The Dutian Lingguan Road that started from the Taoist soldiers

Chapter 170: Nightmare Tribe Wuman
After scolding several disciples, the old priest stood alone on the city wall, seemingly thinking about something!
"It's really embarrassing, but don't worry, I will help you deal with the seventh prince of the Barbarian Tribe and his escorts. They will never appear in this world again."

"As long as it doesn't get out, it won't be a joke, right?"

A three-inch doll emerged from the shadows behind the old priest.

Just opening his mouth made the old priest Sanshishen so furious that he almost died of anger.

"Wu Ling Shen!"

"Are you trying to provoke a bloody battle between my Nightmare Vein and Beast Vein? What exactly do you want to do?"

The old priest had a ferocious look on his face, and he really wanted to fight with this spirit puppet.

But the puppet was indifferent and said meaninglessly:
"I just want to tell you that you shouldn't be so timid all the time. The seventh prince of the beastly tribe insulted your nightmare vein like this, and you couldn't bear it. I helped you."

"What's a little devil to start a bloody battle? If I catch the Beast King and let you kill him personally, that would be called a bloody battle between two veins!"

The old priest didn't know what to say when seeing the dead pig being unafraid of boiling water, and he felt even more sad.

How majestic his Mu Yan City was in the past. All the cultivators in his clan were proficient in the art of nightmare suppression, from the mountains and swamps to the various sects on the back, and then to the roads in various counties in Jiaozhou.

Anyone who comes to the Yanzhen lineage must call the old priest "the master" to drive away evil spirits and ward off disasters.

How did it become what it is now?
How could I be played around by a witch spirit?

"I'm warning you, Wulingshen!"

"You'd better stop interfering in the affairs of my clan. Otherwise, I will teach you a lesson even if I have to give up everything else."

The old priest lowered his voice and warned the three-inch puppet in the shadow.

Seeing that the old Taoist was about to lose his temper, the puppet had no choice but to give him some face and accepted his threat. However, the puppet's mouth twisted a little, and it was obvious that it was not convinced.

After the old priest had taught him a lesson and his anger had subsided, the puppet spoke again leisurely.

"You old Taoist priest, you don't have many people under your command, and you don't have many spiritual places, but you always think that others will miss your wild tribe?"

"Did you know..."

The two were still arguing when the sound of armor and weapons clashing came from the city wall. The Nightmare Guards, all wearing wooden armor with strange patterns, came forward with a girl in a gorgeous dress.

The girl had a slender figure and was dressed in a black gauze dotted with all kinds of glittering ornaments. A silver bell swayed gently on her jade wrist, which was captivating. It turned out to be a top-grade robe.

"Qing'er meets Grandpa Priest!"

It is hard to believe that she is the cowardly girl kneeling in the mourning hall that day. Now, she has been personally certified by the old priest and will be the future king of the Nightmare Tribe.

How could a 28-year-old girl hide her feelings? When she saw the old priest standing up for her, she smiled and showed respect from the bottom of her heart.

However, when he caught a glimpse of the three-inch dolls standing with their hands behind their backs in front of and behind the old priest, his face immediately changed and he felt a chill running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

That is, the evil spirit!
"You all, go down."

The old priest waved his hand to dismiss the guards and asked them to stand on the city wall. Then he turned around and looked at Tan Qing'er. Seeing that she was afraid but not panicked, he praised her in his heart.

"Look how scared you are. I said I am not an evil spirit!"

"It's just a finger that represents the shape and the dignity of the staff."

The six or seven three-inch dolls couldn't help but roll their eyes and spoke at the same time.

"Old Taoist priest, the matter in the north is over for now. The Beast King has been tied up, and the Gu King and Ghost King have been beaten so badly that they barely escaped. Now they are less than half a day away from the Thousand Mile Marsh."

"How have you thought about it?"

The Wuling God did not shy away and questioned the quasi-king priest of the Nightmare Tribe in front of them.

The Beast King was tied up? The Gu King and the Ghost King were beaten so hard that they barely escaped?

How is this possible?
However, if the person came from the north, it seems very reasonable.

The old priest frowned, but found it difficult to make a decision.

"The Dao Court is very powerful, so powerful that all nine Wuman lines must bow down to it, but the barbarian kings are too close to my Nightmare City."

The Taoist Court is high above, and ordinary people dare not look directly at it, but the barbarian tribes are standing beside them. If one of them is not explained well, they will really take action.

Daoting is very strong, but the barbarians are too close!

"so what?"

"Without the help from the north, you don't think the Nightmare Barbarians will still exist, old Taoist."

"It's just a holy temple that your Nightmare Tribe has no use for. If you are willing to pay for it, I can still make a deal for you and let your little girl become a disciple of the True Lord, so that you can find a backer."

"If you don't want to, then Jiuzhou will play a game with the barbarians, and the battlefield is your ten thousand miles of land. When the time comes, you will see whether the three old barbarians are willing to protect you? Do they dare to protect you?"

"I won't lie to you. Some of the old barbarian kings in the Barbarian Tribe may have their eyes on the inheritance of the Great Barbarian King that may or may not exist in the Barbarian Palace, but the one in Yujing is determined to get the Nightmare Witch Temple."

“Even if it comes to the end, and that old guy took the risk to pacify this vast wilderness, stepping on the corpses of those barbarian kings, we must get it!”

"You still have half a day to prepare." "Teach this little quail well. We will meet again in the evening."

