Chapter 467: The Scared Immortal

The sound of "banging" sounds of civilians closing doors and windows in He'an City sounded everywhere.

Miao Yihu smiled coldly and turned to look at the Sanle Zhenren who was walking slowly along the street. He took out a round bone mirror and shook it at Sanle Zhenren. A faint faint light flashed through the round mirror polished with unknown green bones, and an ancient rune flashed on it. Sanle Zhenren's body suddenly shook, and a piece of green cloud exploded from him, and a faint sound of ghost roar came from Qingxia.

Shaking his head, Miao Yihu put away the bone mirror and said in a deep voice: "A mere early-stage cultivator of the Nascent Soul stage dares to speak to me like this?"

He looked around with a ridiculous look, Miao Yihu stretched out his hands and slowly drew circles at the monks around him: "A group of native chickens and tiles, the strongest one is the Nascent Soul cultivation level, and he dares to siege the Dayu Si Zheng Hall Zhengmen? Give you ten times, get out!"

Sanle Zhenren snorted coldly, separated the crowd and came to Miao Yihu. He lowered his voice and said, "Sir, this and Ancheng are now the territory of our Great Lotte Palace. The ancestor of our Great Lotte Palace is the ancestor of Muji. Behind him is the ancestor of Xuanyi of Xuan in the Huiming Tian Realm!"

Miao Yihu put down his hands provoking the monks around him and pressed them heavily on the shoulders of Sanle Zhenren. He leaned in front of Sanle Zhenren, stared at Sanle Zhenren's eyes and sneered: "This is the land of Dayu. The heavenly court governs immortals and the human emperor governs people. This is the heavenly precepts recognized by the sacred Zhoutian."

Sanle Zhenren took a deep breath. He looked at Miao Yihu's hands that were placed on his shoulders and sighed softly: "But now, He'ancheng is the territory of our immortal gate. If the adults are unwilling to trigger a battle between immortals, please don't beg for you in He'ancheng!"

Miao Yihu's eyelids drooped, and a strange smile appeared on his thin and slightly gloomy face. He let go of his hands, ignored Sanle Zhenren, and turned to Wuqi to laugh and said, "Taoist Tianlang, let me see your Nascent Soul. If you are a demon cultivator, just go with me. If you are not a demon cultivator, don't use the Taoist name Tianlang in the future, and let you go for the time being today."

Wuqi pondered for a moment, and a white cloud rushed out above his head. The fake baby who was practicing the Guiyuan Wuwei Taoist Sutra rushed out with a large piece of clouds, smoke and water vapor. A crescent scimitar floated above the fake baby's head, and it was hazy and as if the scimitar condensed by water vapor occasionally swirled, and a trace of light shot out. This crescent scimitar was also a spiritual weapon given by Wuqi when he left the Qingya Star. It was forged by the fusion of illusion smoke mica stone and the five elements of fine gold. The sword light was hazy and like a dream, and it happened to be used in conjunction with the Guiyuan Wuwei Taoist Sutra.

Guiyuan Wuwei Taoist Sutra is an orthodox Taoist practice, and it is highly focused on cultivating nature and nourishing the mind, which is in line with the most primitive "Taoist" essence. Wuqi's Yuanying flies out of his body, and naturally there is a clear air surrounding his body. Clouds and clouds circling around him, dancing in the shape of Ganoderma lucidum, dragon and tiger. Wuqi's long hair flutters, and his body is refreshing. He is a Taoist and full-true and orthodox moralist.

Miao Yihu's face suddenly became gloomy. He stared at Wuqi's Nascent Soul sitting cross-smoke on his head, snorted coldly, waved his hand, and shouted in a low voice: "I obey the order, the whole team left He'ancheng!"

