The Bad Guys: Everyone, let’s revive the Tang Dynasty together!

Chapter 303 Closing the Net (Part )

On the nineteenth day of the first lunar month, the beginning of spring, warmth has yet to arrive in the Shiwanda Mountains, and the sky is covered with heavy clouds, indicating that it will rain soon.

In order to rescue the Gu King, Xiao Yan and Hou Qing entered the Ten Thousand Poison Cave early.

The so-called 'Temple of Heaven' where the Gu King performed magic was nothing more than an open-air tiankeng, but it had obvious signs of human construction. It was cylindrical in shape, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, with a mound inside, which was the so-called altar.

This place is quite far from the main stronghold of the Ten Thousand Poison Cave, and is almost close to southern Xinjiang. Perhaps it is for this reason that the Poison Lord set the trap here to lure Xiao Yan and others. Perhaps in the Poison Lord's subconscious mind, if the trap is set deep in the Ten Thousand Poison Cave, Xiao Yan and other "fish" may not have the courage to take the bait.

However, although it was a place for the Gu King to perform witchcraft, the Poison Cave did not allow ordinary people to get close to this place, so on the rugged road, there was only one group of people walking forward under the dark clouds, heading straight to the Temple of Heaven.

Dozens of people were escorting a sealed prison van. Inside the van was a skinny middle-aged man with disheveled hair and a haggard body. The middle-aged man was slumped in the van, seemingly without breath. His wrists were extremely thin under his sleeves that were half-short, as if they could be broken at any time. He looked lifeless.

There were more than a dozen people outside the car wearing deep Raojiang clothing. Five of them wore conical hats and straw raincoats. All of them had strong bodies and swords on their waists. Their breaths were steady and long, with only their eyes showing on their faces. They were constantly shooting in all directions.

It’s very quiet, so quiet that it makes people feel uneasy.

Even though they knew there were arrangements in place, they were still extremely alert and did not dare to loosen their hands on their swords, for fear that someone would suddenly rush out and rob them.

They were not afraid that no one would come, because the person in the car was the real Gu King. Poison Master said that as long as the Gu King showed up, there would be no need to worry about not catching fish.

However, these old subordinates had been roaming around Raojiang for more than a decade, but they suffered heavy losses every time they dealt with Xiao Yan and his group, and they even lost one of their men at Xiao Yan's hands. They have already had psychological trauma, and even though they knew that their own side had set up an ambush, they still felt a chill in their backs and their scalps tightened.

The sound of a flute suddenly became melodious and pleasing to the ears.

The man with the sickle who was leading the prisoner van suddenly narrowed his eyes, looked at the figure on the mound of the Temple of Heaven from afar, raised his hand to signal the people behind him to stop, and sneered: "Sure enough."

The sound of the flute was indeed melodious, although a little out of tune, but in this silent world, it somehow made people feel inexplicably relaxed.

On the mound, Hou Qing was standing alone, holding a bone flute horizontally in his hands, with his eyes slightly closed, as if he was performing a show. His clothes fluttered, and the three red moles shaped like blood drops on his right eyebrow were particularly eye-catching. If there were women present, they would probably praise him: What a handsome man!

But the people escorting the prison van just felt something was strange.

Just one person comes to rob the Gu King?

Are you not taking the Ten Thousand Poison Cave seriously enough?

The five old subordinates looked at each other and continued to move forward, but their weapons were already ready to go. The Poison Lord had ordered that no matter whether it was the Gu King or the kidnappers, they would be killed regardless of life or death.

The situation in the Ten Thousand Poison Cave has been determined, and what the Poison Lord had planned has been obtained. No matter whether it is the Gu King, the Saintess, the Young Sacrifice Official, or Xiao Yan's people from the Central Plains, they are no longer useful. If they don't die today, as long as they are still in these Ten Thousand Mountains, they will become a corpse sooner or later.

Oh, if the strange altar of the god of war is completed, even if they escape to the outside of the Ten Thousand Mountains, to the Central Plains, Mobei, or any place thousands of miles away, they can still be killed.

"and many more."

When they reached the entrance of the Temple of Heaven, Hou Qing suddenly put away his bone flute, opened his eyes and looked at the group, raised his hand and said seriously: "Before the fight, why don't we do a deal?"

The Scythe Man looked him over. "Are you here to rob people? Just alone?"

"Let's not talk about this for now." Hou Qing cupped his hands and said, "Before we start, can you let me see if the person in the car is my master?"

