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Text Chapter 274 Night attack on the camp, Acacia appears

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    After being blessed with a secret technique by the extremely handsome Hu Yi man, the two pairs of wings of the giant white bird stirred up the strong wind, and in just one meal, it flew to the Chihu Qianying Dazhai, about three hundred miles away.  When the giant bird landed in the center of a circle of tents specially prepared for the accompanying strangers by the Chihu Kingdom's Eastern Expedition Army, the short old man with white hair who had fainted was carefully lifted off the bird's back.  The blood gushing from the wound on his shoulder dyed the pure white feathers on the giant bird's back scarlet.  "Hurry and ask Master Stormrage to come out and save Mr. Edwin and Knight Varenka!" The handsome man shouted loudly in nonsense while using gestures to direct the giant white bird to let it hold the armor in its claws.  The samurai lowered it gently to the ground.  "Master Stormrage has returned to the Eastern Expedition City!" Three other people quickly came over, set up armored warriors, and rushed into one of the sheepskin tents. On this tent, a strange totem was painted with white mortar.  pattern.  The handsome Hu Yi man shook his head vigorously and got into the tent.  Two thin men wearing hooded robes walked up to the corpse of Feitian Yaksha, which had turned into a stone sculpture, and pointed with interest.  One of them had a heavy black book tied with a chain on his chest. He was the Hu Yi warlock who summoned the green phosphorous fire and white bone ball in front of Luoyankou Pass not long ago. The other one was wearing a gray felt robe and holding a hand.  A slender silver staff with a head carved into the shape of a three-eyed viper.  Don't look at the three foreigners who kidnapped Cheng Lun's Feitian Yaksha Dharma corpse, and severely injured two deacons of the enshrinement pavilion; and the green phosphorus fire white bone ball in front of Yankou Xiongguan also frightened countless people.  Cold.  But in fact, the battle between Hu Yi and the practitioners from Kyushu ended in a lose-lose outcome.  The armored warrior was beaten by the monks of the Zhongnan Immortal Sect with the Eighteen Ether Yi Golden Lights. He was beaten to death, and his soul was almost shaken away. Now he is lying upright on a fur mat, not much different from a dead person.  The white-haired short old man was stabbed by Yu He with his invisible sword Qi, and was even more seriously injured. Although he deployed several secret techniques to block it at the last moment, which greatly reduced the power of the sword, a residual sword Qi lurked.  The body of the white-haired short old man was constantly eating away at the fire of his life.  Not to mention that the green phosphorus fire and white bone ball was smashed by Yu He and Du Banshan, which did not cause any harm to Luoyankou Xiongguan, but only brought a false alarm to the Dayong defenders.  The camp of the Hu Yi foreigners here is very busy. Some people are busy treating the injured, and some people want to find out the secret of Kyushu corpse refining technique from the corpse of Feitian Yaksha.  And over at Luoyankou, three hundred and twenty miles away, Cheng Lun was pacing in a circle with a livid face, gritting his teeth.  He sent three jade talismans to the Liangzhou Prefecture¡¯s Consecration Pavilion, asking Grand Deacon Meng Kun to quickly send more experts to help. However, when the sky became dark, only a new deacon who had returned to the third level of Dan came.  Listening to what the deacon said, dozens of senior masters from the two northwest Dao Demon Sects had gathered in the Liangzhou Mansion Enshrinement Pavilion at this time.  Kunlun, Zhongnan, and the Tianshan General Altar of the Northwest Demon Sect all sent envoys to discuss with Archdeacon Meng Kun and others a plan to jointly fight against the foreign barbarians.  This should have been a great thing, but now the courtyard of the Consecration Pavilion is in chaos.  Because these envoys were not in harmony with each other, the envoys from the Zhongnan Immortal Sect and the envoys from the Northwest Demon Sect seemed to have an old grudge. As soon as the two met each other, they started fighting after saying something they couldn't agree on.  The six great deacons of the Liangzhou Prefecture's Consecration Pavilion showed up together, and finally managed to break up the fight. However, these two envoys summoned seven or eight helpers from their own sects.  A tense confrontation broke out in the courtyard.  Later, the prestigious Deacon Meng Kun calmed down the scene. He spent all his time and finally invited these real-life Demon Ancestors with great supernatural powers into the meeting hall.  But when it came to the serious matter of expelling the barbarians and defending the Way, the envoys from the Kunlun, Zhongnan, and Northwest Demon Sects were arguing endlessly, and they all wanted to take charge, but the casual cultivators in the enshrinement pavilion were unwilling to listen to their orders, so several groups of people started making noises.  There was no end to it, and from time to time someone would get up and fight with each other.  Things have evolved into this situation. The few masters in the Liangzhou Prefecture's Consecration Pavilion are all prepared to rush forward to start a fight at any time, fearing that when the foreign enemy presses the border, their own people will be the first to fight with great strength.  