The Dutian Lingguan Road that started from the Taoist soldiers

Chapter 31 Asking
By the time the He family father and son led their men to surround the entire river bank, the battle was over!

"Yong'er!"

"Zongzi"

Just as they were about to approach Wu Yong, they were blocked by the circling Fire Crow Taoist soldiers.

Wu Yong ignored the crowd's calls and stared intently at the camp of ferocious soldiers in the distance.

The gloomy man in black robe who was in the lead dealt with the evil sorcerer in less than a breath. His right hand turned into a claw, tightly grasped the top of Wu Yong's head, lifted him up with one hand, and slowly walked towards Wu Yong.

Although I have never met this gloomy Taoist, this familiar feeling and the energy that is entangled with my blood and destiny.
"Wu Yong, hello to the commander of the Sha Camp!" Wu Yong was bowing to him.

"Son of the Blood God, greetings to the eldest son of the Wu family." The Taoist was not vague. He stood up and returned the greeting with his left hand making a seal.

This was the first time the two met.

The handsome general stood on the battlefield where the smoke was still lingering, and the magic spear at his side pierced through the enemy's chest, nailing him to the ground. When he looked around, his eyebrows were sharp, and he looked more decisive and heroic, which made the gloomy Taoist inadvertently think of himself when he was young!
Look at the evil Taoist priest again, holding the Gangsha Daxiu in his palm, with a raging river of blood behind him, and the powerful, ferocious and terrifying evil spirits and ghosts are tamed by him and follow him obediently. Every step he takes is breathtaking.

Wu Yong was also envious when he saw him!

Overall, when the two masters met at this time, the first impression was that they were attracted to each other.

The two of them played for a while, then withdrew the Fire Crows, dispersed the River of Blood, and allowed the He family members to enter the arena.

"Yongwu Zongzi!" He Miao and others hurriedly came forward.

The situation on the field at this moment is also quite strange.

By the time everyone arrived, it was already completely hindsight. One Gangsha and three foundation-building sorcerers, a total of four sorcerers, were killed one after another by Wu Yong, three died and one escaped.

If this mission is going to go wrong, I'm afraid everyone will have to face Wu Yong's wrath now!
"Does anyone recognize these people?"

Wu Yong took off the mask of the fox-masked sorcerer, and threw the corpse of the sorcerer wearing the Tengu mask out of the mustard seed bag.

In order to facilitate identification, their magical weapons, the Sea-Driving Whip and Heavy Water Beads, were also placed at their sides.

He Yan was slightly hesitant when he saw this, but he eventually took out the sword cultivator's body and the magic sword from the bag.
"Ugh!"

"This sword cultivator's surname is Zhao!" He Yan frowned and stammered.

The Ziling Zhao family is considered the number one family in Danyang. Even if we know their identities, do we really have to fight them to the death on their territory?

"This fox-faced Taoist priest is named Cheng Ji. He is a sorcerer from the second branch of the Cheng family. The Cheng family is a prominent family in Danyang and is a relative of the Zhao family."

"That dog-faced Taoist priest, or one of the patrol sorcerers at Zhujiang Pass, if his magic weapon is the heavy water bead."

"This great cultivator of Gangsha may not be a cultivator from this county."

These three sorcerers are all monks from this county, and the apparent identities of each assassin seem to be closely related to the Zhao family!

The three generations of the He family, grandparents and grandchildren, looked at each other, all with uncertain expressions.

The Zhao family was a fierce dragon entrenched in Danyang County, and was in full swing, while the Wu family was gradually declining.
What to do?

Should we handle it gently or fight to the death to regain our face?
Wu family will be the future of He family, but Zhao family is standing on the edge of He family. As the saying goes, heaven is beautiful, but hell is too close!
Once a conflict breaks out, the He family will probably become a "battlefield" in the first moment.

"Perhaps this matter can be discussed again!" He Miao's voice was a little hoarse.

