Chapter 29 The Family Also Has People Who Are Loyal to the Emperor

"Report, General Zu, something is wrong. Outside Jiulian City, sixteen aristocratic families headed by the Zhang family are going out of the city with great fanfare for a hundred miles to welcome the enemy into the city."

A scout flew to report.

"What? How dare the rebels do this? The vanguard army listened to the order and gave me a whip. I was going to kill all these rebels today!"

Zu Mao was already grumpy, how could he bear such a blatant act of treason?

What's more, as a vanguard general of the army, how can there be no reason not to take action when encountering such things?

"promise!"

Once the vanguard army composed of 10,000 Zhao Tieqi accelerated, it would be like smoke for thousands of miles of yellow sand, the dust would fly wildly, and the earth seemed to be trembling.

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"General Huang, Mr. Zhang and a total of 16 families from the Nine Lotus City are here to welcome the army of the Qingshan Dynasty into the city."

Outside Jiulian City, the Zhang family advocated that Wen Cheng was saluting respectfully to Huang Shiqing, the pioneer general of the Qingshan Dynasty.

"Okay, very good, Master Zhang knows current affairs, I will appreciate it, and please lead the way, Master Zhang, I will talk about it when I enter the city."

Huang Shiqing laughed heartily for a while, he was able to take down Nine Lotus City so easily, and he could also be happy.

As everyone knows, Zhang Wencheng's eyes flashed coldly, as if he had other plans.

"General Huang, don't worry, I have prepared a glass of fine wine for all the soldiers, and it won't be too late for you to drink a glass before entering the city."

Zhang Wencheng commanded his subordinates to bring hundreds of altars of fine wine, and gave each of Qingshan Dynasty's vanguard army a big bowl, and a servant behind him poured a bowl full of wine.

"This, isn't it good? The ban in the army prohibits drinking alcohol, Master Zhang, I appreciate your kindness, why don't you let it go?"

Huang Shiqing sniffed the smell of alcohol vigorously, then held back the impulse with great perseverance, and refused with a hesitant expression.

"General Huang, don't worry, one bowl per person, it doesn't matter. What's more, you won the Nine Lotus City today without abolishing a single soldier. Shouldn't you be celebrating?"

Seeing Huang Shiqing hesitate, Zhang Wencheng hastily persuaded him. If he didn't drink this wine, wouldn't his plan be in vain?

"But what if the enemy calls? Didn't I miss a big deal?"

After all, Huang Shiqing is a general who has fought for many years, so he has a lot of worries.

"The general is worrying too much. The Tang Dynasty is now full of flames and besieged by the four countries. It is already very weak. Where can I find the spare power to send troops here?

Besides, the 100,000 vanguards have all drank alcohol, even if the higher-ups want to blame them, I'm afraid it won't work, as the saying goes, the law does not blame the masses! "

What he said was well-founded, and Huang Shiqing couldn't find any reason to refute it, so he had to agree.

"Okay then, but only one bowl per person."

"Well, don't worry, General Huang, if you want one more bowl for each person, I don't have enough wine, do you?"

"Ha ha."

While talking and laughing, Huang Shiqing also drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp.

"Patriarch Zhang, it's getting late and I've run out of wine. It's time for me to enter the city."

Huang Shiqing was eager to enter the city, and urged him a little anxiously.

"That's right, I'm done drinking, and I should be on my way, Your Majesty, did the old minister make you wait?"

At this moment, Zhang Wencheng had a sad face, and his mouth was full of gods and spirits.

"En? Zhang Wencheng, what are you talking about?"

What Zhang Wencheng said made Huang Shiqing subconsciously feel that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong for a while.

"Using blood as a guide, using gods as sacrifices, the Nine Prisons will rise!"

At this moment, Zhang Wencheng took out a formation map from his arms, cut open his palm, and dripped his own blood into the formation map.

"Stop it, Zhang Wencheng, what are you doing?"

At this time, Zhang Wencheng was looking at the direction of Shengjing City devoutly, without saying a word, letting the formation devour everything about him.

