Mythology

Chapter 193 The First Alliance of Conquerors

As winter approaches, Xiqi welcomes the most grand sacrificial ceremony of the year. Smoke billows in the city, as if it were covered with a layer of veil.

While the officers and soldiers were patrolling, they couldn't help but look a little lax.

suddenly.

The sound of horses' hooves tramping on the grass could be heard.

The officers and soldiers were stunned when they saw a man and a horse running towards Xiqi.

"It's a scout. Is there something bad happening outside the pass?"

The scout's eyes were filled with fear, and he opened his mouth wide as if he wanted to say something, but he stammered and couldn't express himself clearly.

Some officers and soldiers vaguely heard that they seemed to be asked to inform Duke Xibo.

"Come here, call Xibo Hou, we will go out of the city to support him!"

Before the officers and soldiers could react, the scout's limbs began to twitch uncontrollably, and something like plant roots were wriggling between his skin and flesh.

"Chao...Chaoge..."

The scout's mouth was full of fallen teeth, and his bones made crackling sounds under the heavy load.

The horse's stomach was churning and blood was flowing from its mouth and nose.

Before Xiqi approached, a man and a horse howled at the same time, and plant roots took root and sprouted in their bodies, causing the scout to die suddenly.

The officers and soldiers were horrified as they watched helplessly as an apricot tree half a man's height grew out of the corpse.

No one dared to approach. After a while, Jifa and San Yisheng came quickly. When they saw the tragic state of the corpse, their faces turned extremely ugly.

"Take the body to Jiulongjian!"

"But..." the officer said hesitantly, "The body has turned into an apricot tree."

"Then rise up from the roots. Can't you handle a little thing?"

San Yisheng noticed Ji Fa's impatience and couldn't help asking, "King Wu, where did the scout come from and what does it have to do with?"

Ji Fa glanced at the twisted facial features on the tree trunk. "I sent this man to the Nanbohou E Chongyu's men before. He hurried here. It is very likely that Chaoge has made some... moves."

San Yisheng took a deep breath and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Chaoge has unilaterally stopped contacting the four major princes. It is heard that it has been deploying troops and generals, and there are ghost cries and wolves howling in the army every day. People are rumored to have King Zhou commanding a million ghost soldiers.

San Yisheng quickly called on the officers and soldiers to dig out the apricot tree.

A moment later, Ji Fa and all the high-ranking military and civil officials of Xiqi gathered by the lake. Now they could only hope that the saint's disciples would help.

Jiang Ziya still closed his eyes and fished. The Jiulong Gorge in front of him was already extremely dark as ink.

Bubbles kept coming out of the lake, and San Yisheng was horrified when he saw it, but Ji Fa was certain that Jiang Ziya was an immortal master with great supernatural powers.

Ji Fa did not become arrogant due to being in a high position for a long time, and he waited respectfully by the side.

Mixed in the crowd were a dozen or so independent cultivators who had recently been recruited by Xiqi.

The leader among the casual cultivators was an eighty-year-old Taoist priest, who was at the level of Zuodan (evil spirit). His gray hair and beard made him look like an immortal.

His Taoist name is Baihe. His Taoist robe is made of natural silk, with a lifelike crane on his back and the whisk in his hand is also a yin instrument.

"eccentric."

Baihe Sanren looked at Jiang Ziya for a long time and became more and more confused.

Jiang Ziya had not eaten or spoken for several days. His exposed skin was covered with pus and he looked like he was about to die.

Baihe Sanren did not even sense any trace of Yin energy.

Immortal master?

A disciple of a saint?

Who can be a disciple of a saint? Who is not a person of extraordinary talent? How can he have sores on his hands and feet? How can he be so poor that he wears rags?

"Master."

Baihe Sanren heard his disciple approaching and reminded: "Lord Xibohou may be buying horse bones with a huge sum of money in exchange for a good reputation."

"Elaborate."

"Hou Xibo waited for many days in the bitter cold to seek the Immortal Master. Once the news spreads, a large number of cultivators will naturally come to Xiqi."

"Master, you are very powerful and deserve the attention of Xibohou."

Baihe Sanren nodded and stepped forward after hesitating for a long time.