After saying that, he thought for a moment and then said seriously, "It's not in vain. If I have time later, I'll find a treasure place for you to bury it properly. How about that?"

The group of people escorting the prison van were stunned, and then they all laughed out of anger.

Especially when they saw Hou Qing solemnly taking out an image from his arms, as if he really wanted to see if the person in the car was the Gu King, more than a dozen people felt that this guy really didn't take them seriously!

"kill him!"

The sickle man swung out his sickle and rushed forward first.

The four people around him also rushed out one after another, while the rest of the guards wearing Raojiang deep robes stayed around the prison van, one to be alert to other prisoner robbers, and the other to block the entrance to the Temple of Heaven to prevent Hou Qing from escaping.

Hou Qing raised his eyebrows, not quite understanding why the other party was so angry. He was serious about what he said. If he was not in a hurry after the fight, he could really bury these people properly. If necessary, he could bury them together to avoid being alone.

Unfortunately, the deal didn't go through.

Almost at the same time as the opponent rushed onto the mound, Hou Qing also retreated backwards, holding the bone flute in his hand, with one hand behind his back, neither hurried nor slow, dodging by twisting and turning. Often, the bone flute would come out just in time to block the fatal blows of several people.

The five old subordinates kept pressing forward. Two of them were as agile as wild monkeys. Taking advantage of the arrangements inside the Temple of Heaven, they blocked Hou Qing's retreat with a few leaps.

The other three people in front of Hou Qing, on the other hand, strode forward, using axes and knives with great force, as if they wished to chop Hou Qing in half.

After persisting for more than ten rounds, Hou Qing finally stopped strolling around, and took out the red umbrella from his waist, fighting and retreating. Every time he took out the umbrella, he could accurately make one of the opponents temporarily dazed, and then he could find a loophole from the siege again and continue to stroll around leisurely in the siege of five people.

But the five old subordinates did not dare to take it lightly. They had already studied Xiao Yan and his group, so they naturally knew that the person in front of them was none other than Hou Qing, the Corpse Ancestor who had traveled to Raojiang in the past and was on friendly terms with the Witch King. He had long been famous for his "Record of Tears and Blood", and should not be underestimated.

It is said that this red umbrella is the medium through which Hou Qing performs the "Weeping Blood Record". Even if the victim is only slightly wounded, he can easily mobilize the blood and energy in the body, causing the victim to bleed ten feet away and die of blood loss.

Therefore, even though the five old subordinates cooperated with each other tacitly and used deadly moves frequently, they were just careful to avoid the red umbrella as much as possible to prevent being hit. They also had to be careful not to be wounded by Hou Qing. So although they seemed to be pressing Hou Qing step by step, in fact, they were somewhat restrained. As long as they saw Hou Qing opening the umbrella, they would act as if facing a great enemy and would hurriedly avoid it.

Not to mention the Bloodshed Record, the red umbrella can make people dizzy for a short time when facing it, which is also frightening. Even if the dizziness lasts only for a moment, it is enough for Hou Qing to seize the opportunity and kill the person suddenly.

The few people who stayed behind in the prison van were unaware of the inside story and were naturally anxious. They were eager to try at the entrance of the Temple of Heaven, intending to take Hou Qing's head and return to ask Du Gong for the reward.

But at this point, the Scythe Man was startled and shouted without turning his head, "Oh no! This guy is holding us back. Don't be careless. There must be someone else in the dark!"

The few people who stayed behind in the prison van all felt a chill in their hearts and scattered, alert for sneak attacks from all directions.

"Not stupid, though."

The voice came from above their heads, causing several people to look up subconsciously in shock.

However, at the top of the tiankeng, a figure was standing with a knife in his arms. Because he was standing too high, his clothes were fluttering in the wind. Although his face could not be seen clearly, it still made several people feel a chill inexplicably. Goose bumps suddenly appeared all over their bodies, and they all drew their knives.

How did this guy get up there?!

Xiao Yan sighed. He had been watching the show patiently, waiting for the opponent's trump card. If he could get rid of one person today, the Poison Lord would have one less bargaining chip. However, it seemed that if he didn't show up, the opponent would probably keep waiting.

Thinking of this, he casually drew out his Tang sword and threw it downwards.

He also took a step forward, as if he was going to fall down from the height of more than ten feet.

The few people who stayed behind in the prison van were already prepared for a surprise attack, so they would not be surprised if there were any emergencies.

