Chapter 215: King Yan Returns and Gives Away Elixirs

"The old ghost has such a strong tone!"

As soon as Yang Qi thought, the vitality of heaven and earth shook, turning into a torrent and brushing towards Ghost Face.

"Little tricks!"

Seeing this, the Witch God breathed a sigh of relief.

I don't know how the ghost got lucky and was promoted to the righteous god, but his background is still too poor.

After a monk breaks through to the first level, he can control the vitality of heaven and earth, making him irresistible to mortals and unable to fight between immortals and demons.

The void trembled, and hundreds or even thousands of pitch-black ghost claws emerged, easily tearing apart the torrent of vitality and grabbing at Yang Qi from all directions.

Yang Qi waved his hand to capture the disease energy, which condensed into countless ferocious flying insects, forming a formation to barely protect his body. It had only been half a month since he became a god, and his divine way technique was still at the first level. He was no match for the witch god who had been an immortal for hundreds of years.

The witch god separated the realms of yin and yang and easily suppressed Yang Qi.

A moment.

Yang Qi fell back step by step, one of his arms was torn apart by the ghost claws. Knowing that he was outmatched, he simply fell into the middle of the Witch God Tribe, waving his hand and spreading out endless yellow-green plague energy. .

"Old ghost, this envoy has wiped out the barbarians, look at you and you are still so arrogant!"

The disease spreads in all directions, and those who hear it will be seriously injured and those who are exposed will die. ,

"How brave!"

The Witch God roared angrily, and the other tribes of the barbarians had been wiped out. If the Witch God tribe were to become extinct again, it would inevitably be counterattacked by the incense.

Even after hundreds of years of refining, the backlash of the incense will not cause death on the spot, but will also cut off the path.

Hundreds of ghostly faces emerged from the void, opening their mouths to swallow the air of the disease, and at the same time ordered the surviving barbarians to disperse into the mountains and forests.

In the past, when the Martial Saint came, this was the way to deal with it. As long as the fire was preserved, the tribe could be rebuilt, and the wild barbarians in the mountains could be gathered together, and the strength could be restored within decades.

After receiving the oracle, the high priest used magic to carry thousands of barbarian warriors and fled to the mountains and forests.

boom!

Xu Fengxian punched Dun Guang, killing hundreds of barbarian warriors, and said coldly: "High Priest, please stay!"

"Despicable humans!"

The high priest didn't know that he had fallen into Xu Fengxian's conspiracy and personally cut mountains and rocks to deliver the enemy to his door.

"There is no meanness in the art of war, only victory in war!"

Xu Fengxian's true energy was circulating, and his overwhelming momentum even attracted the attention of Yang Qi and the Witch God.

The high priest looked ferocious, waving his staff repeatedly and casting hundreds of spells in an instant. Using the magic to cover up, his figure flashed within three feet of Xu Fengxian, and his aura instantly expanded several times.

"Die together!"

The high priest led the dragon cavalry into the barbarians and caused such bad consequences. He knew that he would not be able to escape divine punishment afterwards, so he might as well die together with Xu Fengxian.

"How dare you compare yourself to Xu by using the power of incense and wishing to force a breakthrough!"

After Xu Fengxian's death, a three-foot-tall phantom appeared, which was 70% similar to himself. It was the true meaning of martial arts condensed into a human form.

It is rumored that if you practice the true meaning of martial arts to perfection, you will be born indistinguishable from the original deity, and then merge and refine with the original deity to become the true form of a martial saint.

Xu Feng punched out first, and his true martial arts movements were synchronized, and the second blow hit the high priest first.

"Well……"

The high priest felt violent infuriating energy raging inside his body, churning the boiling mana into pieces.

boom!

The flesh body shattered into pieces and dispersed into a mist of blood.

A stream of divine soul escaped from the blood mist, fell into the mouth of the ghost face of the shaman god, chewed it a few times and swallowed it.

If the high priest fights head-on, even if he loses to Xu Fengxian, he can still hold him back for a while. Or if you bully the warriors for not being good at escaping, and kill the dragon cavalry everywhere, you can also break the encirclement for the clansmen.

As a result, he was so angry that he lost his mind.

Once the high priest died, Xu Fengxian was unstoppable and attacked everywhere, massacring the barbarians with the assistance of the dragon cavalry.

"Junior, how dare you!"

The Witch God roared angrily, and several ghost faces appeared around Xu Fengxian, swallowing him in just one bite.

"The old ghost has lived for hundreds of years, but he can only bully the younger generation."

