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Hong Yidao looked at the scene in front of her in disbelief. She didn't expect that in the face of life and death, she would actually knock down the avatar of the witch god.

Yang Qing exercised his awe-inspiring righteousness, stood up reluctantly, walked to the side of the snow wolf of the ice field, carefully put his hand on the tip of the snow wolf's nose, and found that the avatar of the witch god had lost a trace of breath.

"Sorcerer God avatar, dead!"

Yang Qing shouted excitedly, and his voice instantly spread throughout the entire Liaoxi county.

In the eyes of everyone, it is unbelievable.

But when they saw the huge corpse of the Icefield Snow Wolf, they had no choice but to believe that it was true, that the Valkyrie avatar was really dead.

"Sorcerer God avatar, dead!"

"died."

The defenders of Liaoxi County shouted excitedly, their voices full of joy for the rest of their lives.

Yang Qing remembered that in his dream that day, the Martial Sage Riding a Dragon said that when he was in crisis, he yelled three crazy Taoists. Now it seems that the Martial Sage Riding a Dragon must have saved everyone's lives by exerting force from the air.

Because of fear, Hong Daoist was in a hurry, and there was no magic power in his voice at all.

"Aren't you happy!"

There are also people with blank eyes, not knowing whether to move forward or retreat.

Seeing this, Liu Yue'e chopped her feet fiercely above the void, and her figure blurred and then disappeared.
"Participate in the fight!"

Snowflakes were like cutting leeks, passing through the crowd with a little bit of blood.

"go!"

I'm afraid that even if he fled back to Beimang, he might not be safe.

Yang Qing looked at the oncoming snowflakes, and faintly uttered four words from his mouth.

All of a sudden, person to person, voice to voice, and in a blink of an eye, the news of the demise of the witch god's avatar spread throughout Liaoxi County.

And he was the closest to the witch god's clone before, and naturally saw the fall of the witch god's clone the most clearly.

"Wouldn't it be fun for my teacher to be the suzerain and you to be the deputy suzerain!"

And Master Hongyi's name spread throughout Liaoxi County.

And for all the Beimang people who invaded Daxuan, there is only one ending to meet them, and that is to be buried in this foreign land forever.

Following the news of the demise of the witch god's avatar, it spread throughout Liaoxi County.

Regardless of whether it caused any harm to the two of them, Guoshi Hong Yan's figure flashed, and he had already turned into a blue aura, wrapped Ju Rui in it, circled an arc in mid-air, and then fled to the north.

"Martial Saint Riding a Dragon has boundless mana, Master Hongyi is invincible!"

Ju Rui opened his mouth wide in horror, only then did he realize why Master Hong Yan dragged him to escape.

The Northern Mang army naturally got the news.

Wu Xiu in black robe asked a Wu Xiudao with a broken arm beside him.

"If the witch god falls, then wouldn't it be the case in Beimang?"

Thinking of this, Master Hong Yan's body trembled slightly.

At the front of the team, Yang Qing and Liu Yue'e were floating in the air, looking at them with a sneer on their faces.

The national teacher Hong Yan sneered, and then said: "The position of the national teacher is a joke."

A quarter of an hour later, the fleeing team had already left the city of Liaoxi County, more than ten miles away from the collapsed city wall.

"There is a witch god suppressing it, and Yelv Gong, the lord of the country, restraining him. This national teacher is not suitable."

"what!"

Ju Rui looked at Guoshi Hong Yan blankly. He thought of the seriousness of the matter, but he didn't expect that the matter had reached such a serious level.

As soon as the words were spoken, a mysterious force fell on the snowflakes, and many snowflakes trembled and exploded in mid-air.

Arriving here, Master Hong Yan was determined that no one should notice him.

The national teacher Hong Yan nodded with a smile, and then stopped talking, his body was like a fish, swimming in the fleeing team, just a few flashes, and he had already reached the front of the team.

But most of the snowflakes stagnated in mid-air for a moment, then suddenly changed direction and rushed directly towards Beimang's team.

