Newspaper Boy
Chapter 77 One Wave Subsides, Another Rises
Fu Qingyang gave Wanyan Batian a deep look, turned his body into a sword light and fled, flying towards Linxia City. No dialogue was needed. As an eighth-level artificer, he had already understood the expression of Wanyan Batian.
Descending from the city wall, Fu Qingyang looked around and summoned a centurion who was commanding the laborers to clean the battlefield.
Fu Qingyang said coldly, "Pass down my order, all first-rate experts and minor grandmasters in the army are to assemble at the drill ground."
Before the centurion could respond,
He transformed into a sword light again, flying towards the barracks.
A quarter of an hour later, Xiahou Aotian and others gathered at the marshal's barracks. Teammates who had just finished a fierce battle were summoned over by the soldiers sent by Fu Qingyang before they could rest.
Seeing Fu Qingyang sitting solemnly at the table with a grave expression, the bewildered four or five people looked at each other and sat down with solemn faces. Xiahou Aotian muttered,
"What's wrong?"
"Just now I saw a large force assembling at the drill ground. Are you planning to attack the enemy camp outside the city?" Fu Qingyang cut straight to the chase. "I went to the North Dynasty military camp. Tuoba Guanghe and the Colossus Army are not in the enemy camp."
The faces of Demon Eye and others changed, and Zhao Chenghuang said in a deep voice, "Tuoba Guanghe did not participate in the siege tonight."
Ling Jun raised an eyebrow, realizing, "He went to steal the home?"
Demon Eye sprang up, clenched his fists, and shouted, "Retreat to the capital!"
"If anyone retreats, it will be me." Although Fu Qingyang's expression was solemn, his tone was calm and his emotions were stable, showing the demeanor of a great general. "I will lead a force to the capital. You stay here to contain the main force of the North Dynasty. Linxia and the capital are more than forty miles apart. At the marching speed of the Colossus Army, they are probably already at the capital."
Tianxia Guihuo asked in confusion,
"Why would Tuoba Guanghe lead the Colossus Army to attack the capital alone?"
This development caught them off guard, and they also felt it was unreasonable. The capital has the Imperial City Division and the elite city defense army, with better equipment and more abundant resources.
In terms of experts, the Southern Dynasty capital is definitely not lacking in Saints and Rulers. Tuoba Guanghe only leads the Colossus Army there, and may not be able to take the capital in a short time. And the North Dynasty camp, lacking a commander, may be taken advantage of by Fu Qingyang, who could lead troops to encircle and annihilate them, completely defeating them.
With three Rulers sitting in the Southern Dynasty garrison, they definitely have the strength to do this. At that time, the North Dynasty army would ruin a great situation, the Southern Dynasty would recover a mouthful of blood, and the situation would reverse from bad to good, changing from offense to defense.
Fu Qingyang said lightly, "Tuoba Guanghe is an experienced general. He must have his reasons for doing this. Something may have happened in the capital, leaving it at its most undefended and weakest. Therefore, Tuoba Guanghe is confident in breaking the city in a short time."
"If he succeeds, then the garrison of Linxia will become an isolated army, doomed to defeat." He spoke quickly, "You few guard Linxia, contain the main force of the North Dynasty, and when necessary, you can take the initiative to attack."
After explaining, he supported himself on the table and stood up, striding towards the door.
A gust of Yin wind swept over his face, and the figure of the national preceptor, with his white, withered hair, instantly appeared before him.
Zhang Yuanqing grabbed the Form-Annihilation Blade, activated it, and covered the blade with a layer of faint golden flames, suddenly slashing down.
The blade burning with golden flames directly skipped the "chopping" process, landing on the probing pitch-black ghost claw, severing the ghost claw at the wrist.
Zhang Yuanqing nullified the process of physical movement, allowing his blade to instantly strike the enemy.
So far, among the skills of the Illusionist profession, only "Nullification" can barely be used against enemies. Mental strikes, emotional guidance, emotional explosions, illusions, and other active skills have no effect on Yin objects.
Because Night Watchers are also proficient in illusions, and their spiritual bodies are equally strong and resilient, and the level gap is there.
From the severed wrist, another ghost claw instantly regenerated, piercing Zhang Yuanqing's throat, the sharp claws piercing out from the back of his neck.
Zhang Yuanqing swung the blade back, but the national preceptor retracted his hand first, ghostly绕绕 to Zhang Yuanqing's back, tearing open the armor on his back with a "tearing" sound, cutting open the skin, revealing the spine and ribs.