Yang Qi used spells one after another to force the ghost face back.

Seeing that the Witch God's tribe suffered heavy casualties and would soon be wiped out, the Witch God felt endless anger. The witch-god spent a moment deducing the truth using incense and wishing, but the secret was unclear and there were no other signs.

Above the Witch Temple, the void twisted and opened a gap of hundreds of feet.

Ghosts and gods with hundreds of heads and thousands of arms emerged from the cracks, the terrifying Yin Qi spread for hundreds of miles, and black ice crystals condensed on the ground.

"Ghost, I am missing a divine clone. I will kill you today!"

The Witch God stands on the ground, with a body of one hundred feet like a resident god, hundreds of heads spewing yin energy, and thousands of ferocious arms.

The barbarians who were lucky enough to survive saw the Witch God coming and fell to the ground to pray.

"Old ghost, I finally gave up."

Yang Qi's expression changed from playful to serious: "This envoy's hard work is not in vain!"

"Um?"

The Witch God heard this and was about to speak when he suddenly felt a warning sign.

The Baizhang body looks heavy and heavy, but in fact it is as light as the wind. With a superb escaping technique, it appears several miles away in an instant.

Click!

The sound of scissors closing was heard, and more than a dozen arms were broken at the same time.

"Fellow Taoist, after seeing you for the past few months, your style remains the same!"

Zhou Yi's figure appeared, with golden dragon scissors hanging above his head, purple green ropes floating to the left and right, and a demon-proofing shuttle under his feet.

"Is it you? Impossible!"

The Witch God said angrily: "I have been studying the divination method for hundreds of years, how could I let you be deceived!"

If he sensed Zhou Yi's location at the beginning, the Witch God would rather endure the backlash of the incense than dare to come out of the underworld. This is a fierce immortal who seriously injured the Qingqiu Fox Immortal.

The Witch God had only been able to bully Yang Qi for a few hundred years after becoming an immortal. When he met the Qingqiu Fox Fairy, who had lived for thousands of years and whose bloodline had been passed down for nearly a million years, he could only run away with his head in his arms.

"Of course Pindao will... take action!"

Before Zhou Yi finished speaking, the vast sword energy formed a star sword formation, fixing the void, like the Milky Way rolling back and drowning the Witch God.

at the same time.

A woman's figure suddenly appeared behind the Witch God. She waved her hand and made a string of beads, which covered hundreds of heads of the Witch God.

Moo!

The cow brays sounded, and faster than the sound was the five elements of light, dyeing a hundred miles in radius into five colors.

Yang Qi's eyes were full of envy. They were both righteous gods, and the difference between them in their magical weapons and powers was not the slightest bit. The air of disease spread all over the sky and enveloped the entire Witch God Tribe. The barbarians on the ground fell ill one after another and turned into bones and pus in an instant.

The Witch God was not aware of it for a moment, and was hit by the Star Sword Qi from the front, and was sneak attacked by the Zhengshen Immortal Beast from behind.

There was a loud bang.

The immortal light of the sword energy shot straight into the sky, and the body of the Witch God, a hundred feet long, collapsed into pieces.

"Roar!"

The witch god Yuanshen let out a long roar, and hundreds of miles of vitality boiled. The shattered ghost and immortal body turned into endless yin energy and gathered around the body again.

How could Zhou Yi and others give the Witch God a chance to recover? They used their swords, light, magical powers, and magical weapons one after another. Seeing that they were about to annihilate the Witch God's soul, the endless incense and will power turned into a golden barrier, blocking all attacks.

It only took hundreds of years for the witch god to become a ghost and immortal, but it has been thousands of years since he became a barbarian god.

The power of incense and wish only needs to withstand a few breaths, and the witch god can regroup the body of ghosts and immortals, open the passage to the underworld, and escape.

suddenly.

Whispers rang in the ears of the Witch God, not blessings and prayers, but endless curses and curses.

The incense barrier suddenly shattered, and the immortal sword chopped the ghost and immortal body into pieces again.

"Damn..."

The Witch God didn't need to guess to know that the barbarians were wiped out and there was no more temple left, and the backlash of the incense would follow. Fortunately, he was not a pure god, otherwise he would have almost died tragically on the spot due to the disaster of destroying mountains and cutting down temples.

However, the situation was not much better. The immortal body was broken, the incense burned back, and the immortals surrounded and killed...

The Witch God resisted several spells, broke out of the encirclement, and fled towards Qingqiu.

"Today's humiliation will be repaid a hundredfold..."

