Chapter 163 The Banner of the Han

The tall man looked at the unruly, red-armored youth, sensing that the other's strength was only so-so, at the level of an ordinary little mountain god. He really couldn't believe what his colleague had said—that he charged straight ahead without even turning a corner to investigate.

But the swordsman was so sure about it. The tall man pondered for a moment, and seeing that the youth was not strong and had ordinary foundations, he frowned and asked, "Why can't he be killed?"

The swordsman punched the youth in the chest, knocking the young general speechless with pain. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead. Only then did he withdraw his gaze, expressionless.

"His name is Huo Qubing, a disciple of the Jade Void Sect."

"Jade Void Sect..."

The tall man murmured these four words, understanding his teammate's concerns.

Killing others was fine, but a disciple of the Jade Void Sect, specifically a disciple of the Jade Void Sect, a disciple of one of the top ten experts who was skilled in the Dao of Karma. It was still alright to conceal their presence with turbid Qi now, but if they killed him, they would definitely be discovered, exposing themselves and prematurely revealing their presence in the cleansed world.

Therefore, he couldn't be killed.

Even polluting his true spirit with turbid Qi was difficult, as that also represented the death of the original true spirit, which would trigger the detection of [Karma]. At this moment, the tall man truly felt why concepts like karma and heavenly secrets were on the same level as [Fate].

"Alright, I understand. But what about the others?"

"So many, are all of them so-called disciples of the Jade Void Sect?!"

He raised his eyes, his sharp gaze sweeping across the front. Behind the young man, there were also 'people' in ragged clothes, sealed by layers of arrays, their faces silent, like a group of miserable slaves, numbering in the hundreds.

He realized that if there were only the old man and the young man, they could just be taken away. They weren't a threat. But there were hundreds of people here, of various races, which was enough to be a burden. "Kill them all."

The swordsman was silent, then suddenly released a sword Qi, illuminating the surroundings.

Thus, it could be clearly seen that the Qi of the young general and the Qi of these hundreds of ragged, slave-like people were directly merging into one. It was a unique human military battle formation, the technique of connected Qi veins. The swordsman said woodenly, "I've already tried it."

"After capturing them, he has been resonating with the Qi of this group of creatures from the Northern Sea."

"This is a strange array that distributes fatal damage evenly."

"And this guy's strength is actually in the lower-middle range among these people. If you want to kill them, he will be the first to die."

The young general sneered contemptuously at them.

The swordsman suddenly acted, slamming the hilt of his sword heavily on the young general's head, creating a hideous wound. Then he kicked him to the ground, repeatedly stomping and kicking, making the young man's injuries even more severe. But even such severe damage did not break the connection of Qi.

Only the hundreds of Northern Sea elites stood in silence.

Someone couldn't bear it and took half a step forward, but was stared at coldly by the young general. So he slowly retracted his right foot.

"Hmph! A thorny one!"

The swordsman fiercely struck the young general's face with the sword scabbard, splattering blood. The young man staggered, but spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his expression gloomy and unruly, sneering, "Yo, didn't have breakfast? Is that all the strength you've got?!"

"My little wife hits me harder than you." The swordsman's expression was livid.

He gripped the sword hilt, wishing he could kill this kid with one strike.

In the end, he just kicked him heavily in the chest, sending the top-notch human craftsmanship and the Northern Sea artisan talisman armor flying back with large cracks. The whole person flew backward, smashing into the array, his face painful. A touch of red flew out from the middle of the young general's armor...

Huo Qubing's expression changed, and he subconsciously lunged forward to snatch it back, but a foot directly stepped on his arm.

The tall man leaned over, picking up what he wanted to take back, and saw that it was a flag, a slightly deep red, with black borders, and a large character written on it in an ancient way—[Han].

"Give it back to me!"

Huo Qubing growled in his throat.

"Hmph, just a few hundred pieces of trash, take them all with you."

The tall man sneered and waved his hand. The Great Han military flag was thrown down, and when Huo Qubing went to grab it, he stepped on this last remaining flag, personally given to Huo Qubing by Wei Qing, with his shoe soles stained with blood and mud, grinding it hard.

Finally, with anger, he slammed Huo Qubing away with immense force, his face cold.

"When the time comes, drive them in front as bait and cannon fodder." "What's the use of a mere few hundred mortals?!"

He turned his sleeve and strode away. Soon after, he threw Grandpa Shu over as well. The old man cursed, saw the young general over there, saw the hundreds of Northern Sea elites silently guarding the young man in the middle.

If it weren't for Huo Qubing during this time, they would have been killed.

They could only watch the young general being tortured.

They had descendants of gods, merfolk, and transformed fierce beasts, but now they were all silently watching Shu being released, or rather, they had been watching those turbid Qi demon gods with such calm and suppressed gazes.

It was like lava flowing under ice.

Only the sound of breathing and the faint sound of the rattling chains could be heard.

The silent murderous aura flowed like water. Shu Di shrunk his neck, intending to speak with a dry laugh, and then saw the young man staggeringly get up, pick up the flag, and hug it in his arms, lowering his head. After a while, he suddenly said, "Old man, were you also captured?"

"Yes, alas, it's all because of Old Buzhou. That slap was really merciless."

Shu Di complained annoyedly.

Finally, he looked at the chains suppressing his strength on his body and was just frustrated.

There was no way. Back then, he divided his foundation into three parts, leaving only the auxiliary type of ability [Transformation]. This thing, when combined with Old Hu's [Falsification], still had some tricks, but separated, it was very useless.