Since this concerns the Ziling Zhao family of Danyang, they cannot afford to think twice!

If the Zhao family had not risen to prominence hundreds of years ago and lacked sufficient foundation, they would have almost been classified as a fourth-rank family by the Dao Court.

"Well, what does Blood Lord think?" Wu Yong lowered his eyes and looked at the Blood God Son.

Of the three sorcerers who attacked him, two were from the Zhao family, and one was from Zhao's in-laws' family.

No matter what, it is inseparable from Danyang’s number one family!
The Blood God remained silent, threw the legless Gangsha sorcerer to the ground, and slowly walked towards the fox-faced sorcerer Cheng Ji, who still had a trace of consciousness.

He raised his right hand and tightly grasped Cheng Ji's crown, as if to crush his head, squeezing his skull until it creaked. He then used the evil soul-sucking technique to immediately extract his three souls and seven spirits one by one.

Taoist Yin Yi's hands kept flying, and the evil blood method seemed to be groping for something in the spirit body. The corrosive power of the blood method tortured the spirit body into a state of unrecognizable form.

found it!
The Blood God captured Cheng Ji's soul and roughly looked through his fetal light spirit platform.

People have three souls and seven spirits, which are called differently in various Taoist traditions, but generally speaking, the three souls are divided into heavenly soul, earthly soul, and life soul.

The Heavenly Soul is the fetal light and spiritual wisdom, the Earthly Soul is the shadow soul produced by the Heavenly Soul reflecting the seven spirits. They are mixed and different. The Life Soul is the confused and muddle-headed main soul, and it is the carrier of the Heavenly and Earthly Souls!
The seven spirits are the three souls attached to the body.

By using the evil art of extracting souls, he could capture his two souls, the heavenly and the earthly, and then take away his life's memories like a revolving lantern and watch them at will.

just.

The Blood God frowned slightly, and casually dispersed Cheng Ji's soul. He then captured the evil cultivator and used evil methods to extract his soul and refine his spirit, causing him to howl in agony.

Until the creepy wailing sound became weaker and weaker
"Someone has tampered with their sea of ​​consciousness and erased all related memories!" Blood God said coldly.

After saying this, he went to capture the remaining souls of the two dead warlocks.

Seeing this, Wu Yong raised his hand to interrupt the Blood God's next move.

He said loudly: "No need to search anymore."

"I'm afraid this assassination has been planned for a long time. Whether it succeeds or fails, the result will not change!"

The final result will only point to the Zhao family.

Is this the first move in the Danyang chess game?

Wu had unknowingly become the pawn crossing the river!

It seems that the "hindsight" and "thousand-mile chariot" will appear soon, pushing the pawn across the river to hit the Zhao family hard.

But they don’t care about the life or death of the soldiers crossing the river, they just want Zhao to die!
"Properly collect the remains of the three Taoists of my Wu family, and double the compensation. I will personally meet their relatives after returning home. Their deaths will not be in vain!"

"Come here, get the soul-binding chains, erect locust wood stakes, and hang the bodies of these four people outside the market. If no one claims them, just leave them exposed!"

"Wu Ben, draft a letter for me and ask the eldest son of the Zhao family to come and claim the throne in person."

Wu Yong commanded his men in an orderly manner. He was probably forced to take part in this game!
At this time, neighing sounds were heard in the distance. Five meters tall Yin horses pulled thick black chains and rushed over. Yin Erlang was sitting on the iron chain.

Further behind them was the Wu family guard who had just arrived. Wu Xuan and a sorcerer led the guard, each riding a dragon horse, and rushed all the way to the river bank along the "road" that was opened by the Five Horses Pagoda Lock.

The Zhao family, the county government, the patrol commander and the water governor, and all the other forces appeared on the scene and rushed to the market town.

"I wonder why there are so many evil here, the Blood Sea Sect, the Heshan Sect, and the Southern Territory Beast Barbarians."