hurt. ???????????????? So where are the experts from the Enshrining Pavilion who can come to the rescue?  "A plate of scattered sand, a plate of scattered sand!" Cheng Lun looked angrily, shaking his head and sighing, "They are all short-sighted and selfish people! Do they really think that the Hu Yi barbarians are vulnerable? This large-scale eastward invasion is just to give away their merits in vain.  What? Assisting the frontier garrison in fighting is the responsibility of Liangzhou Prefecture's Enshrinement Pavilion. Why do the Zhongnan and Kunlun sects come out to take charge? Why don't they usually send serious experts from their sects to take charge of the enshrinement pavilion?  Chief? And those shameless people from the Demon Sect actually want to order our Taoist monks to form a formation? Why don¡¯t they treat all the Taoist monks in the northwest asGray?  What a joke! What a joke!  " At this moment, the deacons of the Consecration Pavilion surrounding Cheng Lun, including Du Banshan, also had several monks who were from Zhongnan Kunlun. They heard Cheng Lun's words and taunts, and everyone had a bad face. According to Cheng Lun's behavior  It is said that ancient sects such as Zhongnan, Kunlun and Northwest Demon Sect still have to bow their heads in front of the casual cultivators of Liangzhou Prefecture. But this person had to bow his head under the eaves. Among the deacons present,  In terms of Taoist cultivation, even if Cheng Lun lost the Feitian Yaksha Dharma Corpse, he was still the most powerful among these people, so Du Banshan and others could only curse in their hearts, but no one jumped up to refute.  After cursing for half an hour, he finally let go of the suffocation in his chest. He sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes to calm down, held the gold-inlaid jade token in his hand, and tried to use the secret method of controlling corpses.  The corpse of Feitian Yaksha in Chihu's front camp regained his spiritual wisdom. Everyone was silent, breathing in Yuan Qi while thinking about each other.  A hoarse trembling sound came from the copper sheath, which was rapid and slow, like the moans and gasps of a seriously injured person. At the end of the hour, the cold-faced female cultivator suddenly turned red, opened her mouth and spat out a ball of bruises, and her body swayed.  He collapsed on the ground, and the sound of the sword in the copper scabbard suddenly stopped. Cheng Lun opened his eyes, frowned at the cold-faced female cultivator, and said in a deep voice: "Set up a magic circle and quickly heal Senior Sister Lin's injuries.  .  " The four deacons of the Enshrinement Pavilion who were protecting Cheng Lun on the city wall joined forces to create a formation disk. They gently lifted the cold-faced female cultivator up, and they gave medicine and guided Qi. Cheng was busy for a while.  Lun glanced at the deacon of the Consecration Pavilion beside him and said: "I have used the Eye of Seven Kills to find out the situation in Chihu's front camp.  Deacon Du and Deacon Ge went with me, bringing all the fireworks charms with them. While the barbarians were sleeping soundly, they caught them off guard, recaptured the magic corpses, and burned down the barbarians' granaries.  "The deacon of the Consecration Pavilion who came to help stood up after receiving the order. When Du Banshan heard that Cheng Lun actually asked him by name to go with him to attack Chihu's front camp at night, he was quite surprised. He curled his lips and said  When he was about to stand up, he found that the corner of his clothes was tightly grasped by Sima Yan. When he looked back, his junior sister had a sad look on her face, shaking her head like a rattle, and stood up towards Cheng Lun.  He clasped his hands together and said, "Fellow Daoist Du used the Kunlun Jade Void Divine Thunder to defeat the strange spells of the Hu Yi barbarians in front of Luoyankou Pass. At this time, if we don't have time to adjust our breath and regain our strength, I'm afraid I won't be able to attack the barbarian camp at night. If I accidentally  It's really not a good idea to follow Deacon Cheng's plan.  I am not talented, but I am also enthusiastic, so I would like to recommend myself to take the place of fellow Daoist Du tonight.  Yu will definitely try his best to kill Yi Wei Dao!  " Cheng Lun looked at Yu He and then at Du Banshan. After pondering for a long time, he finally nodded and said in a deep voice: "When you get there, you must obey my orders and do not act rashly!  " "I hope that Deacon Wei Cheng will act accordingly.  "Yu He nodded in agreement. "The rest of the people will stay here. If any barbarians come to disturb Yankou at night, they will be killed without mercy!  "Cheng Lun gathered all the fire talismans carried by everyone and divided them into three parts. He kept one part for himself and gave one to each of Yu He and the monk named Ge. The three of them put on black tight-fitting night clothes.  , affixed the breathing charms, each cast a spell to turn into a breeze, and headed towards the Chihu Front Camp more than 300 miles away under the hazy moonlight. This vast northwest desert is not actually an endless stretch of dead sand. According to legend.  Although oases are rare, old camels who are accustomed to desert trade routes can always find one or two water sources along the way. There are even rivers and lakes in the middle of the desert, but these rivers and lakes disappear with the changes of the seasons.  