The Chronicles of Longevity on Liaozhai Road

"Send this fairy girl to the Jiaofang Division."

The expressions of the others changed upon hearing this.

Everyone here knows where the Jiaofang Division is.

At this time, a tall middle-aged Taoist priest came out from the side.

"Your Majesty, Fairy Miaolian made a mistake, so she should be executed, why bother?"

When he finished speaking, an angry look appeared on his face.

Emperor Shunde turned his head to look at the other people, and when he saw these Taoist priests, he couldn't help showing an angry look on their faces.

It seems that my order just now made them feel sad.

Emperor Shunde thought for a moment, and then with a sudden smile on his face, he turned his head to face it.The middle-aged Taoist arched his hands, and then said nonchalantly.

"Just now I was just joking with everyone. Although I am not a cultivator, I also know what is good and what is wrong. How can I do such an insulting thing?"

After Emperor Shunde finished speaking.His face became serious, and then he said: "It seems that the Purity Sect has parted ways with us. Since this is the case, this woman really cannot be kept. According to my order, she will be sent to death row, and tomorrow she will be on the tower Execute him and give Yang Heng a blow."

After saying this, Emperor Shunde left the hall as soon as he swung his sleeves.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of warriors broke in from the outside, and without any explanation, they tied up the female Taoist priest on the ground, and then dragged him out.

Facing this situation, the dozen or so cultivators present shook their heads and did not intervene.

After these irrelevant people had retreated, the dozens of cultivators began to whisper to each other.

"The current situation is not good. Without Brother Wang Dao's magic method, how can we resist Yang Heng outside the city?"

"Who said it wasn't? This time, we thought that we could turn the tide with the help of the Laoshan faction's formation, but we didn't expect such a thing to happen."

"If you want me to say, things have come to this point, it's useless for us to stay here. Let's break up separately."

While they were grumbling, the oldest Taoist Demiao spoke up.

"Everyone, I am here to help the court under the order of my master. Although things are not going my way, I can't give up halfway."

As soon as he finished saying this, the person below was a little unhappy.

This person is none other than the middle-aged Taoist priest who stopped the Shunde Emperor just now.

"Old Daoist, it's not that we want to give up halfway, it's really that the emperor of Shunde has offended us a lot."

After he finished speaking, he calmed down the grievance in his heart, then looked at the other people with his eyes and said.

"Although Fairy Miaolian made a mistake first, the Emperor of Shunde couldn't be arrogant and wanted to send her to the teaching field department. Isn't this a slap in the face of us cultivators?"

The others nodded silently after listening.

The old Taoist priest De Miao felt a little helpless when he heard this. The Emperor Shunde was indeed a little emotional just now.

"Then what do you think we should do next? Are we really going to leave the capital?"

The people below looked at each other after listening, but they all lost their minds.

But the middle-aged Taoist said anxiously at this time: "If you want me to say that there is nothing wrong with leaving the capital, otherwise, we will face that Yang Heng tomorrow. Who will be his opponent?"

All the Taoist priests below felt reasonable after hearing it.

The old Taoist leader felt a little helpless when he heard this, and it was indeed the truth. The great powers of the earth immortals in their sects no longer existed, and the highest one was himself, the ultimate human immortal.

In this case, it is impossible to compete with Yang Heng, the great power of the Earth Immortal.

What is even more frustrating is that without the king of the Laoshan faction, it means that the formation in the capital cannot be activated. In this case, no matter how you think about it, they are all losers.

Looking at the old Taoist's appearance, the middle-aged Taoist knew that he was already a little tempted, so he continued to speak.

"Why don't we go back to the mountain and report the situation here to the elders in the mountain gate, and then the teachers in the mountain gate will make a decision."

After hearing this, everyone below felt that it made sense. It would be useless for him to stay here with their skills. If he forced to fight Yang Heng, it would be just death. It would be better to go back and report the news to the mountain gate.

So these people looked at each other one by one, but due to the concern of face, they didn't dare to ask to leave first, so they all had their own ghosts there.

In the end, the middle-aged Taoist priest stepped forward and bowed his hands to everyone present.

"Everyone, due to the change of things, I have to go back to the mountain gate to report to the master. I will bid farewell to everyone here."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of the main hall. The other people saw that this situation was no longer reserved, and each of them said goodbye.

After a while, only the old Taoist priest Demiao was left in the whole hall.

Seeing this situation, he felt that it would be useless for him to stay here any longer, so he waved his sleeves and left the hall.

