Chapter 210 Wiping the Sword and Shocking the World (7)

The star tree swayed, and Zhang Biao entered the dream world again.

The surroundings became dark, and the human-faced leaves of the Star Tree looked upward, showing a sea of ​​stars in the dream sky.

"Fighting skills, Tai Sui..."

Zhang Biao used the method of dream divination and silently recited the relevant information in his mind. Suddenly, bright lights and shadows appeared in front of his eyes, and dense dreams emerged.

His eyes were cold, and he concentrated on checking patiently, looking for anyone with an unusual status.

There are limitations to the method of dream divination. If there is protection from the divine realm, it will be difficult to sense it. However, at this moment, a large number of people gathered in Yunxia Pass, and not all of them are within the scope of the divine realm of the Fire Sect.

Soon, he found someone.

This is a man wearing the official robe of Yuzhen Palace. Although he is well-dressed, he has a sinister look and is extremely vulgar.

This is not surprising. When Yuzhen Mansion was first established, it was a mixed bag of mud and sand. Everyone was accepted, and many of them were former thieves in the green forest.

Sure enough, after investigating with the spiritual eyes, this person was called Pu Jiu. He was originally a thief who traveled around the country. By chance, he was able to drive Jingmei to work in Yuzhen Mansion.

He doesn't have much ability, but he is alert and good at sensing danger, so he was sent to transport baggage. He is currently stationed on the mountain road on the Luzhou side of Yunxia Pass.

This person is currently having an erotic dream, dreaming of sneaking into the palace and fooling around with the concubines...

Zhang Biao was a little speechless, but his movements were not slow. He stared at the dream, squeezed the magic formula, and murmured in his mouth.

Uh-huh!

He jumped up and appeared directly in his dream.

Birch's lineage studies the dream world, and there are four kinds of magic. Although he often uses "Dream Divination" and "Nightmare Curse", it does not mean that the other two are useless.

The art of dreaming can make oneself fall into a dream, and can also make others fall asleep and sneak into their dreams.

The art of dreaming is weaving dreams.

Every dream is similar to a divine realm, controlled by the dreamer. The moment Zhang Biao entered, he was discovered by Pu Jiu.

"who?!"

Pu Jiu was agitated and watched nervously.

At the same time, dreams also begin to distort. This is an instinctive defense. If not for this, most people would be corrupted by the evil spirits of nightmares.

Zhang Biao was not in a hurry, and after striding out, he used the magic of illusion to transform into Zhao Mian wearing a dragon robe, with a face full of majesty and murderous intent, and angrily shouted: "Bold Pu Jiu!"

"Your Majesty, spare your life!"

Pu Jiu trembled all over and knelt down on the ground with a plop. He didn't even notice that the beams and pillars of the palace began to deform in his dream.

Zhang Biao gradually opened up his psychological defense line through coercion and inducement, and then used the ecstasy technique.

"I can spare your life, but I want you to do something..."

"Your Majesty, please give me your instructions."

"During the battle of wits, root out the rebellion for me..."

After some psychological hints, Zhang Biao exited the dream.

At the same time, on the mountain road outside Yunxia Pass, long convoys were connected. Some of the soldiers responsible for transporting them lit bonfires, while others were wrapped in blankets and snored constantly.

"call--!"

Pu Jiu woke up suddenly with a heavy breath, covered in cold sweat, and looked around in panic.

"Brother Pu, what's wrong?"

The colleagues from Yuzhenfu next to him asked quickly.

"Nothing, I just had a nightmare..."

After Pu Jiu sat down, his eyes were a little confused.

He couldn't help but look at the surrounding vehicles, and various aromas came from them. They were all filled with spices and wood used in the Fire Sect's grand ceremony.

He seemed to remember that these things were important and what he wanted to do, but he couldn't remember...

On the altar of Qingfeng Village, Zhang Biao was still in a dream.

He had given Pu Jiu a hint that on the day of the fight, firewood and spices would be lit to create chaos.

But this is not enough.

A little confusion, not enough to be a coup de grace.

Thinking of this, he continued to check the dream and found the leader of the Fire-headed Army who hinted at poisoning. He found the groom responsible for feeding the spiritual beasts and hinted at spreading croton...

Relying on the method of entering dreams, Zhang Biao is like a devil in a dream, laying mines in various areas, waiting to be detonated on the day of the battle.

Perhaps, some people are just unknown people, but when it comes to life and death, Zhang Biao has no mercy in his heart.

The day these people arrived at Yunxia Pass, they were destined to be on the opposite side of him. If the battle failed and they massacred the women and children of Qingfeng Village, they would not be at all soft-hearted.

Before I knew it, it was already late at night.

Although Zhang Biao was like a ghost to these people, the continuous use of the method of entering dreams had made him mentally exhausted, so he decided to stop temporarily.

However, a dream that suddenly appeared attracted his attention.

It was a mass grave. A huge coffin was parked in the mud. The coffin banged. An old man in black robe wanted to escape, but he couldn't leave the coffin no matter what.