"It turns out to be a bunch of dead ghosts!"

A white auspicious cloud floated over from the river. It seemed to be moving slowly, but in just two breaths it crossed a distance of several miles and reached the river bank.

In the Qingyun, there was a feather-crowned mage wearing a purple robe, with two generals of water and fire standing on the cloud platform, staring at the evil camp with angry eyes. "Who are you? Do these evil ghosts belong to you?"

The Taoist with Feather Crown sat on the cloud platform, looking down at everyone from above. The terrifying pressure was like the sky falling, making it impossible for people to raise their heads.

Blood God Son and Yin Erlang immediately stood in front of Wu Yong, one on the left and one on the right, and eliminated the power directed at Wu Yong into nothingness.

But the others were not so lucky. This was the overwhelming force from the top-grade elixir cultivators. Even the several great cultivators of the Zhao family were overwhelmed and retreated. Not to mention the other sorcerers and Taoists, who were all pinned to the ground and unable to move.

This is definitely a great wizard, his elixirs are of top quality and his power is as powerful as the sky.

Wu Yong took a deep breath, straightened his tattered armor, bowed deeply to the mage on Qingyun, and said:

"Daoting Sixth Rank, Dongjun Wu family, greets the Master!"

Upon seeing this, Taoist Yuguan nodded imperceptibly.

You do know some etiquette!

The two generals of water and fire on the cloud platform asked together:

"Let me ask you, do you have the permission of the Dao Court to use the remaining spirits of evil cultivators to train rampant ghosts and abuse rampant weapons to fight against them?"

"Of course there are. The Wu family of Dongjun responded to the call to participate in the great war between Dongzhou and the Southern Region eight hundred years ago. Our ancestors destroyed Heshan, chased the Blood Sea, and suppressed the Beast Man. Later, they took on the remaining spirits of the evil cultivators who were defeated by their men, and spent nearly three hundred years training this battalion of evil spirits." Wu Yong said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"The Dao Court has granted permission to name it the Three Evil Camp, which is divided into the spirits of Blood Evil, Black Evil, and Fierce Evil, to serve as the Wu family's guardian soldiers."

The Sansha Camp is also a registered upper camp of troops in the Dao Court. Although it looks a bit ferocious, it is officially affiliated with the Dao Court.

It seems that this senior mage was attracted here by the commotion in the evil camp?

The feather crowned mage on Qingyun moved his fingers slightly, and the Dao talisman flipped gently, and stopped at the 46th page, the secret talisman of the Dongzhou Changbing Guardian Camp.
"true!"

"I never thought that there was such a hero in Dongzhou. It really made me wise. Now tell me, why did you fight so fiercely in this state and county and ignore the lives of the people?"

The Great Master of the Feathered Crown looked at the Blood God Son and the Skeleton Monster again and scolded.

The more I look at this damn thing, the more I dislike it.

"Your Excellency, I am the eldest son of the Wu family in Dongjun. I was assassinated while traveling in Danyang. I had no choice." Wu Yong bowed again and replied.

In this Taoist court, rules are the most important. There are nine grades under the Taoist law, and etiquette and politeness are extremely important between grades. Wu Yong is fine, but he still has to bow a little more.

It was just a pity for everyone in the field, as they were pinned to the ground by the passing wizard and suffered terribly.

"Well! That's fine."

Taoist Yuguan lowered his eyes and glanced into the darkness. He saw at least four or five alchemy masters staring at him. He immediately understood something.

He lowered his eyes and sneered:
"Your military strategy is quite good. I also got a military strategy in Qingzhou half a century ago and sacrificed a battalion of giant spirit soldiers. Now I am suffering from the lack of a commander who can lead me. If you can condense the energy and practice the evil spirit, you might as well go to Qingzhou."

"You can think about it. If you come to Qingzhou, just tell me my name."

"I am Zhong Lingzi from the Qingzhou Dao Palace."

