How to become a wolf demon

Chapter 272 Camp gate mutation
A soldier recognized the identity of the monk who was stepping on the flying sword outside the gate, and the small school in charge of guarding the camp gate summoned a messenger soldier, and after whispering, he stood outside the railing of the camp gate's watchtower, answering with a smile on his face road:

"Master Dao, the rules in the army are strict, I dare not let you enter the camp without authorization, and besides, our young master of Yan Kingdom has never liked your Yanling faction, you should wait outside the door!"

After the Xiaoxiao finished speaking, he signaled his soldiers to put the tall head and thick fragrance respectfully in front of a picture of the door god.

He was chanting words, as if inviting a god to his body, a golden light flashed behind him, and a phantom of a Yin soldier, somewhat similar to his appearance, appeared above his head, and the little school formed a weird ritual with one hand, the Yin soldier The movements changed according to his movements, and a golden light shot out, lighting a joss stick as thick as a child's arm.

The golden light of the entire camp gate flashed twice, and the strong divine power of incense and fire squeezed out the aura outside the camp gate for a distance of several feet. The golden core sword cultivator writhed a bit in pain, and the flying sword under his feet wobbled a little. shake.

Under normal circumstances, the power of incense has no restraint on the mana of the monks, and the painful expression on the face of the golden core monk is not conspicuous in the night.

Xiaoxiao's miraculous power comes from the ancestral Yin soldiers who are related by blood. If he sincerely worships the city god and other heavenly officials during his lifetime, the people of Middle Earth will have the opportunity to not enter reincarnation after death, and become Yin soldiers or even priests.

After these yin soldiers and gods practiced the way of incense and fire, they were able to shelter their descendants, forming a virtuous circle. For hundreds of years, this method has become the norm in the vassal states of the world.

In this world, in the vassal kingdoms that rule the Middle Earth, the system of nobles and nobles is not only derived from the nobility of blood, but also firmly bound to the belief in incense, and even provides mortals, in addition to cultivating the Tao. Another source of supernatural power.

In this way, the forces of heaven, represented by city gods and other human gods, gradually grew stronger in the Middle Earth, and among the human race who practiced incense and gods after death, the best among them could even become heavenly priests.

The sect of monks enshrining the Sanqing is the first choice for the cultivation seeds who are willing to seek the Tao and be free, and become the first choice for the immortals. Both the immortals and the priests are under the jurisdiction of the heaven, but in the human world, the reserves of the two are always somewhat different. deal with.

The biggest dream of the small school is to become a god official after death, to engrave his name on the god tablet, so that future generations can become nobles and get rid of their humble status.

As for the Jindan Sword Cultivator outside the camp gate, it is estimated that what he is after is the birth of a Danpo infant, the unity of body and spirit, and the attainment of the Sanxian fruit status with the body of a human immortal.

"Back then, I begged my grandpa to tell my grandma that I wanted to join the mountain gate of the Yanling Sect. You drove him down the mountain on the grounds that my roots were not good. How come the Jindan Daoist, who has a Lihuo spiritual root, ran to the Dalai Lama?" Asking for help from the camp?"

A moment later, the young general in white robes rode a two-tailed fire leopard, and led a group of soldiers, ran from the tent of the Chinese army to the top of the camp gate, and the surrounding soldiers knelt down to salute.

"Young Master Qiao, which general is leading the army now? Ask him to come out and tell me that military affairs have nothing to do with a brat like you, who doesn't even have entry qualifications, dare to shout in front of me!" Xiu barely controlled the flying sword under his feet, pointed at the white-robed boy and scolded.

"Snapped!"

Young Master Qiao slammed the dark black long whip, his face turned green and red, and he felt that all the blood rushed to his head. The burning pain on his face seemed to have returned to those aunts in the palace who were refused to go down the mountain. When you laugh at yourself as a waste behind your back.

"I am the supervisor of the Manchurian army. All matters in this battle are under my jurisdiction. Even the general Le Jian must inform me of the deployment of troops. Why is it that the military affairs have nothing to do with me?"

