The three kingdoms of Yi, Dasu, and Tang were located in the northeast of the Shang Kingdom, close to the border of the Shang Kingdom. It was a cold and barren land with many high mountains and little cultivated land. However, some rare ores were relatively common, as well as some local products such as bamboo, bamboo shoots, and mountain eagles.
etc. It barely supported the operation of the country. Because of the poverty, the people's customs were strong. During times of famine, they often hit several small towns on the border of the Shang Kingdom.
Compared with the Shang Kingdom, the Three Kingdoms are just small areas, with a combined population of more than 500,000. After the Shang Kingdom invaded the Three Kingdoms, countless people and soldiers from the Three Kingdoms died in battle. In addition, the Shang Army kidnapped all the males over ten years old in the Three Kingdoms.
At this time, there were only women and children left in the Three Kingdoms, with a population of less than 100,000.
It can be said that ten rooms and nine are empty, and large areas of ruins are uninhabited. Fortunately, women and children have little to fight for.
It was okay inside the city, but outside the city there were unburied corpses all over the place. Crows and vultures were tearing apart in groups and fighting for food. It was not uncommon for wild dogs, wolves and foxes to drag corpses and bury them.
This is a land without hope.
In the early spring, a spring rain poured down yesterday, washing away the filthy smell of the world. Today it is sunny and the weather is great. The energy of the world is refreshing and cheerful, and the atmosphere is prosperous.
Through the layers of withered bamboo leaves, spots of sunlight swayed, scattered on the young and yellowish bamboo shoots. The crystal-clear dewdrops were shaken by the passing horses' hooves and gently slid down, dripping on the green buds of the grass to nourish the grass.
piece of land.
Hong Huang rode alone in the bamboo forest.
At this time, Hong Huang was not wearing a military uniform. He wore a light robe with a loose belt, a white horse and a light fur coat. He had a gentleman's sword hanging on his waist. His back was as straight as a mountain and as tall as a pine tree. He was so heroic! He probably had been in the army for a long time, so his face showed that
He is full of heroic spirit, and there is also a hint of bold and murderous intention, but even this cannot conceal his heavy bookishness, and there is a childish look between his eyebrows.
Hong Huang let the horse go, walking slowly and slowly, walking freely through the forest under the scattered sunshine on the ground. The horse's hooves trampled on the dead leaves that had been accumulated for many years on the ground, making a crunching sound.
Not long after walking, a figure appeared among the green bamboos. Hong Huang reined in his horse and walked straight towards the man without tying the horse.
The man was of average height, quite thin, with a sinister and dull look on his face. He was dressed in a shabby blue robe, and had a string of brown beads on his wrist. However, there were only three beads left on it at this time.
He is the foundation-building monk of Nanshan Road.
"How are you preparing?" The Nanshan Dao monk stood with his hands behind his hands and asked with an arrogant expression.
However, Hong Huang did not answer directly. Instead, he took a few steps forward and bent down to twist a long and narrow bamboo leaf from the ground. He twirled it slightly in his hand and asked without sadness or joy between his eyebrows: "Will Nanshan Road be successful?
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The Nanshan Dao monk was startled, and then his face turned cold and sinister: "What do you mean by this? Don't forget that you are my Nanshan Dao disciple. In the heart of my Nanshan Dao disciple, Nanshan Dao can only lead to victory and there is no possibility of failure!"
Hong Huang frowned slightly, twirled the bamboo leaves, walked a few steps, and came to the Nanshan Taoist monks about ten paces away and said: "It seems that I, a nominal disciple who does not know any Taoism, can't be regarded as a Nanshan Taoist disciple at all!"
Nanshan Taoist monk narrowed his eyes slightly: "What? Have you forgotten that you were ostracized by the Hong family five years ago and were kept in captivity like a pig or a dog? Have you forgotten that you begged my junior brother Xiao Changgeng to teach you Taoism?
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Hong Huang nodded and said: "Of course I have not forgotten it, but Mr. Xiao did not teach me the Taoism, but gave me this martial arts secret book. Of course, without Mr. Xiao teaching me the secret book, I would have died in the Hong family's high school."
It’s within the wall.”
Nanshan Taoist monk's gloomy face softened slightly and said: "As long as you know, I am still wondering how my junior brother died. He disappeared without a trace three years ago for no reason, and even his soul was not transmitted.
Come back with some news. The only thing I know is that he went to track down a thief who stole the Treasure Pavilion and never came back!"
Hong Huang's eyes flashed and he shook his head slightly but said nothing.
Nanshan Taoist monk didn't think that Hong Huang would know the reason for Xiao Changgeng's death, so he just said it casually. Then he changed the topic: "How many subordinates do you have now?"
Hong Huang said: "Three brigade of men, nine thousand troops!"
The Nanshan Taoist monk nodded slightly and said with a satisfied look: "You can take out so many soldiers and horses from Lang Kun's mouth in a short period of time. You are really quite capable! When I bring all the souls of these soldiers into Xuanni Zijinli
In the fire banner, you follow me to kill Yingdu. With nine thousand demon heads and tens of thousands of monsters to help, it is not difficult to defeat Yingdu city! I am afraid no one can imagine that I, the Nanshan Taoist Association, can do this!"
As he spoke, the Nanshan Taoist monk Jiejie smiled, took out a strange green pill from his arms, threw it to Hong Huang and said: "This pill is the inner pill of the thousand-year-old fox-headed beast. Put it into the drinking water and drink it."
He will die within half a day. When the morale of the nine thousand troops is exhausted, I will go with my flags and treasures to collect the souls and refine the demons."
Hong Huang took a few steps closer to the Nanshan Taoist monk and reached out to take the inner elixir. He saw that the inner elixir was as green as amber, and there were faintly colorful clouds steaming from the inner elixir.