But they really couldn't be mentally prepared for the scene before them!
Xiao Yan's body fell rapidly, and he stepped lightly on the hilt of the knife in mid-air.

The Tang sword under his feet seemed to be hovering, but only for a moment. Almost no one saw it. When people looked again, they could only see a silver thread pulled out by the sword in the air. As if receiving a military order, it flew dozens of feet in an instant, took advantage of every opportunity, and pierced the chests of the people around the prison car one by one.

It seemed that in just a moment, several people died peacefully, and they were even thinking about how to swing their swords next.

Hou Qing's mind moved, and he moved left and right while holding the bone flute, dragging down two of his old subordinates who wanted to escape. At the same time, he did not hold back, and the red umbrella in his hand was like a sharp sword, emitting red light, and the tip of the umbrella went straight for the torsos of the five people.

The five old subordinates were naturally frightened by Xiao Yan's sudden appearance, but they dared not underestimate the threat in front of them. They didn't even have time to be distracted, and hurriedly blocked the red umbrella that was selfishly "pointing" their acupoints. If they were pointed at, they might bleed to death!

As soon as Xiao Yan landed on the ground, the Tang sword spun in the air by itself and fell into his hand. Then, ignoring the corpse on the ground, he raised the sword and chopped open the wooden door of the prison van.

However, before he could check on the middle-aged man in the car, he felt the ground suddenly shake.

Xiao Yan narrowed his eyes and turned around to look at the mound used for witchcraft.

At the same time, outside the Temple of Heaven, several sharp whistle sounds were heard, interspersed with the sounds of suona and drums, interweaving into a piece of music that made people feel heavy-hearted.

Chi Meng had told Xiao Yan before that this was the music played during the death ceremonies in the Ten Thousand Poison Cave.

Before he could think about it, there was a sudden sound like a clay pot breaking from under the mound, followed by a dull bang, and the entire mound exploded from the inside out in an instant, with countless broken soil splashing out. In the dust, a huge figure suddenly rushed over.

Xiao Yan pushed the prisoner cart away with one palm, threw up the Tang sword, turned around and kicked out.

The moment the huge figure crashed into the dust, the silver threads came instantly with layers of energy, but the figure actually raised his arms, caught the sword blade with his ten fingers and clenched it tightly, and the two made a squeak when they touched, and a string of sparks splashed.

The figure's momentum did not stop at all. He threw the Tang sword away at the moment he clenched it, and exerted strength from all directions. His already huge body seemed to be filled with wind and expanded a little bit. But the whole body was as fast as a spring and thunder. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Xiao Yan and punched him, as if he wanted to smash Xiao Yan's head directly.

But its timing for blocking the Tang sword made it a step slow. Xiao Yan disappeared in an instant, and then appeared behind it like a ghost. Without even looking at it, he swung his leg on the head of one of its beasts. With a loud bang, the huge figure staggered sideways for a few steps before standing still, and then stared at Xiao Yan and let out a loud roar in anger.

This roar was like thunder in broad daylight, sweeping in all directions suddenly. Even Hou Qing covered his ears and stepped back several steps. In such a short period of time, two people died suddenly in front of him.

Xiao Yan rolled over backwards and stood in front of the prison van. He glanced back and saw that the Tang sword had been deeply embedded in the stone wall, with only a section of the handle exposed. This showed how powerful the opponent was.

The huge figure opposite was an old acquaintance.

Ghost head and flower bat.

But compared to them seen a month ago, they are now very different. Their skin is grayish white all over. It looks like flesh, but it is actually as hard as steel. Their eyes are white and have no pupils. Saliva is constantly flowing from the corners of their mouths, and they look like wild beasts.

The fists of the two connected together were almost twice as big, with amazing momentum. The punch that just missed landed on the stone wall, and almost instantly smashed a door. Their speed was also more than twice as fast!
Xiao Yan frowned. At that time in Jiuli Village, he was in a hurry to rescue Chi Meng and Ji Ruxue, so he only beat them to death and had no time to destroy their bodies. This obviously gave Du Gong a chance to take them back.

And they can no longer be called human beings. Today, Guitou Yao and Huafuzi are no different from wild beasts. They are controlled by witchcraft and have obviously been refined into military gods.

However, Poison Lord can only hastily expend his energy to refine one or two powerful military gods. If he wants to activate all the things still soaking in the jar, it will take time to form the magical Gu that controls the military gods.

