Several leaves burned by flames slowly fell towards the lake, and then were torn into countless tiny fragments by extremely violent energy.
Qilian Canglan's chest was fluctuating violently, and countless green auras appeared in the air around her, twisting like a living thing.
Looking at the figure that was about to disappear into the night, her face looked extremely ferocious, and an extremely cold voice burst out between her thin lips, "Hemlock, contact Dark Harrier and tell Sheng Ying that this person has a real magical power!"
However, after her voice rang, there was no response.
She was stunned for a moment, and suddenly let out another hysterical roar.
It was only then that she remembered that the hemlock was dead.
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Gu Liubai ran for seven or eight miles with the war horses, suddenly got off the horse, slapped his horse's butt and said, "Good horse."
The war horse neighed, looking very proud, and continued to run wildly towards the north with the rest of the war horses, and became more and more vigorous as they ran.
Gu Liubai flipped over a mound himself and called Xiao Zhen, who was standing next to a shed, with a smile on his face.
In the shed, Shangguan Zhaoyi and Shen Ruoruo looked at him wet and covered in mud. The two of them immediately smiled, and Shen Ruoruo said, "You are having another good dress."
There is a peach forest around this shed. It is estimated that when the peaches are ripe here, peach farmers are afraid that someone will steal peaches, so they use the shed to guard the peach fields. They are originally dirty, but they feel completely different when they are cleaned up by Shangguan Zhaoyi and Shen Ruoruo.
Gu Liubai even saw a few wild flowers in a small pottery bottle with a broken horn.
He was about to make fun of these two people, could he have opened a tea room here, but Xiao Zhenwei asked very seriously, "Gu Shiwu, why do these horses listen to you so much?"
Gu Liubai couldn't help laughing when facing this studious master, and said, "There is a place on the horse's neck. As long as he presses his true energy, he will not dare to move. My mother taught me to make some herbs and wipe them on their noses, so they will be obedient."
"So that's that simple." Xiao Zhen nodded slightly. He thought there was some special true qi method.
"Qilian Canglan is not simple. Her methods are probably passed down by the Taoist of Goryeo. Maybe she is the disciple of the Taoist of Goryeo." Gu Liubai quickly lit up the specific situation of Qilian Canglan and herself against the enemy, as well as her method of finally controlling the beasts and sending messages to Xiao Zhenwei, Shen Ruoru and Shangguan Zhaoyi, and then said, "Master, we have to be careful. This old Taoist of Goryeo is not like the kind of person who secretly learned one or two powerful methods. The Yang Demon Sword used by Qilian Canglan is very strange, and it actually has the feeling that a seventh-grade cultivator can borrow the eighth-grade magical powers. It is the same as the Sect Holy Palace's Sect. In this way, this old Taoist of Goryeo is also considered a rare genius. Moreover, the magic weapon used by Qilian Canglan is also strange, very similar to the Ten Thousand Soul Banner in the record."
Xiao Zhenwei nodded again and said, "If the Yang Demon Sword method was created by this person, then this person is definitely not an ordinary person, but I am not careful. No matter who I meet, I will only use a sword."
Gu Liubai was amused by his master again.
Anyway, everyone you encounter will be killed with one sword, right? Be careful, and I should be careful, right?
Xiao Zhenwei asked again at this time, "Do you think Qilian Canglan can find us next?"
Gu Liubai answered seriously, "Master, if we don't go to Famen Temple, just turn to one direction, unless I want to deliberately reveal my whereabouts, they will not be able to find us. But I revealed signs of going north to Famen Temple. Next, I am afraid that every village, every intersection, or even the wilderness we are going north may have their eyes and ears."
Xiao Zhenwei thought for a while and said, "You are deliberately trying to let her see that you want to go to the direction of Famen Temple to see what methods and disciples of the Goryeo Taoist have?"
Gu Liubai nodded and said, "Yes, I want to see how many practitioners there are under the command of the Taoist Taoist in Gaoli. Is there only one or two of them? Or is there actually a lot of disciples? Also, we have not heard the news before that Yuchi Dian and those Western Regions have their own arrangements at the Famen Temple. I just want to get involved here, so that Elder Tianshu and others will go to the vicinity of the Famen Temple first to see what arrangements they have made, and at the same time, we also secretly ambush some tricks."
Xiao Zhenwei said: "Then we should wait until we arrive before we start?"
Gu Liubai was slightly stunned. He understood something and nodded, "That's natural."
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The white falcon surrounded by a faint green light flew rapidly in the sky, and it was already hard to see on the ground.