The soldiers in armored around them returned to their scabbards, loosened the mechanism of strong bows and hard crossbows, put their weapons into the leather bags they carried, and walked towards the city gate on the street. The criminal soldiers in the Sixing Hall were well-trained and were all elite. Nearly two thousand soldiers took only a few breaths to organize the team and left the east gate. Miao Yihu inserted the scroll back on his belt, smiled and nodded to Wuqi, and then took several adjutants around him and his personal soldiers to follow the team to the outside of the city.

On the horizon in the distance, three flying boats were coming to He'an City, which was to pick up the army led by Miao Yihu. Miao Yihu smiled and led a large group of troops out of the city, but turned around and laughed at the city as soon as he left the city, saying, "Sanle Zhenren, Taoist Tianlang, remember, this is my territory of Dayu! You are just staying for a while, and sooner or later, Dayu will take it back here!"

Three flying boats landed, Miao Yihu and many soldiers boarded the flying boat. With the slight sound of breaking through the air, the three flying boats quickly broke through the clouds and flew into the sky, and then slowly flew to the south.

The footsteps sounded, and Zhu Linggong, the left-behind guard of Ancheng, hurried over with his soldiers. Seeing Wuqi, Zhu Linggong hurriedly clasped his fists and saluted: "Senior, were you the officer of the Zhongzhou Sizheng Hall just now? You must note that the people in the Sizheng Hall have never had a good reputation. Once they are entangled, they are like maggots on the bones. Things are not so easy to finish."

Wuqi was stunned and he smiled and said, "But I think Miao Yihu is still very reasonable. I am not a demon cultivator, so he just left?"

Zhu Linggong smiled bitterly and shook his head. He whispered: "When did the people from the Sixing Hall tell the truth?"

Seeing Zhu Linggong's bitter smile, Wuqi immediately gave a blow. Because the Zhu Linggong family lost control of He'ancheng, the entire family except Zhu Linggong, who acted as the remaining guard of He'ancheng, all others were exiled. Zhu Linggong should have a deep understanding of the methods of the Corporate Penalty Hall. In this way, Miao Yihu would not let Wuqi go so easily.

After pondering for a moment, Wuqi smiled and patted Zhu Linggong on the shoulder: "Bajie is very good. He is well maintained in the city lord's mansion now. Don't worry, I will raise him well, and he will have a future."

After a smile, Wuqi turned his eyes to Sanle Zhenren. Sanle Zhenren whistled, and many monks dispersed around. Wuqi and Sanle Zhenren drove up the clouds and quickly flew towards the city lord's mansion. But halfway through, Wuqi called out a demon god puppet and turned into his image, followed Sanle Zhenren back to the city lord's mansion, while Wuqi himself transformed into a breeze and chased in the direction of the three flying boats.

After obtaining the inheritance of the Great Fengge, Wuqi transformed into Qingfeng and flew extremely fast. He chased the south for half an hour and had already flown out more than 10,000 miles. In the distance, he saw three flying boats descending towards a valley. Several smoke from the valley rose. Wuqi smelled the aroma of barbecue and the smell of cooking rice brought by the wind from afar.

This is an inconspicuous valley among the vast mountains. There is a spring in the valley three or five miles long. Nearly a hundred soldiers are barbecuing and cooking by the spring. Hundreds of tents are set up in the woods next to them. Some soldiers are patrolling everywhere with swords and guns.

Three flying boats descended, Miao Yihu walked down from the flying boat with a gloomy face, and walked into a tent with several adjutants and personal soldiers. Wuqi followed Miao Yihu immediately, and with the innate earth escape technique, he also followed into the tent. He hid in the mud less than three feet deep under Miao Yihu's feet, squinted his eyes and listened to the movements above.

There was a long table made of black stone in the tent, and Miao Yihu and four adjutants sat down at the long table. The personal soldiers brought the hot tea. Miao Yihu picked up the tea, but was not afraid of it, so he drank the tea in one gulp. Then he suddenly pulled out the sword from his waist and slashed it on the long table with a heavy sword. With a crisp sound, the long sword slashed into the stone table more than one foot deep. Miao Yihu released the hilt of the sword, and the long sword was inserted into the stone table and shocked violently, making a dull sword sound.