The auspicious cloud was like light and shadow, coming and going quickly, leaving only a seemingly plausible solicitation word echoing on the river bank.
But when the several Jindan magicians in Danyang heard these words in the dark, their meaning changed.

This is a good candidate, and he has practiced the Taoist military tactics well. You'd better think carefully and don't overdo it.

These are the words of a true mage who has achieved the highest level of elixir!
Qingzhou Taoist Palace, Zhong Lingzi, who made top-grade elixirs, ranked fourth in the Qingzhou alchemy sequence and was named Qingyun Zun!
"Zongzi! Are you okay?"

After the alchemist left, everyone got up from the ground with some fear. Wu Xuan and the sorcerer from the other courtyard also rushed to Wu Yong.

Everyone looked at the departing cloud shadow from afar with fear on their faces, but they did not dare to ask about the master's true cultivation.
"I'm fine, and we'll probably be fine."

"I'm afraid something is going to happen to someone in Danyang!"

Wu Yong sneered and stared at the Zhao family members in the distance with a suggestive look.

The Zhao family had countless ways to get him, and there was no need to do this, leaving behind three bodies of perpetrators that could not be explained.

I'm afraid there are some problems within the Zhao family?

"Follow me back to the market!"

Wu Yong waved his left sleeve and led everyone to the market. He saw with his own eyes that four nearly ten-meter-high locust wood stakes were erected in front of the market, and the bodies of the four sorcerer assassins were hung on the top of the stakes!

Such an act shocked many people. There were not many sorcerers in the prefectures and counties. The bodies of four sorcerers were hung outside the market. More importantly, their identities were unknown.
"As expected of the Wu family, I've said it before, a lean camel is bigger than a horse. They are four foundation-building sorcerers, and one of them is a great Gangsha cultivator!"

"If the owner of the market was still the Wu family, no thieves would dare to rob and rob me. It would be a pity for the treasures in my shop."

"But, didn't you notice the people who were hung up?"

The emotions of the stall owners and shop owners in the market were also different. Some admired the Wu family for still being powerful. Some secretly hated those who robbed the market. Some hoped that the Wu family could take over the market again. Some were keenly aware of the secret confrontation behind the scenes.

Everyone has different thoughts!

After seeing the people who were hung up, several sorcerers who were originally planning to go to the market were horrified and hurriedly sent messages back home to wait for instructions.

It really wasn't them who did it, but it was also true that it was done by one of their people.

This is really hard to explain!

Seeing Zhao's people going back home, Wu Yong waved his arms.

"Let's take a break. I'm afraid it won't be long before someone from the Zhao family's main family will come!"

"Send a letter to Danyang County Government. The eldest son of a noble family under Daoting was assassinated in his territory. He can't just not show up, right?"

If this is really the case, his position as county magistrate would be meaningless.

Wu Yong even speculated in his heart, could this be arranged by the county magistrate? As soon as a victim appeared and blocked the Zhao family, they would rush forward and divide up the Zi Ling Zhao family?
It’s a pity that Wu Yong doesn’t want to be the victim!

Just as he lowered his brows in deep thought, the skeleton handsome Yin Erlang came up to him and muttered a few words.

Wu Yong raised his eyebrows immediately: "So in order to escape, you threw my paper soldier, the devil, away as a shield?"

"No way, Zongzi! The real body is still in the painting. It just takes some effort to catch those paper spirits one by one." Skeleton General smiled.

"It's all the fault of that old man from the Zhao family. He wanted to kill me without any reason, and I was in a hurry to protect you, the eldest son."

Yin Erlang was also feeling aggrieved. He was first scolded by the Blood God Son, and then beaten by Zhao's magician with the purple cloud energy.

The blood river of the Blood God was so conspicuous, why didn't the old man from the Zhao family cause trouble for him?

He really bullies the weak and fears the strong. He is really bullying the weak!

(End of this chapter)