Now, every time they reappear, they may not always be in their original location, making it particularly confusing. The Chihu Qianying Dazhai, more than 300 miles away from Luoyankou, is built on a site that has been dry for many years.  Inside Laohegouzi, the terrain here is low-lying, which can avoid the invasion of some wind and sand. The sand on the ground is thicker, enough to support the earthen city wall from falling. The most important thing is to dig down in Laohegouzi.  A well dug to a depth of more than three feet can draw out the clear water hidden under the sand. The most rare supply in the desert is clean water.  It's not as practical as a few wells. It's midnight, the moon is dark, the stars are thin, and the wind is whimpering. The Chihu Front Camp in Laohegouzi looks like a sleeping giant. This front camp is built with hundreds of people.  A thick log was driven into the ground as a pillar, and each log was connected vertically and horizontally with dozens of iron ropes. Since bricks and stones could not be found in the desert, the Chihu people sewed tanned cow and sheep skins into bags.  The inside was filled with sand and soil, and layers of it were built between the iron ropes to build a tall city wall.After developing mysterious natural magic, dark green vines sprouted from the sand and covered the entire city wall.  These vines are like iron hoops, tightly binding tens of thousands of skin bags filled with sand and soil, making the entire city wall extremely strong, and giving the outermost periphery of the former camp a layer of toughness.  And the thorny vine shell.  The tents in the camp are built around stables and wells. Every cavalryman sleeps next to his horse, seemingly ready to mount his horse and fight at any time.  In the southeast corner of the camp, dark green vines surrounded a small clearing. In the center of the clearing was a well with a light blue shimmer.  Eleven large and small tents are scattered around the well. The largest tent looks ordinary, exactly the same as the ordinary Red Hu Cavalry tent, but the ten small tents nearby have different styles, and some are beautiful.  They are magnificent, with flowers, plants and fluorite dotted on the tops of the tents. Some are painted with strange colorful patterns, while others are hung with shield-shaped badges.  There were eleven tents, only two of which were faintly illuminated, and the entire camp was quiet.  Cheng Lun, Yu He and the monk surnamed Ge rode the wind and easily avoided the sight of those watching on the wall.  The closer he got to these tents, the stronger Cheng Lun felt that the psychic connection between him and Feitian Yaksha became stronger. If he thought about it for a moment, Feitian Yaksha's "Seven Kills" would rise into the sky from one of the tents and fly back to him.  .  However, coming here this time was not just to regain the lost magic corpse. Cheng Lun wanted to kill several Chihu strangers in the former camp at night, then set fire to the grain and grass, so that the camp would collapse without a fight, and even more  In this great battle to drive away the barbarians and defend the Tao, he strives for a share of the top honors for himself.  The three of them lay silently on the wall. Cheng Lun sent out a ray of spiritual thought, allowing Feitian Yaksha Qisha to open his eyes. He used the eyes of the magic corpse to peek at the situation in the tent.  The tent where Feitian Yaksha is located is the farthest tent from the central well.  A bone phosphorus lamp was lit inside the tent, emitting a flickering green and white light.  The ground was covered with a dark layer of leather, which looked very filthy. In the middle of the ground were a brazier and a huge iron pot, with a pot of gray-white thick slurry boiling inside.  The smoke had a strange sour and rotten smell.  Cheng Lun¡¯s Feitian Yaksha Dharma Corpse has taken off the stone shell that restrained its body, but it is covered with red lines from the top of its head to its chest, which seems to be a mysterious Huyi talisman.  The entire Dharma corpse was lying in the iron pot. It looked like it was taking a hot bath, but also like these barbarian strangers who wanted to cook and devour the flying yaksha.  There were two Hu Yi people in the tent. The one with a large black book tied to his body with an iron chain seemed to be exhausted. He curled up and lay on his side in a corner of the tent and fell asleep soundly.  Another Chihu man wearing a gray felt robe was frowning, making circles on a piece of parchment, and writing endlessly.  Every once in a while, he would get up and walk to the cauldron, fish out one of Feitian Yaksha's arms with a wooden stick, and use a long, narrow and sharp dagger to try to cut Qisha's skin.  But how can ordinary metal and iron sharp weapons damage the hundred-refined body of this magic corpse?  Each time, the Chihu man shook his head in disappointment, flicked the firewood under the cauldron, and continued writing furiously on the parchment.  Cheng Lun sneered in his heart, what does this barbarian think of the supreme dharma corpse of the Taoist sect such as "Flying Yaksha"?  At this time, there were two ignorant barbarians in the tent. One was sleeping soundly, and the other was immersed in painting with his back to Qisha. With just a thought, Qisha could fly out of the cauldron and kill the two men on the spot.  