While Gu Mang and the State Preceptor were fighting fiercely, the Murong Lian did not hesitate. He took the brocade pouch and retreated to Mo Xi's place with his entourage.
The distance from the main gate to the north of the city was not too far, but at this time, the flames of war were burning everywhere and the cultivators of the Burning Country were obstructing them. The Murong Lian's escape was not smooth.
Both sides were fighting with masters. The cultivators brought by the State Preceptor were the most terrifying men of sacrifice in the Burning Country. Although the Murong Lian's subordinates were also elites, they were still unable to cope with these top Black Demon cultivators. Therefore, when the Murong Lian reached the apricot forest in the suburbs of the city, his protective enchantment was already broken, and most of his entourage were also heavily injured. He did not dare to fight with the Burning Country cultivators directly, so he could only use the winding and complicated terrain of the apricot forest to avoid their pursuit.
"I've long heard that Lord Wangshu is a good-for-nothing. Not only is he brainless, but his spells are also not worth mentioning. What a joke."
The leading cultivator of the Burning Country was a female cultivator. The weapon in her hand was a tanning whip. She jumped on a branch, and the sneer from her internal energy covered the entire apricot forest. "Murong Lian, you're at the end of your rope. Where do you plan to run to?"
The Murong Lian ran and said, "Your brother likes to ride a horse when he has nothing to do. It's none of your business."
"Damned duck, you're still so stubborn even when you're about to die."
"I have a harder place. Do you want to see it?"
"You —!" The female cultivator of the Burning Country did not expect him to be so shameless. She was stunned for a moment, and then her pretty face turned red with anger. She hurriedly lashed out with her whip. "You rogue!"
The Murong Lian rode his golden flying snow horse and dodged the whip. He mocked, "I missed."
"…"
"You missed on purpose, didn't you? Is this okay? You're not seriously completing your State Preceptor's task, but flirting with me here. To be honest, I don't like your type. Although your face is not bad, your waist is too thick, and your chest is not big enough. "
"Murong Lian! I'll kill you! "
The Murong Lian rolled his eyes and said, "That's why I don't like to take women as my subordinates. Just a few words and they forget that their job is to snatch the brocade pouch and not to kill people."
The female cultivator's face contorted as if she was about to vomit blood. "I can kill people and seize the brocade pouch!"
"Sure." The Murong Lian's gaze was perfunctory. He said casually, "Baby, you're the best."
The female cultivator angrily screamed "Ah!" and hurriedly chased after her. The rest of the cultivators shouted, "Seventh Madame, calm down!!"
The Murong Lian's bodyguard shouted out: "Master, be careful!!"
Seeing the rain of whips crushing the Murong Lian's Drifting Snow Horse, he rushed forward. But because she was too angry, she rushed forward recklessly, which made it easier for the Murong Lian to dodge.
The Murong Lian did not dare to slack off. He sped up and galloped through the misty forest. When he broke through the edge of the apricot forest, he suddenly tightened his grip on the reins and shouted, "Up!"
The golden-winged Drifting Snow Horse suddenly spread its wings in this wide terrain. The wind whistled under its wings as it carried its master to the battlefield in the north of the city.
Although his flight was fast, Liao's pursuit became a straight line because of this. Several spells narrowly brushed past his body, causing people to break out in cold sweat when they saw this. As the brightly lit camp in the north of the city got closer, the Murong Lian's pursuit became more and more frantic. Just as he was about to land in front of the Northern Frontier Army, Seventh Madame's vine whip fiercely reined in the Drifting Snow Horse's hind hooves and suddenly pulled —!
The spiritual horse neighed and the Murong Lian fell from the horse's back in an instant. He fell into the mud and dust in a sorry state.
"Cough … Cough, cough, cough!"
Before he could stand up, the cultivators who were chasing him had already landed on the ground. Their eyes flashed with a sharp light — except for Seventh Madame, of course. Seventh Madame's eyes flashed with anger.
She gritted her teeth and said, "See if I don't cut off your tongue!"
The Murong Lian was a person who was born with a bad mouth. Although he fell like this, he did not forget to sneer and ridicule, "What do you want to cut it off for? To hold it in your palm and lick it every day? "
Seventh Madame was so disgusted by him that her face turned green. She was one of the guards with the highest status in the Blazing Army. Usually, people would respect her by calling her "sister" or "Seventh Madame". She had never been insulted by such words. She immediately rushed up to him and wanted to chop him into minced meat.
However, at this time, the two guards who accompanied the Murong Lian also broke out of the forest. Seeing that their master was in a critical situation, they hurriedly rushed over. When Seventh Madame was about to smash the Murong Lian with her palm, they formed a formation in front of him.
"Master, run!"
"Run!"
The Murong Lian coughed and crawled up from the ground. His fighting strength was not like this in the past, but in the past few years, he had been drinking Floating Life Like A Dream, which had eroded and damaged his spiritual power to the extreme. He glanced at the two guards, turned around, and wanted to run back to the camp with his Qiankun Bag. However, before he could run two steps, he felt a fishy taste in his lungs. He bent over and spat out a mouthful of blood.
His guards were originally arrows at the end of their flight, so they could not stop the Murong Lian. They could only buy time for him to escape. However, no one expected that the Murong Lian's Smoke Disease would act up at this time.