He doesn't know what the Nine Prison Formation is, but just hearing the name, even a fool can know that it is not a good thing.

Huang Shiqing was unwilling to sit still and wait for death.

Gather your subordinates to attack Zhang Wencheng, trying to stop Zhang Wencheng.

But the sacrificial ceremony of the Great Formation has already started, how can human power stop it?

The endless offensives were resolved in an instant by the large formation, and they were useless at all.

With Zhang Wen as the center, there are tens of miles of wind and ghosts, and the voices of ghosts can be heard endlessly.

The evil spirit rushed straight into the sky, and the breath of purgatory came from the ground, and a blood-colored formation gradually took shape as the spirit of purgatory continued to grow.

"Broken Mountain Hammer, kill!"

A huge quaint hammer appeared in the air, and with endless unwillingness, it slammed into the formation in anger.

Huang Shiqing gathered all his strength to deliver this desperate blow. Unfortunately, the blow had dissipated in the air before it landed.

"It's useless, Huang Shiqing, don't waste your energy, you should already feel that your vitality is passing by now."

Zhang Wencheng looked at Huang Shiqing who was still unwilling, and sneered loudly.

"How? What did you do?"

After careful perception, Huang Shiqing also clearly noticed the changes in himself.

His body seemed to have become a part of the large array of sacrifices, and his vitality was constantly being snatched away.

"Hahaha, Huang Shiqing, what do you think?"

Zhang Wencheng looked at Huang Shiqing with a half-smile.

"Could it be that there is something wrong with that wine? But it's not right. I have used my spiritual power to detect it before I drank it. It is not poisonous at all, so there should be no problem? But when did you tamper with me?"

Huang Shiqing also gave up struggling, and sat on the ground frowning and thinking.

He knew that if he didn't figure out the crux of the matter, it was absolutely impossible for him to escape from this battle.

"Haha, of course it's the wine, but there's no poison in the wine, and it's impossible for ordinary poison to hide the truth from General Huang, you, a great expert in the world of stars."

"So what do you put in your wine?"

"It's nothing, it's just a breath of purgatory."

The air of purgatory has no shape or form, even a trace of it can't be detected by the master of transforming gods.

As for the map of the Nine Hell Formation he took out, as long as it is deployed, humans and animals within a radius of tens of miles will be sacrificed by the formation to strengthen the power of the formation as long as they have a trace of purgatory spirit.

It was Zhang Wencheng who used the wine infused with the spirit of purgatory to make the 100,000 Qingshan Dynasty vanguard army a sacrifice for the formation.

"Hiss, Zhang Wencheng, you are so ruthless!" After thinking through the joints, Huang Shiqing's eyes were full of resentment, wishing to swallow Zhang Wencheng alive.

It's a pity that with the continuous operation of the formation, his vitality is constantly being swallowed by the formation, and now he doesn't even have the strength to stand up.

"what!"

The expansion of purgatory energy has reached its limit, and the army of one hundred thousand Qingshan Dynasty turned into mummies in the blink of an eye.

A gust of wind blew, and the mummy drifted away, leaving only a grain of dust, which proved the traces of the existence of a hundred thousand troops.

"Ah! I hate it so much!"

Huang Shiqing hated himself for being careless and greedy, and even more hated Zhang Wencheng for his scheming and viciousness. He did not hesitate to use the lives of sixteen families in Jiulian City as bait to go to hell with his 100,000 troops!

Jiulian City has few soldiers, so it is impossible to defend the city.

But the Nine Lotus City family headed by Zhang Wen is loyal to the former king, and they don't want the Qingshan Dynasty to easily take Nine Lotus City, so they came up with this poisonous plan!

Now it seems that they succeeded!

Seeing that the power of the formation was getting stronger and stronger, Zhang Wencheng looked at the people in Nine Lotus City who had been turned into mummified corpses, with tears in his eyes and a long smile looking up to the sky.

"Hahaha! The former king is above, my minister Zhang Wencheng died loyally for the country today, and I will never regret it! The family of Nine Lotus City is worthy of the dynasty!"