However, there are a total of eleven tents here. What Cheng Lun wants is to catch all the barbarian foreigners in the front camp, so he has not yet planned to let the magic corpses rise up and kill people, so as not to alarm others.  Cheng Lun made a gesture to Yu He and the monk named Ge. The three nodded to each other, swallowed a pill at the same time, twisted their bodies and turned into light smoke and dispersed.  Cheng Lun occupied the upper wind outlet. He took out a hollow bamboo tube as thick as chopsticks, pulled out the corks at both ends, and blew his true energy into his mouth. Immediately, a colorless and odorless breeze passed through the camp.  After a few breaths, bursts of snoring came from the sentry tower on the wall, and the Chihu soldiers who were keeping watch had already fallen asleep on their crossbows.  Even the mastiffs in the camp lay motionless on the ground.  Cheng Lun borrowed Qisha's eyes to look at the situation inside the tent. The red-hued man in gray robe had thrown away the quill in his hand. He seemed to be feeling sleepy. He was supporting his forehead with his palms and his eyes were half-open and half-closed. It looked like  Soon he will fall into a deep sleep.  The red-bearded warlock who was already asleep was snoring like thunder.  With a cold smile on his face, Cheng Lun raised nine fingers and gestured at Yu He and the monk named Ge.  According to the previously agreed code, this gesture means that the smoke has taken effect, and after nine breaths, start killing!  Yu He nodded, his eyes couldn't help but look at the largest and most common one among them.There were three Qi refiners from Central China in Kyushu sitting cross-legged in the tent.  Yu He used the Wangqi Jade Talisman to verify his identity. There were flashes of blood all over the seal hall of the three people, and a black line stretched out from the back of their heads, straight into the northwest sky. They were the puppet monks mentioned by Wei Xingge.  For some reason, Yu He felt a strange throbbing in his heart. It seemed that if he didn't kill these three people with his own hands tonight, he would feel uncomfortable all over.  A pair of Liangyi Yuanmagnetic Separation Sword Pills in the inner cauldron of Dantian are ready to come out.  Yu He took a deep breath and suppressed his restless mind. He stretched out his hand and a Red Army sentry's waist knife on the far wall came out of its sheath and flew into his palm. ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? And gently wiped the blade with the two middle fingers of his left hand, and the thick-backed scimitar of fine iron suddenly became straight and narrow, taking the shape of a three-foot-long sword.  Counting to the fifth breath silently in his heart, Yu He had secretly raised a mouthful of true energy when suddenly, from the sky above his head in the west, there came a sound of silk and bamboo drum music.  The three of them were all surprised. They hurriedly ducked down and turned to look to the west.  I saw a pink glow cloud, carrying tens of thousands of colorful fireflies, flying slowly from the western sky, as if they were afraid of not attracting attention. Not only did the pink glow clouds carry the sound of silk and bamboo, but also  There were more than a dozen gorgeous women covered in light gauze, laughing and joking while throwing huge handfuls of flower petals down from the clouds.  There is a nine-color silk tent in the middle of this pink cloud. The hanging curtains are fluttering in the wind, and the pearls on it are shining brightly. Thousands of precious lights are released in the sky to dazzle people's eyes, hoping to compete with the stars and the bright moon.  In the nine-colored damask tent, there is a large cloud bed with dragons and phoenixes in auspicious brocade. On the bed, there is a Taoist priest with thin skin and tender flesh lying on his side with his chest exposed. A pair of beautiful ladies in half-dressed clothes are accompanying them.  A sip of fine wine and a handful of fairy fruit over there, so happy and free.  Just listen to this Taoist singing: "The fragrant mist is thin, penetrating the heavy curtain, and the sound of golden bells is like a luan. The red candle is on the back, the embroidered drapery is hanging, the dancing flowers are flying. The sun and moon are shining with pearls on the tent, and the sun and the moon are shining in front of the bed.  In the haze, if you look for the beautiful things in the world, the source of the three rivers holds the stars." "The two devils of acacia in the Red Flower Valley?" Cheng Lun looked at the Taoist on the cloud bed and his eyebrows stood up in anger, "This evil thief is really here.  It's time! The Sijiu Meishen Ruanjin Smoke is about to take effect, but don't let him take advantage of it! The two demons of Hehuan are inseparable, and they are showing up, but where is Zhao Nanzi? " "No!"  Cheng Lun had an idea and hurriedly turned to look at the camp below.  I saw lights suddenly light up in four small tents among the eleven tents.  Yu He only felt that he saw a dark shadow flash past from the corner of his eye. With enough eyesight, he saw a faint wisp of black smoke obliterating the largest tent in a roundabout way.  With no time to think, Yu He drew the three-foot iron sword in his palm, closed the sword with his body, aimed at the wisp of black smoke and shot through the air.
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