These two people were only the vanguard. Behind them came a dozen more knights, led by a young man wearing armor, Jian Nu. He sat on a red dragon steed. He did not go near Zhenren Luo and the others, but stopped a few miles away. The young man Jian Nu did not seem to practice spells, but he was skilled in martial arts. Looking at them from afar, his eyes were bright, and it was obvious that he was close to mastering martial arts.
The few people following behind him seemed to be his attendants, and they were also martial artists. They whispered into the young man Jian Nu's ear, "Master, with your noble status, it's better not to get close to those Han people who know spells. Just let the servants do everything!"
The young man Jian Nu also had some courage, and shouted, "This time we followed Great Master Galedan Xi Lutu, how can we be afraid? The Qiao family is just a dog raised by our Golden Warriors. We are not afraid when they are alive, so what is there to worry about when they are dead? As for those Han people who know spells, our Golden Warriors have conquered the Han land several times, and captured their people. Last time, even their capital was almost destroyed, but we did not see their masters come out. Although the Han people are very smart, they are cowardly and have no courage. They are the natural servants of our warriors. I am the 14th Beilei, the Golden Warriors Barutu, what do I have to fear? "
When he said that, he intentionally waved his horsewhip in the direction of Zhenren Luo, showing his contempt. He spoke in Manchu, and although he was not far away, Zhenren Luo did not hear him clearly, thinking that he was just greeting him. In a humble manner, he slightly bowed, which was considered a half salute, and the knights following behind him laughed wildly.
Those barbarian knights who could not even recognize words laughed and spoke in their tribe's dialect. They said everything, and their words were full of insults.
The few priests and barbarian masters dressed as wizards also laughed together, but they still knew the power of the Central Plains' Qi cultivators, so they did not dare to say anything directly.
Wang Ming naturally understood the barbarian language. When he heard their words, he could not help but turn pale. He pulled the reins gently and signaled the horses to fall back with his eyes. His right hand was placed on the He Feather Sword at his waist. It was obvious that he was ready to kill. The barbarian monk floating in the air had been paying attention to him. When he saw this, he pressed down the cloud and stood in front of Wang Ming.
At this moment, even if Zhenren Luo was a fool, he knew that these Tartars did not have good intentions, and what they said was not good either. Even though his face was ashen, he still forced himself to persuade, "They are only a group of ordinary people. Right now, the important matter of exterminating the demon is more important. You must not cause trouble, lest you ruin the important matter."
Seeing that Wang Ming's flattery was about to move, he hurriedly stopped him. "Fellow Daoist, please consider the bigger picture. You mustn't argue with these barbarians. Our Central Plains is a land of etiquette, we have our own tolerance …"
Wang Ming's face couldn't help but turn red as he shouted, "Go to hell with the big picture! Don't all the dukes in the imperial court use this as an excuse to let those Tartars kidnap the people of our Central Plains? People like you keep saying that you should consider the big picture and sacrifice the lives of millions of people in Zhili, Henan, Shandong, and other places to protect their glory, splendor, wealth, and rank! "
"When it comes to their interests, it will be an unforgivable crime, and even a hundred deaths will not be enough to excuse it. At this time, why don't you think about the big picture? For the big picture of the Great Ming Dynasty, I think it's best to kill eighty percent of the world's rich and powerful officials. I can't wait to eradicate all of you stupid insects. I only hate that I don't have enough power to reverse the situation and rebuild it! "
His scolding almost caused Zhenren Luo to fall out with him on the spot. Even though Zhenren Luo had a good temper, he couldn't help but blush with shame and anger. He glared fiercely at Wang Ming and said, "Boy!" Then he waved his sleeves and stepped aside, no longer stopping him.
The young girl following behind Zhenren Luo couldn't help but scold, "My grandfather stopped you out of goodwill. They have so many people over there, you're just going to die if you go alone. You really don't know what's good for you!" At this time, Wang Ming had already galloped away on his horse. The young girl shouted at his back, "We are cultivators, how can we use spells to kill mortals …"
Before he could finish his sentence, one of the Toutuo descended a dark cloud and threw out a cloud of Yin Fire, which covered the sky and covered the earth towards Wang Ming. With a loud hum, a ray of yellow light came out from Wang Ming's Aperture of Nostrils. With just one light, the Barbarian Monk lost his balance on the cloud and almost fell down.
The Yin Fire burned towards Wang Ming, but it was taken away by a gourd on his body. In a flash, he was already close to the Barbarian Monk. A white light shot out from his waist. He wielded the Crane Feather Sword and controlled the sword light to attack the Barbarian Monk. At this time, the Barbarian Monk was affected by the Desolate Divine Light released by the Mysterious Yellow Worm. He felt dizzy and felt his temples swelling, and his heart was filled with warning. He quickly shouted, "Bo 'er Jin, save me!"
The demon beside him raised his demon banner, and a gust of evil wind blew towards Wang Ming with black sand. Wherever it went, the vegetation turned black, and the insects turned into pus. It was obvious that it was also highly poisonous. Wang Ming wielded the Mysterious Yellow Worm and made it hover above his head. The yellow light came down to protect him, and he continued to attack the Barbarian Monk.
At this time, the other demons also reacted. The barbarians behind the Fourteenth Beilei shouted, "How dare you!" "You're courting death!" They also slapped the gourd on their waist, and either spat out a black fork or released a poisonous smoke, all of them attacking Wang Ming. At the side, River Styx had been watching the battle for a long time. He wanted to test Wang Ming's ability a little, and when he saw this situation, he secretly activated Demon Corpse Qiao Si's murderous nature.
A circle of blood light also appeared behind his head, and it followed the force of the netherworld in the void to attack.
At this time, the demon god statue in the sky above Qiao Fortress suddenly solidified and turned into a black cloud that covered the sky and earth. Qiao Si's resentful roar came from inside, "Wang Ming, you've caused me to be like this, I'm going to refine you into a living corpse, and you'll never be able to reincarnate!" He didn't distinguish between friend and foe, and he sucked all the people around him into the formation. He laughed madly, "All of you, turn into my blood food!"
River Styx used this chance to use the black gas to cover himself, using it to fall into the Qiao Fortress. The other people couldn't stand still, and were covered by the Seven Fiend Yin Corpse Formation's Yin, Death, Cold, Yang, Blood, Demon, and Ghost Qi. Endless demonic thoughts appeared in front of them, and when they were hooked by the evil qi, their souls wanted to leave their bodies. When they breathed in, there was a fishy and fragrant smell. Just smelling it made their souls feel dizzy, and their bodies almost stiffened to death. They had no choice but to be wrapped up in the Seven Fiend Yin Corpse Formation.
The group of Jian Nu knights received the most attention from Chen Ang, and they directly fell into the encirclement of the several hundred Yin Corpses. After two rounds, several people were torn to pieces, and the Yin Corpses chewed on their guts and brains. Only the Fourteenth Beilei was protected by two demons with magic power. Although he was scared to the point of going crazy, he was still able to hold on.
River Styx divided a bit of his attention to manage the situation in Qiao Fortress, but most of his attention was focused on Yuantu and Avici's two swords flying a thousand miles away. He followed the spirit energy that was protecting the Fourteenth Beilei's group to kill them.
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