Zhang Yuanqing wielded the short blade in retaliation, but in the national preceptor's shape-shifting speed, he was like a clumsy child, or an adult waving a fly swatter to chase flies.
He didn't hit the enemy, but the scratch marks on his body increased. The national preceptor retreated a distance and formed hand seals.
Zhang Yuanqing's body suddenly stiffened, and the wounds quickly congealed with white frost, freezing the flesh. The Yin energy that invaded his body through the wounds froze his limbs and bones along with the blood.
The national preceptor was using the Yin energy in the wounds to cast some kind of Yin poison spell. With a whoosh, golden flames rose, and a round of imitation gold lacquer painted sun marks appeared on Zhang Yuanqing's forehead. His short hair stood on end, dyed with gold, and his skin refracted golden light, his pupils turning into molten gold.
"Chī chī," a wisp
Wisps of black smoke steamed out of his body.
He activated the Fierce Sun God of War skill. Zhang Yuanqing opened his inventory, revealing a mottled oil painting, the scenery in the painting distorted and chaotic, rivers floating in the sky, clouds spread on the earth, the sun and the starry sky hanging on the treetops, and figures similar to humans walking upside down.
He flung the oil painting at the national preceptor, and the colors in the painting separated, splashing into reality. The real world was quickly polluted,彩绘 rivers appeared in the sky, the sun and moon hung on the treetops, and the concepts of front, back, left, and right were reversed.
The national preceptor in it twisted, his limbs twisted behind his back, his head collapsing and sinking, seemingly shrinking into his chest, and the sound of bones "kā kā" cracking came from inside his body.
Suddenly, a vortex of Yin energy appeared in the national preceptor's body, gathering the spiritual power around him at one point, and suddenly erupting.
A wave of Yin energy spread out like a shock wave, shattering the surrounding thick colors.
These colors reassembled into an oil painting and fell weakly. This Ruler-quality item was forced back to its original form.
Zhang Yuanqing used the Nullification skill to make the falling oil painting appear in his hand and retrieved it into his inventory.
As the national preceptor broke free from his restraints, Princess Silver Utensil transformed into starlight and appeared on the national preceptor's body. Her skirt flew, her hair danced wildly, and the surrounding meters were filled with濃郁 Yin energy.
Princess Yin Yao pointed her fingers like swords, chanting incantations at her lips.
The surrounding Yin energy came alive, outlining,
Creating black runes, which accompanied Princess Yin Yao's sword fingers pointing out, shooting towards the national preceptor like a rain of arrows. This was the spirit-sealing talisman improved by her master, a talisman specially for sealing the remnants of Yin objects.
The national preceptor opened his mouth and inhaled lightly, and the talismans in the sky rolled into his mouth, turning into spiritual power nourishment. Then his body disappeared.
Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing's clone unhesitatingly used Sun Ascension, letting the dazzling pure gold light灑洒 in all directions.
The national preceptor's figure was forced out and appeared in front of Princess Yin Yao.
A black light flashed, and Princess Yin Yao's head flew high, falling to the ground.
The national preceptor grabbed her body, opened his mouth with its staggered fangs, and bit towards the severed neck, wanting to devour the spiritual essence of this Yin object after continuous fierce battles, which had consumed a lot of his energy.
A short blade pierced out from the national preceptor's mouth. At the critical moment, he wore the spiritual Lunar Amulet.
Zhang Yuanqing Night Watched behind the national preceptor and launched an attack. Zhang Yuanqing twisted his wrist, the short blade rotating, shattering half of the national preceptor's head.
His other hand grabbed a thin, long bamboo stick and slammed it hard on the national preceptor's body.
"Pā!"
With the crisp sound of the stroke, the boiling Taiyin power in the national preceptor's body suddenly became calm and slow, and the headless body remained motionless.
Zhang Yuanqing waved the short blade and cut off both of the national preceptor's arms.
Princess Yin Yao's body fell to pick up her head.
The next second, the Taiyin power boiled, the national preceptor's head flew back, landed on his neck, the broken neck bones connected, and flesh regrew.
"Pēng pēng pēng!"
Zhang Yuanqing, who had activated the Fierce Sun God of War state, fought fiercely with the national preceptor.
Using elbows, knees, and blades, they collided more than ten times in seconds.
Zhang Yuanqing's clone swooped in and joined the battle. Wearing the Heaven-Worshipping Suit, he was even stronger than the main body, greatly relieving Zhang Yuanqing's pressure.