The soul is as fast as a stream of light, and it only takes a moment to escape into Qingqiu.

"I want to leave, but it's too late!"

Zhou Yi stopped the sacred bull from chasing him, and the Yin Shen jumped out of his body, holding an apricot-yellow flag in his arms.

After pardoning Hong Luan Xingjun and the envoy of the Southern Plague, and with the blessing of the majestic humane merits, Wuji Xinghuang Banner finally manifested into a precious entity.

Yin Shen grabbed the apricot-yellow flag and waved it gently, and the black-yellow divine light broke through the void and appeared directly above the head of the witch god Yuanshen.

The divine light enveloped the soul, and only a scream was heard, and then there was no sound.

Zhou Yi withdrew his Yin Shen and realized it carefully, but it was just a little over-exhausted, not like the previous severe injury and depression. Looking down at the Witch God Department below, there were originally hundreds of thousands of barbarians, not a single one of them survived, and the disease and resentment almost condensed into substance.

If left unchecked, it will inevitably turn into a land of resentment, and a hundred years later, the world's most resentful ghosts and corpses will emerge.

"Fellow Daoist Yang, I will leave this place to you. Don't cause any trouble."

"Don't worry, Immortal, Pindao will definitely deal with it."

Yang Qi nodded in agreement. It was his duty to disperse plagues, and he was equally proficient in dispelling plagues.

Zhou Yi cupped Li Zhi's hands and said, "Excuse me, Mr. Xing. If you need anything in the future, I can send you a message at any time."

"The Witch God is a peerless demon, and it is my duty to subjugate and eliminate demons."

Li Zhi cupped his hands and said: "The Twelve Sect has recruited many disciples recently, and we are busy with business, so I will take my leave first!"

After saying that, he turned into starlight and left.

Zhou Yi looked at Xu Fengxian again and said, "General Xu, you can go with me."

"As commanded."

Xu Fengxian was covered in blood and his armor was dyed crimson. Before his death, he killed without any regrets.

Xu Ye opened his mouth but did not speak a word. He became more and more determined in his heart that he would achieve a super level in the future.

The Witch God Department is placed in Daqian, and its strength is comparable to that of the top sects. In the eyes of the immortals and demons, it is just a bait.

The sacred bull opened its mouth and swallowed Xu Fengxian into its belly, then carried Zhou Yi into a five-colored light and arrived at a barren mountain a hundred miles away.

Escaped into the heart of the mountain, Tianyi, Tianyuan, and Xuanji were casting spells to conceal the secrets of the Book of Changes and hide the divination from the witch god.

Zhou Yi took out a fairy peach branch and said, "I still need two of you to calculate and choose a good and auspicious day to send General Xu into reincarnation!"

Tianyi and Tianyuan sensed the aura of the immortal plant and couldn't say no.

Xuanji's eyes widened and he said: "Chief Immortal, you don't need to trouble your two junior uncles..."

"Not a son of man!"

"I have no respect for my elders!"

Tianyi and Tianyuan shouted angrily in unison.

…

In March of the fifty-sixth year of Jingtai.

King Yan pacified the southern border and returned to the court with his troops.

There was a sea of ​​people outside the Meridian Gate, and the people of Luojing were still eager to watch the excitement, just as they had been when they welcomed General Gongsun.

Zhou Yi and his colleagues from the Ministry of Finance were mixed in the crowd, pointing at Li Xun and Chen Ying, and making neat shouts, which almost made the two of them lose their composure.

When the army came to the capital, the masters of Lian Shen went back to their respective homes and had no interest in offering prisoners.

King Li Le of Yan rode his horse and came to the Crown Prince. Unconsciously or not, he looked down at him before dismounting.

"Prince, my brother has lived up to the holy hope, his hypocrisy has been destroyed, and Xu Ni has been eliminated."

"Brother Le, thank you for your hard work. Please get up quickly."

The Prince of the Supervisory State hurriedly stepped forward to help Li Le up, and praised: "Brother Le is really the pillar of the country, it is better to be alone and far away!"

The faces of the officials and royal family who greeted him looked a little strange, and the Prince of the Supervisory State obviously had something to say. At this time, the imperial court was winning a great victory. It would be great fun if King Yan contradicted him a few words.

Li Le bowed and said: "My brother dare not compare with the prince's brother."

The Prince Regent smiled when he heard this, and he liked the Prince of Yan much better: "We are one family, so we should not talk about different things. My father is still waiting for me in the palace."

"I obey your orders."

