General Han was too anxious when he came, and he was snatching the wind and clouds ahead, so the more than ten personal guards were still behind him.

When they arrived, they happened to see them struck by Zhang Yan with a purple-sky divine thunder, and they fell into ashes. This scene shocked them very much. After shouting, they flew back desperately.

Zhang Yan stood in the air with his hands behind his back. He knew that Han Suyi led people to surround him in the back. These monsters could not escape at all, so he did not chase him.

The people in the city below saw him descending from the sky. With his hands raised, they ordered the thunder to wipe out the monsters. They thought that the real immortals from heaven came down to earth, and they knelt down and worshiped each other, shouting "gods" and kowtowed there.

Prefect Yang was also very excited and shouted: "The sky will never stop me. If you have such immortals to help you, you will be able to protect the safety of the people of Chuizhou. Master Jiang, please take me forward and I want to pay homage to this immortal."

At this time, Jiang Zheng seemed to be stunned when he saw Zhang Yan. Prefect Yang called him a few times, and before he came to his senses, he suddenly moved the Xuanguang, and arrived in front of Zhang Yan, suddenly knelt down on Yun's head, and choked and said, "What's the pleasure of brother Jiang Zheng? Today I see the teacher's fairy face again."

After saying that, he bent down and bowed respectfully, and kowtowed three times.

Zhang Yan's eyes came over, looked at him, and said strangely: "Are you the young man that day?"

Seeing that the master still remembered himself, Jiang Zheng was excited and bowed again, saying, "Yes, it's my brother."

Zhang Yan looked at him again, nodded, and sighed: "You have no one to give me advice, and it is extremely rare to practice today."

On the same day, Long River broke its dam, and Jiang Zheng and the people from the same village were trapped on a hill. Zhang Yan happened to pass by that day, so he rescued the dozens of people, and saw that he was still good and had some spirituality, so he specially gave him a talisman.

It was this talisman that allowed Jiang Zheng to see the path of practicing Taoism.

Unlike the methods of practicing Taoism among ordinary people, the methods given by Zhang Yan not only have methods of cultivation, but also talk about where he obtained the jade liquid Huachi where he opened his meridians. There was such an extra guide. He could open the meridians and break the gate after Condensing the Yuan Dynasty.

Later, while walking around the world, he bumped into a cave of his ancestors, and he was able to cultivate to the current level of mysterious light.

Prefect Yang was not surprised to see this. It turned out that the Taoist was Taoist Jiang's teacher. He secretly felt that it was the immortal who thought that his disciple was in trouble and came to rescue him. He couldn't help but secretly complained about his luck.

He looked at Zhang Yan carefully. Although the immortal prince looked only twenty years old, he knew in his heart that such a person who flew to the sky and called for thunder could not be judged by his appearance. This young and perhaps a hundred-year-old god.

He took care of his clothes and bowed, "Thank you, the Immortal Lord, for protecting the lives of the people in the city. I wonder what the Immortal Lord calls him?"

Zhang Yan smiled slightly. He did not answer, but said, "Are you the prefect of this place?"

Prefect Yang hurriedly bowed and said, "It's just that."

Zhang Yan looked calm and said, "You go and comfort the people in the city. As long as you don't leave the city, I can protect them without any trouble."

Prefect Yang bowed to Zhang Yan’s great gift and said with great admiration: “The Taoist master is above the heart of heaven. Yang thanked the people of Chuizhou for doing this kind of good deed.”

He made a decision in his heart and said, "If this immortal master can stop this disaster and pass, I must find a painter to offer him a gift and ensure that the incense will last forever."

At the same time, Han Suyi had driven Xingshu Feigong to the heads of the demons.

In addition to her, there were about fifty brothers sitting or standing under the main hall of the Flying Palace. They looked at the monsters below and were eager to try.

These are all her Han clan and her disciples. She followed her to kill the demon tribe in exchange for merit.

Han Suyi turned her eyes and swept downwards, and she became scheming in her heart. She turned her wrist and took out a flag of formation and said, "Zheng Wan, take more brothers and go there for hundreds of miles in the east and west directions, and set up a formation there."

Listening to her, a girl with good looks came forward to take the order. She moved quickly and ticked more than twenty brothers in one breath, and then took them out of the palace to arrange the order.

A confidant maid beside Han Suyi said strangely: "Mom, why don't you lock all sides together?"

It is not difficult to defeat these little monsters, but if they scatter and scatter into the mountains and forests, it will be difficult to eradicate and will cause great harm.

Han Suyi was so careful that he said: "I see that demon king still has some skills. The battle between trapped beasts is fierce and difficult. I am not as good as Du and Xiao, the two senior brothers, have great achievements, and are not as good as Chen clan as the support of Senior Brother Huo. It is not easy for these sects to train. Now that the demon disaster is coming, we must preserve some vitality and not lose it here. There is a way out ahead, so these monsters will not fight with us here."

The maid looked suddenly, and she seemed to understand, and suddenly smiled, saying, "It's just that when my mother comes, Master Zhang's place is afraid that it will be difficult. He is not like us. He has to come here alone, for fear of being in a mess."

Han Suyi shook her head lightly and said, "You are wrong. I have seen Junior Brother Zhang's ability in the competition. Just watch, these monsters will definitely not be able to pass his level."

The demon king Quan and the demon generals had already gathered together to guard the demon generals and were preparing to lead their troops to fight to the death. It was seen that the people sent by Mingcang were not in a hurry to come up and attack, but instead dispersed. However, they were stunned. As Han Suyi expected, he lost his mind of entanglement and did not even think about what the other party wanted, so he shouted: "My sons, come with me to cross the river."