However, the national preceptor was able to handle both enemies with ease. He didn't defend at all, relying on his terrifying physique to fight to the death with the two Fierce Sun Gods of War, leaving scratch marks on their bodies with his sharp claws.
Red firelight descended from the high altitude. The Red Fire Gang Leader transformed into a whirlwind of fire, forcefully cutting into the battlefield. In the distance, Little Round operated in front of the altar, first performing a ritual of blessing to give her four companions a blessing in the dark, and then applying a debuff of misfortune to the national preceptor.
The Palace Mistress sang a high-pitched song, encouraging her teammates, while also stroking the Demon Refining Pot and pouring out streams of life source fluid, promptly restoring their injuries. With the blessing of two powerful supports, Princess Yin Yao and the other three suppressed the national preceptor's output, beating him almost without any resistance.
However, Zhang Yuanqing felt abnormally heavy in his heart. It was only for a limited time, and the Heaven-Worshipping Suit only had fifteen minutes. Once he and his clone lost the Fierce Sun God of War and the stat boosts of the Heaven-Worshipping Suit, the situation would reverse. Although the national preceptor would occasionally have a hand or foot broken, and looked miserable, his Yin energy was always strong and abundant, and even the greatest injuries could be quickly recovered.
The Taiyin's endurance was unparalleled. This was not going to work. He couldn't win at all!
A war of attrition would definitely lead to defeat. If he dragged on any longer, the Devouring Beast's cooldown time might be up!
He had to concentrate his power and inflict a heavy blow on the national preceptor.
Zhang Yuanqing's mind raced, and he said, "Everyone, the old thief's aura is endless, and he cannot be defeated in a long battle."
Gang Leader Duan asked the conventional question of the fire masters of the world, "What should we do?"
"Concentrate our strength to destroy him," Zhang Yuanqing said.
Zhang Yuanqing's clone and main body were of the same mind, and immediately pulled away. The nimble suit's effect was used again, manipulating four types of spiritual power to briefly bind the national preceptor.
The Palace Mistress stopped singing, and thousands of silk ribbons drilled out from under her skirt. They surged towards the national preceptor, binding him. Countless threads were like tentacles, gently and rapidly stroking the national preceptor's abdomen.
"嗡!"
A Gu worm the size of a washbasin, grabbing a jet-black severed hand, landed on Little Round's altar. Little Round grabbed a short blade and cut open the severed hand, and used her index finger to蘸 stain the flowing black blood, drawing runes on the yellow paper talisman, slapping it on the straw man.
The straw man "轰" ignited with black flames and was quickly destroyed.
On the distant national preceptor, black flames also rose, and the pitch-black, tough skin showed a melting trend, and he howled in pain.
Curse kill technique!
At this time, the Palace Mistress's pregnancy skill finally succeeded after repeated failures. Her abdomen continued to swell, and soon it was like a pregnant woman about to give birth, and the crying of an infant came from her belly.
The national preceptor's power was further weakened.
Zhang Yuanqing roared, "Palace Mistress, give me the thunder spear."
The Stop-Killing Palace Mistress quickly opened the inventory and threw a thunder spear flickering with electric light towards him.
Suddenly, the national preceptor's robe split open, and the round belly protruded with a baby's face.
The face quickly became狰狞, and issued a harsh尖出 The fetus in the abdomen was transformed by the national preceptor into a ghost infant. Everyone's minds '嗡!' a sound, warm blood flowed from the nasal cavity, tinnitus阵阵, headaches like to be torn.
This feeling was too familiar - a mental strike!
The infant's crying caused an effect similar to a mental strike.
The national preceptor cast a Yin poison spell, transforming the fetus in his abdomen into an offensive ghost infant.
The Stop-Killing Palace Mistress endured the pain, her red lips moved slightly, humming a melodious and gentle melody - a lullaby.
The constantly screaming ghost infant was comforted by its mother, and gradually came in the gentle maternal love and fell asleep.
Zhang Yuanqing caught the thunder spear and threw it towards the national preceptor, howling like a beast. On the other side, the national preceptor's body squirmed and tried to regenerate, but he was unable to do so. His aura had weakened to the extreme.
Zhang Yuanqing "呼" exhaled a chill, most of the Yin energy in his body was expelled, successfully curbing the mutation.
