Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 765 Hey, you evolved too?
Chu Pingsheng pushed Lanling Wang aside and walked over.

Seeing the pair of black boots with a little stone chips on them in front of him, the Flying General realized what had happened. He quickly wiped his beak, which was covered with dragon blood, on the gravel chips, stepped back three steps, and pretended that this matter had nothing to do with him. He opened his innocent bird eyes wide, and shook his head from time to time to look at him and the ferocious white ape with bared teeth.

It seemed that it knew very well that the black dragon was a reward given to the white ape by its master, and it was eating it secretly.

Chu Pingsheng was not angry. He took two steps forward and reached out to touch it. The eagle wanted to retreat, but he glared at it and told it not to move. It was so scared that it dared not to retreat.

"Old Xu, is this a horn?"

"Sir... it should be the Yellow Horn... no, it should be the Golden Horn."

When Chu Pingsheng first met the eagle, there was a blood-red tumor on its head. Later, after using the system reward to enlighten it, the tumor was no longer blood-red, but became much harder, and the color was closer to brown. After passing the evil emperor's relics to it as an inner elixir, the tumor became smaller and the color turned light brown. He did not think much about it at the time, until today, when the white ape was eating the black dragon of luck in front, and it was greedy in the back. While eating, he saw again that the shrunk tumor became slender again, and became the shape of a horn, and the color of the eyes turned brown.

He bent his fingers and flicked it. It was very hard, like a stone.

"Doesn't it hurt?"

The eagle raised its wings and gave a short cry.

He was worried, so he imitated what he had done to the white ape and transferred a stream of true energy into General Fei's body to check on his condition.

Lanling Wang used the Zhantian Huaqi method to transform the blood and flesh of the Qiyun Black Dragon into dragon qi and disperse it into his lungs and skin. He found out immediately that the Flying General's situation was different. He circulated his Qi for a week and found nothing abnormal. Finally, he looked at the newly born horn and thought to himself, could it be that all the essence of the Black Dragon is here?
"Son."

Old Xu walked up to him and pointed at the white-bone ice python that was clinging to the black dragon's body and comparing its size: "Its condition seems a little strange."

Chu Pingsheng took a closer look and finally understood why Old Xu said that.

I thought it was just General Fei who was stealing food, but I didn't expect that the White Bone Ice Python was not a good guy either. However, unlike the white ape and the eagle, it was sucking the soul of the black dragon. The soul at the core of the White Bone Ice Python was a Yin object that he had refined using the soul of Jinxiu Lang's colorful python according to the methods in the Sutra of Feeding Gods and Raising Ghosts. It was of the same nature as the Danying. It was normal for it to strengthen itself by eating souls when encountering a dragon that was more advanced than it.

Well, one dragon, three ways to eat it.

Ergou was the most unlucky one. Sometimes having a high starting point is not a good thing. It seems that he was injured the most times. He was stabbed by Wang Xiaoping on Wudang Mountain and bitten by the black tiger here. He had to withstand Xu Fengnian's sword and the Rolling Dragon Wall. If he had not been in the state of Fire Kirin, protected by scales and flames, he would have been seriously injured.

"Sir, no one is coming. Do you want to go back to Huishan?"

Old Xu stood on the stone steps leading to the Demon-Slaying Platform and looked down the mountain. He found that except for the Taoist priests from Mount Longhu who fled to the foot of the mountain, no one else was going up. His vision was filled with a miserable scene. Fragments of the Immortal Palace, collapsed rock masses, and smashed down mountain peaks. In some places, the dust was still rising, and some forests were on fire. The red color spread, and black smoke filled the sky.

And on the farther southern plains, the 50,000 elite cavalry of Yan Assassin Zhao Bing suffered dead and wounded in the fields, battle flags fell, blood flowed like a river, and there was an end of the dead bodies and horse carcasses. Some were intact, some were incomplete. There were confused bloody people kneeling looking at their hometown, there were generals who had bled to death with unwillingness on their faces, and there were also soldiers who had abandoned their armor and were crawling on the ground with broken legs and hands.

In short, it's miserable. Very miserable.

"Zhao Bing..."

"Zhao Bing is not dead." Chu Pingsheng seemed to hear his murmur: "Old Xu, do you still remember my promise to the second master of the Hu Ting Lu family?"

Old Xu recalled the scene when Lu Xuanlang attacked his brother who was an official in the capital before his death.

"remember."

"You can't be dishonest."

Chu Pingsheng pointed to the north and said to the white ape: "There are still 20,000 soldiers and horses in the north foothills. I will leave them to you and the demon monk. Capture Zhao Bing and his son for me."

When the white ape heard this, he raised his arms above his head, eager to try.

The flying general flapped his wings and took off, circling slightly, and grabbed the demon monk's shoulders with a pair of steel claws. The white ape took advantage of the situation and leaped up, stepping on the eagle, and the three killing stars flew away towards the north.

……

The northern foot of Mount Longhu. Because the gate of the Heavenly Palace opened to the southwest of the Demon Slaying Platform, Chu Pingsheng unloaded 90% of the nuclear energy of the Purple Gold Zhanlu Sword and destroyed a corner of the Immortal Palace. The falling debris affected the southern foot of Mount Longhu and Shejiang River. There were also losses in the northern foot, but not much. Zhao Zhu ordered people to count the casualties and got the result of 1,800. Compared with the total number of 20,000 troops, it was less than 11, which was indeed not much.