After checking with the spiritual eyes, this person's name is Gu Huaide. He was originally a Yin-Yang man from Luzhou. After his spiritual energy recovered, he obtained half of the ancestor's corpse-raising method and became domineering in the countryside.

Daliang's army entered Luzhou. In order to survive, this man threw himself into Yuzhen Mansion and was assigned to guard the coffin of the corpse He Lianzhao...

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Before I knew it, the sky was getting slightly brighter.

At this time, the altar can be seen more clearly. It is entangled with the roots of the willow tree, and wooden frames are built around it for reinforcement.

It seems simple, but its power is not small.

Liu Ling was originally the mountain god of this area. He controlled the aura of the earth's veins. Through his roots, he could enable Zhang Biao to mobilize the aura of the surrounding earth's veins.

As for the bronze altar of the ancient ancestors, it is the final insurance. If the seventh-level clone of the Brahma god comes and it is difficult to resist, he will lead it into the world of residual dreams.

Of course, this move is extremely dangerous and should not be used unless it is absolutely necessary, lest it attracts something terrible...

Thinking of this, Zhang Biao stood up slowly.

Everything around the ten-foot-high altar was wrapped in thick fog, and strong winds roared, but Zhang Biao could see clearly when he looked down.

The entire Qingfeng Village is busy.

The two strange birds have been tamed again and are carrying the disciples of the Tiandi Sect to take off to Lushan City to find out the news.

Wu Tiexiong, Yu Kui and others were also busy, chiseling wood and forging iron, making giant siege crossbows and placing them around the village.

By interrogating Zhou Dalang, he already knew that the strange bird was called the Ghost-headed Crow, occupied a mountain range, and ate people in groups.

When Daliang marched into Luzhou, he surrendered it. In other words, Daliang now had the air power of dozens of people.

The giant crossbow alone may not be enough, but with the help of Liu Ling and the fog and wind, we can take advantage of the home field.

Of course, Liu Ling is also busy.

At this time, Yu Ziqing was naked in the temple, covered in spices, his eyes rolled white, and he was in a state of madness, dancing and murmuring.

Countless willow branches swayed and the wind howled.

No movement could be seen in reality, but through the Nuo surface, Zhang Biao saw streaks of black mist roaring over the mountains and rivers around the spiritual world. These were all the enchanting monsters entrenched in the mountains.

Spiritualism…

Zhang Biao was a little surprised and quickly used his spiritual eyes to investigate.

He only knew that Liu Ling had been promoted and reached the fifth level like him, but he was so busy after coming back that he did not expect that Yu Ziqing had mastered the new spirit witchcraft.

Although it is still immature and the people it attracts are lonely ghosts who are not worthy of being on the stage, it is a guarantee for the formation of Yin soldiers in the future.

Everyone is growing.

Zhang Biao felt relieved, and then looked to the southeast behind him, guessing that Wang Xin had arrived at the location.

If they can succeed there, they will definitely give Daliang a surprise...

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Lushan City, inside the Chenghuang Temple.

"Senior nephew Xuanhua, this move was impulsive..."

Xu Chen looked at the people from the Law Enforcement Hall covered in blood below. Although he sighed and shook his head, his heart was filled with joy.

This bunch of idiots actually massacred the Yanjia Sect's headquarters and dared to come to investigate themselves. I'm afraid they will be in bad luck when they return to the mountain.

Thinking of this, his face became even more ugly, and he frowned and asked, "Kill them all? No one ran away?"

Xuan Hua's eyes were gloomy, "Three of them ran away. One of them is named Bai Zhongshan. His Taoism is far beyond that of ordinary disciples, and his aura is a bit wrong. There must be a ghost. Maybe he killed his senior brother and put the blame on me."

"What's the use of saying this?!"

The junior brother next to Xu Chen looked ugly and reprimanded: "Lushan City Market, we agreed to abide by neutrality, but you massacred the Yanjia Sect's headquarters in the blink of an eye, how can we explain to others!"

Xuan Hua glanced coldly and said, "They were the ones who made the first move and plotted against me. Besides, I made a mistake and I will handle it on the mountain. I don't need to bother my uncle."

"You?!"

"OK OK…"

Xu Chen quickly smoothed things over, stroking his beard and said: "Kill him or her, the Yanjia Sect has too much time to take care of themselves now. If they want to come to Lushan City to open a business, they can't get around us. This matter will most likely be a bullshit and nothing will be done."

"Let's not mention this matter now. Tai Sui will have to fight with Daliang the day after tomorrow. There may be some mistakes. Since my nephew Xuan Hua is here, he will accompany me to the mountain to watch the battle. I will plead with the sect afterwards..."

The corners of Xuanhua's eyes twitched, and he wanted to refuse, but looking at the uneasy fellow apprentices behind him, he could only sigh slightly, cupped his hands and said, "I will follow my uncle's orders."