"Lord Xibohou."

Ji Fa did not show any impatience, "Master Bai He, what is this?"

"The corpse has turned into an apricot tree. It must be the work of a spirit transformed from plants. It would be better to let the old Taoist find the source before bothering the Immortal Master."

Ji Fa's expression slowed down, wondering if he was too sensitive. Chaoge had no reason to send troops to the four princes in winter.

"Then I'll trouble you, Taoist priest."

Baihe Sanren called two disciples and walked towards the apricot tree together.

"Lord Xibohou, I know a technique to trace the origin. As long as you take a little blood and flesh, I can find out the truth."

Baihe Sanren smiled contentedly.

He did have the capital to be complacent. Even the outer disciples of the orthodox and unorthodox sects might not be able to reach the realm of sitting elixir after practicing hard for decades.

Bai He San Ren lowered his head and wanted to pick up the flesh and blood from the roots of the apricot tree.

"Uh!!!"

The face on the apricot tree suddenly opened its eyes and let out a scream.

After the screams, they heard the apricot tree mumbling to itself.

"Dongbo Hou Jiang Huanchu died a day ago. His limbs were pierced by rivets, chopped into pieces by knives, and his body was minced to death!"

"Nanbo Hou E Chongyu drank at home last night and died with his head and body separated!"

"Beibo Hou Chonghouhu heard the news and rushed to Chaoge to surrender, but he fell off his horse on the way and his internal organs were trampled by the horse's hooves and he died!"

Everyone was in an uproar, inevitably terrified.

If what Xingshu said was true, King Xibo would suffer the same fate sooner or later.

San Yisheng quickly bowed and said, "Master Baihe, the apricot tree must have spoken because you cast a spell to summon the soul. Is it true or false?"

Jifa frowned and kept tapping his fingers to calculate his fate.

Although he was a mortal, he had studied divination since childhood and was familiar with the Book of Changes annotated by Ji Chang. The divinations showed that the three major princes in the southeast and north were indeed dead.

Baihe Sanren took several steps back and looked towards Jiang Ziya. The old man fishing on the shore had died at some point, his body was mostly rotten, and the white bones of his arms holding the long pole could be seen.

"No, not me."

"Master Jiang?"

Ji Fa couldn't help but show a trace of panic on his face. Jiang Ziya was the only two people whose fortune he could not predict. The other one was his nephew Shi Dao Ren.

If Jiang Ziya died, Xiqi would probably have no chance of survival.

thump.

The corpse fell into the lake, attracting countless ghosts to bite it.

Baihe Sanren noticed that a rag package had appeared on the branch of the apricot tree at some point, and he stood there in a daze with a pale face.

Click.

The tree trunk cracked.

Jiang Ziya walked out slowly, picked up the rag and said, "I'm sorry to make you laugh, but I'm old and I may fall asleep accidentally."

Without waiting for Ji Fa to say anything, Taoist Bai He knelt down on the ground without hesitation.

"Master Jiang, I am Bai He, the younger generation, who is short-sighted, and shouldn't have offended you."

"it's okay no problem."

Jiang Ziya smiled slightly, his eyes swept across the astonished expressions of the crowd, and he already knew in his heart that he had established a firm foothold in Xiqi.

He turned to Ji Fa and said in a serious tone: "King Wu, Emperor Xin is tyrannical and has caused millions of people to become evil spirits. He is about to attack Xiqi. Are you willing to lead the army to attack him?"

"Immortal Master."

Ji Fa said in a deep voice: "Can Ji Fa's life be exchanged for the well-being of the people of Xiqi?"

Jiang Ziya shook his head. "If King Wu is willing to wait, he can send scouts in a few days. I'm afraid the people in the territories of the other three princes are in dire straits."

Ji Fa's eyes were firm and his words were powerful: "Of course I am willing!!!"

"it is good!"

Jiang Ziya looked around and saw that both the military officers and civil officials were in disbelief.

The Great Shang could mobilize millions of troops, and Chaoge had countless talented people. The small Xiqi was simply a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Taoist Baihe was restless. He was cautious by nature so he could live to the realm of sitting Dan. Staying in Xiqi? Would he be buried with Xibohou? ! !

