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Volume 1 Chapter 341: No one can escape

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    "Junior brother, for the sake of our sect's righteousness, I can't help myself." Pu Zhi had already controlled the alms bowl to fly several miles away. He felt a huge force of thunder falling behind him and immediately understood what had happened.  He didn¡¯t dare to turn his head and look at it. He just used his spiritual power crazily to escape from the vortex.  Entering the world and fighting for the dragon, life or death.  The master had anticipated such a situation, so when Taoist Puguang came down the mountain, he was asked to leave the Shi family and cut off the causal connection with the master.  In this way, even if the plan fails and encounters a humanitarian backlash, it will not endanger the division behind it.  Of course, if Han Dewang wins this battle and persists until the Mobei Qianlong supported by the Buddhists takes over the Central Plains, the fate of Taoist Puguang will be different.  As long as Han Dewang surrenders to the foreign tribes in Mobei and the master can use secret methods to remove the traces of the foreign evil gods, then what Taoist Puguang does is to comply with the principles of humanity, from which he can gain human luck and offset the backlash.  Puzhi thought in his mind, and without slowing down his movements, he accelerated towards the distance.  Suddenly, he secretly shouted in his heart, "No!" The next moment, he hurriedly offered the rosary magic weapon given by his master, and his spiritual power surged crazily.  I saw that the rosary beads were the size of the mouth of a bowl, and in each of them emerged a Buddha image, standing or sitting, with a halo on his back, hands tied with the image, and different postures.  "Boom!" Another thunderbolt fell, as thick as the mouth of a bowl and shaped like a horse, hitting the rosary magic weapon. ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? The Buddha's image was instantly destroyed after a little resistance, the light of the rosary quickly faded, and then cracked into dust.  Puzhi spurted out a mouthful of blood, fell into the air, and lay prone on the ground, extremely embarrassed.  After he calmed down, his face became a little sad: "The fruit of humanity cannot be deceived. If there are any traces, it will be sensed." Looking at the luck on the top of the head, a full 50% has been cut off, and he fell into the world of ghosts and immortals.  territory.  But compared to Taoist Puguang, he is already much luckier, at least he has no worries.  Now, the traces left by the evil god in this world have been fully revealed, and even the trace of dragon aura in Han Dewang's ancestral tomb cannot blind the human sense. ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????? There was constant thunder and heavy raindrops falling on the mountains.  Not long after, a layer of white mist appeared around the cemetery.  Well  I don't know if it was scouring of rainwater or what was the reason. At this moment, a crack appeared at this moment, and the rainwater was poured into it along the crack.  A trace of purple energy overflowed from the crack, turning into a big python with sparkling blood, revealing a trace of black energy, spiraling outwards, as if it wanted to escape from the trap.  Almost at the same time, a strong electric light suddenly appeared in the sky, shooting down quickly and landing directly on the tomb.     Pass!  !  The tall mound was instantly hit, causing dust to fly everywhere, and grass clippings and wood residue to fly.  When all the dust fell to the ground, the original tomb turned into a large pit with a radius of several feet, and the tombstones, coffins, and bones all disappeared.  The traces of purple energy quickly faded away, completely disappearing in a moment and turning into normal.  There must be a process for normal dragon energy to decay and subside.  From purple to golden yellow, and then to reddish green, this process can take at least ten days, or at most several years.  It's very rare to see something like this, mainly because the dragon energy was previously stimulated and a lot of it has been consumed.  In addition, the hands and feet made by the evil gods from the foreign land were sensed by humans and were hit by thunder in the earth's veins, causing the earth's energy to leak rapidly.  Han Dewang, who is on the battlefield, is naturally the most affected by the leakage of dragon energy in the earth veins of his ancestral grave.  At this moment, there was only a trace of purple energy left above his head, and he struggled to block countless gray and black auras three feet away.  This purple energy is born in accordance with the destiny of heaven and is regarded as a royal energy. It can not only avoid ghosts and gods, but also be inviolable by ascetics.  But now he is surrounded by resentment, death, and filth, and cannot be driven away at all.  Han Dewang used the venerable association to raise troops and encouraged tens of thousands of refugees to follow, causing too many killings.  If this battle is successful, it will be determined that Yingzhou Dragon Qi is orthodox, and it can be maintained with continuous nourishment of human Tao Qi.  Now that the army is defeated like a mountain, it is invaded by gray and black blood energy, and its luck is disappearing quickly.  "Retreat, retreat quickly! Hold the city and hold on!" Seeing that his general could no longer control the army, Han Dewang wiped the rain off his face, gave orders in a hurry, and quickly retreated towards the rear with his horse.  Beside him, the remaining twenty riders followed closely.  Occasionally, refugees blocked the way and were immediately stabbed down in the muddy water with spears.  "The leader of the thieves, Han Dewang, is trying to escape. General Wang, chase him quickly!" At this time, Tang Zhengming also noticed something strange about the thieves and hurriedly issued an order.  "Yes" Wang Xiang did not hesitate and quickly led the remaining cavalry away.  After fighting their way out of the military formation, they saw more than 20 horsemen surrounding a person from a distance, rushing towards the city gate.  Wang Xiang's heart moved slightly, and he directly drew out the big bow on his back and drew the arrows to full capacity.  "Peng" The sharp arrow shot out quickly, piercing the fine rain and mist.  Han Dewang swayed and fell off his horse.    "Brother?!" Several cavalrymen were stunned and then shouted.  I saw that the sharp arrow hit the back of the heart, and a trace of blood flowed from the wound.  When Han Dewang fell off his horse, his head hit the ground. He happened to hit a rock and fell unconscious. His head was bleeding and his body was covered in mud.  "Hurry up, don't go into the city, go around the city" The bearded general turned his head to look at the pursuing officers and soldiers, and then gave instructions.  Only one out of ten refugees left the city, either dead or captured. Now Crouching Tiger City has become a dead city. The remaining refugees cannot stop the officers and soldiers. In addition, Han Dewang was injured and unconscious, leaving the group without a leader and no one to take charge of the defense of the city. It is better to attack as soon as possible.  Better to avoid it.  "Chase, the leader of the thieves has been shot by me, don't let them escape" Wang Xiang shouted excitedly.  Killing the leader of the thieves was definitely a great achievement. How could he let these thieves escape?  Dozens of officers and soldiers rode horses and chased quickly through the mud and water.  After fighting for half a day, the horses ridden by more than 20 men with beards had already been exhausted. Some of them fell down in the mud just four or five miles away from the battlefield, and they still refused to get up no matter how hard they beat them.  "Is God going to destroy our brothers?" The beard-bearded general's name is Gao Mingzhong. He is Han Dewang's family member and is extremely loyal.  At this moment, he turned around and saw that the officers and soldiers were not far away. He gritted his teeth and ordered: "Lao Wu, Lao Ba, you two carry your eldest brother and leave quickly. The remaining brothers will follow me to form a formation here to meet the enemy and stop them." "Yes, three.  "Brother" The two big men who were named knew that the situation was urgent and did not refuse. They got back on their horses and ran towards the rain.  The remaining 20 or so cavalrymen in the field were all Han Dewang's confidants. They knew that staying would be a dead end, but none of them turned around and ran away.  They just held weapons and blocked the middle of the road.  The drizzle is hazy and murderous.  More than 20 people formed a military formation, their fates tightly condensed together, and with overwhelming murderous intent, they were forced into a desperate situation and could only fight against all odds.  Those officers and soldiers chasing him here also felt the murderous intent emanating from the other party, so they instinctively reined in the reins and stayed at a distance.  "Kill them, there are not many of them left. Kill them all, and the commander will reward you." Wang Xiang shouted, raised his spear and ran forward.  Led by him, the remaining officers and soldiers also urged their horses to rush towards these bandits.  The splashing blood mixed with the rain falling down, miserable howls, screams, and the dull sound of the body being pierced constantly filled everyone's ears.  This fight has been a life and death struggle from the beginning.  Being surrounded by officers and soldiers, Gao Mingzhong became more and more courageous as he fought.  The clouds above his head were now condensed into a red and white mass, like boiling water, rolling violently.  At the critical moment of life and death, fate senses it and tries its best to support and help in order to escape from the dead end.  The blood on his face turned into a stream, and his face became more and more ferocious. His burly body stood like an iron tower. He held his long knife high and brushed it twice, as if cutting down a rotten bamboo. Two officers and soldiers died.  As he killed several people one after another, the officers and soldiers in the field became even more chilled, and subconsciously stopped again.  At this moment, the sound of a bowstring was heard, and a long arrow suddenly penetrated more than half a foot from the front of the heart, straight through the back.  Gao Mingzhong staggered, but his body did not fall down. He continued to raise his knife and cut off the head of an officer and soldier in front of him. "Stab!" Wang Xiang threw away his bow and arrow, roared, and several people around him stabbed out their spears.  Gao Mingzhong screamed and fell into the muddy water. His eyes widened and he lost his life in a moment.  It took half a stick of incense to kill all the thieves.  Finding that there was no Han Dewang's body inside, they followed the hoof marks in the soil and chased into the distance.  Gradually, the entire battlefield calmed down, and the ground was littered with corpses. Mixed with the rain, it turned into a sea of ??corpses and a mountain of blood.  Tang Zhengming stood on the horse and sighed slightly.  Although the officers and soldiers won this battle, it was a tragic victory.  This time, all the troops from the two prefectures came out, totaling more than 10,000 people.  Now there are less than six thousand people standing in the field, and half of them have been lost.  Such casualties are too great.  We originally planned to kill Han Dewang and attack the remaining two palaces in one go, but now we can only postpone it.  Just as he was thinking about it, he saw Wang Xiang returning with the pursuing sergeant. There was a human head on the top of his spear, which was shaking with the wind and rain.  When he got close, Wang Xiang got off his horse and said loudly: "My lord, the leader of the thieves, Han Dewang, has been beheaded by the last general. There is someone's head here. Please check it, lord" Tang Zhengming was a little worried about Han Dewang escaping again. After hearing this,  He called two good ones, and then asked the officers and soldiers to capture the refugees and identify them.  After confirming again and again, he felt at ease.  He promised loudly: "The soldiers who chase Han Dewang this time will be rewarded with two silver coins."Twelve taels, General Wang will give you another reward later.  " The evil god from a foreign land used a secret method to connect his incense mind power with Han Dewang's dragon energy. There were changes in the outside world. He also felt the feeling in his heart, knowing that the traces he left in this world have been sensed by humanity. " Without waiting any longer, he looked at the Shinto  In the magic circle, the number of divine servants was decreasing. He gritted his teeth and released all the remaining souls in the holy coffin. For a moment, the entire magic circle was once again enveloped in the breath of death, and the evil god opened his mouth and sucked into the void.  Inhaling all the black mist, the lost aura of death above his head was quickly replenished, and the evil god's realm seemed to be much higher than before. He held the bone stick and quickly carved out a complicated star formation in front of him.  There is also a door made of skulls and bones, with a dark vortex exposed inside.
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