Taoist Temple of Time and Space

Chapter 454 461. "Can I blow it again?" Nezha put on his clothes with a pure face.

"Nangong Shi, if you don't get off the horse, when will you wait!" Zhang Guifang, who had dealt with Zhou Ji, saw that Nangong Shi wanted to run, and shouted again, like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening, resounding endlessly.

Nangong Shi, who was just a mortal, suddenly exploded in his head. In pain, he tilted his head and fell down.

"Death" Zhang Guifang stabbed Nangong Shi's back with a gun, and the tip of the gun pierced Nangong Shi's chest, and the blood spurted out, dyeing the mud all over the ground into a thrilling blood color.

At the same time, the true spirits of Nangong Shi and Zhou Ji flew into the list of gods.

It's a pity that the two of them would have become important ministers of the Zhou Dynasty in the original history. Because of yesterday's fiasco, Zhang Guifang, who was very angry, laid down a cruel hand and didn't even give them the chance to be captured.

On the chariot, Jiang Ziya saw that the two generals had died in battle, so he ordered the army to retreat slowly, and the archers on the two wings were responsible for breaking the rear.

"The bandit army has been defeated, all the soldiers follow me to charge! Kill one soldier, eat meat for ten days, kill one general, and get promoted to three ranks." Zhang Guifang yelled, and rushed up, but was forced back by Zhou Jun's arrow rain When he came back, the dozens of Qinglongguan soldiers who followed him were not so lucky, and were shot into hedgehogs on the spot.

Zhang Guifang wanted to attack again, and there was a sound of gongs from behind mixed with the voices of the messengers.

"The generalissimo has ordered that the bandit army's formation is not in chaos, so they are not allowed to pursue."

Zhang Guifang looked back when she heard the words, and almost fainted.

Ma Shi, who didn't know when he came, was holding a bowl and feeding Nezha.

Whether this old woman is fighting or raising a child, Zhang Guifang gritted her teeth angrily.

……

Back in the barracks, Jiang Ziya took out the heavenly book to read, but the more he looked at it, the more he frowned. In today's situation, tricks alone are useless, and someone who can beat Zhang Guifang is needed.

But looking at the entire Zhou camp, there is no one who is good at spells.Feeling depressed, Jiang Ziya left the tent with his hands behind his back, looked in the direction of Qinglong Pass, and couldn't help but think of Chu Feng whom he saw yesterday before the battle, why the former Taoist brother would stand on the side of the tyrant, and whether his junior brother Shen Gongbao was also at Qinglong Pass .

If they fight together, there is still a need to fight this battle. Thinking of this, Jiang Ziya is even more distressed.

At this moment, a soldier walking quickly knelt down on one knee more than ten steps away.

"Prime Minister, there is a young man asking to see you at the gate of the camp. He claims to be your nephew."

Martial nephew, Jiang Ziya couldn't help but look weird. In the past, when he was studying Taoism in Kunlun Mountain, he almost stayed behind closed doors. Not to mention his nephew, he didn't even know a few brothers. How could someone suddenly come to visit him.

Thinking of the words of senior brother Guang Chengzi's instructions when he left, he suddenly realized in his heart that this war of cutting down merchants was not his business alone.

"Please, no, I will greet you personally." As a cultivator, coupled with his kind temperament, Jiang Ziya has no pretensions even if he is already in the position of prime minister.

When he approached the gate of the camp, Jiang Ziya stared at him, and he grew up very delicately, wearing a cloud crown, wearing a hydration suit, a silk belt around his waist, and hemp shoes on his feet, just like a quaint hermit.

Even Jiang Ziya, who has never paid much attention to appearance, couldn't help admiring in his heart.When he came to the gate of the camp, before he could speak, the young man had already saluted.

"Junior Yang Jian, under the orders of his benefactor, Daoist Yu Ding, came to assist his uncle."

Jiang Ziya, who was not at all familiar with Master Yuding, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the same school, was moved and said: "The Shang army is powerful, and our army has already lost the generals of the two armies. At this time, the brother sent his nephew to help the battle, and it is still invincible." happy."

Thinking of Nangong Shi and Zhou Ji who had just died in the battle, Jiang Ziya felt a pang of regret. These two men were not only military generals, but also talented in martial arts. In this remote place of Xiqi, such people are very rare.

Hearing that the situation in the battle was tense, Yang Jian said solemnly: "Although Jian is not talented, the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Skills have become a thing of the past. I am willing to be the pioneer of my uncle and break the Qinglong pass."

"Don't worry, my nephew has just arrived. Let's take a rest first." Jiang Ziya greeted Yang Jian into the camp with a happy face.

When he was in Kunlun, he heard from his younger brother Shen Gongbao that Yang Jian was the No. 1 disciple of the third generation, and even some second-generation disciples were no opponents. With such help, the war against merchants would go much smoother.

At the same time, in the courtyard inside Qinglong Pass.

Ma Shi, who was squatting by the wall and eating with a porcelain bowl, stared wide-eyed.

Not far away, Chu Feng and Nezha were standing face to face.

"Master, are you really going to blow me up?" Nezha trembled.

I don't know what scary words Chu Feng said just now, scaring the fearless Nezha like this.

"When did the poor Taoist lie to you, don't be afraid, don't you want to become an adult?" Chu Feng smiled kindly, so as not to scare the apprentice who was still a child.

As for the matter, it actually started half an hour ago. At that time, Chu Feng was cultivating, his mind was wandering in the sky, and his soul was entrusted to the void. The system suddenly appeared, saying that there was a supernatural power to make people bigger, and he could practice it.

As soon as Chu Feng heard it, he knew that it was prepared for Nezha. After a simple practice, he called Nezha who had returned from the battlefield to him, and after saying a few words, the little guy was frightened. Blow it up, in case it explodes.

"Master, if your disciple dies, you must take his body back to Chentangguan for burial." Nezha said with a frightened face, as if he was bound to die.

Chu Feng nodded angrily, put his hand on Nezha's little head, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly.

"It's big." Nezha looked at his feet in shock, they were more than three times bigger than before.

Chu Feng ignored it, this magical power is a kind of magical power that harms himself and benefits others, and gently transfers his blood energy and immortal essence to another person.During the process, there should be no distraction in the slightest.

"It's getting bigger again." Nezha shook his two enlarged arms, and suddenly looked between his legs in horror: "Master, the little bird has also grown bigger."

Chu Feng, who was disturbed by Nezha, shook his hand, and the blowing process came to an abrupt end.

"Ah, it's too small again" Nezha shouted.

Shocked by the recoil force of supernatural powers, he took a few steps back, took a closer look, and couldn't help sighing, what a fate.

At this time, Nezha has a face like a crown jade, red lips and white teeth, and skin like snow. He has surpassed a girl, but there is one thing, he is too short, only 1.6 meters, not as tall as an ordinary soldier. (This world is full of aura, and people are generally tall.)
"Master, is the bird considered big or small?" Nezha's attention was still on the bird.

Chu Feng took out a set of clothing from the storage space, threw it over, and said angrily: "I told you to be silent. You brought it on yourself, little one."

"Can I play it again?" Nezha put on his clothes, with a pure face.

What answered him was Chu Feng's extremely fast kick.

After a while, Nezha ran out of the rubble with a depressed expression on his face.

"If you don't blow it, don't blow it, why beat someone!"

(End of this chapter)