Fighter of the Destiny

The string of the kite has been tied to the shaft of the car, and the painting is flying in the air.

The little Taoist priest did not dare to look at the tragic battle scenes around him. He covered his face with his two little hands. Occasionally, when he took a peek, his body would tremble slightly with fright.

The car curtain has been opened, and Shang Xingzhou is sitting beside the car with his feet on the ground.

If Chen Changsheng were here at this time, you would find that he is really much older than when he was in Luoyang, and his hair is already full of white.

He held a fan in his hand and swung it slowly, his white hair floating slightly.

He closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of fighting in the wilderness and the sound of blood splashing in the air. He felt neither disgust nor intoxication.

He is very calm. Before the real end, all the things he has done and the people he has met are all journeys.

He knew very well why the demons came to kill him with all their strength.

Of course he won't leave.

What he wants is to attract the main force of the demon clan and at the same time provide some kind of evidence to the opponent.

That was a fog that both sides needed.

He will not send any information to the Zhongjun Tent. The more silent the Zhongjun Tent is, the more the demons will want to kill him. Under such circumstances, if he dies in the hands of the demons, many people will die. The soldiers and priests would have great opinions on Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong, and the human army on the front line might even split over this.

He knew that Chen Changsheng would be under a lot of pressure, but he didn't care. If he couldn't bear even this little pressure, what qualifications did he have to be his student?

From early morning to autumn, the vanguard team of the demon wolf cavalry finally broke through the heavy defenses of the black armor heavy cavalry and arrived in front of the hill.

However, those bloodthirsty giant wolves that were drooling and panting were shot to death by thousands of Holy Light Crossbows before they could even step onto the hill.

With the number of Holy Light Crossbows dwindling, such a large number of volleys is already a rare scene on the battlefield.

It can only be said that both Peng Shihai and other generals and soldiers in the East Route Army took Shang Xingzhou's safety more seriously than the sky.

There were dead bodies and injured everywhere around the hill.

The human cavalry who surrounded the hill again did a simple cleanup. When they met the wounded demon soldiers, they naturally gave them a blow. When they met their injured comrades, they carried them up the mountain and temporarily put them on the hillside, waiting for the fighting to stop. At that time, the Ligong Priest and the teachers and students of the Qingyao Thirteenth Division came to treat them. They only hoped that the wounded would still be alive at that time.

The soldiers placed the wounded on the hillside, said a few words of comfort, and then left.

Of course, they would not forget to kowtow to the car before leaving.

The little Taoist opened his fingers and looked at Shang Xingzhou with his dark eyes.

Shang Xingzhou didn't open his eyes and said, If it's not cured, don't bother me.

The little Taoist priest hummed happily, took out two straw ropes from his sleeves, tied the wide Taoist sleeves tightly around his wrists, and ran up the hillside.

There were wounded soldiers on the slope, so naturally no one stopped him.

It's just that he didn't bring a medicine kit and didn't know how to treat it.

The next moment, the little Taoist priest took off the golden needle from his finger and began to apply the needle to stop the bleeding of the wounded soldiers, with an extremely serious expression on his little face.

Moving from one wounded soldier to another, his little face was red due to heat, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

There was a wounded soldier wearing a felt hat that was not common on the battlefield, covering most of his face, and the exposed parts were slightly blue.

Looking at the wounded soldier, the little Taoist priest scratched his head and said, Is he poisoned? I don't know how to treat him.

After saying this, he had to give up on the wounded soldier temporarily and stop the bleeding of other wounded soldiers first.

After doing these things, he returned to the car, looked at Shang Xingzhou, smiled sweetly, and shouted crisply: Ancestor, I'm back!

The next moment, the smile on the little Taoist priest's face turned into a look of tears. He was obviously extremely nervous and said a few words silently.

At some point, Shang Xingzhou opened his eyes.

He nodded calmly.

The little Taoist priest quickly got into the carriage and hid behind him.

Shang Xingzhou looked at the wounded soldiers on the hillside. His eyes followed the little Taoist priest's fingers on his shoulders, and finally fell on a wounded soldier.

It was the wounded soldier wearing a felt hat and looking a little blue.

Shang Xingzhou looked at the wounded soldier quietly.

A shallow wrinkle gradually appeared in the corner of his eye, and became deeper and deeper when the wind blew gently.

Suddenly, an extremely bright light appeared in his eyes.

A few dozen feet away, a spatial crack quietly appeared at the wounded soldier's throat.

The space crack is the sharpest existence between heaven and earth, which can lead directly to the netherworld.

Blood beads appeared from the cyan skin, and then it was slowly cut open.

The wounded soldier suddenly opened his eyes, and his body sank into the ground like a candy man in water.

The space crack then sank into the ground.

The wounded soldier's body turned into a cloud of smoke, overflowing from the soil and spreading towards the hillside.

Shang Xingzhou suddenly closed his eyes.

The giant painting hung in the sky by a kite is the burning of Jialan Temple.

Suddenly, a young Taoist priest appeared in the burning ruins.

The Taoist priest looked handsome and handsome, just like Shang Xingzhou when he was a child.

He looked at the surrounding fields with extremely sharp eyes, as if he could see all the ghosts.

In the painting, there are more than ten bright lights in the young Taoist priest's clean eyes.

In the car, Shang Xingzhou had more than ten deep wrinkles on his face.

Rub rub rub rub!

There were many sharp cutting sounds around the hill.

The space cracks gradually disappeared.

The black robe appeared.

The costumes of the human cavalry had long since turned into crumbs and disappeared in the wind.

There were also many holes in the black robe that had protected him for thousands of years.

Bright red blood flowed from some breaches.

The legend is true, the black robe is indeed a human being.

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I didn't expect that I would be successfully attacked by you.

Hei Pao looked at Shang Xingzhou in the car and said.

His voice penetrated the hood, a little deep and a little evil, but it was a little more moving at this time.

As he said, he took a huge risk today, pretending to be a human cavalry, and came to Shang Xingzhou in order to kill him in a sneak attack.

Who would have thought that Shang Xingzhou would see through his plan in advance and almost kill him in a sneak attack.

This is the trick your student used to kill my student back then. Now you are using this trick again. It's really disappointing.

There was no emotion in Shang Xingzhou's voice, and he was as cold as if the other party was neither a demon strategist nor an old friend.

What he was talking about was, of course, more than ten years ago, when the young demon king disguised himself as a seriously injured formation master and asked Chen Fu and An Hua from the Songshan Military Mansion to carry him to Xueling to find the owner of the Cinnabar Pill.

The black robe said: The person your Majesty wanted to kill at that time was the late emperor and had nothing to do with Chen Changsheng.

Shang Xingzhou said: No matter what, it is an old trick after all, otherwise why wouldn't even a student like me be able to hide it?

The little Taoist priest listened carefully behind him, completely unaware of how important this sentence was to him.

In the past two years, many people have known that there is a little Taoist priest in Changchun Temple in Luoyang, and they pay great attention to Shang Xingzhou's service.

But Shang Xingzhou never made it clear who this little Taoist priest was to him.

To this day, he said such words in front of the black robe.

What are the benefits of being a Shang Xingzhou student?

You only need to know that one of the two students he accepted before became emperor and the other became pope. That is enough.

The black robe couldn't help but glance at the little Taoist priest.

Although his arrangement today is not new, it actually has a great chance of success. Who would have thought that a child would see through it.

This is probably what the so-called deep blessings mean.