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Chapter 464 The Puppet Bird Going South
At this moment, Zihong felt that he was locked by a qi machine, and there was a strong pressure within a few feet of his body. It was similar to the 'mountain-suppressing technique' of the earth's veins, making it seem as if a huge mountain was pressing on his shoulders.

His fast running pace slowed down unconsciously, and some cracks appeared on the surface of the originally powerful puppet body due to the huge pressure. Gradually, he could only stop and turn around to look at the sky.

Those dozen daggers were intertwined with each other, forming an earth-vein sealing spell. The array unfolded inside formed an intertwined space with the earth, and Zihong was locked in this space.

Under the light of the moonlight, behind the sealing formation is a middle-aged man wearing a brocade robe. There are python patterns on his brocade robe. He should be a certain prince of the Xia royal family, and there is no doubt that he has the second realm. His cultivation level is not that of an Earthline cultivator, but that he has a magic weapon fused with it.

Zihong felt the danger of death, and a green magic circle was activated behind his head. The thoughts hidden deep in Zihong's memory by Wang Ping were activated. The next moment, Zihong's slightly hateful eyes became cloudy, and his whole body His breath returned to calmness, and he formed a magic formula with both hands.

Subsequently, the spirituality of various magic circles in Zihong's body clearly showed the wood spirit toxin. The toxin corroded the sea of ​​​​qi in his body and the core of his chest, and finally destroyed the nerve magic circle in his mind.

At this time, a dozen daggers suspended in the sky fell down and surrounded Zi Hong. The sealed space quickly shrank, and Zi Hong soon became motionless.

After a few breaths, a figure landed next to Zi Hong's lifeless body. After a moment of hesitation, he used the 'Soul Search Technique'.

"How's it going?" A middle-aged man wearing a python robe was suspended in the air next to the sealing circle.

"There is nothing left, but based on the remaining memory of the other puppet, I can be sure that it is a spy arranged by Qianmuguan Internal Affairs in Shangjing City." The person standing next to Zihong replied regretfully.

While the two were talking, they put away Zihong's body that had lost its spirit and returned to the city wall.

Near a vacant farm one kilometer away from them, a puppet bird was flapping its wings under the cover of the night, landing on the eaves of a warehouse on the farm, tilting its head and looking south.

"As rumored, the Qingqing man is really cautious. We haven't gotten any useful clues so far."

Just at this moment, a divine soul aura covered the area. The blessing talisman on the puppet bird made it blend with the surrounding environment. When the consciousness of the divine soul disappeared, the puppet bird did not take off. It turned its head and looked towards the capital. It seems to be waiting for something.

"Right!"

"It doesn't matter, this cleanup operation is not to obtain intelligence!"

Shangjing City was very lively at the moment. From time to time, incoming monks passed by in the sky, and various bugles kept echoing. It was not until about two o'clock that the city gradually calmed down. Then some cavalry came out of the city gate, and there were more than a dozen small Warships sailed out of the city and cruised on the Nong River.

Time was rushing, and before we knew it, it was Chen time. A group of cavalry went out from various gates in the capital, carrying military orders to collect the cavalry who had been released from the city and returned to the city. The cruising warships also rushed back one after another.

The puppet bird waited quietly for almost seven hours. When the earth returned to silence and some flocks of spring birds appeared in the sky, it flapped its wings and rose into the sky, flying south with some flocks of birds. I don’t know how long it took, but the thick clouds gradually became thinner until it was cloudless. The spring sun penetrated the sky and illuminated the endless wasteland. There were no crops on the wasteland, but there was green grass covering it. Occasionally, wild animals can be seen running out of the nearby forest.

From time to time, on the intersecting official roads and straight roads, teams of scouts from the imperial court in Beijing and the camp of Chu State would rush by. Their encounters would always leave one or two corpses. Some of the corpses would be picked up by nearby wild dogs if they were not dealt with in time. Scouts from both sides often paid attention to them. There were traces of blood everywhere, but no wild beast dared to approach. The stench from the rotting corpses could spread dozens of miles away.

When it was getting dark, the puppet bird following the flock of birds saw a military camp stationed on the high ground of the river. It stretched for dozens of kilometers. Some soldiers were dredging the river to build embankments, and some soldiers were building pontoons. The river spanned more than dozens of kilometers. On the bridge, twenty pontoon bridges have been built, and guard tower camps are stationed on both sides of the pontoon bridge.

The smart birds deliberately avoided the military camp because they would be attacked by arrows from some veterans if they flew over.

On the official road behind the camp, there are endless logistics teams. On the horse road, there are cavalry teams and carriages running back and forth. On many small roads, there are various handcarts pushed by the people. These are the people who immigrated from the Liangjiang area. They Led by some officials in green robes.

Further south, there are messes and ruins all over the ground. Some Earthline monks and Wood Spirit monks are slowly repairing the disturbed spirituality and traces on the ground on the edge of the ruins. From time to time, under the clouds, the figures of inbound monks pass by, attracting birds. There was a lot of screaming, but they were not stupid enough to attack the flock of birds.

When it gets dark, a flock of birds settles on the edge of a dense forest, looking for food and water in the forest. The puppet bird stops on the branch of a tree to quietly observe everything around it, and uses the magic circle in its body to secretly absorb the heaven and earth. of aura.

When it dawned the next day, the puppet bird continued southward with the flock of birds. In the afternoon, it saw the mountains to the west of Pingzhou Road. Binguan to the east of the mountains had been rebuilt.

There is a lot of excitement inside and outside Binguan at this moment, mainly because personnel transferred from the north to the south need to register here. It is unknown when the damaged landform environment of the adjacent Huangde Mansion was repaired. A building made of gravel and giant trees The temporary gathering place is located in an upstream area with good terrain, but far away from Binguan.

Most of the supplies shipped from the Liangjiang area were concentrated in this temporary gathering place. The birds also bypassed it and the bustling Binguan, and entered a place on Yunjiang Road when it was dark. Jungle next to wetland.

This time, the puppet bird did not fall into the jungle like the flock of birds. He tilted his head and observed the surrounding terrain. His eyes were illuminated by a green halo as he stared at the sky to the west. He spread his wings and flew high along the streets around Dongjiang Road. The river flew towards Zhenyang Mountain.

By the next morning, when a wisp of morning glow had just appeared on the horizon, the puppet bird flew against the wind and arrived at the north of Zhenyang Mountain. It was suspended under the clouds for more than ten breaths, and its eyes were staring at Wang Ping, who was meditating alone next to the golden statue below. Feeling the aura on Wang Ping's body, he flapped his wings twice and quickly slid downwards.

Wang Ping is not doing his homework at the moment. He has finished his homework and has been shopping at the nearby morning market with Yu Lian for half an hour. He is currently enjoying the comfort brought by the fullness of human nature while adjusting the balance of his spiritual consciousness. , and check the progress of the fusion of 'Tongtian Talisman'.

Now the fusion progress of his 'Tongtian Talisman' has reached (76/100), which will only take more than ten years. If he continues to cultivate here, he will be able to fully integrate the 'Tongtian Talisman' in less than ten years.

But he knew this was impossible!

When he sensed the scent of the puppet bird, Wang Ping looked up and was slightly surprised to find that it was Zi Hong's puppet bird.

(End of this chapter)