Li Le behaved humbly and courteously, which made all the officials and royal family members smile and nod.

It is rumored that the Prince of Yan disrespected the Prince Regent and repeatedly confronted him in public, which was not good for the stability of the country. At this time, looking at the Prince of Yan's performance, it was all groundless rumors. It was obviously a brotherly friendship.

No accidents happened during the surrender process.

As the pseudo-obedient officials were executed one by one, the people of Luojing cheered.

Even if they didn't understand the charges made by the eunuchs, as long as the officials were beheaded, it would be fine. Everyone came to see this. The officials who used to be high and mighty had scars on their heads, which were not as big as pigs.

The only pity is that no one cried out for injustice, and they were waiting to die like dumb people, which made the excitement unsatisfactory.

The people didn't know about the recruitment, which was not good for the face of the court.

The court would not admit that there was an offer of amnesty. Even if the news of the offer of amnesty spread, it was a plan by the King of Yan to defeat the enemy.

For the sake of the court, Li Le sealed the acupuncture points of the captives one by one to prevent them from shouting out unpleasant words.

After the captives were offered, Li Le followed the eunuchs to the Wanshou Palace.

It had only been four or five months since the southern expedition, and Li Le felt much more unfamiliar when he entered the Wanshou Palace again.

There was no real person preaching the scriptures, no lingering soul-fixing incense, only the high and mighty Emperor Jingtai had not changed.

"Your son pays homage to the emperor!"

Li Le kowtowed three times and nine times, and said loudly: "Long live the emperor!"

Da Gan did not have this sentence, and the great Confucian scholars of the various schools of thought could not afford to lose this face. On the way back to Beijing, Li Le learned this sentence when he invited Zhou Yi to drink.

It really worked.

Emperor Jingtai's gloomy face eased a lot, and he waved his hand and said, "Get up."

"Thank you, father."

The Prince of Yan stood up, bowed his head, and admitted his mistake.

"You did a good job in the southern expedition."

The Emperor Jingtai changed his tone and said, "It's a pity that Xu Ni escaped and failed to eliminate the great threat."

"I am incompetent, please punish me, father!"

Li Le immediately knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly.

Emperor Jingtai was slightly stunned. The Prince of Yan's attitude made him unable to blame him for a while. After all, he returned with a great victory. If he really punished him, he would definitely be infamous for being harsh to meritorious officials in the history books of later generations.

"Le'er has worked hard in the southern expedition for half a year. It's time to take a good rest. I will hand over the seal to Qi Feng for the time being."

Li Le said sincerely: "I obey your orders and thank you for your concern."

"Big Companion, pass on the order."

Emperor Jingtai said: "The King of Yan has made great contributions to the southern expedition. He is granted Wuzhou and ten elixirs!"

"Yes, my Lord."

Big Companion Chu appeared and bowed to accept the order.

Li Le was grateful when he heard this.

"Thank you, my Lord!"

...

The Prince of Yan's Mansion.

The door of the mansion was closed and all visits were declined.

Many officials who came to visit after Li Le's victory in the southern expedition had to hand in their visiting cards and leave.

Backyard.

Li Le took out a jade box, opened it, and it was shining with fairy light and exuded a pure yang breath.

"Master Zhou is a master of alchemy. Please check whether this elixir has the effect of... prolonging life."

"I'll try."

Zhou Yi took the pure yang elixir and probed into it with his magic power. He immediately sensed a familiar breath.

Nine Nether Immortal Lotus!

The main material of this elixir is not the body of the demon fairy Bashe, but the rhizome and leaves of the Nine Nether Immortal Lotus.

There are dozens of other auxiliary spiritual medicines, which are valuable, but far less than the immortal plant.

The magical power of playing with pills has brought Zhou Yi's talent in alchemy to the top, and he is also extremely sensitive to the elixir. As the mana sensing continues to deepen, a trace of imperceptible demonic energy makes Zhou Yi frown.

The demonic energy is extremely pure, and its quality is not inferior to the Huangting mana that has transformed several times.

"This elixir formula is just an ordinary longevity elixir refining method, which is useless for your highness's life span."

Zhou Yi said: "Some evil spiritual objects have been added, your highness should not take it, it is not like the right way."

Fan Wujiu and Qin Qiong, who were drinking on the side, stopped their glasses and looked amused. Xuanji looked over with his dark eyes, pinched the magic formula with his hands, and could not figure out the origin of the elixir at all.

"Thank you, Master Zhou."

Li Le stared at the elixir for a moment, sighed, and called the servants to bring wine.