However, Zhao Zhu was not happy. Even if there was only one, it was a loss. What was the purpose of the Yan Ci Wang hiding his light and biding his time for many years? It was because Longxing went north. Now Lin Qing suddenly appeared out of nowhere, making the Liyang royal family restless. First, it was the Jing'an Wang Zhao Heng and his son, then the Guangling Wang's son Zhao Piao. Guangling Wang Zhao Yi was frightened by the demon monk and fled to Tai'an overnight.

This series of killings against the royal family forced him and his father to spend all their family wealth to fight. The four heavenly masters of Longhu Mountain and the ancestors of the Zhao family set up a killing spree, but the final result was like this. The guy who could break through the Heavenly Gate and overthrow the Immortal Palace, should have listened to Nalan Youci's advice and let the chess piece planted in Huishan try to contact Lin Qing and find a way to preserve himself.

However, it's too late to regret now.

Bang!
Zhao Zhu, a handsome man with the demeanor of a Confucian general, hammered the wooden table hard.

The lieutenant who walked in from outside the tent was so frightened that he shuddered.

"what's up?"

"Mr. Mao has brought the prince here."

When Zhao Zhu heard that his father was coming, he dared not sit still, and hurriedly stood up to greet the outside. At the same time, his heart was beating fast. Zhao Bing led 50,000 troops from the south to surround Longhu Mountain, and now he abandoned the central army and headed north. This could only mean one thing: the south suffered heavy losses, and Mao Shulan brought the King of Yan to flee to the north.

Things turned out just as he expected. When he saw Zhao Bing, his usually serious and steady father had disheveled hair and a bitter look on his face. The celestial swordsman Mao Shulan had a gloomy expression and his body was covered in blood.

"Father..."

Zhao Bing pointed at the tent and motioned him to go inside to talk.

Just as the father and son were about to go in, they heard a loud eagle cry from the south. A small black dot approached quickly and soon revealed its true form - a big black eagle nearly two meters long.

"not good!"

Mao Shulan immediately saw the monk with a sword and wearing a bloodstained patchwork robe under the claws of the eagle. Thinking of the news from Dahuang City, he dared not let the eagle continue to move forward. He drew out his sword, shouted loudly, and turned his sword and body into a mountain-splitting axe, chopping at the monster that came to massacre the army.

Dazhuo's momentum is heavy, while Mao Shulan's temperament is steady. When the two combined, the scene was astonishing. The flags were flying, and the horses and soldiers in front were blown down.

At this moment, a beam of electric light bounced off the brown and yellow horn that had just formed on the eagle's head, connected with arc flashes, crackling sounds, and quickly entangled with the surging strong wind, turning into a wind tornado to meet the mountain axe. In the center of the wind tornado, there was lightning that kept flashing.

The dual forces of wind and thunder are no longer a wind tornado, but a mad tornado.

Mao Shulang was as if stuck in a quagmire. Although his sword energy was moving forward like the wind, its speed was not as fast as before. Bolts of lightning struck Dazhuo one after another, and the light illuminated his fierce face, his flying hair, his long robe, and the blue veins on his arms, under his ears and other exposed parts.

Roar!
A monkey's howl echoed throughout the field, and a white light flashed on the eagle's back. It leaped high into the air, and a powerful sword energy gathered into a beam, rising into the sky, and flew down along with the white figure that was quickly becoming bloated.

Facing the golden-horned eagle with the power of thunder, Mao Shulang still has the confidence to fight. However, the white ape who has no moral integrity and besieges him with the eagle exudes a stronger aura than the eagle. How can he fight this battle? Who else on the side of King Yan Ci can help him?
nobody!
Because there was no one around, he could only unleash his potential, forcefully using his true Qi to disperse the raging tornado, face the white ape's sword, and gather all his blood and energy to charge upward.

A dazzling white light flashed, and the soldiers who were paying attention to this battle felt a pain in their eyes. The knights fell off their horses, and ordinary soldiers rolled on the ground, covering their eyes.

boom!
A heavy object fell, the ground shook, dust rose up, and the shock wave swept away a dozen soldiers around.

Only masters above the third rank were not blinded by the strong light. They recovered after a while. Mao Shulan was frozen in the air. After a few breaths, blood spurted out and flew forward. The thick-backed sword in his hand broke in the middle, broke into two pieces and flew out, turning into a ball of metal fragments, crackling and falling to the ground.

The three-meter-tall Lanling King raised the peerless sword with a faint glow and swung it diagonally downwards. A terrifying sword aura swept across, and dozens of people gathered nearby fell to the ground in a cloud of blood. The sword aura continued to move forward all the way to the northwest, leaving behind broken limbs and arms and howling in agony.

The big eagle also put the evil monk down. The corpse puppet, which was burdened with great merits of Buddhism, swung up the dragon-patterned sword and cut the surrounding soldiers in half like chopping melons and vegetables.

The white ape's twin swords are as fast as the wind, emitting sword energy frequently, killing ordinary soldiers like mowing grass. The demon monk cannot do this, but his endurance is incredibly strong compared to the three little ones. He replenishes himself as he walks, never killing anyone until he becomes soft-hearted, and he is not affected by external changes at all, and his emotions are extremely stable.

Seeing the sword master Mao Shulan being killed in battle, facing the evil monk who was said to have killed people all the way from Guangling River to Dahuang City, and seeing the giant ape that was ten feet tall, with broad shoulders and as fast as wind and fire, the oppressive feeling was so strong that it made people frightened. Even with Zhao Bing and his son present, it was difficult to suppress the soldiers' desire to flee. The huge army of tens of thousands was chased like a stray dog ​​by an ape and a monk.

(End of this chapter)