But just as these people came to the gate of the palace in a panic, countless torches suddenly lit up on the walls around the palace.

Against the backdrop of the torch, a series of powerful crossbows appeared.

Seeing this situation, these Taoist priests gave a disdainful look. These crossbows may be a big killer to mortals, but to them, they are just children's toys.

The soldiers above did not wait for the people below to speak. Following an order, countless arrows flew towards the dozen or so Taoist priests like migratory locusts.

The Taoist priests below just chanted mantras or released magic weapons, and the flying arrows kept falling, and finally a layer of arrows fell around their bodies.

Just when they were proud, the second round of bows and arrows shot over again, but they still didn't care about it, thinking that they would be easily blocked by them like last time.

But with the flashes of black light, the light of those spells and magic weapons they released was penetrated at once.

Followed by successive screams.

And the old Taoist priest De Miao, who was at the end, let out a shrill cry at this time.

"Prisoner Dragon Wood?"

Chapter 639

When Yang Heng, who was hiding in the dark, heard the words "Prisoner Dragon Wood", his heart trembled.

There is a taboo topic in this foreign world, that is prison dragon wood.

This thing is not a strange species.

Instead, the dark wood is taken, and then made into arrows through the unique craftsmanship of the craftsman, and then soaked in a secret medicinal liquid for seven or seven days for 49 days.

After that, using the blood of the heinous people and the dragon blood of the people in the royal family as ink, with a unique technique, after engraving the amulet into it, and then the emperor personally worshiped for a long time, making the dynasty lucky. blend in.

Once successfully refined, this prisoner dragon wood can pose a fatal threat to practitioners.

Almost all spells and magic weapons are unable to compete with Prisoner Dragon Wood.

But this cage wood is not without its shortcomings, because every time he uses it, he will waste the dynasty's luck. If the luck is not enough, it will be used too many times, and it will even collapse the dynasty's luck golden dragon.

Because of this, the dynasties of all dynasties have regarded it as the last trump card, and it has always been treasured in the treasury of the dynasties.

Unexpectedly, at this time today, Emperor Shunde actually used it.

But it's normal to think about it, the current imperial court is already cloudy.

Outside the city, Yang Heng was staring at him. It was almost the end of the dynasty. If he didn't use the Prisoner Dragon Wood at this time, he might have no chance in the future.

Yang Heng, who was hiding in the dark, saw the heavy casualties of those cultivators below. If he didn't take action, they might all confess here.

This is not because Yang Heng has a heart of compassion, but because there is a sect behind these people, and the emperor of Shunde has reached a precarious level, completely ignoring the power represented by these sects.

But Yang Heng's purpose is to establish a new dynasty, so naturally he has to rely on these cultivation sects that have existed for countless years.

Rescuing these people now is also showing goodwill to these sects. If they are sensible, they will use the slope to get off the donkey.

After thinking of this, Yang Heng took out the ghost-shaping stick from his arms, and shook it lightly.

Billowing black smoke was released immediately from the ghost-shaping stick, and there were fierce spirits hidden in the black smoke.

However, under the cover of the night, people did not realize that the surroundings were already in danger.

But those cultivators below were much more sensitive. They used their magic tools to block the prisoner dragon wood that kept shooting, while looking into the distance in surprise.

And at this moment, the ominous spirits below finally started to move, and they blew past the soldiers who kept shooting on the floors like a gust of wind.

All the soldiers who were swept up by them immediately foamed at the mouth, twitched and fell to the ground.

Seeing this scene, the cultivators below also understood that someone was saving them, so they used various magic spells and threw them out as if they didn't want money.

Under such a two-pronged approach, the soldiers who launched the Prisoner Dragon Wood finally couldn't hold on, and quickly threw away all the equipment on their bodies, and then fled desperately to the distance.

At this moment, Yang Heng showed his figure.

The old Taoist priest De Miao, who was the leader, was shocked when he saw Yang Heng, and then a look of understanding appeared on his face.

He bowed his head and thought for a while, then cupped his hands to Yang Heng and said, "It turns out that Guoshi Yang is here, thank you for saving my life."

After speaking, he gave a deep salute.

And the surviving monks of various sects also followed the old Taoist priest to salute.

But Yang Heng waved his hand and said: "This is not a place for you to talk, you should hurry out of the city and stay. After I go to rescue that fairy girl, we can talk before it's too late."

After hearing Yang Heng's words, the old Taoist priest Demiao in charge blushed involuntarily.

