The cold light of several willow leaves flew around the round tent

There was a slight sizzling sound in the air, as gently as sharp scissors cutting through the silk cloth, causing the fibers to break.

The cold light flickers, like bubbles extinguishing with the sound, scattering light everywhere.

The black smoke rising from the round tent sometimes bared its teeth and claws, sometimes leaped like a python, and the impact made the willow leaves tremble endlessly, causing large ripples.

"Lou Guan, the people from Maoshan didn't show up, but they asked you idiots to come over and die."

The tone is weird, like a foreigner speaking Chinese, but with a cold murderous intent.

This is a very different Hu man, and his clothes are extraordinarily luxurious.

The grassland sacrificial troupe, extraordinary warlocks among the Hu people, is also the backbone of the guarding sacrificial vessels

The bone staff in his hand was shiny when touched, and the staff was decorated with various furs and stone beads.

As he spoke, the black smoke suddenly expanded, scattering the cold light and scattering it around the plain with a swipe.

A group of prairie priests were dressed in linen, silk, and leather clothes stacked in layers. Their bodies were slightly bloated, and each held a staff.

Suddenly...

This sudden attack on Tongtian's family finally failed.

After several threats, the wind gradually subsided, the surrounding clouds dispersed, and there were already traces of Cong Lun-shou and the giant dragon.

The staff flew back to the priest's hand, and the force was so weak that I staggered and almost fell.

"The Central Plains is a pasture. You can come when you want and leave when you want."

The barbarian priest flew out a staff and stabbed directly at the front and back of Cong Lun's hand.

Yin Jiuyi stopped behind Mao Mingyue and spoke politely.

The barbarian priests' hearts trembled, and they cast spells one after another to wrap themselves up, like bubbles in a violent storm.

At the end of the horizon, there was a scream.

A group of sharp white threads are entangled with each other in the furnace, rolling around and whisking the dust, making a sizzling sound of breaking through the air.

The Tang army soldier urged, "The opportunity can be lost. If they take the opportunity to destroy Liu Ye's main force, and wait for the King of Qin to counterattack, their last chance to take over the Central Plains will be gone in a blink of an eye."

Amid the shouts, the cold light returned, and in the blink of an eye the sky was filled with soft willow leaves.

The copper furnace buzzed and vibrated, and the white wire suddenly jumped out and hit the staff, making a clanging sound.

"They are not born as lambs, but as calves, and they still try to use your tribe of barbarians for personal gain. It is simply ridiculous."

A figure staggered out, turned around and left.

The reply of the barbarian sacrifice reached the ears of his companions

The figure of Cong Lunshou gradually emerged, and I held the copper stove in my hand.

Suddenly, Mao Mingyue unfolded the Dunjia Heavenly Book in his hand and heard a warm male voice.

Cong Lunshou's voice came out of the clouds and spoke to the sacrificial group in ventriloquism from afar.

Not a single Tongtian family was destroyed. Was it the Tang people or the Xia people who took action? It doesn’t matter, they are all people from the Central Plains.

In the wind, there was a vague sound of Tang Junshu shouting, "How can they imagine the envoy's magical powers?"

The barbarian priests were too lazy to talk nonsense with me and raised their staffs one after another to disperse the surrounding clouds.

"Sure enough, the barbarians are cunning and cruel, and they are full of tricks."

The barbarian priest lifted up Facun and rubbed it towards the ground, causing waves of air to surge.

There was a faint thunder in the clouds, the sound of whales sucking water, and the violent sound of wind without rhythm.

The barbarian priest took off a ball of fur from the head of his staff, blew out white breath, closed his eyes and recited a mantra

"Taiyi Divine Man, the situation is critical now. We must borrow the power of Qin Qi Sect's Dunjia to turn defeat into victory."

Maitreya messengers and barbarian sacrificial groups, who are not yet Taoist and Buddhist, are fighting openly and secretly, killing each other at every step, it is too safe!

The remaining members of the sacrificial group are surrounding a vast cloud layer like a grassland.

The rest of the barbarian priests saw this and raised their staffs in unison, aiming at the Tang army's hands from all directions.

Cong Lunhui screamed, "Master, why?"

Hearing those words, the barbarian priests laughed.

The mountain suddenly opened its eyes, it was a sleeping dragon, its small eyes glowing with anger.

You are determined to have a hand in that incident.

However, in front of me, a raised mountain range vaguely appeared, which turned out to be a living dragon.

"But they kept their promise and only cared about killing and looting. Why did they retreat to the main force of Liuye for so long?"

The raging wind shrank and squeezed around the round tent, crushing the black smoke at all times, and falling large particles.

The current Maitreya belongs to the violent sect of Buddhism, but he was sealed in the bronze statue by Yin Jiuyi and had to wait seventy years before he was born.

"Why did the Messenger of Maitreya come?"

"Grassland Sacrifice Group, you have kept your promise and released the pass from the grassland south to the Central Plains."

However, if there is a response from the other side, what will happen to the scroll?

"Hoo!"

We looked at each other a few times after hearing this, and finally none of the wrinkled old men spoke.

……

The adult's face is turbid, with an expression of fear, and every detail of the body is revealed

"I heard that, I'm going to retreat and attack Cong Lun. If they keep them, they can be used to fill your dragon's belly."

"Mao Mingyue, you order him to help King Qin defeat the enemy.

Mao Mingyue shook her head, "Don't always mention the antiques from the Yellow Emperor's time. I still have eight thousand men. Which king nowadays doesn't have such a body?"

The willow leaves all over the sky were shattered on the spot, scattered into billions of light particles, and there was a sound of breaking glass not far away.

"Looking at the sword."

I turned my head and looked in a certain direction. Now, I want to go over and kill it and bury it as a sacrificial vessel.

A huge dragon head was poked out, as light as a mountain, and it hurriedly opened its deep and bloody mouth

"Got it."

"Stay here and take you to find the Messenger of Maitreya."

The fur and flesh squirmed, and a head, seven limbs, seven senses and one orifice grew, and in the blink of an eye, he became a lifelike adult.

However, the Central Plains is so small, with hundreds of millions of people living there, and in the eyes of the Hu people, there are cattle and sheep everywhere, so it would be a waste of effort to kill millions.

The wind blew out, compressed into substantial strands, and instantly crushed everything in the surrounding area of ​​a hundred acres.

If this person could run away, he would immediately be torn into pieces and his flesh would be scattered all over the ground.

A small piece of strong wind blew in, and the clouds thinned.

"Hugou, the Central Plains monks share the same hatred and must prevent your horses from returning north."

A Tongtian family requires at least a million lives to rebuild.

……

Mao Mingyue frowned, "Cong Lunhui, if you listen, he wants you to play with the 'Maitreya of this world'?"

Cong Lunshou was also aware of this, turned around with an expression on his face, and was about to disappear into the mountains in front of him

"No need to worry, you, Xuan Nanjiao, are in the inner circle, and you are responsible for the small righteousness of the people in heaven."

"The envoys have nothing else to do. If they take action, I can make time to see them!"

"Got it."

The sound of the wind subsided and released, and it was the sound of a huge little thing breathing

The barbarian priest nodded slightly, suddenly his ears moved, and he screamed, "What?"

Yin Jiuyi laughed angrily and said, "The inheritance of Tiantian Xuannan was not meant to assist the Emperor Mingjun in ordering troubled times."

"Barbarians are not barbarians, fear of power is virtue, and they must be subdued before they are obedient."

The prairie priests were frightened for a while, and they prayed with their hands on their chests, asking for heaven's will.

I stretched out a skinny fingertip and poked the adult, causing blood mist to billow.
Chapter completed!