I have been experimenting with medicine in the Palace of Longevity for 30 years

Chapter 468 Ten Great Witches!

"I will tell you after that kid falls!"

At this time, Qi Ling's soul seems to have realized that he still has some use value, and is no longer as obedient as before.

"Oh, is it itchy again?"

He Ping'an's eyes sharpened, and he slashed left and right again. His hands fought with each other, and he smashed the water god's halberd, shaking constantly, but the spirit of the weapon kept hiding in the water god's halberd, pretending to be dead, without saying a word.

Seeing that the other party still refused to say anything at this point, He Pingan took out more than ten spirit-sealing talismans from his bosom, and stuck the water god halberd tightly three times in and out.

Then he used mana to place a layer of restriction on it, completely sealing the Water God Halberd, and then he was relieved a little.

It's not that he is cautious, but these old monsters who have lived from ancient times to the present all have some special methods, so he has to be careful.

Otherwise, if this remnant soul of Gonggong escapes secretly, or sneaks into his own sea of ​​consciousness, then he will be in danger.

After finishing all this, He Pingan turned his eyes and looked at the gourd again. At this time, his limbs had turned into a puddle of sewage, leaving only the head and body of the witch god Hong Miao who barely maintained his human form.

In just one breath, Hong Miao's spirit fluctuations were calmed down and all of them were controlled.

The echo of the impact hadn't spread far, and all of them were about two feet tall, reminding that the burly Beiman cavalry had charged from more than ten miles away.

Hong Miao's consciousness suddenly came to his senses, and then he said angrily, "Don't even think about it, even if I blew myself up on the spot, I wouldn't surrender to you!"

Then he sat cross-legged on the ground and began to refine the pill.

And in the middle of the sky, the solid ice wolf totem slowly retracted one of its front paws.

Liaoxi County City.

Under the command of Zhang Yuanfang, the soldiers in the county city had already arrived at the defensive points on the city wall, and they were methodically preparing to meet the approaching enemy.

"Hong Miao, do you want to live?"

Thinking of this, He Pingan first used his mana to control the purple gold gourd to stop the erosion of Hong Miao. At the same time, with a flick of his sleeve, three pills with yellow aura fell directly into his mouth.

As for the rest of the power of consciousness, it cannot be recovered by pills, and it must be rested for half a month before it can be fully recovered.

At this moment, a voice came into Hong Miao's ears.

It's just a simple cavalry charge, but it can arouse the murderous aura of the anime. Even some tentative restrictions that Zhang Yuanfang placed outside the city before were directly torn apart by the murderous aura.

These three elixirs were all refined by He Pingan before, and they were high-quality solidifying elixirs, which were specially used to restore spiritual consciousness.

Whether Qi Ling's soul is telling the truth or not can only be confirmed by cross-examining Hong Miao.

"Boom!"

"Enemy attack, everyone be careful!"

In this purple gold gourd, there is no sun, no time.

However, despite Zhang Yuanfang's encouragement, the Beimang cavalry is obviously more powerful, with more people and horses, especially as ten black-robed monks walked out of the Beimang crowd, the momentum of the defenders of Liaoxi County suddenly languished To the extreme.

Soon, the Northern Mang cavalry had arrived three miles away from Liaoxi County.

Yes, there are just endless Sanwei Zhenhuo and Xuanbing cold air.

"If you want to blew yourself up, does Pindao agree?"

"Yes, it's me!"

"who is it?"

"This seat is not reconciled"

The Liaoxi defenders talked a lot, and everyone's faces were almost full of despair.

After being repaired by pills, his consciousness has recovered by half.

The armies of the two sides faced each other across the city, staring at each other, with invisible murderous intent, constantly rubbing and colliding in mid-air.

At this time, Hong Miao's consciousness was already in a trance.

Zhang Yuanfang was the person with the highest cultivation level present, and immediately sensed the boundless murderous aura, and immediately shouted repeatedly to remind everyone.

But before that, he needs to recover his consciousness first.