"Bastard!" The national preceptor stared at Zhang Yuanqing with resentment in his eyes, but suddenly sneered, "Tuoba Guanghe has already rushed to the capital. You killed me, and the Five衰 of Heaven and Man will be upon you. And your comrades have been hit by my corpse curse. Even if the power of the Sun God can suppress it, they are already greatly injured. Once Tuoba Guanghe arrives, you will surely die. The capital will fall, and the Southern Dynasty will perish."
"Tuoba Guanghe is coming?" Zhang Yuanqing's heart tightened.
"After you destroyed the Zheng family, I sent a Yin corpse to Linxia to meet Tuoba Guanghe." The national preceptor said sternly, "You have harmed me for decades, and my plans have fallen short. If I win, I will help him destroy the Southern Dynasty to vent my anger. If I lose, you will also be buried with me."
Zhang Yuanqing was shocked and rushed to the national preceptor, grabbing his neck, "Then please, national preceptor, go first."
From the palm of his hand, a strong sun god power poured out, engulfing the national preceptor's remnants. The golden flame flow spewed for dozens of seconds before subsiding, leaving only half a skeleton in his hand, utterly annihilated.
Zhang Yuanqing released his hand, letting the skeleton fall to the ground. He looked at his companions, his tone weak: "Come closer to me!"
They沐沐 along the golden glory, just like a frozen person feeling the fire, gradually regaining consciousness in their limbs, and the four Yin auras in the body are gradually dissipating, but this process is very slow.
It wasn't until Zhang Yuanqing's spiritual power was exhausted that their bodies returned to normal, but their complexion was still pale, and their eyes were hollow.
The remaining poison hadn't been eliminated. Spiritual power, the most rigid and yang, was also an eye-catching flash of electricity to deal with Yin objects. The thunder light hit the national preceptor's head and flew into the distance. The national preceptor's head was resurrected again.
Zhang Yuanqing summoned the thunder spear and threw it again, and the national preceptor's head exploded again.
Zhang Yuanqing summoned the thunder spear again and threw it. After repeating this four times, Zhang Yuanqing's arms turned into charcoal, but the national preceptor's head regenerated again, but the regeneration speed was obviously slower, taking more than ten seconds to recover.
"His power has weakened!" Zhang Yuanqing shouted.
"No problem, leave it to me." Zhang Yuanqing's clone took off the Heaven-Worshipping Suit and threw it back to the main body, swooping towards the national preceptor: "The meaning of the clone's existence is to die for the main body!"
A miniature sun appeared behind his head.
"轰!"
The moment the clone crashed into the national preceptor, it detonated the sun god power in the body, and the golden light ball expanded rapidly, exploding violently, solidifying in the night sky for three seconds, like a huge sun.
The national preceptor's body was torn apart and fell weakly.
Suddenly, on that ruined face, the惨绿 pupils suddenly opened, and he recited a咒语 in a hoarse and low voice. The falling
Severed hands and feet came alive, but instead of reassembling, they turned into trails of black smoke and crashed into the bodies of the Palace Mistress, Little Round, Gang Leader Duan, and Zhang Yuanqing.
The four of them froze, black smoke rising, revealing fangs and claws, and the blood color of their skin faded, turning into the死者's pale white.
Their bodies were transforming towards Yin objects.
Zhang Yuanqing immediately opened the flat day and gradually消磨 the Yin cold aura in his body. Looking at Little Round and others again, they could only resist with willpower and spiritual power. Without effective means to restrain the Yin aura, they发出陣陣 from their throats.
Gang Leader Duan, who had regained the ability to speak, said anxiously, "What the national preceptor said just now, is it true! Tuoba Guanghe is leading his troops to the capital. Has Linxia fallen?"
"It's true!" Zhang Yuanqing gave a positive reply in a solemn tone, "But it shouldn't be that the state of Linxia has fallen, but Tuoba Guanghe has divided his troops for a surprise attack."
Gang Leader Duan sighed, "There's another fierce battle!"
Little Round and the Palace Mistress frowned, their faces gloomy and their eyes worried. "They just had a fierce battle with the national preceptor and their vitality has been greatly damaged. Yuan Shi's bottom-of-the-box props have entered the cooldown state. How can they fight against the ninth-level Tuoba Guanghe? He is an existence even stronger than the national preceptor."
Zhang Yuanqing was silent for a few seconds, then sighed, "With Yang Ce's cleverness, he should have discovered their plan and will try to delay time for us." Before he finished speaking, the four of them simultaneously turned their heads and looked into the distance north.
A powerful aura was surging towards the capital, and at the same time, the drums were beating and the horns were blowing at the north gate.