After practicing to the Pure Yang Wuji, I found that it was a strange world

Chapter 52: Fuhu Temple

There was heavy snow and wind.

The strong energy transformed from the wind swirled around He Qing.

Everyone around looked at He Qing in horror.

They witnessed a condor transforming into a human.

So is this person a human or a monster?

It is said that the demon kings in the transformation stage are at least at the level of Jindan Zhenren.

If it really is a demon king of this level, Guangli Temple will be doomed to fail today.

"I am a human being, and I really am a human being."

He Qing said helplessly as he looked at the huge crowd of people fleeing.

The abbot of Guangli Temple, who was wearing a cassock, was still staring at He Qing with a fierce look, his whole body almost tense.

"You say you are a human, but I say you are a monster." a monk shouted.

He Qing glared over immediately, and the monk was startled and quickly shut his mouth.

"That's right, sir. If you really are a human, then leave. After all, we really can't tell them apart."

"Well, I'll just ask a few questions first, and then I'll leave."

There was no other choice, He Qing could only do this.

This served as a reminder to him that he would have to meet in person in the future, otherwise misunderstandings would inevitably arise.

"Excuse me."

Seeing He Qing's polite attitude, the old monk actually believed it a lot.

Although some monsters were treacherous, he could not gamble with the lives of these people.

"Are there any existing resistance forces in Guangyuan Prefecture now? What are the movements of the Black Flag Army?"

He Qing tried to ask.

He had to first contact the largest force in Guangyuan Prefecture and unite them before he could do anything.

The old monk then said, "I'm not sure about places further away, but here, Jiangbei County has not fallen yet, and there is still a Fuhu Temple, but it looks like it won't be able to resist for long."

"I don't know much about the Black Flag Army. I haven't had the chance to learn that much."

He Qing nodded after hearing this.

"What is the strength of Jiangbei County? What about Fuhu Temple?"

"There is a troop in Jiangbei County that is still resisting tenaciously, with about a thousand people. There is a Jindan Zhenren in Fuhu Temple, but he is old and most of his power has dissipated."

"It is precisely because of this Master Fu Hu that the army has not been able to attack the border. However, under the overwhelming power of King Tuo Chui, I don't know how long Master Fu Hu can hold on." The old monk continued.

"Okay, I understand." He Qing nodded.

He then looked at the large number of people crowded into the mountain.

There is no need to think too much, there must be a food shortage here.

However, after leaving Lishan, He Qing no longer had the ability to create a sea of ​​trees with a wave of his hand.

The mountain god's power can still be used, of course, but once outside the mountain, its power is reduced by more than ten times.

Compared to things like the Mountain God Seal, if He Qing wants to quickly improve his strength, he still has to rely on weirdness.

Every weirdness can bring about a qualitative improvement in his strength.

So He Qing had no choice but to throw out all the food stored in Wuji Cave.

"Here you go."

By the way, He Qing also threw away some sweet potato seeds.

I saw the sweet potato seeds fall to the ground, and in an instant they blossomed and bore fruit, with vines clinging to the walls.

The old monk and other monks watched this scene and were immediately grateful.

The originally tense atmosphere suddenly relaxed and calmed down.

They looked at this miraculous scene and couldn't help but marvel at it.

"Thank you, thank you." The old monk thanked repeatedly.

He Qing waved his hand and was about to leave.

"Won't you stay a while?" the old monk said.

He Qing turned his head and looked at him.

"I'm a demon king in the transformation stage, I'm busy, why should I leave?"

After that, He Qing transformed into a divine eagle and disappeared again in the snowstorm, leaving everyone staring at each other in confusion, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

"What kind of magical power is this that can transform into a divine eagle?" asked a monk.

The old monk was silent for a moment, he really didn't know, then he said coldly: "Why do you care so much, you can't learn such a great magical power."

In a heavily guarded military camp, there were countless soldiers, wearing black armor and wolf-head iron helmets, all of them were solemn and dignified.

A gray wolf flag was planted above the military camp. The flag fluttered in the wind and snow, and there was even a faint sound of a wolf howling.

At this time, a wolf with gray and white fur came running in the snow.

The wolf held a letter in its mouth.

It slowly came to the main tent.

"Sir, there is an urgent message from the scouts ahead." Canglang actually spoke in human language.

This is a wolf demon.

Inside the tent, a young man in white brocade clothes was taking a nap.

Hearing the sound, Shangguan Xiang opened his eyes.

Shangguan Xiang was not handsome, and could be said to be extremely mediocre, but he had an inexplicable temperament.

A kind of confidence that no one else can do it but me.

"Bring it here."

A personal guard took the letter from Canglang's mouth and handed it over respectfully.

Shangguan Xiang opened the letter and immediately frowned.

"It seems that everyone who has been to Lishan has had an accident recently. It seems that a remarkable person has appeared there."

Lishan Qingping County was originally Shangguan Xiang’s next target.

Naturally, Shangguan Xiang did not take Qingping County seriously; it was just a small goal.

But this small goal now seems to be a tough nut to crack.

Shangguan Xiang narrowed his eyes.

"Go, drive all those who are fleeing to Qingping County, and then select fifty people to disguise themselves as refugees."

"Yes, my lord."

Just below, an old man with a sheep beard smiled when he heard this.

"Young Master, you really have a good plan. There are hundreds of thousands of refugees in Guangyuan Prefecture now. If these refugees are squeezed into a small county town, they will be bankrupted just by food, let alone the rest."

"What will happen if there is no food? Naturally, there will be chaos. If this happens, we can incite others with internal support."

Shangguan Xiang glanced at the man, his face calm, and said nothing.

"However, young master, I promised to give the city god and land god of Cangyuan Dao the throne."

"Tell them to give it to them within three days."

"Yes Yes Yes."

Then, Shangguan Xiang actually took out a book.

He actually started studying on the spot, and didn't seem to take the war seriously.

He Qing was flying and circling in the sky.

To be honest, after being a human for a long time, being an eagle is quite interesting.

At least this feeling of flying in the sky was something he had never experienced before.

He Qing was galloping in the sky. He had looked at the map of Guangyuan Prefecture before he came.

With the guidance of the old monk, He Qing also knew clearly where he was going.

Let’s go to Fuhu Temple first, after all, there is a Jindan Zhenren.

Fuhu Temple is located in the Hushan Mountain, which is a paradise for tigers and leopards, and contains countless ferocious beasts.

While flying, He Qing suddenly discovered something unusual.

"Hmm? A weird one?"

I saw a swamp on the ground. The swamp was filled with miasma and no living creatures could survive.

But there was actually a mass of mud that took shape and was moving back and forth in the swamp like a small hill.

He Qing had been flying in Guangyuan Prefecture for three days, and this was the first time he had encountered something strange of this level.

"Weaker than the Soul-Killing General and the Eastern Divine Eagle."

(End of this chapter)