In the main hall just now, he was the one who restrained Fairy Miaolian, so that Emperor Shunde could restrain her easily.

But it didn't take long for them to be tricked by the Shunde Emperor again. It's ironic to think about it now.

But now is not the time for self-criticism, he knows that this place is not safe, who knows how many prisoner dragon trees are hidden by the Shunde emperor, if he seizes the opportunity again, the remaining seven or eight people will have no chance to live.

So he was not polite anymore, just bowed his hands to Yang Heng, and disappeared into the night with a few ups and downs.

And the other few people are now following suit, and after bowing their hands to Yang Heng, they chased Taoist Demiao and disappeared.

When these people were gone, Yang Heng gently landed beside the group of corpses with a sinister smile on his lips.

These people were all human immortals before. Although they were injured by the Prisoner Dragon Wood and died unexpectedly, their spirits should still be floating around.

Yang Heng is now an expert in playing with souls, so he naturally knows that if the souls of these immortals are collected by him, it will also be a huge help.

After thinking of this, Yang Heng hurriedly gathered the seven or eight corpses that fell on the ground together, and then used their blood to draw a spell on the forehead of each corpse.

"Where do the wandering souls stay, the tombs and forests of false surprises, and now I invite the mountain god General Wudao, who is the home of the local land, to find out the real soul. Take back the possession and build up the spirit. The gate of heaven is opened, the gate of earth is opened, and the boy of thousands of miles Send the soul here. I submit to the Taishang Laojun's urgent order."

Following the chanting of Yang Heng's incantation, the incantation on the foreheads of these people began to glow a little red.

After a while, wandering figures appeared in front of Yang Heng's eyes.

Yang Heng didn't dare to be negligent, and hurriedly waved the ghost-shaping stick at these people, and a wave of rules came quickly, and these people involuntarily threw themselves into the ghost-shaping stick.

These are the souls of human beings. Although they are being held by Yang Heng in the torture stick, it is because these people have just died and their souls have been shaken, and they have not fully recovered their minds.

If Yang Heng was a quarter and a half later, these people would have a brief sobriety, and with their sect background, they might be forcibly reincarnated or reborn.

At that time, even Yang Hengzhan's supernatural powers would not be able to arrest these people in his ghost-shaping stick.

Just when Yang Heng finished these things, suddenly a burst of torches lit up outside, and then dozens of prisoner dragon trees shot at him.

But who is Yang Heng, naturally he won't let them shoot, only to see Yang Heng use his magical powers to take a step to the side, and immediately hide for dozens of feet.

Then the game of cat and mouse started, Yang Heng kept dodging, and these people kept shooting the Prisoner Dragon Wood.

After a while, these people finally stopped. It's not that they didn't want to kill Yang Heng and die, but that their prisoner Longmu had finished shooting.

At this time, Yang Heng kept his fingers, and the ghosts floating in the darkness fell down again, and those people below fled in embarrassment again at this moment.

Yang Heng smiled "hum hum", took a step forward, shook his sleeves, and all the imprisoned dragon trees that fell on the ground floated up involuntarily, and then flew in front of Yang Heng.

Afterwards, Yang Heng swept across the prisoner dragon wood, and then waved his hand, the blood-stained prisoner dragon wood immediately fell to the ground, and the intact prisoner dragon wood was received by Yang Heng in his sleeve.

Yang Heng can't use these things now, but he can also leave a treasure for his descendants to check and balance the cultivation world, saving them from having to consume their own luck to refine this thing when they can.

Then Yang Heng disappeared into the three-dimensional space with a single movement, and came to the fourth dimension.

Here, Yang Heng fiddled with the law lightly, and after a while, golden lights lit up in front of his eyes, and an image appeared within the golden light.

The image shows that the female Taoist priest Miaolian is being imprisoned in a basement.

Yang Heng smiled slightly, and took a step forward in this four-dimensional space. Under the blessing of the four-dimensional law, he fell into that dungeon in an instant.

And the Taoist priestess Miaolian was lying in a corner of the dungeon with disheveled hair.

But even though she couldn't move her body anymore, her eyes were still so clear, it seemed that she had put her own life and death aside.

But thinking about it, in the deep palace, under the watchful eyes of more than a dozen ascetics, she probably didn't think about getting out alive.

But the moment Yang Heng appeared, there was a trace of desire to survive in her eyes.

Because this female Taoist priest has already recognized Yang Heng's identity.

Yang Heng smiled and waved his hand lightly, signaling her not to speak.