At least, he wasn't good at attacking.

Damn it, if he had Old Buzhou's ability, he could kill them all with one slap.

He had been wise all his life, cough cough, barely wise all his life, watching countless jokes. He never expected that he would end up becoming a joke himself.

But Old Buzhou and Hu must not find me. Die?

Acceptable!

Become a joke? Unacceptable!

Become a joke and then be laughed at by Old Buzhou and Hu?

Then I would crawl out even if I died!

The young man chuckled and said, "Then why don't we join forces? These people seem to be planning to do something..." Shu Di hesitated, sensing that those turbid Qi demon gods regarded them as cannon fodder, because they didn't think they could make any waves, so they didn't care what they were saying. He relaxed and mumbled,

"It's possible, but how? How many people do you have?"

Huo Qubing lowered his eyes, looking at the battle flag stained with blood and mud.

When his uncle handed it to him back then, this battle flag was as fiery as the Yan Han. At that time, he led eight hundred light cavalry. Now, all the old friends had passed away, and only he and this old battle flag remained in his memories.

And in his memory, the brilliance of Yan Han only existed here. He said in a hoarse voice,

"Originally, there were a thousand, but some were lost." "Now, I still have eight hundred light cavalry."

The eight hundred Northern Sea elites behind him, who were originally unruly and unconvinced by his leadership, stepped forward silently, their military might brewing in silence, connected to the young man's Qi, as if a scarlet dragon was rising behind him in the heavy air.

The fierce Yan Han.

"All are willing to fight to the death."

Shu Di looked at the seemingly real baleful aura and muttered to himself, "Transformation?"

Who said that transformation must be a body of flesh and blood?

"I seem to have a way..."

The young man looked at the battle flag, carefully folded it, and placed it in his arms, close to his heart.

Uncle, the battle flag of the Great Han will surely fly high.

Over the graves of you scum!

Wei Yuan rubbed his temples, putting away the books in his hand and placing them on the shelf.

Looking at the blue sky outside, the previously existing rifts in the Mountains and Seas had been completely smoothed over. He took a sip of the milk tea next to him, biting the paper straw. Originally, he had many things to do, needed to try to awaken the bodies of Chi You and Xing Tian, ​​needed to go to Tushan, but now they were all suppressed.

Temporarily dragged to the back.

Even Zhu Jiuyin didn't know what he was doing, and he couldn't be contacted for a short time. So there was no way to retrieve Xing Tian and Chi You's battle souls.

He looked at the Chang'an sword still in its sheath.

All his killing intent, anger, and baleful aura were entrusted to it.

This was a very simple method of nurturing a sword, which he was very familiar with during the Tang Dynasty. It was originally used as a killing move, but later he discovered that, whether it was demons and monsters or powerful soldiers and bandits encountered along the way to the West, under the monk's water-milled Zen staff, it was simply four big characters, equal rights for all beings.

Later, the monk was gone.

This path of nurturing a sword, which was originally meant to help the monk, could have been used, but at that time, the wandering hero found that in this vast world, there was no enemy worthy of him using this move, even the so-called Yuanchen Celestial Gods were just a matter of one sword.

Accumulating momentum to nurture a sword was just boring.

Now Wei Yuan had long since passed the time when his appetite was greatly increased. His breakfast was only tofu pudding, fried dough sticks, tea eggs, and other simple things. When eating breakfast, Wei Yuan casually told Jue that he had something to do today.

If she was interested, she could also go to the lecture on Buzhou Mountain.

The Great Wilderness Emperor Jun came from the stars and looked down at the outside world from Heavenly Emperor Mountain, looking back at Yu the Great, Si Wenming, who was still in good spirits, with a bit of the taste of unyielding will and immortal soul. Yu the Great raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you going out?" "Yes."

"To fight?"

"Perhaps."

Emperor Jun was noncommittal and said calmly, "I need to see the quality first." "As for later, Si Wenming, I need you to help me with something." "Help me compete in cooking with someone."

"Compete in cooking?!"

Yu the Great was stunned, then overjoyed, laughing heartily, "Hahaha, finally someone can appreciate me, cough cough, appreciate my cooking. Emperor Jun, you have good eyes! You are this!" Yu the Great raised his thumb, then pointed his thumb at himself and said, "Let me tell you."

"Back then, we walked through countless human settlements in these three realms and eight wildernesses."

"When A Yuan and I joined forces in cooking, it was a slaughter, everyone who ate it was fascinated and full of praise!"

"A Yuan is responsible for the praise, and I am responsible for the slaughter. A Yuan is responsible for cooking, and I am responsible for the slaughter."

Emperor Jun's expression was indifferent and said, "Then, I will be looking forward to it."

He stepped out of Heavenly Emperor Mountain, walked down the heavens, and walked in the Great Wilderness.

And at this time, Old Man Buzhou walked barefoot, next to him was Zhaoyang, one of the ten intestines of Nüwa, Gonggong, the water god who had a cold expression and had just escaped and not yet recovered to his peak, and the amnesiac white-clothed girl. And under the westernmost part of the Great Wilderness, Yeming also stepped out of her palace.

The goals of all the gods, and even the goals of all living beings in the Great Wilderness, were one—

Heavenly Pillar, Buzhou Mountain!

And at this time,

The white-haired Taoist walked out of the Zhenyao Museum.

ps: Today's second chapter, 3,400 words.