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Chapter 192 Turkic Martial God
On the north bank of the Kherlen River, the pine forest is like a sea, and the white snow is rolling and rolling like a picture.

Flying to the top of the pines and cypresses, Yang Qing tapped the pine branches under his feet, and he slid towards the end of the sea of ​​pines like floating duckweed.

Sensing the teacher Feixuan silently chased after her, but she was thrown far away after only a moment.Time was running out, and he couldn't care less.

If Bi Xuan devoted himself to hiding in the dark and waiting for an opportunity to assassinate, let alone Pei Xingyan only brought 1000 people, even 1 people would die sooner or later.

What's more, he is still a lone army now.

As for Shi Feixuan, her lightness kung fu is not weak after all, so she can just let her chase after her.

The so-called Wangshan ran dead horse, when Yang Qing walked out of Songhai, the sky had gradually darkened, and when he crossed the large snow-covered undulating sand dunes, the sky was full of stars, and the silver light fell to the ground.

And the towering Chita Mountain in the distance is still at the end of the far away plain.

Yang Qing estimated that after many days, he had gone thousands of miles deep into Mobei, and he had already reached a place where the Turkic forces were weak.

Further forward should be the border area of ​​later Tsarist Russia.

After walking for a while, there began to be scattered armor and even corpses along the way.

What made him even more strange was that the further he went to Chita Mountain, the higher the temperature seemed to be.

First, sporadic sand appeared on the ground, and in the end it was full of yellow sand, and there was no snowflake to be seen.

However, Chita Mountain in front of us is white all over, covered with snow, it seems that only the strange climate and temperature in the radius of more than ten miles can melt the snow.

He stopped and bent over to grab a handful of gravel, his tentacles still warm.

Immediately, he released his divine sense and probed into the ground, even after looking at it for a while, he found nothing.

He had an intuition in his heart that there must be something strange in the lower part of this area, but after looking at the messy footprints extending towards Chita Mountain, he put aside his curiosity for the time being and rushed to the foot of the mountain ahead.

When he reached the foot of the mountain, Yang Qing looked up at Chita Mountain.

Covered with ice and snow, the majestic peak that goes straight into Xiaohan is surrounded by continuous foothills, and people are like ants, birds and insects at the foot of the mountain.

The road into the mountain is only one in front of the eyes, and the foothills on both sides are staggered and towering.

With just one glance, Yang Qing is sure that there is absolutely no such mountain in Mobei in later generations.

This idea flashed in my mind, and then I started to climb the mountain without stopping.

His figure flew rapidly across the snow in the mountains, even crossing several dangerous peaks, and messy footprints and dazzling blood appeared more and more frequently in front of him.

In the middle of the long night, Yang Qing chased all the way to the main peak of Chita Mountain, and stopped on a small frozen lake covered with snow and ice.

It is hundreds of feet away from the flat ground below the mountain. Standing on the edge, you can overlook the foothills and the large plains in the distance. It should have been an excellent place for viewing.

But the scattered corpses piled up all around, and the dead bodies in different shapes made people feel chills all over.

Yang Qing glanced over, and at a glance, there were at least 200 people.

If the corpses he saw along the way were all from Pei Xingyan's team, then he probably has less than 500 people around him now.

Moving his gaze to the lower part of the mountain wall further ahead, finally a dozen auras of varying strengths broke into the induction.

He didn't bother to hide his breath, and walked straight forward.

When I walked closer, I found that the front was covered with solid ice, and there seemed to be a portal for two people to compete under the mirror-smooth mountain wall.

But at this time, most of it has been blocked with stones, and it is difficult to see clearly from a distance.

"Stop here!"

In the quiet night, a cold scolding suddenly resounded through the empty mountain, and Yang Qing ignored him, leaving more than twenty feet of space behind him with every step he took.

When the person who scolded him spoke again, he trembled in shock: "Stop this person~!"

As soon as the voice fell, the bowstring collapsed in response, and in the next moment, dozens of arrows shot with great strength and concentration.

At the same time, shadows of people descended from the top of the mountain wall, throwing themselves into Yang Qingxin Lake with undisguised killing intent from a long distance away.

But he has seen too many scenes like this.

The foot continued to move forward without stopping, and in the middle of the walk, one hand swept across in front of him, and the five fingers stretched in an instant were like orchid blossoms, and every peck carried unspeakable mystery.

As soon as those dozens of arrows touched his fingers, they instantly changed direction and shot back with a more violent momentum!

The empty mountain that had been silent for a long time suddenly resounded violently.

Immediately after a series of clanging sounds, the dozen or so figures falling from above had their throats pierced by arrows before landing on the ground, and they were nailed to death on the ice-covered mountain wall.

Blood is pouring!
"Stop him even if you die, kill him!"

As he got closer to the mountain wall, Yang Qing saw that there were still people falling from above, and there were a few strong auras in the cave that was mostly blocked.