Suddenly in a forest, a pile of dead grass seemed to be blown up by a tornado and began to rotate. Among the dead grass, a hairy hair in a yellow robe appeared.
The hairy head was covered with white bone powder on his forehead, but there was a golden flame mark in the center.
His body was extremely thin, and his body seemed to be piled up with dry firewood, covered with a piece of dried cowhide.
He raised his head, narrowed his eyes slightly, stretched out a finger to the white falcon that was passing by the sky, and chanted several sentences like a murmuring to himself.
With his chanting, transparent ripples appeared in the air, and the white falcon suddenly fell in front of him.
The finger he stretched out pointed at the white falcon's head, and then a strange smile appeared on his face.
He reached out and the white falcon flew up high again.
"A magical power? Then you will get a magical power first. Go to Famen Temple to seize treasures, so you will naturally have more guarantees."
He lowered his head slightly and whispered a few words, all of which were in the Indian dialect.
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At this time, on the official road not far from Xinghu Lake, Qilian Canglan had abandoned her horse and got on her carriage.
The carriage headed north along the official road. On the road not far ahead, a black figure appeared like a ghost, standing quietly on the side of the road.
The man was wearing a black tight night-wearing mask, wearing a black ghostly mask, responsible for double swords on his back, and a short sword around his waist.
Qilian Canglan's carriage marched to the side of the man and stopped.
Qilian Canglan did not get out of the car, but just lifted the curtains and stared at the man coldly, saying, "Why don't you take action?"
The man bowed and bowed, saying, "General Shengying only asked us to assist in delivering the message, and did not allow us to participate in your siege."
Although he spoke dialects in Chang'an, his pronunciation was obviously not very accurate and very stiff.
Qilian Canglan smiled with murderous aura and said, "You know better than me. From Wujing Town to Chengguan Town, your people were killed cleanly. You were only beaten and didn't fight back? Or are you really the dogs raised by Sheng Ying?"
Listening to such ridicule, the man just bowed deeply and said, "Sorry."
Qilian Canglan narrowed her eyes slightly and said, "I know the thoughts of the kings on a small island like you. Your kings long for everything about the Tang Dynasty. They can't learn enough in Chang'an, so they secretly cooperate with Sheng Ying and the others. Moreover, for your kings, anything that can make the Tang Dynasty messy is a good thing, but for both practitioners, why do you want to live like dogs? Why do those people from the Zhenyan Sect have no need to come out to work hard in your delicious and spicy food? If your sect continues like this, they will always be so humble."
The practitioner wearing a black tight night dress didn't say anything, just listened silently.
Qilian Canglan looked at the black mask on his face, then at the swords on his body, and slowly said, "Your vein is practicing sword techniques, but are there so many swords on your body useful? Don't say that you have two or three swords on your body, even if you have nine swords, can you compare to one sword?"
This practitioner still didn't speak.
It seems that no matter what sarcastic words Qilian Canglan said, he can be a quiet listener.
However, Qilian Canglan continued, "The sword on that man is a magical object."
The practitioner finally slowly raised his head.
Qilian Canglan said coldly, "Sheng Ying certainly promised you many benefits, but are those benefits useful to you? You people are taking great risks and crossing the ocean and quietly coming in Fufeng County. Even if you die, no one will remember your name, and no one will bring your corpse back. Your sect may disappear after many years. You have only heard of the three words "supernatural powers", but you know that you may not see real magical powers in your life, let alone possessing them. But now, there is a sword that is a magical power. Moreover, this sword is invisible, which is extremely suitable for your practice method. If you can get such a sword, a real magical power, the fate of you and your sect will be completely rewritten. Don't you want to give it a try?"
The practitioner in a black tights looked at her and slowly said a word, "Really?"
Qilian Canglan sneered, "Do you think I will use you in such a thing and then be enemies with you?"
The practitioner said again, "Give us a knife?"
Qilian Canglan said indifferently, "Give you a knife, I only want that person."
The practitioner bowed to her again and said, "We will join forces with you."
Qilian Canglan nodded, put down the curtains of the car, but sneered in her heart, "No, you are not worthy of joining forces with me, you just need to obey my order."
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The white falcon, surrounded by the faint green light, fell sharply again.
It fell in a ruined temple on a hill.
There is a Taoist in a very dirty Taoist robe in the corner of the dilapidated temple.
This Taoist looked like a dying beggar.
After the white falcon landed on him, he turned over and a faint green light ignited all over his body.
"A magical power? A knife?"
The man muttered, and then pointed out a green flame and fell into the white falcon.
Chapter completed!