Jiang Yan stood on the back of a crested eagle, with the sound of wind passing by his ears, and a panoramic view of Yishui in the green surroundings beneath him.
This is the most exciting battle he has had since he opened a hundred acupuncture points. His strong spiritual power is now fully displayed, and his spiritual power supports the fight of thirty crested eagles crazily.
Several strange birds were always surrounding him and attacking continuously, but Hua Ling and Jiang Gu were connected, and before they even got close, a crested eagle rushed out from the side, and its sharp claws grabbed the strange bird's back and raised a blood stain.
Finally he threw it into the Yishui.
After finding that they could not defeat the crested eagle at high altitude, these strange birds lowered their flying altitude. These birds have lived by the water all year round and have developed the ability to control water.
Every call caused resonance in Yishui. The surface of the water rioted and water columns rose into the sky. A crested eagle was pierced through the abdomen before it could dodge, and finally turned into paint and sprinkled in the water.
What Jiang Chan didn't expect was that there was also a strange aquatic plant dancing like a madman in the Yishui River, which entangled several crested eagles and dragged them into the water. This caused Jiang Chan to suffer heavy losses.
Nearly ten of the thirty crested eagles were damaged, but fortunately they did not suffer a devastating blow. After the battle, they can still be repainted at their original positions to make up for the missing ones.
There are many aquatic beasts in Yi Shui, and many of them are enlightened.
Fortunately, as the number of crested eagles decreased, Jiang Gu was able to focus more on controlling the remaining ones and carefully avoided several attacks.
Opening a hundred acupuncture points gave Jiang Yan a huge amount of spiritual power, but the consumption of these thirty crested eagles and Zhu Yan was also very shocking, even Jiang Yan could not bear it.
The crested eagle is the deadliest hunter in the snowy mountains. Finally, before Jiang Lun's spiritual power was exhausted, he dispersed the group of strange birds.
"It's amazing, it's really amazing. I've lived for a hundred years and I've never seen someone who can control thirty painting spirits."
Relying on a clever hunting map and opening hundreds of holes, when he thought he was about to win, an old Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe and a small gourd on his head actually appeared on the water.
"who are you"
This person could appear next to him silently, and it would be easy to kill him.
"Aren't the people from your Wen Mansion always looking for me?" the Taoist priest said with a smile.
"Evil way, Hong Dan Valley!"
Jiang Yan's heart suddenly fell to the bottom. Hong Dangu was one of the four spiritual officials of the Baiyang Sect. Even in his heyday, he could not be the opponent of Shi Yuanjun in the Huiyang realm. What's more, he was almost at the end of his strength now.
The more terrifying Hongdan Valley.
"It was you who used your magic to cause drought in Yunzhou!"
"The drought is nothing, what I want to do is to overthrow Yunzhou," Hong Dangu laughed loudly.
"You don't think that just a drought can achieve your goal," Jiang Yan said disdainfully.
"In addition to Wei Changli, the strongest master of the Wen Palace, Wen Mansion also has three major teachings. Those swordsmen and pen officials are not easy to mess with. Of course I know that this will not work, but it can make Yunzhou chaotic and chaotic.
I will have the chance to uproot Wen Mansion."
"If you really have this ability, why don't you imitate Qi Cifeng and directly kill the Wen family? You are sneaky and use such despicable methods. I think your ability is only average."
"It's not a shame to be inferior to Qi Cifeng. Even that guy in Xihe, who gets older and more demonic, gets scared when he sees him, but I'm smarter than him. Wanting to achieve one's own goals and cultivating one's abilities is just one of them. Likewise,
What’s more important is strategy.”
"You are a Taoist and you have made the people of Yunzhou miserable. Aren't you afraid of being punished by God?" Jiang Yan asked.
"God's punishment? When you reach my level of cultivation, you will realize that all such things as heaven's punishment and gods and Buddhas are just bullshit."
"You don't have to waste time by rambling around. Even if Feng Erpichen falls down the tree and arrives, he won't be able to save you."
Of course Hong Dangu knew that Jiang Yan was stalling for time.
"How about this? How about I exchange your divine tribute for you, and we don't offend the river?"
If Jiang Gu knew that the piece of ultramarine he took away from Shimen Mountain would bring him so much trouble, he would not touch it even if he was beaten to death.
"The issue between us is no longer just about Shen Gong. Follow me and go to Baiyang Sect and have a rest."
Just when Jiang Yan was about to resist, Hong Dangu took off an old white cloth bag from his waist with one hand, threw it up, and a huge bag had already been put into it.
Seeing this, Su Kou could only worry on the sidelines. He didn't have the ability to control the sky in the Juling Realm. He didn't have a painting spirit that could fly. Even if he wanted to save Jiang Yan, he was still a little reluctant.
"This year has come, and the twenty-three cities in Yunzhou have suffered from severe drought in summer and early frost in autumn. The crops harvested from the fields have not been saved. The scribes think that benevolence has passed the spring sun, and the rent and tax have been exempted.
The least we conquered, the most we released; I even heard of people abandoning their sons and driving away their wives for food, tearing down houses and cutting down trees in exchange for money and food, and dying in the ravines due to cold and exhaustion."
Suddenly there was a sound of endorsements in the sky and the earth, like a bell and a bell, the words of each word exploded over Yishui.
After hearing the endorsement, the world in front of Su Kou turned into a scorched earth. He seemed to see the people fleeing the famine, exchanging their children for food, and leaving corpses in the fields.
Not only did he see such a scene, Su Kou's mood also fluctuated with this poem. It seemed that he had become one of these fleeing people, angry, compassionate, and helpless!
Hong Dangu, who was terrifyingly powerful, was also unable to avoid it. Su Kou was immersed in Fu and became one of them, while Hong Dangu saw that those people who were Sai Chuanye were seeking revenge against him.
"On the top is the soul of Guanyuan, on the left is Shaoyang and on the right is Taiyin.
There is a secret door at the back, the door of the past life, where the sun rises and enters the moon, and the breath exists.
The combination of the four qi is divided into three elements: purple smoke, upper and lower parts.
The five flowers are irrigated to plant spiritual roots, and the seven liquids flow through the cave.
The purple embraces the yellow into the Dantian, and the secluded room is illuminated by the sun."
Taishang Qin Xinwen has the effect of calming the mind, but the Xuanpu Mountain Secret Sutra has lost most of its effect at this moment. No matter how loud the chanting sound is, it can never stop the sound of Fu from entering the mind.
Hong Dangu's strength is top-notch even in Xuanpu Mountain, but such people are drawn into the miserable world described in "Fu", and their mood changes with the mood of the person who wrote the poem. Hong Dangu himself doesn't even think about it.
You don't know when your face is full of tears, and everything from your body to your mind has been controlled.
Fortunately, Taishang Qin Xinwen still protected him, allowing him to survive this blessing even when his Taoist heart was shaken.
"As expected of the most powerful master in the history of Wen Palace, Wei Changli, is this your new creation?"
Hong Dangu knew that people from the Wen Mansion would look for him, but he never expected that this person would go to Wei Changli, the master of the Wen Mansion.
"Thanks to you, I wrote this poem about drought and hunger based on what I saw and heard along the way."
"You are going to destroy my Wen family. How can I not come forward to meet you?"