Not wanting to be entangled, he put on the hilt of the sword with one hand, and when he was only two feet away from the mountain wall, he suddenly drew his sword!
A strong wind suddenly picked up, and the gray shirt fluttered.

In the dark night, the purple red sword light is like the rising sun, lighting up this flat mountain in an instant.

However, wherever the sword light passed, the icy cold that emanated was even more severe than the severe winter!

"Om~!"

The sword energy cut horizontally between the mirror-like mountain walls, and the figure in front of him was cut off at the waist, and the corpse flew backwards along with the irresistible edge of the sword energy, and smashed heavily on the ice.

The big canopy of blood sputtered and spewed everywhere, like colored ink spilled on paper.

The bright red "ink marks" fell disorderly along the mountain wall, but after only a moment, they froze rapidly and mixed with the surrounding ice.

"Boom!"

Affected by the sword energy, not only was a gap three feet away cut off on the mountain wall, but the rocks that blocked the cave were also blown away, exposing the dark hole behind.

I don't know how deep this cave is, and the few rocks poured into it rolled down along the way, emitting a muffled thunderous echo, and did not land for a long time.

Yang Qing stepped into the cave with his sword in hand, and at the entrance of the cave, two men in white with shattered sternums fell to the ground, both out of breath.

Another person ran to the depths along with the stone rolled into the hole, and at this moment he was beyond the senses.

The cave is as natural as it is everywhere, and there is no trace of artificial excavation.

Although the ground at the entrance of the cave has ups and downs, the range is very small.It didn't go down obliquely until it was five feet away, and it didn't know where it extended.

When he was outside the cave, he observed that there was no way up the mountain, and the piles of corpses on the ground also showed that Pei Xingyan had fought fiercely here.

In the absence of his own body, this is the last retreat.

At this time, there was a weak warm wind blowing in the depths of the cave, Yang Qing's heart moved, and he immediately dodged and flew forward.

The road zigzags and twists downwards, and within a short while the surroundings are completely plunged into darkness, without a trace of light.

He poured his true energy into the sword body, and continued to descend with the sword glow.

The more we walked, the higher the surrounding temperature, and the corpses of Han people that appeared intermittently along the way proved that we did not go wrong.

After going hundreds of feet underground, and finally stepping on the flat ground, the road in the cave turns to the front, forming a straight corridor.

Unlike the naturally formed cave above, this corridor was obviously excavated by man.

Just as he was about to move forward, a faint red light suddenly filled the hole, and the temperature around his body rose significantly again.

And in Yang Qing's heart, along with this red glow, there is also a very familiar hot breath.

With the Nine Suns True Qi filling his body, bathed in the faint red shadow, he could only feel the Nine Suns and stars beating suddenly in the sea of ​​Qi, as if urging him to move on.

Seeing that the road seems to have no end, and he doesn't know where it leads, Yang Qing has no hesitation, turning into a breeze and blowing forward.

After running for a while, the red light began to gradually dissipate.

The moment it completely disappeared, a deafening sound suddenly rolled in, the tone was solemn and majestic, like Huang Zhong Dalu.

The sound wave came from an unknown distance along the corridor, not only did it not weaken, but it became louder and more powerful, causing the ground under his feet to tremble slightly.

Yang Qing was puzzled, but he could only suppress it temporarily.

Amid the intermittent sound waves, the red light that had disappeared for a long time finally rose again, and the former also disappeared.

This time the red light is more abundant, and the color is deeper than before.

The Nine Suns and stars in the sea of ​​qi beat more and more freely, and at this moment, the breath of a running non-stop in front was revealed again.

Yang Qing stepped forward and pinched the man in his hand before he could react, and was about to ask a question, when he heard a faint human voice in front of him.

So he pressed the thought of questioning, and continued to move forward with this person.

It didn't take long to walk, and after turning around a bend, Pei Xingyan's familiar voice finally came to his ears:

"... If you dare to take another step forward, I will smash this iron bump to pieces immediately, my lord, and we all die together!"

Hearing this, he didn't need to ask any more questions, he rushed out of the corridor at the moment when the red light was about to dissipate again, and stepped into an empty hall.

"Who!?"

As soon as he entered the palace, the red light faded away, and the temperature inside had risen to the same level as midsummer.

At the same time, a broken drink exploded in the void, causing people's ears to ring continuously.

Raising his hand and pointing the long sword upwards, his true energy spurred the sword to shoot up to two feet high and low, making the hall red.

Yang Qing raised his eyes and saw that the hall was nearly fifty feet in length and width, and the circular dome was more than ten feet above the ground. It was built on the basis of natural grottoes.

In the middle of the main hall, a circular altar surrounded by dozens of layers of bronze steps stands tall, from bottom to top, from wide to narrow.

In the center of the altar is a large bronze tripod with three feet and two ears, and a height of two feet, which is inlaid on the base of the altar.

Beside the bronze tripod, Pei Xingyan was holding a pair of hammers, and was about to smash it with his bare upper body; on the steps a dozen steps away from him below, nearly 300 people with swords and guns pointed outward, like hedgehogs with fur.