Outside the Temple of Heaven, there were constant sounds of whistles, and it seemed that countless people were surrounding this place from all directions. However, Xiao Yan had carefully observed from the top of the tiankeng just now, and there were no ambushes within several miles. It would take at least an incense stick of time for them to get here.

One stick of incense is enough.

Xiao Yan faced the conjoined twins head-on, took a step back, and stretched out one hand to form a palm gesture. The strong energy between his two palms was pulled like clouds surging, with white mist in between, like waves in the sea, hard and soft, and unpredictable.

Three parts return to the origin, clouds are dispersed, and the sea of ​​clouds is surging!

The conjoined twins naturally didn't understand, they were now unconscious, they just intuitively sensed that Xiao Yan's aura suddenly became very dangerous, so their whole bodies' aura suddenly surged, they stepped out with a bang, and their heavy punches connected together broke through the air, as fast as thunder, and went straight to Xiao Yan's face!

Xiao Yan also stomped his feet, and as if the earth was shrinking, he arrived in an instant. Facing the heavy punch, he did not avoid it. With both hands, he held the fist as big as a boulder and moved around in it. Wisps of cloud continued to emerge, and he wrapped it up in his breath.

Although the conjoined twins had lost their minds, they were obviously stunned for a moment.

Their punch could almost punch through a half-foot-thick stone wall, but at this moment, it was as if it hit a cotton ball. The entire fist was wrapped up, giving people the illusion of being unable to move forward or backward, as if they were hitting nothing.

But in such a short moment, Xiao Yan did not give them any chance at all. His figure flashed like a ghost, and soon he was in front of Guitou Yao. In an instant, he delivered dozens of palms, each palm hitting the flesh, continuously. At first, it was the sound of iron hitting iron, but after dozens of palms, it was already a dull sound.

Guitouyao used his other arm to block, and Huafuzi also rushed to help, but no matter whether their fists or palms landed on Xiao Yan, the latter remained motionless as a mountain, but his palms were round and continuous, as smooth and unobstructed as flowing water.

The first move, flowing like water and clouds!

After taking dozens of blows, Guitouyao began to bleed from all seven orifices. He roared in anger and pulled Huafuzi back violently.

But Xiao Yan's figure immediately came close, and he changed his target with his palm, pressing on Hua Fuzi. The latter was anxious and angry, and retreated again and again.

But the conjoined man had recovered his powerful punch by now, and he immediately threw a punch without any rules, relying only on his extremely strong internal force to forcibly interrupt Xiao Yan's combo.

Xiao Yan did not avoid the fight, but instead met the attack with a punch. When the two fists collided, he felt as if his fist had hit a mountain. The heavy feeling came back at him, causing him to take two steps back.

But the conjoined twins also staggered back several steps, and before they could stand firmly, Xiao Yan had already arrived again. This time he showed almost no mercy, and seized the opportunity to attack with all his might.

Xiao Yan's body kept changing, moving left and right, and every time he appeared, the conjoined man would be hit by a palm. Clouds and mist swirled around, and from the outside, one could only see the conjoined man staggering constantly, as if countless people around him were constantly pushing and shoving him, and he couldn't even stand still.

Hou Qing had already finished the battle and was squatting on the prison cart, saying nothing and making no sound, just playing with the bone flute in his hand.

Behind him, five dried corpses were lying on the ground, and no one was collecting them.

The conjoined twins were constantly wounded, but they couldn't hit Xiao Yan at all, and could only roar continuously. However, as time went by, their roars became weaker and weaker, and their bodies staggered and were about to fall. Both Guitou Yao and Huafuzi were bleeding from all seven orifices, and there were no injuries on their bodies, but Hou Qing could see at a glance that their internal organs were probably rotten.

Holding on to his last breath, the conjoined twins finally aimed at Xiao Yan and threw one last punch.

Xiao Yan did not dodge or evade. He held the huge fist with one palm, then raised the other palm and pressed it on the back of his own hand.

Like a heavy hammer hitting a nail, or like wave upon wave.

With a loud bang, the huge body of the conjoined man flew backwards.

Xiao Yan's figure also rose from the ground, stretched out his hand to grasp the hilt of the knife on the stone wall, stepped on the stone wall, and seemed to have arrived in front of the conjoined man in one step.

Almost in a flash of cold light, two heads, no longer having any physical advantages, soared into the sky.

There was no way to avoid it, no way to dodge it, the conjoined twins didn't even have the strength to block the knife.

