Cultivation of immortals begins with the appearance of ancestors

Chapter 82

His figure is even more incomparable, and he dodges, hiding behind a huge boulder.

Looking at the arrows whizzing past his head, his expression changed.

Deng Qian also noticed that the arrow was soaked with black dog's blood, and a jet-black charm was tied on the upper half. The jet-black charm had a strong smell of inspiration, and it was extremely extraordinary at first glance.

"When did the Fengxi county government become so rich!"

"There are not only cinnabar armor-piercing arrows, but also charm blessings. Could it be that you are traveling with the guard of honor of Dongshenguan Guoshi?"

Deng Qian's eyes were a little shocked.

No wonder he thought so.

He has also been to many places, and was wanted for committing crimes, but relying on the skills in his hands, he escaped smoothly even if he was chased and killed by a forging martial artist in the public school. However, similar to today's, he is the first see you for the first time.

At this time, he glanced at the trails down the mountain from the corner of his eye, and only glanced at Deng Qian, and suddenly he secretly groaned in his heart.

Several trails have been completely blocked.

It was very difficult to escape this time.

Seeing that the first wave had suppressed the middle-aged Taoist, Zhang Jian waved his hand, and immediately behind him, dozens of county soldiers, Jianyong and Jianyong, slowly surrounded him with iron tooth shields and swords.

There are also a few master archers who changed their positions secretly. They were a few of the Zhang family's dealers. They were originally good players in the world.

Deng Qian squinted his eyes, and a wooden stick appeared in his hand. At this time, relying on the induction with the natal ghost in the wooden stick, he had a clear understanding of the surrounding movements, but he knew everything, but he had no way to break the situation.

"Rush over and save the elder brother!"

But at this moment, several shouting voices came from behind.

Deng Qian's expression changed, and he was about to stop drinking when he saw a dark wind rising up on the mountain, and the ground shook, and there were bursts of explosions from the depths of the earth. Appearing, he rushed towards a group of soldiers who were surrounding Deng Qian.

The stench was caught in the stench, which made the faces of the soldiers change, and they couldn't help but panic.

A few soldiers were caught off guard by this giant ghoul and slapped them flying, knocking them to the ground.

Fortunately, with the protection of the iron teeth shield, although the muscles and bones were hurt, he was not directly breathed to death.

"Listen to my orders, the first team, the first round of salvo!"

Zhang Lu next to him quickly entered the state. Immediately, he shouted commands loudly, and the soldiers behind him stabilized their minds, subconsciously bent their bows and shot arrows in one go, and dozens of red streamers pierced through the air in an instant and pierced the tall wight.

Crackling! !
If dozens of firecrackers sounded.

Accompanied by the sound of a shrill horn, countless green blood dripped from the wounded place of the tall ghoul, and there were dozens of continuous explosions under its body surface, and it was suddenly shattered into pieces. , burst apart.

That is the power of the Soul Purification Mantra!

When the ghoul was shot, the face of one of the running Taoists behind him changed, and he fell to the ground without a sound.

"Sixth Junior Brother!"

Seeing this scene, the expressions of the other Taoists changed drastically.

"Wooden ghost, kill!"

The slender second senior brother is the most vicious. Behind him is a long hunting flag waving, it is a long green flag, and on the long flag there is another one-horned ghost head, which is so lifelike at this time, it suddenly flies out under the dark wind, It's like choosing someone to eat.

The moment he flew out, he actually sank into the bushes under his feet, and in an instant, seven or eight vines with thick wrists emerged from the ground, like pythons, and swept towards everyone.

In just a split second, the soldiers who were closer to the front were suddenly rolled up by the snake-like vines and flung towards the air.

Zhang Jian snorted coldly when he saw this, and with the flick of his fingers, the Fengxing spell formed a talisman in his hand, which turned into a stream of light and fell on several soldiers who were thrown away, helping them reduce gravity and avoid falling directly to death.

These elite soldiers are the seeds of the Zhang family army!

You can't lose it easily!

His huge divine sense swept out, and his sensitive divine sense instantly locked on a weak Jiamu ghost energy on a nearby vine!

He gestured to Zhang Lu beside him, and at the same time pointed to the hiding place of the wooden ghost.

"Second team, Fenglei team step forward!"

As soon as the words fell, five masters in red undershirts and iron armor stepped forward.

Zhang Lu waved his hand slightly and shouted sharply.

"shoot!"

I saw a few archers bending their bows and setting arrows in an instant.

Hearing the order, the five archers immediately locked their positions and shot an arrow.

The five arrows pierced through the big tree by the roadside like a streamer.

Boom! !

At this time, it was like thunder from the sky, and five red lightning bolts pierced the sky and landed on the big tree with a bang. There was a faint scream inside, and the Taoist who was about to respond to Deng Qian's eyes widened, showing his might in an instant. The figure fell straight to the ground.

"The art of raising ghosts!"

Immediately, Zhang Jian looked at this scene with slightly fluctuating eyes.

The art of raising ghosts usually refers to heresy sorcerers who raise natal spirit ghosts. It is very easy to backfire with spirit ghosts.

The armor-breaking team in his hands is really the nemesis of these people.

Those spells are different from other spells, relying on passive activation.

Only those who possess Yin Qi, or demons and ghosts can be passively aroused.

If it is a mortal body of flesh and blood, those spells will not be effective, and can only rely on the sharpness of the cinnabar armor-piercing arrow itself, but that kind of sharpness can do limited damage to the warlock itself.

"Second Senior Brother!"

On the other side, seeing that only two rounds of salvos had been fired, two people had already fallen on his side, while the remaining four Taoists were angry and hated, and immediately looked for a place to avoid the rain of arrows, not daring to confront the soldiers' arrow rain head-on.

Deng Qian's eyes were red, and this time he stopped planning to surrender.

The two senior brothers who had already died aroused the hatred in his heart.

He immediately turned to several senior brothers behind the mountain wall, speaking in the native dialect of Shanyang County, and shouted sharply. "Third Junior Brother, you come to cover, Fourth Junior Brother, you manipulate the mighty god and demon to move the boulder, let's fight a bloody path!"

"..."

Immediately hearing the middle-aged Taoist shouting, Zhang Jian had weird eyes, thinking that he couldn't hear clearly in his native dialect.

He immediately stretched out his divine sense, and signaled for a few skilled archers in place to change their positions again.

The sharpshooters heard the order, and immediately moved their positions again. After a while, with a few screams, the figures that had just jumped out instantly became targets with incomparable heroism.

Arrows pierced through the body, one by one hated the mountains.

Zhang Jian just watched this scene indifferently, but he still had some thoughts deep in his heart.

He also found a few problems this time when he sent troops to suppress bandits, that is, the method of passing orders in the army is still too primitive, relying entirely on legs and shouts, which can easily reveal his intentions and orientation.

Zhang Jian felt a little helpless. He knew that at this time, corresponding sign language and semaphore should be created, which could effectively avoid such problems.

It's a pity that he was ignorant in his previous life, he only knew how to read new things.

Now I know that those things are treasures, but I can't use them, and I spend a lot of energy to practice and create them.

Zhang Jian sighed a little, the elites were young, and if they wanted to raise a team of elites, the Zhang family still needed to spend a lot of money.

(End of this chapter)