Facing the crowd, Yang Qing didn't need to use his eyes to see, or even use his divine sense, and he locked onto a blazing aura like a scorching sun by induction.

"You are Yang Qing?"

Following the voice and looking sideways, I saw a figure half a head taller than him, holding a shimmering spear and looking at him.

"You are... Bi Xuan?"

The figure in sackcloth, bronze complexion, and black hair hanging down the back of his head gradually overlapped with the figure in Yang Qing's impression.

But different from what he imagined, the Turkic Martial God in front of him had colder eyes and a more sinister aura around him.

His tall and majestic figure did not feel bloated at all, and his well-proportioned muscles, which were perfect like a bronze sculpture, made him even more majestic and mighty.

And from the moment Yang Qing appeared, the aura that was constantly rising was like a raging flame, as if it could hold up the sky and the starry sky.

In the broad palm, the spear named Agu Shihuaya, which weighs a hundred catties, every time it is swung slightly, it seems that it will cause a ripple in the void.

"I've heard of you, someone called you Luoyang Sword God."

Bi Xuan's body turned sideways, and a wave of heat surged and emptied out, but his eyes instantly turned into winter frost when he met Yang Qing: "But you shouldn't let your subordinates slaughter Mobei, let alone break into this place. temple!"

At this moment, Yang Qing's Jiuyang Zhenqi was spreading all over his body, and he only felt the breath of flames rushing towards his eyes as a breeze, and he didn't feel any pressure.

Looking at the broken corpses on the ground between Bi Xuan and Pei Xingyan, he met the eyes of the former without retreating: "If you are Xieli, you are still qualified to talk to me about the war between the two countries.

If you are the master of Jianghu, you have to beat me to qualify. "

"Emperor... Your Majesty!"

Pei Xingyan, who had been stunned when Yang Qing entered the hall, only now calmed down and shouted.

Yang Qing looked at the reputation, Pei Xingyan, who used to be handsome, has long since lost his human appearance, only a pair of tiger eyes are still fierce, full of unyielding.

"Your Majesty, the young general got into a big disaster this time, I..."

"You dumb-headed young man." Yang Qing scolded with a smile, "It made me chase from south to north, almost to the end of the sky, and I still don't want to go back!"

Pei Xingyan was taken aback when he heard the words, then the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, and his eyes flushed.

He put down the double hammers in his hands, clasped his fists heavily, knelt down on his knees and gritted his teeth and said: "If this happens, there will be mountains of swords and seas of fire in the future, and the younger brother will be the dead bones under the feet of the elder brother!"

When Luoyang first met, he still had utilitarianism towards Yang Qing.

Later, Wang Shichong was put to death, and he was very grateful that he had found a strong backer.

At this moment, Yang Qing is willing to travel thousands of miles and go deep into the northern polar regions to rescue him, taking the emperor's honor.

It was difficult for Pei Xingyan to regard him as the emperor under the agitation of his mood, and he could not express his gratitude without changing his title.

"Get out, this is not the place for you to stay."

"Neither of you can leave."

The spear in Bi Xuan's hand hit the ground suddenly, causing the whole hall to shake slightly.

Yang Qing felt that his aura was getting more and more aggressive, so he threw the person who had been in his hand for a long time to the opposite side and said, "Is this person your apprentice?"

Bi Xuan glanced at the corpse that fell in front of him, and saw that his face was gray and dry, and his blood, flesh and essence seemed to be sucked dry by life.

"All of you must be buried with him!"

As his words fell, a blazing gust of wind suddenly blew up in the hall, and the air flow that was originally full of flames suddenly rolled back around Bi Xuan's body, forming a raging flame that only Yang Qing could sense!

And because of his abrupt movements, the empty hall seemed to be trapped in a short vacuum.

The dozen or so soldiers around Pei Xingyan who were relatively close to each other felt the heat wave blowing against their faces at first, and then their mouths and noses seemed to be blocked by someone. After struggling twice, they all fainted and fell to the ground!

"go!"

Yang Qing stepped forward at the entrance of the main hall, and while the long sleeves were swinging, a stream of air visible to the naked eye crossed the corridor behind him, slightly cooling the space in the hall that was scorched by high temperature.

Pei Xingyan didn't hesitate anymore, and immediately led people to run outside the hall with a loud shout.

"I said, you all have to be buried with him! Bury with the Turkic people who died tragically in the desert!!"

Roaring like thunder, before Bi Xuan's voice fell, the person had rushed towards Pei Xingyan from the side in an instant.

The battle spear in his hand turned into sharp shadows all over the sky, each spear was wrapped in flames, shaking the void, boiling like burning the sky and boiling the sea!
However, at the same time as he moved, the sword in Yang Qing's hand suddenly glowed.

The fiery red and dazzling sword light flickered with his figure, and along the way, a hot and bright wall of fire was drawn out of thin air, firmly blocking the two!
"I also said that only by defeating me can you be qualified to choose sacrifices for the dead."

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(End of this chapter)