Hong Huang's eyes twitched slightly, but there was no expression on his face. After taking the inner elixir into his arms, he suddenly asked: "Tao Zun has obtained one hundred elixir-forming monks, three thousand foundation-building monks, and the soul of five hundred top masters can reach the sky and carry it with him in one step."
Will the entire Nanshan Dao ascend to the immortal world?"
The Nanshan Taoist monk seemed to be surprised that Hong Huang would ask this question, and nodded: "Of course, Taoist Master has been studying the way of heaven for thousands of years, and finally understood the secrets of heaven half a year ago and found the method of ascension. As long as we gather the divine soul, Taoist Master can use it."
The great supernatural power has led me to ascend the entire Nanshan Dao, so what? Are you doubting that Taoist Master's words are not true!" After talking about it, the tone of the Nanshan Dao monk couldn't help but become sharp.
Hong Huang's slender fingers gently turned the bamboo leaves in his hands, and his eyes suddenly narrowed slightly. The bamboo leaves in his fingers exploded into powder, and then a clear moan burst out from his waist.
Then Hong Huang slowly inserted the Junzi Sword in his hand into the scabbard without haste.
The Nanshan Dao monk had an expression of disbelief on his face, and a faint bloodstain burst out from his forehead and continued to extend downwards.
"Have you never thought about why I want to hand over my men to you?" Hong Huang said calmly.
The Nanshan Taoist monk's eyes were fixed on the Gentleman's Sword that shimmered and chanted quietly on Hong Huang's waist. At this moment, the sword chanted quietly and shimmered, and it turned out to be a Qi weapon, a Qi weapon condensed into a physical object!
An air weapon with a handle that is harder than a sword made of gold and iron, a sharp and colorful pattern!
"Condensing Qi into a weapon, the weapon is a real thing! The realm of a top master, your martial arts cultivation has actually reached the realm of a top master..." Before he finished speaking, there was a soft click from the Nanshan Tao monk.
It split into two halves, and the blood turned into a blood mist that immediately covered the surrounding area.
Hong Huang raised his slender white palm slightly, and a light shield protected him inside. The blood mist dissipated without a trace after hitting it.
A ball of blood suddenly popped out of Nanshan Dao monk's body, and he hurriedly turned into light and escaped.
A sneer appeared at the corner of Hong Huang's mouth. He turned his hand and a golden wire net was wrapped around the blood clot. In the blink of an eye, the blood clot was completely wrapped. No matter how hard the blood clot struggled, it could not get rid of it. Instead, it caused a large sparkle when it hit the power grid, and the sound was heard.
Howl!
"Taoist cultivation, you actually have Taoist cultivation? You ungrateful villain!" A voice of surprise came from the blood clot.
Hong Huang smiled and said: "Enegitimate? At first, I really thought that Mr. Xiao was kind-hearted and taught me the secrets of martial arts. Later I found out that he just saw that I have good aptitude, good bones and strange bones, and that I am a good choice for refining meat treasures."
You choose, so you don’t teach me the Tao method but the secret book of my martial arts, just to destroy my consciousness and refine my flesh shell after my flesh shell reaches the stage of transforming into a weapon. Why should I be a favor to him if he has evil intentions?"
"Now you are here again trying to rob me of the power I have worked so hard to accumulate, and you keep claiming that I am a disciple of Nanshan Dao. It is really ridiculous."
The blood clot said in a shrill voice: "Hong Huang, if you destroy my flesh shell and destroy my spiritual consciousness, I will never let you go! You will be trapped in hell forever!"
Hong Huang laughed and said: "Do you know what kind of devilish swamp I have lived in for twenty years? Would I be afraid of hell? The place I am in is a hundred times scarier than hell!"
As he spoke, Hong Huang clenched his fist, and the power grid suddenly shrank. A scream of blood came from the sparks, and then a smell of burning smell filled the air. The power grid disappeared in a flash, and countless ash particles scattered in the wind.
And go.
The souls of the foundation-building monks were all destroyed!
Hong Huang snorted coldly, "I blame you for being too arrogant. You are arrogant because you are a foundation-building monk. I am approaching you step by step and you are unprepared! If you had been more prepared, I would never have been able to do this so easily."
Kill you!" As he said this, Hong Huang turned around to leave, but suddenly remembered something. He leaned down and groped at the Nanshan Dao monk who had split into two halves. After a while, the ten-faced palm-sized Xuanni Zijin Lihuo Banner was covered by the fire banner.
He searched it out.
Hong Huang looked at it carefully for a few times, then closed his eyes slightly to explore the flag with his spiritual consciousness, and then his face showed joy. With a push of the spell in his hand, a black clay, purple and gold Lihuo flag flew up, rising in the wind, and grew a hundred times in size in the blink of an eye.
, smoke billowed from the banner, and hundreds of demon heads escaped from it at once. The dead leaves were flying, the demonic aura was clear, the cold air was flowing everywhere, and the bamboo shoots that had just sprouted on the ground instantly withered.
Hong Huang then cast the remaining nine Lihuo flags one by one. There were hundreds of demon heads in each flag, but they were not full. Apparently there was still a lot of space left.
Hong Huang's eyes flashed with joy for a while, then he calmed down and put away the ten-sided fire flag.
Then Hong Huang opened his mouth and sprayed out a golden spindle-shaped magic weapon. The two ends of this magic weapon had a bulge in the middle. It felt like a jade-like warmth in his hand. It turned out to be Yuan Fei, the thief lord Ge Hong, who was later killed by Yuan Fei.
The magic weapon that was stolen during the battle of Xiao Lao and disappeared!
Fumbling for this magic weapon, Hong Huang murmured to himself!