The prelude to the worldwide war against the Tang Dynasty has begun.
At the critical juncture of the battle between the two armies, two pieces of bad news appeared in Datang.
First, the Talisman Master Yan Se and the Imperial Master Li Qingshan were poisoned and became bedridden. The person who poisoned them has not yet been found.
Secondly, the Jingshen Formation has been maliciously damaged by others, and there are already many cracks in the formation's eye pestle, which are tending to continue to expand.
When Jiang Fan and Tiannu were traveling around the world, they were also paying attention to the situation in Tang Dynasty. When they heard about this, they immediately thought of He Mingchi.
I originally thought that a small person could not change the overall situation, but now it seems that he has underestimated the other party.
As Li Qingshan's disciple, He Mingchi had many opportunities to poison Yan Se and Li Qingshan, and he also had a certain understanding of the Shocking God Formation.
If Yu Lian from the academy hadn't appeared in time, the pestle might have fallen into He Mingchi's hands.
【Looks like I have to go back to Tang Dynasty.】
Thinking of this, Jiang Fan looked at the goddess eating sweet potatoes. This goddess was indifferent and a bit difficult to deal with.
I haven't been able to sleep with him until now, bah, I have to convince the other party.
Moreover, the look in his eyes was always wrong. Jiang Fan was 100% sure that the goddess was absolutely greedy for his body, and she might not be able to help but eat him up one day!
Not even a bone is spitted out.
For Jiang Fan, being able to conquer Haotian is the best thing. After all, as a Tiandao, he is still very strong and looks good.
But if he comes to the opposite side, he can only draw his sword and point it towards the sky.
Jiang Fan left a piece of silver, climbed on Shui Qilin's back, and shouted to the goddess: "It's time to go!"
"oh!"
The goddess responded, then hesitated, took three more sweet potatoes, and then left reluctantly, showing off her foodie nature.
Flying on the water unicorn's back, the goddess handed Jiang Fan a sweet potato: "Here."
Well, knowing how to share adds a touch of humanity.
But it’s hard to say whether the goddess wanted to make Jiang Fan fat before eating.
After all, even if you raise a pig, you still have to cut the grass and feed it.
A woman's thoughts are the hardest to guess, and the goddess's thoughts are even harder to guess!
This time when he returned to Tang Dynasty, apart from dealing with a few pieces of garbage, Jiang Fan's main purpose was to see the goddess' final decision.
"Spirit Master, let's go."
Under the water unicorn's four hooves, the clouds rose, and it flew on the clouds, heading towards the Tang Dynasty.
at the same time.
Most of the gentlemen from the academy have arrived at Qingxia, because Qingxia is a key pass on the way north to the Tang Dynasty and is as important as the capital.
Now there are only three senior sisters, Yu Lian, and two junior brothers, Lao Wu and Lao Ba, left in the back mountain.
On this day, a sacred chariot appeared outside the academy gate.
The visitor is Xiong Chumo, the headmaster of Xiling Temple.
Looking at the empty front yard, Xiong Chumo walked straight towards the back hill of the academy.
Xiong Chumo, dressed in red robe and holding a golden scepter, strolled to the Nine-hole Bridge, looked at the beautiful back mountain, and sighed: "It's such a pity that such beautiful scenery will no longer exist!"
Mr. Five and Mr. Eight continued to play chess without changing their expressions. Mr. Five even sarcastically said: "Junior Brother, why do you think some people always have wishful thinking?"
Mr. Eight: "Brother, some people are not only wishful thinking, but also arrogant and ignorant."
"snort!"
Xiong Chumo snorted coldly: "I want to see who is arrogant and ignorant."
Lao Wu and Lao Ba were playing chess, and they sensed that Xiong Chumo wanted to go up the back mountain. As a chess piece fell, the cloud formation opened.
In the valley, the atmosphere of heaven and earth suddenly changed, and the valley was filled with surging mist, which seemed to engulf everything in the valley.
The master's old scalper and Mr. Er's big white goose both came to help at this moment.
"Let's break up!"
Xiong Chumo kicked the ox with his foot and hit the white goose with his stick. The scepter in his hand fell, and when he looked back, he broke through the cloud formation.
"Abandoning the shape of the chess game and integrating the two chess, the method is a good method, but it is a pity that the two gentlemen want to use this to determine the outcome, which is too much."
Xiong Chumozhi showed off proudly: "After all, this game is missing ten chess pieces. Moreover, even if the twelve gentlemen of the academy gather here, for me, it is just a waste of money for me."
Just some hands and feet."
However, Mr. Five and Mr. Eight turned a deaf ear and concentrated on making moves. The cloud formation that originally dissipated changed.
Misty clouds surged, the hidden sword formation opened, and the nine movements cut off life in a row.
“Whoosh whoosh!!!”
In an instant, the cloud energy turned into a sword, and countless sword lights roared in!
These sword lights look inconspicuous, but they are actually the majestic and ethereal sword intent contained in the sword power!
This formation was set up by Jiang Fan in his spare time when he was in the back mountain.
Thousands of sword energy broke out of the fog, and in an instant, the sword light flew vertically and horizontally, wrapping the entire mountain.
"Sword array!"
Xiong Chumo felt the aura of danger, and his originally arrogant demeanor suddenly froze. He held his scepter and stood ready.
"My junior uncle's sword formation, please give me some advice from the master."
"Snapped."
Mr. Wu fell down, his sword energy flowing horizontally, as if it was about to tear the world apart, and roared towards Xiong Chumo.
The misty sword formations are criss-crossed, illusory and misty, violent and crazy, with different moves and styles, complementing each other without any flaws.
Xiong Chumo quickly used the Apocalypse Magic to form a shield in front of him to resist.
However, the shield that was gathered in a hurry only resisted for a moment before being defeated by the sword energy.
However, he saw Xiong Chumo's figure like a ghost, quickly dodging and moving, and suddenly he was five feet away. The golden scepter in his hand was swung into a net of sticks, blocking all the sword energy coming from the sword array!
At this time, Xiong Chumo had no extra energy to think. He swung his staff with all his strength and saw sword light like rain. Every sword was a deadly weapon. Even he himself didn't know how many swords he had dodged before he was finally able to avoid it.
The key point has been opened!
"Um?"
When Mr. Ba saw this, he said doubtfully: "Xiong Chumo's movement is so weird, it doesn't seem to be Xiling's method."
"I didn't expect that he would actually get that skill and practice it!"
The third senior sister Yu Lian, who was writing hairpin flowers in small regular script in the pavilion, saw this and showed an intriguing smile.
Xiong Chumo was trapped in the sword formation. Although he avoided most of the sword energy with his strange body skills, he was still hit by the sword energy from time to time. Although his vital parts were not injured, the wounds on his body were increasing continuously. He was covered in red.
The robe was in tatters, blood was dripping down, and he was in a miserable state.
"The light is immortal, and Haotian exists forever!"
Forced to have no choice, Xiong Chumo immediately used his strongest power to activate the Haotian Divine Glory.
A beam of light fell from the sky and enveloped Xiong Chumo. The divine brilliance was vast and extremely hot. It fell into the eye of the formation and swept away the sword flow.
The misty sword formation is broken!
"puff!"
The moment the sword formation was broken, Xiong Chumo spurted out a mouthful of blood. His body was covered with more than thirty sword marks. His hand holding the golden scepter could not stop trembling, and he was filled with fear.
He was almost, just almost, dead in the sword formation!
Xiong Chumo looked angrily in the direction of Mr. Five and Mr. Eight, and saw that Xiong Chumo had murderous intent.