Xiao Yan looked back at their corpses, and without thinking, he chopped them with his sword, suddenly splitting the connected fists. At the same time, he chopped them with another sword. The sword energy was so fierce that the two huge bodies were split into countless pieces.

Hou Qing couldn't help but nodded.

He likes to root out the problem.

Xiao Yan frowned. The blessing from the God of War was indeed terrifying. Although it was also due to the strong internal strength of the conjoined twins, after this fight, he had to use all his strength to quickly end the battle.

What’s more, how can ordinary people face such a god of war?

He did not stay for long. After checking that the Gu King was still alive, he carried him on his back and left with Hou Qing.

However, they had only walked half a mile in the direction they came from when they saw shadowy figures in front of them. Countless bows and crossbows were pointed at them. Guards dressed in deep Raojiang robes were guarding several well-dressed men in black robes.

Among them, Xiao Yan also saw an acquaintance.

The little girl from the Tong family living in Huailiuzhai, Tongyue.

She was closely following an old man in black robe, who was obviously the so-called head of the Tong family.

However, Tongyue looked at Xiao Yan with some fear in her eyes. She lowered her head and said nothing.

Hou Qing looked indifferent, looking at the scenery in the distance with interest, and reminded: "It's going to rain."

Xiao Yan nodded, but he carried the Gu King on his back and looked at the people blocking the way ahead, thinking for a moment.

The Poison Master didn't even take these people to the forum?
The Tong family patriarch stroked his beard and looked in the direction of the Temple of Heaven, as if he was a little surprised that Xiao Yan and the other two could come out alive. But he just sneered and walked forward. Although he was just an old man, he walked with the momentum of a dragon and a tiger, and he stood out from the rest.

He was several feet away from Xiao Yan, looked him up and down, and asked in a cold voice: "Are you the Central Plains man who killed my family's Le'er? The Witch King asked us to pay attention to you, and he was right. You have some skills."

Xiao Yan didn't answer, but just glanced at Tong Yue from the corner of his eyes.

The latter shuddered almost subconsciously and hid behind a guard in fear, as if she was not making this trip voluntarily.

Seeing Xiao Yan ignoring him, the Tong family's head sneered again, flicked his sleeves and pulled Tong Yue over, pointing at Xiao Yan: "Now this person can't escape even if he has wings, what are you afraid of?"

As he spoke, he glanced coldly at Hou Qing, and then continued to say to Xiao Yan: "There are not many people behind me who want to kill you, only two thousand. My son died in your hands, I don't blame you, he deserved to die because he was not as skilled as others, but now you are in my hands, you can't blame me. Tell me, surrender or die!?"

Although he said this, the man stared at Xiao Yan gloomily, and it was obvious that he wanted Xiao Yan to die.

This place was surrounded on all sides, he just wanted to ask, how could Xiao Yan escape! ?

Xiao Yan sighed, stretched out his hand and tapped Tong Yue: "It might still be in time for you to leave the Ten Thousand Poison Cave now."

As he spoke, he ignored the bewildered people in front of him, drew his sword from its sheath, and threw it forward.

The head of the Tong family was shocked and hurriedly took a stance to ward off the poisonous insect.

However, Xiao Yan jumped, stepped on the blade, raised his two fingers in front of him, and soared into the air, almost flying over the heads of everyone.

Hou Qing had a look of delight on his face, so there was no need for him to say hello. He stepped on a few heads, leaped a few times, grabbed the handle of the knife, and was taken away.

The remaining people on the earth stared blankly at the sky and at each other, all of them were confused.

He even forgot to shoot the crossbow in his hand.

Even the head of the Tong family was stunned. He looked around and couldn't help shivering.

------

A den of thousands of poisons, a large village to control poisons.

The guard walked hurriedly, and as soon as he entered the hall, he half-knelt with his chest crossed.

"Report to the Witch King, the fish at the Temple of Heaven have escaped."

"Not surprisingly."

The Poison Master, who was guarded by dozens of Gu Masters in the middle of the hall, closed his eyes and said calmly, "Those people are useless, but I have deployed 80% of them. With this arrangement, how did they escape?"

The guard hesitated, as if he didn't know whether to answer or not. But after thinking it over, he said carefully, "It is said that... the man from Central Plains took the Gu King away..."

"Um……"

Poison Lord nodded expressionlessly, and then suddenly widened his eyes: "Flying!!?"

In a few moments, the voices of other Gu Masters were heard from all sides.

"Witch King, we can't maintain the Gu formation anymore!"

(End of this chapter)