Qingqiu also looked solemn, she had never seen this thing before.

She also knows about magic power. In ancient times, this thing was, to put it bluntly, those unscrupulous people who wanted to kill mortals efficiently, so the things they tinkered with were those who had the guts to come to Qianqiu Mountain to grab things.

The most powerful demons, those demons don't look down on such boring methods.

Qingqiu was also the most powerful mountain god back then, and those big demons were no match for her. How could such a "xiaoxiao" dare to come to Qianqiu Mountain to make trouble? That is to say, her strength has not recovered much now, otherwise she would not be able to do this kind of thing.

Will take it seriously.

It's really irritating. I didn't expect that this kind of stuff can bring trouble to me. It really feels like being bullied by a dog.

"What should we do now? Is there any way you can deal with this?"

Now Qingqiu can only place its hope on the magical Tang wine.

Tang Jiu thought for a moment and said:

"It shouldn't be a big problem, Uncle Meng. You ask everyone in the village to go to the entrance of the village to prepare to meet the enemy. I will go over later to help you eliminate the influence of the demonic power on you. There may be a tough battle to be fought soon."

"good."

Uncle Meng agreed immediately, then turned around and ran towards the village. However, after running a few steps, he felt something was wrong and turned to look at Qingqiu:

"Xiaoqiu, haven't you been affected by that thing?"

Qingqiu was obviously stunned for a moment, yes, she forgot to pretend.

Tang Jiu moved a step, just blocking Uncle Meng's sight, and said to him anxiously:

"Uncle Meng, hurry up and greet everyone. Time is running out. Everyone needs to get there quickly."

Uncle Meng didn't have time to think more about Qingqiu's anomaly. He still had a mission to attend to, so he hurriedly ran towards the village again.

"Everyone, hurry up and gather at the entrance of the village! Everyone, hurry up and gather at the entrance of the village!"

Uncle Meng's voice is quite loud, so it seems that he should be able to gather everyone quickly.

"Okay, it may not be long before a war begins. What are you going to do now?"

Tang Jiu looked at Qingqiu. This battle seemed to be related to her. No, it should be said that it started because of her.

Qingqiu was silent for a while, raised his head, and said to Tang Jiu seriously:

"For some reasons, I can't give up the mountain temple. This will bring unpredictable disasters to the world. Now I have to return to my body. If I use my full strength, I can temporarily transform.

.I’m leaving it to you, please help me guard this place and wait for me to come back.”

Tang Jiu looked at her. This was the first time that the little mountain god showed such a serious expression. She really cared about this matter.

"You still can't tell me that reason?"

"No, at least not now."

Some secrets should never be known to anyone and should never be known to anyone.

"Okay, leave this to me. I won't let the village get any harm before you come back."

I have to be more serious occasionally. This time, I will try my best!

Dark clouds are still approaching from afar, and the sense of oppression is getting heavier and heavier. Villagers are gathering at the entrance of the village, including many men, women, old and young.

Tangjiu also arrived here.

"Xiaojiu, I've called everyone here, what are you going to do?"

Uncle Meng said anxiously that the old people in the village were in poor health. Under such pressure, their hearts could not bear it, and they might die later.

"Everyone, come here. I'll tell you a story. You'll be fine after I finish."

Aunt Meng looked around, but couldn't find the figure she cared about, and asked:

"Xiaojiu, where is Xiaoqiu? Why isn't she there?"

"Please feel at ease, Madam. She is fine. Let's listen to the story first. This matter begins in a very, very distant time..."

The story of Tang Jiu attracted everyone's attention and made everyone immersed in it unconsciously. From then on, the influence of the magic power on them had almost disappeared. The story was very long, until General Zhao led people to the entrance of the village.

After a while, Tang Jiu came to the end.

"Frightened by the power of this army, all the countries in the world dare not cause trouble again. From now on, the world is at peace!"

"good!"

After listening to the story, the villagers couldn't help but start clapping and applauding. It seemed as if the storyteller had come to an end and the whole hall was filled with cheers. There was a bit of nervousness here and there.

General Zhao is already well prepared. After decades of marching, this is the first time he has seen someone on the battlefield who doesn't take him seriously. He even feels that this is clearly humiliating himself, especially the child. He not only has the time to tell stories.

, he also told stories with his back to the village entrance, exposing his back directly in front of him.

Is this okay without giving him an arrow?

He grabbed the bow and arrow of the crossbowman on the side, drew the bow and set the arrow, released demonic energy from his hand, wrapped around the arrow like a poisonous snake, and aimed an arrow at Tang Jiu's little head.

There was a sound of piercing the air, and the magic arrow reached Tang Jiu's head in an instant, stabbing straight into the back of his head.

"bite!"

The imagined image of the arrow piercing the skull did not appear. There was a flash of golden light and the arrow was bounced away. Tang Jiu just seemed to be pushed and did not suffer any damage.

'Here I go, this arrow is so powerful!'

On the surface, it seemed that Tang Jiu was fine, but the arrow was very powerful. Although it was blocked, it still made him a little dizzy. He turned around and shouted angrily to General Zhao outside the village:

"What are you doing? Are you planning a sneak attack? Are you talking about martial ethics?"

General Zhao looked at him with disdain. Do you still talk about martial ethics on the battlefield? It was indeed a child's idea.

"Children really don't understand anything. There are no rules on the battlefield. As long as you can survive, any behavior is allowed. You are about to die, but you still have time to tell stories and listen to stories. Why? You know you can't win.

, so have you decided to give up? Then let’s all commit suicide so as not to waste my general’s time.”

Tang Jiu laughed and stood up together with everyone. Just now, in order to facilitate listening to the story, everyone in the village and Tang Jiu were sitting cross-legged on the ground. General Zhao was so condescending that he naturally couldn't see how imposing they were here, but when they stood up,

A fierce momentum rushed towards him.

Like a crouching tiger, he stood up slowly.

"General Zhao, do you know what story I just told?"

"The fearless army will be invincible."

The old and young in the village returned to the village, and the rest picked up their weapons and prepared to face the enemy. The magic power could no longer affect them, and the terrifying dark cloud was no longer so ferocious. They now only had one idea:

This battle must be won!

The appearance of these villagers now is the same as before. It seems that this kid has used some tricks. It is definitely meaningless for ordinary soldiers to fight against it. General Zhao is not hiding it, there is a demon.

Qi surged out of his body, driving his soldiers, and the soldiers began to emit demonic energy, just like that day.

"All troops attack!"

"Protect the village!"
Chapter completed!