"This Taoist Tang Lang is the Taoist Tang Lang that Lord Zhou Mu ordered to be arrested!" Miao Yihu took out the scroll from his waist and smashed it heavily on the stone table: "What you see with your own eyes today is that the Nascent Soul of this Taoist Tang Lang is the Nascent Soul of the Demon Soul! Even if he is not the Taoist Tang Lang, he still has an indescribable relationship with the Taoist Tang Lang."

The four adjutants stood up together, lowered their heads and shouted in a deep voice: "What the Lord said is, this Taoist Tan Lang is the wanted criminal of the Lord Zhou Mu!"

Miao Yihu snorted heavily. He sat in his seat, gently scraping the sword edge with his fingers, and murmured to himself: "Since this Taoist Tang Lang is the Taoist Tang Lang, then I have an excuse to mobilize a large army to siege He Ancheng. Well, Daletian Palace and Jinge Temple have died together, the ancestor of Muji was seriously injured, the rage Arhat fell, and there is no one around Ancheng that can fight against my Dayu army?"

With his fingers gently tapping on the stone table, Miao Yihu whispered: "I knew that Liu Yi was unreliable! Power and strategy, what are the uses of these things? Strength and strong strength can determine everything! If someone dares to block the road, he will destroy him with violence. This is the right way in the world!"

With a cold smile, Miao Yihu pursed his lips and made a ruthless moment, then whispered: "Third brother, see if you take revenge for you! Humph, a mere city with Ancheng actually killed my younger brother, who is the same as my official and his father and mother. How can you not avenge this revenge?"

An adjutant reminded carefully: "Sir, you can mobilize no more than 2,000 troops now! If you want to conquer He'an City, this little strength is enough. But if the ancestor of Minji sent his disciples around you to help, we may not be able to withstand the revenge of Minji!"

Wuqi, who was hiding underground, narrowed his eyes. Miao Yihu avenged his third brother? Could his younger brother be the young general he killed? Well, at that time, he was just trying to blame Yuqi. Wuqi was too lazy to find out the identity and origin of the man, and he killed him with a casual sword. Unexpectedly, there was Miao Yihu behind the man, and now he was eager to take advantage of his power to avenge his third brother.

Miao Yihu narrowed his eyes and shook his head. He said in a deep voice: "First capture Ancheng, we don't need to interfere in the rest. As long as the rumors about Taoist Taoist Tanlang and the ancestor of Fuji are released, Lord Zhou Mu will naturally make the decision for us!"

The four adjutants looked at each other, clenched their fists and smashed them into their chests, and responded in unison: "Sir, this matter will definitely be done!"

Miao Yihu smiled indifferently, just about to express his overall plan, when a huge explosion suddenly came from outside. The strong wind swept over with high temperature flames, and the tent suddenly caught fire and was burned clean. Miao Yihu suddenly jumped up and looked around. The valley had become hell on earth.

A black-bearded Taoist stood on the head of the cloud, holding a dragon-skin fire sack, and was constantly emitting thunder and fire fires to explode into the valley. Each ball of thunder and fire clouds fell to the ground, and the fire clouds produced by the explosion covered dozens of acres of land. The strong wind and high temperatures rage everywhere. The armored soldiers were either blown to pieces, or burned by the high-temperature flames and turned into coke. Some soldiers even howled and ran around with flames all over their bodies. The flames made their skin and flesh sound, and the fat under the skin turned into oil and flowed out.

Miao Yihu pointed at the Taoist man in a panic and shouted loudly: "Spun Dao, why did you take this harsh action?"

The Taoist smiled indifferently, looked at Miao Yihu with a blank expression, and laughed in a low voice: "There are five stronger ants? Not bad!"
Chapter completed!