The battlefield is out of control.

Longpo, Fengyuan, Zuocheng.

Longpo fell first, followed by Fengyuan.

Only the main city of the Zuo family is left alone.

In front of the city gate, Zuo Xing was riding a dragon-headed horse, accompanied by a deer man, a laborer and a hundred other people.

Zuo Xing wore an indigo mask, and hundreds of evil spirits were summoned by him.

He breathed out poisonous smoke and held a bronze dagger in his hand.

The surrounding battlefield formed a dead end.

Phew!

A strong wind blew from the sky.

The red wind blows away hundreds of meters of poisonous gas.

Everyone looked up and saw a strange man with square blue eyes and feathers swooping down on a white crane.

The white crane chirped, the wind roared, and the poisonous gas blew away.

The man was holding a red lacquered bow and drew it empty.

Bang!

The red essence gathered into an arrow and pointed directly at Zuo Xing's head.

Cang!

There were bursts of green mist, and several beautiful maids held shields to block the arrows.

"Wu Zhi, it turns out it's you, bastard." Zuo Xing sneered.

Wu Zhi is the head of the Wu family, and his elder brother is a senior official in the state of Jing.

Calling him a hybrid is not an insult. Yuren without wings are basically mixed blood. In order to have Yuren blood, the Wu family sacrificed their women to Yu Qing, giving birth to Wu Zhi, the only mixed blood.

Hearing Zuo Xing's words, Wu Zhi smiled and said:

"The mouth is very hard. I hope it will be this hard when the head is cooked in the cauldron."

“Let’s wait and see!”

The feathered man fights with the ghost.

Under Zuo Xing's sacrificial ritual, many ancestors of the Zuo family came to help.

In the Jingshui area, many saints secretly watched this battle.

Zhang family.

Zhang Qi led his men to break through the wall.

"I surrender! I surrender!"

The head of the Zhang family, Zhang Qi’s second uncle Zhang Ji, was wearing white mourning clothes and led the family clan elders out to greet him.

Zhang Qi held a long sword and walked forward slowly, followed closely by his disciple Xiong Ying.

Looking at the gray-haired old man in front of him, Zhang Qi had a hard time understanding what he meant.

It’s been more than ten years.

The hatred of that year is still in my heart.

I'm afraid that if this guy dies, there will be no place for revenge.

"Do you still remember me?"

Zhang Qi stepped forward.

Zhang Ji couldn't help but scream when he saw the slightly familiar facial features.

"You are the evil one..."

"Say, why don't you say anything?"

Zhang Qi drew his long sword and walked step by step towards the enemy in front of him and the elder who was helping the tyrant to perpetrate his crimes.

"I have surrendered! You cannot kill prisoners!"

Undeclared war and killing prisoners seems to be a moral issue, and it also involves reputation.

In this era of mutual annexation, others can use this excuse to attack you.

Any time, any place.

Dayi merchants have repeatedly launched campaigns against neighboring countries, mostly using this excuse.

"Haha, I am a barbarian, why should I follow your rules?"

Poof!

One cut.

Zhang Ji's head fell to the ground.

The knife is coated with special blood so that he cannot return to his soul after death.

"Everyone is coming! Kill them all!"

"Yes!"

At this moment, Zhang Qi has completely broken away from traditional etiquette. In the words of scholar-bureaucrats, he has become a barbarian.

His life-long goal is only expansion and continuous expansion.

If one generation doesn’t work, then use two generations; if three generations doesn’t work, then use ten generations or one hundred generations.

What happened to his sister made him understand the terror of witches and ghosts in this world.

Only the righteous gods of heaven and earth like the Underworld Lord can bring happiness to the people.

Qunyu Mountain is located in the lower reaches of Jingshui River.

This mountain is surrounded by colorful miasma all year round, with lush vegetation and beautiful scenery.

But everyone in this area knows the horror of this mountain.

The colorful mist here is the evil miasma emitted by miscellaneous jade. Living things will die if they smell it, so the vegetation is prosperous, but there are no living creatures.

There is a strange mountain-shaped stone on the top of the mountain. The stone is flesh-colored and the black lines on it look like a waterfall on the top of the mountain.

A hundred-foot white cloud floats in the sky.

Wow...

It started to rain under the white clouds.

At this time, the mountain and stone patterns converge into an ink human face.

"I said, little girl, can you stop raining on me and change your place?"

The voice is old, with a hint of helplessness.

"Yeah, you can talk."

The clouds made a little girl's silver bell sound, which was a little shy.

"If you don't know how to speak, what will you do if people see you in the light?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

The white clouds are slightly red and floating in the sky.

The two creatures watched the show at the foot of the mountain.

"Hey, why is this?" Bai Yun was puzzled.

Isn’t it good to be free? It has to be this way.

"Greed, desire, human beings are too complicated, little girl, stop moving."

The sight of stones makes me tired.

"Okay, are you here every day?"

The ink man rolled his eyes and asked: "What do you think?"

"Yes, you have no feet and you can't fly..."

"..."

"Aren't you bored alone?"

"It's okay. Who said I'm lonely? I can enjoy the bright moon in the mountains and the cool breeze in the sky. There is no mundane noise. I can just sit and watch the clouds rise and fall. Wouldn't it be nice?"

"Oh, it seems like..."

"Learn slowly."
To be continued...