With a "bang", the light formation of the boundary suddenly exploded. The two guards fell to the ground with serious injuries. The demonic cultivators of the Blazing Army attacked him again!
The Murong Lian fell to the ground. His pale face was mottled with blood. He cursed inwardly and made half a hand seal with his fingertips. He was determined to risk everything and fight. However, at this time, a red wall of raging fire fell from the sky and fiercely chopped in front of the demonic cultivators!
The earth rumbled, and in an instant, clouds gathered.
The wall of fire rolled up wind and waves, and blurred orange-golden sparks splashed in all directions. On top of the wall of fire, a man in a black robe stood facing the wind. He held his staff horizontally and stepped on the flames.
"… Lord Xi He …"
Mo Xi stood on top of the billowing spiritual flames. The Swallowing Sky Scepter in his hand was shining inch by inch. With just a point, a blazing tongue of fire suddenly appeared behind him and turned into the shape of a giant whale, illuminating the nine heavens.
"In front of the Northern Frontier Army, don't think about taking another step forward." Mo Xi looked down from above. The giant whale swam and danced behind him. It had not swooped down on anyone yet, but everyone knew how terrible the Chong Hua Lord Xi He's Swallowing Sky Scepter was.
Mo Xi said coldly, "That's it."
Before the Seven Ladies and the others could answer, they heard the sound of fighting. Looking through the wall of fire, they could see that the Northern Frontier Army's cultivators were coming with their general —
Ten thousand horses galloped.
In an instant, the situation was reversed!
The Murong Lian looked back at the Chong Hua cultivators that stretched across the horizon, and then turned back to look at Mo Xi's back. He finally exhaled.
He stretched out his hand that was slightly trembling because of his smoking sickness and took out the brocade pouch that sealed the remnant soul of the Blood Scourge from his chest. He coughed a few times and said to Mo Xi unwillingly, "… This … he gave it to you. You gave him the task. "
Gu Mang's name was tainted. In front of the army, whether it was the Murong Lian or Mo Xi, no one could directly mention his name. Once they did, it would inevitably cause a riot.
However, Mo Xi's face clearly changed.
Mo Xi asked, "Where is he?"
Murong Lian moved her lips, but before she could reply, she heard an eerie and cold voice that was like a ghost using a sound amplification technique spread throughout the entire night.
"He's in my hands. Be obedient and return the brocade pouch you obtained to me. Otherwise … "
In the strange voice that sounded like a vulture, the man in the white and gold robe floated in the night. With a tap of his toes, he stood firmly on the top of the nearest banyan tree. In his hand was a limp and powerless valet Chong Hua, who had obviously fainted.
The Murong Lian was shocked. Gu Mang?!
Mo Xi was even more pale.
It's Gu Mang …
Gu Mang, who had used his killing move to buy time and had already exhausted all his magical energy …
The State Preceptor licked his lips. He had obviously gone through a fierce battle. His clothes were stained with blood, and there was a deep wound on his shoulder. However, his eyes were still so cold and calm through the veil. It could not be said that he was not anxious, but there was a very strange calmness engraved in his bones, as if he had already experienced waves that ordinary people would never experience.
The State Preceptor smiled coldly, "Otherwise, Lord Xi He. I will definitely let you know what it means to regret it too late. "
At this time, Meng Ze also came with her Red Plume Battalion. She was dressed in a black and gold robe embroidered with a python, and her black hair was tied up high. Tens of thousands of people and horses followed behind her. Seeing such a confrontation, she said in shock, "What's going on?"
Mo Xi pursed his lips and did not answer her. His line of sight did not move away from Gu Mang for even half an inch, and the brilliance of the scepter in his hand burned brighter.
The State Preceptor saw that Gu Mang was about to make a killing move. He lifted Gu Mang up, transformed a dagger and pressed it against Gu Mang's neck, and then smiled sweetly, "Oh, do you want to make a move? Do you want to be faster than my blade or your magic? "
Mo Xi said coldly, "Let him go!"
"Well said, well said." The State Preceptor said lazily, "What's the use of keeping him in my hands? I only want that brocade pouch. You give me the item, and I give you the person. It's a fair trade. Don't tell me he's not worth this price in your eyes? "
The surroundings gradually quieted down. Whether it was the commanders or the soldiers, they all silently stared at the extremely strange situation in front of them.
They could not be blamed for feeling strange. They had followed Lord Xi He to the north and south for so many years, and Lord Xi He had never wasted any words and directly started a battle. But today's situation was indeed strange. Whether it was Lord Wangshu, the State Preceptor of Liao, or their stepfather, everyone seemed to be speaking in riddles.
What brocade pouch?
What was the identity of this captured attendant?
Why could the State Preceptor use him to threaten Lord Xi He in front of the battle?
Gradually, the tens of thousands of horses fell silent, and the battlefield that was filled with cultivators became terrifyingly quiet. Almost everyone's gaze converged on these people, waiting for Mo Xi's response.
The State Preceptor pressed the tip of the dagger against Gu Mang's face, and raised his lowered head. The mask covering Gu Mang's face was already stained with blood. The State Preceptor said, "Lord Xi He, how long do you think he can last in this situation? Obediently give me the brocade pouch in your hand. Don't wait until he breathes his last, and then you will regret it! "
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