He Ping'an's sneer came from the purple gold gourd, and then countless bloody silk threads hidden nearby penetrated into the soul of the witch god Hong Miao with lightning speed.

The invisible murderous aura just now was actually caused by the attack of the Icefield Snow Wolf Totem.

The boundless murderous aura collided with the formation of light, making a dull sound, and then the entire Liaoxi County City trembled, and the snowflakes accumulated on the city wall flew in pieces, and were torn apart by the aftermath of the collision between the two.

Otherwise, the God Refining Art would not be able to function, and it would be difficult to search for souls or mobilize human letters.

In the entire Beimang, He Pingan killed twelve great witches in the previous battle at Xuanwu Cliff, and there were only ten great witches left.

Only a pair of incomplete spirits remained, controlled by the blood-colored silk thread of the human book, and fell into a complete coma.

The two heavens of ice and fire tortured Hong Miao to death, and his consciousness appeared a little trance.

"You want to enslave me?"

At the same time, the wrist that had been held in the sleeve was lightly raised, and the heavy official seal had fallen into the palm of the hand. The magic power was activated, and the protective array was fully opened, and the array was full of light, blocking the attacking murderous aura outside the city wall.

While speaking, Hong Miao's soul fluctuated suddenly, and his mutilated body began to swell.

And his limbs have been corroded into a pool of sewage by the two kinds of hot and cold mana, and even his body has melted most of it at this time.

At the same time, Sanwei Zhenhuo and Xuanbing's cold air quickly replenished, and in just one breath, the body of the witch god Hong Miao was completely turned into a puddle of sewage.

Goose feather snow fell from the sky, paving the ground more than three feet thick.

You know, in Beimang, only wizards who have reached the upper third rank can be called great wizards.

However, the remaining spiritual consciousness was enough for him to urge others to interrogate Hong Miao.

The elixir melted in the mouth, and it turned into a yellow elixir and flowed into He Ping'an's body.

"Ten, ten great witches have come!"

He Ping'an's voice seemed to fall from the nine heavens, and faintly spread into the purple gold gourd: "Hong Miao, hand over your soul, surrender to the poor, and spare you!"

And these cavalry, the horses they ride are also extraordinary, they are all the top-grade chasing horses from Beimang, and it is said that they also have the blood of the monster race, each of them has an eighth-rank cultivation base, and the ordinary tripping ropes arranged by the defenders can completely block them. There is no such thing as these galloping horses chasing after the wind.

Later, the witch gods took over Beimang, taught witchcraft, and encouraged them with supernatural powers. At this time, there were only about twenty great witches in Beimang.

When Hong Miao, whose consciousness was almost torn apart, heard this voice, he seemed to be grasping at straws. He looked around blankly, but couldn't find He Pingan's figure, but his consciousness became clear, and he heard it instantly. It was He Ping'an's voice, and it couldn't help but become sharper: "Wu Sheng Riding Dragon, it's you!"

Half a quarter of an hour later, He Pingan slowly sat up from the ground.

Then it turned into the power of the rolling soul, supplementing He Pingan's lost power of consciousness, and stabilizing the sea of ​​consciousness that had been hit hard before.

This is because he practiced the art of refining the gods, and his foundation of the soul was already stronger than that of ordinary demon gods.

At this moment, the goose feather snow on the sky had not yet fallen, but it seemed to be washed away by an invisible energy, and it was directly torn into pieces, and then directly turned into nothingness.

In the purple gold gourd.

After the head is also melted, Hong Miao, the sorcerer god who shocked Beimang, will completely disappear from the world and just fall.

Now there are ten great witches just under the Liaoxi County, which already represents half of the witch cultivators in Beimang.

In the cavalry lineup, there are also several unusually tall generals, whose strength is obviously far beyond ordinary people, and they are also eight generals of the third rank who specialize in martial arts.

And Liaoxi County City, together with Zhang Yuanfang, only had four upper third rank monks.

The difference in strength is so great that even if you hide in the large formation of the city guard, you can still feel the suffocating pressure rushing towards your face.

(End of this chapter)