more bizarre magic.

Hua Hongyi looked at the mountain that was shrouded in the sea of ​​clouds, and her nails unconsciously fell into her flesh and broke Zhu Erniang inside, feeling somewhat unwilling to accept it.

‘I will come back, but before that, I must complete the second thing of Master...’

Go north to the grassland!

Some thoughts flashed through her heart, and she turned around with her burning chest and ribs, gradually sprinkling out the golden morning light, shining on Hua Hongyi, staggering away, and in a few steps, a gust of wind blew across the forest, and the branches and leaves swayed randomly.

The sun rises above the clouds, and in the brilliant autumn day, the light extends among the clouds, crosses rivers and rivers, the world is prosperous, the sky becomes gray and the temperature gradually drops.

Under the sky, the endless sea of ​​grass is yellow in late autumn. In the occasional wind, grass clips are flying in the sky in people's sight, and some people scream in a shrill voice, unlike the Chinese in Central Plains.

"Here's here!"

"Don't look back--"

"Ahhhh!"

The sound of horse hooves stepped on the ground, like thunder, rumbling and rumbling sounds. Dozens of Turkic people rode wildly. Someone heard the scream and turned around. What caught his eye was a tribe of blood mist, tearing the people and horses into two halves, and rushing to the ground left and right to roll, throwing the bloody internal organs out, dragging them endlessly, and dragging them between the dead grass, forming a scarlet piece.

After a moment, a man descended from mid-air, his armored steps stepped on the grassland, and walked several feet away. He followed closely behind, holding a golden sword full of carved patterns.

Soon, dozens of Turkic people running ahead rushed into a tribe. In a moment, a group of horses neighed and shouted, and hundreds of cavalry rushed out and ran towards him, waving their spears and yelling at the blade.

"It's this person!"

"Kill him-"

"A Sui man dared to go to the grassland alone to kill people!?"

However, what greeted them was a rushing cavalry formation. The sword energy and sword light flashed wildly. In an instant, the human limbs and horse limbs disintegrated, lifted the sky, and fell heavily.

The hot blood was soaked with the grass leaves and the soil. The body stretched around the figure standing there. There was no one or the horse standing there. The person who was not dead yet held his broken arms and screamed miserably. The war horse that had lost his hooves struggled and cried on the ground. At one moment, the figure in the middle slowly raised his sword, held the sword with expressionless hands over his head, and then suddenly penetrated to the ground, cracks spreading around.

"Blood Spirit..."

The palms holding the hilt of the sword tightened, and the sword surface magic illuminated, spreading to the ground along the dense patterns, extending along the cracks, forming a huge magic circle, covering the bodies on the ground and the wounded.

“……Salute!”

The heavy sword body sank half into the ground, and the huge magic circle gradually turned scarlet. The two close-to-side corpses suddenly moved and stuck together. The flesh and blood melted, and they peeled off and turned into blood drops and rose into the air. The Turks, who were still alive, tear their faces and chests, screamed and watched helplessly as the flesh and blood slowly dissipated into drops of blood flying towards the Sui people standing there.

"God, please spare us!"

A man crawled on the ground and reached out to grab the man's ankle. In the miserable begging for mercy, the hand that stretched out melted like snow. The sound then stopped abruptly, leaving only his clothes and armor on the ground.

“Not enough!”

The figure standing with a sword in his arms, stroking the cloak, looking down at the blood beads floating in the palm of his palm, the last drop flew into it, pulled out the big sword on the ground, and the magic circle flew back like a tide and disappeared under his feet.

"Master Yuwen!!"

In the distance, there was a sound of horse hooves. Yuwen Tuo put away the blood beads in his hand and turned around. A Sui scout came over. He jumped down more than ten steps away from each other and came close to him. He knelt down on one knee and raised his hand.

"Qi reported to the Grand Tutor, General Shi invites you back, there is important military information."

"Um."

Yuwen Tuo looked in the direction of the military camp, waved his hand and asked the scout to leave first, insert his sword back into the sheath, and even looked at the Turkic tribe behind him, and raised his hand and waved.

A lightning flashed down from the sky, and the blue and white light flashed for a moment. The fire rose with the flow, and the entire tribe burned, resounding through people and livestock.

Apart from the flame light, Yuwen Tuo had disappeared from the spot. Under the magic of shrinking the ground, he came to the hidden valleys in the southeast. The dark sky was shining. The military camp standing here was a stern and murderous place. The patrol soldiers passed by with weapons and saw a figure coming from the sea of ​​grass in the distance, and stopped.

After seeing the face of the visitor clearly, he hurriedly made a move, waved his hand and urged his companions there to open the gate, bowed down to stand on the side with their weapons.

"Please, Grand Master!"