"You are a lowly thing with a dog's eyes. My ancestors chose me to walk as a priest. The growth of my combat power is no faster than your stupid swordsmanship. If you have any news about He Shanrong, don't report it!"

Young Master Qiao frowned, his body was shining with golden light, and his aura surpassed that of Jindan Jianxiu outside the door. With a whip in his hand, he turned into dragons with teeth and claws in the air, and rolled towards Jianxiu.

The small school guarding the gate was a little excited. Being able to walk as a priest would at least carry the incense power of a ninth-rank priest. The ancestor of Young Master Qiao might now be the city god of some city in Yan Kingdom.

He always dreamed that one day he would be as majestic as Young Master Qiao, and he would have the opportunity to see Young Master Qiao make a move at close range, and after the war, the same clan would gather and have more things to brag about.

The soldiers nervously clenched their long spears. Most of them came from poor families, and their ancestors had no money to worship priests. In their generation, they naturally have no chance to be photographed by evil soldiers and gods. At most, they are practicing martial arts such as boxing and kicking. , to increase the chances of surviving in the battle.

In the aftermath of the battle between the descendants of the gods and the monks, if they accidentally touched them, at least they would end up with limbs and limbs.

That Jianxiu Yujian struggled to dodge Young Master Qiao's attack, swearing non-stop, and kept clamoring to see the leading general, showing extreme disdain for Young Master Qiao in his words.

There is almost no temperament and demeanor of a sword repairer.

Young Master Qiao saw that he didn't say what the so-called news was, and his face became more and more uneasy, his eyes rolled around, and he asked loudly:

"Before dispatching troops, the City God of Yicheng had an agreement with the head of the Yanling Sect. You are responsible for preventing the Ewen tribe from summoning the demon clan. The head of Jing once promised the City God that the most elite disciples of the three generations of the Yanling Sect will participate. Jieza, why are you reporting back by yourself now?"

"Fortunately, the Zongmen confiscated you to enter the camp back then, so I can't announce the military secret at the gate of the camp!"

"Idiot, quickly open the camp gate and let me in!"

Jianxiu seemed to be seriously injured, and the sword energy he swung had lost the momentum it used to have.

Young Master Qiao slapped the Fiery Leopard on the head, and the leopard sneezed, spewing sparks, and the surrounding temperature began to rise rapidly. The soldiers were sweating profusely, wishing to take off all their armor.

The young general in white robe hung his long whip around his waist, took out his spear, and jumped down from the gate of the camp!

The main general of Yan State's army is Le Jian, who is currently setting up camp on the mountain peak on the other side of the canyon. Young Master Qiao is indeed the highest-ranking soldier in the army here. Although all the soldiers guarding the gate were startled by his actions, they are still standing in their own camp. In front of the door, there was only Jianxiu alone, and they wanted to ask Yan Jun, but they didn't think about the direction of the trap.

Although the monks of the Zongmen were somewhat at odds with the descendants of the priests, they would never engage in life-and-death fights in public, and everyone maintained a superficial harmony.

Young Master Qiao has a lot of grudges against the Yanling Sect, and is notoriously hot-tempered. It is expected that he will be rude to Jianxiu, but Jianxiu also seems to have taken the wrong medicine today, and keeps teasing Young Master Qiao.

The guards on the gate tower commanded the sergeant to open the gate of the camp, and they were about to form a formation to help Young Master Qiao capture Jianxiu. Unexpectedly, in a moment, the situation outside the gate of the camp changed drastically.

That sword cultivator actually resorted to a reckless attack, without dodging or evading, and charged straight at the spear in Young Master Qiao's hand. When the spear pierced into his stomach, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he grabbed Young Master tightly. Joe, and then a cloud of gray mist surged from his body, enveloping him.

The essence and blood in Jianxiu's body burned out, turned into a gray horse, and disappeared into the distance. Only the fire leopard stayed where it was, not knowing what happened...

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