Five miles south of Qudu City, a dark tent filled the space of dozens of miles. The bonfires shone brightly on the campsite like daytime. Many men in short clothes grabbed meat in their hands, roasted and ate on the bonfire, and even drank a lot of people.

"Damn it, if that thief took one step late today, my old horse would be able to cut off his head. That's a guard captain. If I could carry his head, I would definitely be able to get two fresh girls back to have fun!" A tall man with a bowl-sized arrow sore on his face said regretfully while gnawing on his lamb legs.

As soon as he said this, someone laughed and said, "Ma Crazy Ma, it's almost a bad thing. You kid can only drink horse urine here now. Look at Li Dazhuang, who has lost his luck and killed a monk who is on the seventh level of Qi training with one knife. Hehe, the old coach was happy and gave him the daughter of the city lord!"

"I've seen that girl when I grabbed it. The tender skin and flesh were so tender that it could pinch out a stream of water! What a pity, a piece of good meat fell into the dog's mouth!"

It’s a pity that the words here have not yet come to an end, someone joked: “It’s better to fall into a dog’s mouth than to be gnawed by a horse’s mouth!”

"Chen Laoer, you are talking nonsense, I'll fuck your grandma!" The madman, who was already unhappy, shouted and threw the lamb leg and rushed towards the man.

The Chen Laoer was not showing weakness, and stretched out his thick arms and got entangled with the madman. The two of them beat each other's body in anger. After a while, the two of them were bleeding.

"Fight. Beat hard and beat that grandson to death!" When everyone scattered around, they saw the scene, were excited as if they were injected with chicken blood, and screamed and started to cheer on the side.

"Puff!" Ma Crazyman took out a sharp-eared knife from his pocket and stabbed it directly into Chen Laoer's belly.

Chen Laoer pinched Ma Qianzi's neck with both hands, his eyes widened. With this knife, his hands loosened and his eyes gradually lost their original brilliance.

Chen Laoer's death made Ma Crazy Ma the hero in everyone's eyes. Several thick men lifted Ma Crazy Ma and threw it in the air. For a moment, laughter and noise were in the camp like ghosts crying and howling.

No one paid attention to the dead Chen Laoer, and no one noticed that at the moment Chen Laoer fell to the ground, a faint smoke flew out of Chen Laoer's body and flew straight towards the tent in the middle of the camp.

The tent is as big as five rooms. There is no one in the ten feet of the tent. The moment the green smoke flew into the tent, a black gourd placed in the middle of the tent suddenly spewed out a small black banner, which directly led the black smoke into the gourd.

"What a bunch of ignorant things!" The black shadow sitting cross-legged next to the gourd raised his eyes and said lightly: "It's still 50,000 souls left. This ghost banner will be perfect. Maybe tomorrow, those ignorant things will continue to attack the city."

Speaking of this, the black shadow said lightly: "If you complete this ghost banner tomorrow, the leader will definitely be happy. You might be rewarded with more Taoism at that time!"

"Zhang Qing asked to see Master **!" A powerful voice sounded outside the door.

The dark shadow who heard this sound said gloomyly: "Come in!"

What came in was a majestic man, his delicate eyes were full of gloomy murderous intent. If the troops guarding the city in Qudu City were allowed to see this person, they would definitely be like seeing a ghost. Although he called himself Zhang Qing, the nickname given to those troops in Qudu City was Zhang Rentu.

"Teacher **, there is something that my subordinates have to report to the Tel. Yesterday, the brothers suffered heavy casualties. According to the subordinates, at least 10,000 brothers died on the battlefield. I also asked Tel ** to be kind and let the brothers rest for a day or two before fighting!" Zhang Qing knelt on the ground while speaking.

The black shadow smiled and said, "Zhang Qing, Lian Zun is about to come to the world and create a world without pain for us. Do you know that your current words are to stop the birth of Lian Zun! Now, I will give you another chance to prepare for war immediately. Tomorrow, we will have a big battle to fight!"

Zhang Qing's face showed a hint of pain. Since the uprising, countless brothers have fallen by his side. These brothers died one after another, making his cold heart unable to bear it.

Now, almost all the land ten miles outside Qudu City has been dyed red. If Nagqu City is captured, I don’t know how many people will die. He doesn’t want his brother to make unnecessary sacrifices. He gritted his teeth and shouted: “Please be kind to the master, let your brother rest for two more days.”

"Two days off? Then go and rest!" As the black shadow spoke, he slapped the black gourd, and the ghost banner flew out of the gourd and stirred towards Zhang Qing, and Zhang Qing turned into ashes.

As the faint black smoke was swept into the gourd, the black shadow said to himself: "Little ant, also wants to hinder the leader's major affairs? I'm really overestimating my ability."

