Creation Color Master

Under Yan Yonghe's treatment, not only did General Longxiang regain consciousness, but all the injured soldiers were also treated, and 70% of them recovered directly.

This increased the number of combat troops at Hanyang Pass and laid the foundation and preparation for future wars.

In the evening, Zhao Pu held a banquet and invited them to thank Zhang Jue and Yan Yonghe for their help. The next day, the two men declined Zhao Pu's repeated attempts to stay, left Hanyang Pass, and their whereabouts are unknown.

Not long after Zhang Jue and his companion left, a soldier sneaked past the patrolling guards and came to a corner of Hanyang Pass, where he released a carrier pigeon.

At Qianyan Pass, the soldiers who received the news hurriedly reported to the shaman.

Looking at the soldiers kneeling on the ground, the Barbarian Witch said angrily: "What did you say? There is actually someone who can break my blood-sucking demon army formation."

The soldier nodded repeatedly and said, "According to the news from the spy, not only that, but even the enemy country's General Long Xiang's injuries have been healed."

The barbarian witch widened his eyes and said in disbelief: "What did you say? The kid who was severely injured by me is now healed. Did someone from the medical family take action?"

The soldier said, "According to the information from the spy, there are two people, a Taoist priest and a doctor, who are both very capable and have extraordinary skills. It took only half a quarter of an hour for the Taoist priest to appear at Hanyang Pass and break the formation."

Upon hearing this, the barbarian witch overturned the table filled with rare fruits and vegetables in front of him and said with gritted teeth, "Where are these two people now? Let the spies find out clearly and win them over or kill them at all costs."

The soldier knelt on the ground and trembled, saying, "Shaman, those two have left. No one knows where they went."

The barbarian witch yelled, "Let the secret agents investigate for me. They are a bunch of rubbish. They can't even do this. What's the point of having them?"

No one could have imagined that Zhang Jiao and his companion would return to the battlefield again, ready to take advantage of the situation.

In the theater, Chu Mo naturally knew all of this. He drank a sip of tea and looked at the pond again. Only then did he discover that there were many small fish swimming in the pond. He realized that the Qingtian carp had reproduced successfully. When the small fish grew up, they would be eaten by the Qingtian carp.

Chu Mo really likes delicious food, and his mood for the day has become a little better.

In a mansion in Fuyun City, Liufeng County, a beautiful woman was crying and complaining to a middle-aged man. She said, "Brother, Shen Tian died tragically. I don't believe in the Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts. It's all caused by that theater."

The middle-aged man frowned, looking gloomy, and did not say anything.

Sun Lianjun is a member of the Fuyun City Defense Army. He has managed to get a position as a commander with a hundred men under him. He is also Shen Tian's sworn brother. Shen Tian saved his life, and he is also Shen Tian's backer.

Seeing that Sun Lianjun didn't say anything, the beautiful woman said in a more miserable voice: "Brother, you can't just ignore us. Shen Tian died so tragically. How can I live like this?"

Sun Lianjun said in a deep voice: "Okay, you go back first. Although I have the position of commander, my primary responsibility is to patrol and guard the city. Moreover, the Wang family has absolute power in Yong'an Town. Mr. Wang is a military man, so I can't reach too far. You go back first. I will think about it carefully and will definitely avenge Brother Shen Tian."

The beautiful woman seemed to have achieved her goal, so she said goodbye and left.

Sun Lianjun pondered for a moment, took out a pen and paper, wrote a letter, called his men to hand the letter to him, gave them a few more instructions, and left.

At the counter of the Hundred Beasts Gang in Floating Cloud City, a man dressed as a servant swaggered in, but the gang members didn't pay any attention to him as they were used to it.

Every time Sun Lianjun delivered a message, he would ask his men to come in disguise.

In the lobby, several hall masters were discussing something, but the servant pushed the door open and said to the leader, "King Tiger, the master asks you to gather a team of people and go to Yong'an Town to kill a man." Then he threw a scroll to Li Hu.

Li Hu opened it and took a look, then threw the scroll to his men without a care in the world.

The servant sneered and said, "Tiger King, don't blame me for not reminding you, the target is not that simple, even the master's sworn brother died in his hands."

Li Hu laughed and said, "That loser Shen Tian has been drained of his body by women. I am not that loser. Ghost Fox, take War Wolf, Crazy Lion and your brothers and go."

Below, a man with a gloomy face stood up and said, "Ghost Fox obeys your command."

On the other side, Wang Xin also came to Floating Cloud City. The difference was that the place he came to was like a market, filled with hawking sounds.

Not only can you find many strange and weird things here, but even slaves are part of the people's trade here.

When they came to an alley, a dilapidated ancient temple appeared. Wang Xin hurried forward and knocked on the door, five long and five short knocks. This was the secret code his friend told him.

Soon, a young man in black opened the temple door and looked at the other party in confusion.

Wang Xin quickly handed over a blood-colored token and said, "The blood mist is everywhere, and murderous intent is shrouded."

The young man in black said, "Please follow me, sir."

After saying that, he stepped aside to let Wang Xin in. After carefully looking around the alley to make sure no one was following him, he quickly closed the temple door.

In the backyard, the young man in black took Wang Xin to a dry well, handed a lantern that had been lit at some point to Wang Xin, and said, "After you go in, someone will take you away. Be careful not to resist."

After saying that, he left, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

Wang Xin stretched the lantern toward the well mouth. Looking at the dark and frightening deep well, Wang Xin closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, gritted his teeth and jumped in.

Before Wang Xin could react, he felt a ghost-like hand grabbing his shoulder. When he was about to resist, he remembered the black-clothed boy's instructions and closed his eyes.

The Blood Killing Sect, according to legend, is controlled by members of the royal family and is spread throughout the entire martial arts world. Even the legends of dynasties such as the Ancient Barbarians show that it has influence throughout the country. It is an organization of assassins. As long as you can come up with gold, there will be no such sect as the Blood Killing Sect.

There are many killers inside, divided into four levels: Black Iron, Silver, Gold, and Jade. Black Iron means that the assassination target is at the first level or below, and a payment of 100,000 taels of gold is required.

Silver means that if the target of assassination is at the second level or below, one million taels of gold must be paid.

Gold represents that the target of assassination is at the third realm or below, and a payment of 10 million taels of gold is required.

Jade means that the target of assassination is at level four or below, and a payment of 100 million taels of gold is required.

So far, there has been no situation where Feicui has been asked to take action. One hundred million taels of gold is equivalent to a hundred years of tax revenue for the entire Xiayang Dynasty. No one is stupid enough to spend that money to kill someone.

A huge conspiracy is quietly approaching, and Chu Mo is still leisurely drinking tea in the stone pavilion.

On the battlefield, Zhang Jue was holding a spiritual object that he had just found in the pocket of a corpse, a transparent crystal.

Zhang Jiao shot out a spiritual power, and changes occurred inside the crystal. It seemed as if a person raised his hand and shouted, and millions of believers below responded in unison, gathering their faith as if they were worshiping a god.

As if to verify what he was thinking, Zhang Jiao handed the crystal to Yan Yonghe and injected the same spiritual power into it.

Suddenly, the crystal stone underwent new changes. An old man holding a bamboo stick appeared, observing, smelling, asking, and feeling the patient's pulse. One by one, the patients got better and were worshipped by people.

Zhang Jue laughed loudly upon seeing this and said, "Wuji Xuanjing, we are really lucky this time. After we go back, I will set up the formation, and we will have a place to stand in the future."