Yuwen Tuo glanced at him and strode with his cloak.

"Wansui Shi is in the back camp or the front camp?"

"Report to the Grand Tutor, the General is in the front camp."

The soldier followed into the gate and smiled apologized: "The general sent someone to find the Grand Master, and he has been staying in the front camp and waiting for the Grand Master to come back."

As he spoke, he also watched the Taishi walking in front of him wearing a cloak. He was only 10 years old and rushed to the grassland. Not only did he know how to be superb in martial arts, he could also cause lightning and set fire. In two months, more than 20,000 Turks were destroyed in the seventeen tribes. The court even issued an order to add the title of Taishi of the Eastern Palace, so that General Shi could help him.

I heard that Master Yuwen has another master, wouldn’t that be even more powerful?

As he arrived at the front camp tent, the soldier ran forward quickly and lifted the curtain for the guards. Yuwen Tuo nodded at him and walked in.

In the middle of the tent, a general looked square and had a majestic beard. He walked back and forth in front of the desk with his hands, glanced at the map hanging beside him from time to time. When he saw Yuwen Tuo coming in, he stepped forward and arched his hand.

"The last general has met the Grand Master."

"You're welcome, General."

Yuwen Tuo took off the Xuanyuan Sword and put it down next to him. He sat down, made a 'please' gesture, his tone was monotonous and gentle: "The general called me back, what military information is there?"

Shi Wansui, who was standing in front of the case, took a letter from the table, handed it to the other party with both hands, then walked to the map and gestured with his fingers.

"The scout came to report that the Turkic Khan Sha Boluo, who had escaped before, has come again. Well... the Grand Master killed too much in the past two months, which attracted his attention. The general thought that while his army had not come, we might as well withdraw for the time being to avoid being besieged."

"How many people did he bring?"

"Nearly eighty thousand..."

Yuwen Tuo picked up a cup of cold water, took a sip, and looked at the gloomy sky outside the tent, and scattered snowflakes drifted down.

He whispered:

“It’s just enough.”

Not long after, the first snow fell in winter, covering the withered sea of ​​grass. However, the atmosphere on the entire grassland was suppressed, and the crystal snow particles on the ground gradually shaking.

Countless iron hooves flew, under the snowflakes, the desolate horns sounded, and the dense cavalry spread out endlessly, rising and falling like waves.

Wow~~

With the sound of the horn, the surging "wave" slowly slowed down as a big crow stopped. Someone in front of him tightened the reins and stopped the horse.

"Well!"

Sha Bo called out a little, narrowed his eyes, raised his hand from the cloak, and pointed to the vast snowflakes falling from the distance.

"Is it him, the Sui people?"

The high priest who was following the side immediately stepped forward and followed the direction the Khan pointed, and a lonely figure stood there, unable to see his appearance, but from the other party, he could feel that the other party was also a practitioner of Taoism.

"One died last time was not enough. Another one came to seek revenge. The Great Khan waited for a moment, and I went to give him his fruit and his head to Khan to watch."

Around the Turkic cavalry, who were scattering their formations, also saw figures in the wind and snow, fighting across the grass sea for a long time, and never saw a person standing in front of an army, and couldn't help laughing.

The high priest asked the servants to bring a few young men to the ground, tear off the seal at the mouth of the men, and began to do it.

On the back of the war horse, Sha Bo glanced at him and nodded with a smile to the figure in the distance.

"The people of the Southern Dynasty are really not afraid of death. Ben Khan will no longer compete with someone like before..."

The north wind swept the fluff on his cloak, and the high priest who was doing the same next to him suddenly stopped and asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"

The figure moved in front of Yu Guang.

The next moment, he turned his face and stayed on the horse's back. Even the high priest with high magic power felt his scalp tightening under the felt hat.

In the field of vision, a golden light rushed into the sky.

Then, with the biggest voice in his life, he turned his head and shouted to the endless army behind him: "Escape!"

After turning around and roaring, the golden light in the sky turned into a giant sword that was as bright as the sky, flashing countless empty patterns, and roaring downwards.

boom--

The golden light burst out a circle of air waves spreading around, pushing everything up.

Standing at the top of the hill, Shi Wansui opened his mouth slightly, and the glass of wine in his hand slammed and landed at his feet and rolled down the hillside.

‘Eighty thousand people…just that?’

Come back from the shock, Shi Wansui immediately wrote a letter to send it to Chang'an for 800 miles. The war horses ran through the drifting snow along the official road heading south. Then they crossed the mountains and forests, entered Chang'an, and entered the palace. Soon, the news of magic was covered up and came out of the imperial city again.

For a moment, the entire Chang'an caused a sensation and spread rapidly to the states.

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Chapter completed!