Where they are located is an open land with nowhere to escape. If they fight here, they will definitely suffer a loss. But as long as they enter the city of Renjian, he does not believe that the Mingcang Sect can still attack without restraint. At that time, they can also dismiss their subordinates and flee separately, or often in deserted mountains and wilderness, or to densely populated places, so they will not be fully killed here.

At this moment, the more than ten personal guards of General Han escaped and shouted with a sad face: "Prince, General Han, General Han..."

General Han was Him Him. Thinking of the flying palace that he had crossed over before, he suddenly felt something was wrong and said sternly: "What's wrong with General Han?"

"General Han was struck to death by a Taoist thunder."

The demons were afraid of thunder techniques, and Quanhe was also shocked when he heard it, but then he asked again: "Is it just one person? Do you see clearly?"

The personal guard said, "Yes, there is only one person."

Quanhe suddenly felt a sense of hope in his heart. Since there was only one Taoist blocking the way ahead, it was better than dealing with hundreds of Xuanmen monks behind him. No matter how powerful the opponent's magical power was, he would lead dozens of personal guards to join him. Without seeking to kill the enemy, he could always force him to retreat and rush out a way for his subordinates to survive.

After he made up his mind, he waved his hand and issued an order to move forward. Among the tens of thousands of people, he heard the rumbling drums and tens of thousands of demons shouted, jumped into the Long River and rushed towards the opposite bank.

The fierce momentum, the rolling demon clouds made Yang Taishou and his subordinates all changed their color. I couldn't help but worry that Zhang Yan could stop him.

When Zhang Yan saw this scene, he couldn't help but smile and said, "Senior Sister Han can let go."

Han Suyi’s treatment is not good, but it can be said to be just a matter of nature and can’t find any mistakes.

If these demons really rushed over from him and were rampant in ordinary places, this woman would have to bear the cause and effect.

She firmly believed that Zhang Yan could resist these tens of thousands of monsters with a positive force, so she used this method.

Zhang Yan laughed, used his magical power to move, and took a step to the bank of Long River, sat in the air. He shook his shoulders slightly, and said, "Get up!"

Only a loud noise was heard, a light of water from the extreme of the sky flashed from behind, and endless waves seemed to roll in between, lying across the river.

After breaking through the shell gate, his magic power has more than doubled. At this moment, the true light only came out and spread out more than a thousand feet. Moreover, the water was full of water, and it was full of inspiration, which made the water of the Long River stir up like a tide and rolling like a boil.

The demon cultivators who crossed the river were ignorant and had great magical powers. They actually cried and bumped into them. How could this shake the water light? In the blink of an eye, they fell into it. In just a moment, more than a hundred demon cultivators disappeared.

Seeing that there were still demon cultivators on the side of him who had reached the ashore, and had not yet entered the trap, Zhang Yan shouted and activated the first-grade golden elixir he had cultivated. The magic tricks that flowed around him instantly turned into true lights, and they kept the fish that had escaped from the net and circled them together.

With his full force, this true light once again expanded more than a thousand feet, and the momentum stopped. The sound of water between heaven and earth was loud, and the sound of tides and waves were full of tides. If he had not seen the person who cast his spell with his own eyes, it would have been suspected that Longhe had really broken the dike.

With him blocking this, the demon tribes would fall into as much as they came. Seeing that Yang Taishou and others were amazed, they called it a magic method.

Jiang Zheng was also dazzled and confused. He walked around the mundane world and was exposed to many casual cultivators. He intuitively felt that the teacher who preached the Dharma that day was unusual, and he was probably a monk from several legendary sects. Today, he saw this scene and firmly believed in this idea.

The demon king Quanhe changed his face when he saw it. A demon general beside him persuaded him: "Master, this Taoist is so powerful, why don't we go back and fight?"

Quan He had a serious expression. When he saw Zhang Yan's method, he knew that the other party was not a good match. No wonder he dared to stop him alone.

But if this Taoist man is not eliminated, his subordinates will have no way out. He gritted his teeth and said, "Can you go back? There is only one way to die when you go back! It's just one person, what are you afraid of!"

While he was talking, Han Suyi saw Zhang Yan making such a big move, and she also came out of the flying palace. With a pinch of the magic trick, jade clouds on her body kept flying out, like a stream of water dripping in the spring, without breaking. In a moment, she covered the clear sky of several miles. She pointed down, and these clouds and smokes drooped down one after another, chasing the tails of the tens of thousands of demons, rolling them up one after another.

The little monsters were caught in without knowing it. After the colorful clouds floated past, they saw them lying down on the ground in large areas.

This is one of the magical magic of Mingcang School, called "Fantasy Cloud Jade Smoke".

This magical power is particularly good at fighting in groups. Anyone who is stained with jade smoke and whose cultivation is poor will immediately block the five senses of spiritual sense and faint on the spot.

Even if a person with high cultivation is covered with light smoke, if he cannot break the method of cracking it, he will be blind and deaf within a moment or three moments, and will not distinguish between the east, west, south and north, and can only be slaughtered by his opponent. If he does not go, even if his magic power is high, he will have nowhere to use it.

Seeing this scene, Quanhe was extremely shocked and angry. There were powerful enemies in front and behind. The tribe was about to be destroyed. At this moment, he could no longer think about it.

He roared, and the roar rang straight into the sky. He pressed his hand and suddenly raised his body up to thirty feet, stepped forward, crossed Longhe in just one step, raised his huge palm like a mountain, and slapped Zhang Yan.

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…(To be continued)

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