After they left, Xu Chen explained to his junior brother: "This time, Gu Chou and I will go up the mountain. The disciples from the Law Enforcement Hall happened to stay behind to assist. Keep an eye on the City God's Temple and don't be careless."

"Yes, senior brother."

After the arrangements were made, Xu Chen rode out.

Outside the City God's Temple, two cavalrymen were already waiting. One was in a leather armor and a mysterious robe, the other was in a white splendid robe, both carrying long swords. It was Xuan Hua and Gu Chou.

Both of them were sword cultivators. They looked at each other, the flying swords behind them buzzed and trembled, and there was a solemn look in their eyes.

Gu Qiu first suppressed his breath, smiled respectfully and said with his hands in his hands: "Xuan Du Guan's master is really good, I'm really old."

Xuan Hua didn't appreciate it at all, a trace of suspicion flashed in his eyes, "Master Gu is very good at cultivating himself, and he hides it deeply enough..."

Gu Chou laughed aloud and ignored him. Instead, he looked at Xu Chen and saw that he was carrying a brocade box on his back. He asked curiously: "Immortal, are you going to give gifts when you go up the mountain?"

Old Taoist Xu Chen stroked his beard and shook his head and said: "Tai Sui came to help me before. The things I promised you have long ago happened to be useful in fighting. I gave them to you as a favor."

"oh?"

Gu Chou's eyes were filled with deep meaning, "Does the immortal think that Tai Sui still has a chance of winning this time?"

Old Taoist Xu Chen was silent for a moment, remembering the way he saw Zhang Biao in Tiger Leaping Gorge, he shook his head and said, "I'm not sure who will win or lose. Let's go, don't waste the time."

Lushan City is still one day away from Qingfeng Village. Others have already left, and they are the last to leave.

Fortunately, the three of them were all highly cultivated. They galloped all the way, and the evil spirits in the mountains and forests along the way did not dare to intrude. Finally, they arrived at Qingfeng Village the next day.

After being led up the mountain, we came to the temporary terrace of Qingfeng Village and watched the towering altar from a distance.

"Taoist Master Xuchen, you are late."

"I've met Elder Hu."

Elder Hu of the Five Immortals Sect immediately stepped forward to talk.

Both of them are experienced people, and they already know each other's attitude after just a few words of greeting.

Phew~

At this moment, a strong wind suddenly blew up in Qingfeng Village.

"here we go…"

Someone let out a low cry and looked up into the sky.

On the altar, Zhang Biao was sitting cross-legged and took out a small black jade cauldron from his arms, which was the Radium cauldron.

He took out two more objects, one was the Fiery Demonic Pestle and the other was the Human Head Vine, which was the medium for casting spells.

According to common sense, the weaker Lu Xianggong must be dealt with first, but Zhang Biao did not hesitate to put in the demon pestle, then made a seal with his left hand and recited the ghost curse.

The ghosts cursed, and the ghosts and gods danced.

In the past two days, Yu Ziqing has helped Liu Ling summon a large number of charming souls. They are all restrained and controlled by wicker sticks and hung in the spiritual world. They are densely packed like hanging trees. Even the present world is affected and appears to be gloomy. dense.

As he chanted, the dark wind suddenly blew up along with the wicker branches, and even everyone in the world could hear the ghost's shrill howl in their ears.

Xuan Hua's eyes changed, "This Tai Sui...has such profound cultivation."

Old Taoist Xu Chen also had a serious look on his face. He looked at the brocade box in his hand with some hesitation. He turned around secretly and changed the contents inside. Then he sighed and murmured: "I may be wrong..."

Regardless of everyone's thoughts, Zhang Biao was concentrating on it and constantly circulating his Qi. As he recited the mantra, the Qi of the earth's veins spiraled up along several willow spirits, and frost began to condense around him.

Bang!

Suddenly, he slapped the laser cauldron hard.

The black ripples visible to the naked eye spread toward Yunxia Pass, then quickly disappeared and entered the spiritual world.

Casting spells remotely relies on the power of the spiritual world.

A battle of skills, a battle of skills, a battle of mysteries.

Since no one has clairvoyance, they naturally cannot see the situation at Yunxia Pass, but the ability to cast a thousand-mile curse has made many people's eyelids tremble.

Rumble…

At this moment, the thick fog in the direction of Yunxia Pass became gloomy at a speed visible to the naked eye, and at the same time there was the sound of wind and thunder.

The face of Elder Hu from the Five Immortals Sect changed, and he cursed angrily: "These Hu Luo Sect people are really not very particular. They started a divine battle right after the fight started. They clearly want to win by numbers."

When everyone heard this, they quickly used their skills.

Some people lit the yellow talisman, and some people squeezed the magic spell soul to enter the spiritual world. A monk from the Lianhua Sect raised his right hand, and there was a glazed eye in the palm of his hand moving around.

I saw in the desolate spiritual world, in the distance, an army was wrapped in black mist, roaring towards...