The seven puppets left an ultimatum and instantly disappeared into the shadows, leaving behind only Tan Qing'er who was listening anxiously and the gloomy old priest.

The two were silent for a long time.

The old priest finally sighed and took out a torn ancient parchment book and a pair of naked puppets from his sleeve.

"It's alright. At least I will take care of this matter for you before I'm buried."

"Today, I will teach you the first of the seven methods of nightmare suppression: the Oddity Curse!"

"You just need to master the twenty-eight techniques of Nightmare Victory, practice diligently and use them with caution, and support the future of the tribe..."

The old priest of the Nightmare Tribe could not bear to leave the tribe that gave birth to and raised him.

Until this point.

Six Qiongming magicians went deep into the mountains of the southern region many days ago, hiding among the various tribes and finding out the situation of the various barbarian tribes.

After receiving the message, he rode non-stop straight to the vast lake a thousand miles away in the southeast.

"Does that person want to... directly seize the Nightmare Barbarian tribe?"

"Maybe, this is a bit risky!"

"Is there any method that is not dangerous? In the final analysis, isn't it all about seeing who has the higher level of skill in a fight?"

"..."

After understanding the current strength of the Barbarian Tribe, several Jindan mages still had a hint of worry on their faces.

Today, the nine tribes of the Barbarians are spread across the mountains. If a war really breaks out, the odds of winning or losing would be unimaginable.

However, the cultivators were not discouraged. The six golden elixirs had fled to the southeast, so they had to take them back even if they had to forcefully...

The one who also received the message was the Shaying Changjun.

A river of blood flowed in the clouds, flying from west to east at a rapid speed, and even passed through the edges of the territories of several Wuman tribes such as Xiangman and Yanman.

Thanks to Yin Erlang's calling his children and grandchildren among the mountains and valleys, he summoned his evil son from Heshan Dao and rebuilt the mountain gate.

This took a lot of time, and the Blood God Son and his companions only captured a few barbarian sorcerers and tortured them to extract some useless information.

"Yin Erlang, you have been tossing and turning in these mountains for so long. The master ordered you to explore the way into the barbarian tribe, but what did you do? You have wasted a lot of precious time."

"See how you explain yourself in front of the master!"

A human face emerged from the blood river, looking coldly down at the evil Taoist who was walking on the blood river.

But Yin Erlang had an evil smile on his face and was not angry. After Blood God finished scolding him, he sighed and spoke:
"When it comes to fighting, you two brothers may be better at it, but when it comes to observing people's expressions and guessing people's hearts, you are far inferior to me, Old Yin."

"I heard that Qiong Ming is going to establish a branch family. The Wang family master who asked the master to do it is obviously the one who will split the family. If the family is really split, he is only one soul, and there are no talented successors in that branch. I am afraid that it will be difficult to support it alone, and it may not even be able to support the third rank family."

"I entered the Southern Region and collected the Heshan Dao's treasure - the Yellow Spring Inkstone. I also took five third-level Yin Spiritual Dragons to build the Five Dragon Chariot for the master, and I accepted all the disciples of the Heshan lineage."

"Why? All the benefits from this will belong to our Wu family!"

"The Five Dragon Chariot is the vehicle that my master was born on, so as to live up to his heroic spirit. The evil sect of Heshan should be our vanguard, so that we can wash away their sins."

"My two brothers, you still have to learn well. This immortal family is not like our side sects and evil sects. There are many calculations inside and outside..."

People like Yin Erlang, who came from a side sect, were very observant of Wu Yong's words and expressions. When he saw that Wu Yong's mind was not on the holy temple, he naturally knew what to do to gain credit in front of Wu Yong.

If I go to great lengths to uncover the secrets of the Nightmare Barbarians, will that really impress the master? Maybe not.

But this Five-Dragon Chariot, this ancient treasure Yellow Spring Inkstone of semi-spiritual treasure level, and the hundreds of foreign soldiers and horses in these mountains are the real benefits that the Wu family has obtained, and are the hard work and achievements that can make their master look up to them!

After a while of thinking, the Blood God Son and the other man were so choked that they didn't know what to say for a long time, but the bloody human face finally stopped bothering Yin Erlang and slowly disappeared.

"It better be this way!"

The blood river in the clouds swept towards the southeast again. The vast breath of the blood sea swept through the suburbs of the barbarian city, but it still aroused a lot of curses.

In the distant Xiangman city, several leading priests flew out of the city and shouted at the bloody light:
"Which evil sect are you from? How dare you openly intrude into Grandpa's territory?"

"Are you seeking death?"

"..."

But the blood-red light swept across the sky and passed through the clouds suddenly. The barbarians had no time to react, and they could not stop it, nor did they want to stop it.

These evil Jindan poor people in the mountains are all bad, and if he is really involved with them, it will be a headache for him, even though he has a family and a business!

But it seems to be going southeast, southeast?
The king of the Xiangman tribe felt a little nervous, how could he not know what happened to the Yanman tribe in the southeast? The three tribes of Ghosts, Gu and Beasts were all eyeing the southeast. It was also unknown whether the Yue people in the north had sheltered the rebellious boy from the Yan tribe and obtained the ancestral weapon of the Yan tribe.

His and other small tribes could not afford to have such thoughts, and could only feel the grief of the rabbit's death.

Alas, what a troubled time!
(End of this chapter)