"My life is almost gone, can I still take care of these people?"

But if even the body of the witch god fell, it would be meaningless to take down Liaoxi County, and it would be taken back by the people of Daxuan sooner or later.

Thinking of this, Yang Qing floated up into the air, and in mid-air, he circulated righteous energy, and said loudly: "Master Hongyi is ordered by the Dragon Rider Martial Saint to kill the clone of the witch god!"

That is the legendary witch god, who has been in the northern mang for more than ten thousand years, and even the Daxuan Taizu, who was born in the sky, had nothing to do with the witch god.

The sorcerer next to him is Ju Rui.

And in the chaotic army, two black-robed witch cultivators mixed in with the fleeing team, quietly retreating with the army.

This is all for later, let's not talk about it for the time being.

Is even the mainland of Beimang going to fall?
"National teacher, hehe"

"The avatars of the witch gods have all fallen, I'm afraid the main body is also more or less ominous."

So he prepared to use escape technique and leave here with Ju Rui.

"At that time, we will go overseas and find a fairy island. With the treasures hidden in the imperial court, it will be enough to establish a sect."

It was just passed on, and the taste slowly changed. People who didn't know the truth, saw Master Hongyi wearing red clothes, and called him "Master Hong Yi" affectionately.

"Take the treasures in the imperial court's secret store, even if we escape overseas, it will be enough for us to cultivate for ten thousand years."

"Shhh, don't say it out loud, return to the capital as quickly as possible with the national teacher, open the secret treasure of the imperial court, take as much as you can."

"what"

The Wu Xiu with the broken arm said slowly, it was the national teacher Hong Yan.

"Let's go after taking it, and let that idiot Yelv Gong be Daxuan's punching bag."

"Why, you don't want to?"

"Haha, my national teacher likes your kid's cleverness."

However, he was not in a hurry to stand out, and there was still some distance from the first row of the team.

He knows more about the movement of the witch god than others.

The army of more than 30 people suddenly became chaotic. Some people who fell into madness continued to choose to attack the city, and many old and cunning people began to choose to retreat quietly.

When Ju Rui was stared at by him, he felt a chill in his heart, and hurriedly said: "How dare this subordinate, of course he wants to follow the national teacher, go through fire and water, and will not hesitate!"

Now, he died in the hands of Wusheng Qilong.

"Uh!"

The fall of the witch god avatar cannot be related to her.

It can be vaguely guessed that the witch god went to the southern border, and it should be to deal with the legendary dragon riding warrior.

"Then you are no longer a national teacher?"

In this way, even if someone notices that someone is running away, he will not immediately find him.

In his opinion, although the witch god clone fell, the strength of the Beimang army was slightly better than that of the defenders of Liaoxi County.

However, at this moment, there was a commotion in the crowd in front of them. Master Hong Yan and Ju Rui just glanced at it, and their expressions changed drastically.

At this time, Master Hong Yan no longer cared about hiding his whereabouts. With a shake of the staff in his hand, all the snowflakes accumulated on the ground suddenly floated up, and with a breathtaking cold light, they passed through the crowd and moved towards Yang Qing He rushed forward with Liu Yue.

"Master, do you really care about these people?"

Therefore, there is only one possibility, and that is the body of the witch god, I am afraid that he has already fallen.

The national teacher Hong Yan rolled his eyes, and there was a cold light in his eyes, and he glanced at Ju Rui beside him.

Master Hong Yan interrupted Ju Rui's words, and quietly transmitted the voice.

All the people who were hit by the snowflakes either froze into pieces of ice sculptures, or were directly penetrated by the snowflakes and died on the spot.

In an instant, tens of thousands of people died under these snowflakes.

"It's no wonder that this official committed murder in vain. If you want to blame, blame your national teacher!"

Yang Qing gently dropped this sentence, and threw all the murders on the national teacher Hong Yan.

Then he turned his eyes, looked in the right direction, and followed Liu Yue'e's figure, chasing after her.