Just as he was talking, a black light appeared strangely in the camp. The black shadow saw the black veil woman showing her body in the black light, and stood up respectfully and said, "I belong to the Master of Xuri Altar Jin Alliance, pay homage to the Deputy Leader."

The woman waved her hand and said, "Master of the Golden Hall, how many unjust souls have you collected now?"

"Reporting to the deputy leader, there is still 50,000, which is 490,000!" As the Jintan Lord spoke, he respectfully handed the gourd placed on the table to the black veil woman.

The woman in black veil gently pinched the magic trick, and the dark ghost banner flew out again. However, she ignored the ghost banner, but stared at the gourd, and saw countless black gas coiled together, like a jar of ink. And in these ink, every piece of smoke and dust looked like a ghost.

"Very good, I will definitely submit your contribution to the leader. I believe the leader will reward you very much." The black evil woman put down the gourd and said seriously: "According to the leader's order, you must complete the soul required for the soul gathering gourd within five days. Those who complete it will reward you more. If you fail, use your soul to remove your soul and refine it into the magic weapon and suffer the pain of reincarnation forever!"

"Sir, obey the order!" Jin Meng knelt respectfully on the ground and responded loudly.

"Master of Jintan, you and I don't need to be so polite, get up!" As the woman in black veil waved her hand gently, and the Jinmeng, who was kneeling on the ground, stood up involuntarily.

Jin Meng's face was still full of respect and caution. He said respectfully: "The deputy leader's magical powers are thousands of miles a day. In the eyes of a young man, it will take another ten or eight years. Maybe you can go further and become the Nascent Soul and be honored as the ancestor!"

"It's not that easy to achieve the Nascent Soul." The woman sighed and said, "Let's talk about what happened in the future. The Master of the Golden Temple, the Soul Gathering Gourd is of great importance. No mistakes are allowed. Do you understand?"

"I understand!" Jin Meng's expression became more and more respectful.

The woman in black nodded and said casually: "What news is there in Qudu City recently?"

"The immortal masters in Qudu City still had no big noise, but the disciples who were involved in Qudu City came to the news that a few days ago, the Supreme Elder of Lishan Palace summoned the five sects to kill a disciple named Fang Ling!"

As soon as Jin Meng said this, the woman's body shook for a moment, and then she heard her in a deep voice: "What's the result?"

"Report to the deputy leader, everyone originally believed that Fang Ling was dead, but he did not expect that he had refined the White Tiger Seven Killing Map in the Four Spirit Array of the True Dao Sect with the qualifications of building a foundation. In front of the disciples of the five sects, the Four Spirit Array defeated Lan Yang Yushi so much that he admitted defeat without regard for his face. Fang Ling and the other three elders of the Zhendao Sect were respected as the Four Sons of Zhendao and became the most powerful person among the five sects."

"The fourth son of Zhendao, this title is really good." The woman in black veil pondered for a moment and said lightly.

Jin Meng's heart moved and thought to himself that the deputy leader, who is known for his coldness and ruthlessness, was inexplicably unreliable. However, under the accumulation of power of the deputy leader, he did not dare to ask more questions and hurriedly said: "Deputy leader, although the four true sons are not worth worrying about this sect, they are a big problem when they are united together!"

The woman in black veil smiled faintly and said, "Don't worry about this, when the ancestor is 10% true, everything will be broken."

Jinmeng was still about to speak, the woman with black veil smiled faintly, and her whole body curled up a black light and disappeared into the tent in an instant. After the woman left, Jinmeng relaxed and murmured with emotion: "As soon as possible, the golden elixir is indeed a difference between heaven and man. I don't know when, I can also achieve the golden elixir."

Then he picked up the black gourd with his hand, stared at the black fog that faintly made the sound of ghosts and wolves howling, and infinite confidence arose in his heart. Although he didn't know what kind of ** the ancestor was practicing, his heart calmed down when he thought of the twenty-seven soul-gathering gourds that were exactly the same as in his hands, and the tens of millions of souls gathered together.

What kind of power should tens of millions of souls be? Although he is not the highest level of the Lianzun Sect, he can also vaguely feel that this rebellion was not to overthrow the State of Lu, but to collect these tens of millions of souls.

The woman in black veil gently landed outside the continuous military camp. Her eyes looked at the huge military camp, and her expression kept flashing. Finally, she sighed softly and murmured to herself: "At that time, I hope you can enter the area where I am responsible for, and I can let you go!" As she spoke, the woman in black veil turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the world. The wind was howling, with a faint crying sound, and the endless murderous aura made people feel chilling.

Two rolling iron streams collided in the vast earth. In an instant, people were raised and horses flipped, countless sword lights flashed, countless blood splattered, and countless heads fell to the ground. A good man was wearing a horse's corpse, saying that he was wearing a bold costume, but seeing these countless heads landed on the ground, even Fang Ling's heart was already as cold as a rock, he couldn't help feeling sad. (To be continued...)
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