Jiang Ziya counted with his fingers and looked up at the sky.

"Fellow Daoist Baihe, there are many disciples of yours with outstanding talents. I believe you have a good eye for selecting people. Could you help me take a look?"

Jiang Ziya saw that although the cultivation of Baihe Sanren's disciples was only at the innate and acquired level, they cooperated well with each other and had calluses on their palms from drawing talismans for a long time, making them a good helper.

The soldiers of Xiqi need a large number of talismans to protect themselves, otherwise it will be difficult to fight against the evil soldiers.

"What?" Baihe Sanren was a little surprised by Jiang Ziya's show of goodwill.

"I have several nephews who are coming to Xiqi. They are almost there. Daoist Baihe, do you think we have a chance of winning?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a dragon roar that shook the world rolled in from the sky, as if penetrating the clouds and striking deep into his heart.

The fiery clouds in the sky became increasingly vivid, as if they were ignited by flames, dazzlingly red, and Xiqi was shrouded in this blazing glow.

boom!
A two or three hundred meter long corpse dragon broke through the clouds and moved its head close to Jiulong Gorge.

Its fangs were as sharp as knives, its three eyes glowed a faint green, and its scales were covered with corpse spots, causing groups of evil spirits in the lake to rush to the surface.

Baihe Sanren couldn't say a word, and only then did he realize how big the gap was between the casual cultivators and the immortal disciples.

"This is my disciple Longxuhu, who is considered the Third Prince of the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea."

“It’s so refreshing!!”

A sharp and strange laugh came from the dragon's back, and everyone realized that there was a child riding the corpse dragon.

The child was about eleven or twelve years old, had three heads and six arms, was wearing a red silk robe, and rode a wind-fire wheel. It turned out that the fiery clouds in the sky were caused by him.

Nezha grabbed half of the corpse dragon's tendons and used the control of the tendons to fly into the air.

"Cough cough cough."

Jiang Ziya was afraid that others would discover that the dragon corpse was unconscious, so he released his Yin energy to guide the dragon corpse into the lake, while Nezha stood in mid-air with his eyebrows raised.

"This is Nezha, the eldest senior brother of Jinguang Cave in Qianyuan Mountain. His anger is enough to burn a hundred miles away."

"Humph."

Nezha raised his head in enjoyment.

"I am so lucky..."

Before Ji Fa could finish his words, Nezha seemed to sense something and waved the Hun Tian Ling. The fiery clouds turned into a tornado and headed out of the city.

"open!!!"

All I saw was a flash of white light, and the fire clouds disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The golden light fell on the side of Jiang Ziya, it was Yang Jian.

Yang Jian stretched out his hand and pointed, the third eye between his eyebrows opened, his robes crackled, spiritual charm emanated from his cuffs, and the broken clouds returned to their original state.

"Yang Jian, disciple of Jade Ding Zhenren of Jinxia Cave in Yuquan Mountain, greets Uncle Jiang."

"Meet Xibohou."

"Meet Brother Nezha."

"Meet Brother Huang Tianhua."

Roar!
A roar sounded out of nowhere, and the red-flame jade unicorn carried the Taoist with a face as white as mutton and landed on the shore. His appearance could be described as one with the form of a tiger and the movements of a leopard.

The Taoist clasped his fists and said, "I am a disciple of the True Lord Qingxu Daode of Ziyang Cave in Qingfeng Mountain."

"Huang Tianhua is willing to obey orders!"

Nezha couldn't wait to ask: "Where's Junior Brother? Didn't he say he was the first to arrive?!"

Jiang Ziya spits out five gods, and the dirty ghosts come back and forth.

Master Qingfeng and his apprentice were still on the official road when they suddenly came to Jiulong Gorge. Then the Chunyin coffin shook and endless corpse gas filled the air.

Six arms pushed open the cover, and corpses emerged from the lake and surrendered.

Yang He crawled out of the coffin, and the ground was covered with white bones. Yin fire was rising to the sky, and the vertical eye between his eyebrows sometimes turned into the sun and sometimes turned into a poisonous insect.

(End of this chapter)