Zhu Tian: Starting from the World of Zongwu

"You should know why I came to Qingzhou, right?"

"I can roughly guess it."

Yao Yue smiled and said, "Killing people and refining the spirit?"

Song Xuan hummed, "Next I'm going to face a sea of ​​blood and corpses. Are you sure you want to follow me?"

"Sure!"

Yao Yue smiled and put her arm around his, "I'll kill people with you!"

Song Xuan pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

Qingzhou is too big and there are countless Tartar soldiers, so there is no need to worry about her coming to steal people's heads.

"Ha~ Husband is so nice!"

Yao Yue at this moment no longer had the aloofness she had when she first arrived. Her delicate face rested on Song Xuan's shoulder, "My husband, what do you think of the Blood-Illuminating Painting I brought with me?

When you said you wanted to be a sword immortal, I've been eyeing the Bixue Zhao Danqing from Yihua Palace. When I become the Palace Master of Yihua Palace, I'll give it to you, okay?"

Song Xuan rolled his eyes at her and asked, "Are you really not afraid that your master will beat you to death?"

"She doesn't have much time left." Speaking of her master, Yao Yue's voice was unusually low. "If she fails to break through to the Grandmaster level during her retreat this time, she'll basically have to prepare for her death."

After she finished speaking, she frowned and looked outside the yard.

Bang!

The gate of the farmhouse was kicked open again, and outside, a group of men and women, about a hundred people, filed in.

"Listen up, everyone inside! Hand over the people from the Shenlong Sect quickly, otherwise..."

Before he could finish his words, Yao Yue raised her hand and flicked the young man's head, which exploded.

This sudden scene was truly horrifying. Many people who were about to enter the yard stopped and subconsciously retreated.

Yao Yue's face was cold and murderous intent was emerging from her body.

She finally met Song Xuan, and it was the sweetest moment since their meeting, but she was disturbed by a group of uninvited guests. How could she not be angry?

In front of Song Xuan, she is an obedient and sensible little wife, but to outsiders, she has always been the ruthless Young Palace Master of Yihua Palace!

"I'll go take care of them."

Yao Yue was about to stand up when Song Xuan held her shoulders down and asked, "How come you are more murderous than me?"

As he said this, he stood up, took a step out, walked into the yard, and looked at everyone with a faint smile on his face.

"Are you all from the Shenlong Cult?"

A young man in a yellow shirt stepped out from the crowd and looked Song Xuan up and down. "Did you just kill one of our people?"

The young man had delicate features, and even had powder on his face, red lips and white teeth. He looked very much like the popular young actor before Song Xuan traveled through time.

"So what?"

"It would be easy if you killed him!"

The young man shouted coldly, "Do it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen young men and women rushed out from the crowd, each with a fanatical look on their face, shouting slogans such as "May the leader be mighty, protect our followers, and make us invincible in battle and unstoppable in attack", and rushed forward with swords in hand.

As these people took action, the large number of followers in the back, who were originally a little afraid, also shouted loudly: "Master Hong will never grow old. He will protect our followers and will be invincible!"

As the slogans were shouted, these people rushed towards Song Xuan like crazy without any fear, fearlessly and without hesitation.

"No!"

In a certain room, the tall and thin old man from the Dragon Sect who was tied up became very anxious when he saw this scene and spoke hurriedly.

But unfortunately, no one from the Dragon Sect had gone mad enough to pay any attention to him.

Song Xuan shook his head.

He is a reasonable man. Generally speaking, he would not kill people for no reason.

The main purpose of his trip was to kill the traitorous Qing soldiers, and ordinary people in the underworld were not on his killing list.

But when he saw these cult members at this moment, he suddenly lost the desire to convince them with reason.

As his sleeves rolled up, the sound of metal cracking was heard. The dozen or so young men and women who had surrounded and attacked first were thrown back with blood and flesh flying everywhere, crashing into the crowd behind, causing a series of screams and wails.

As soon as Song Xuan moved, the members of the Dragon Sect felt a gust of wind blowing past. Before they could react, they were knocked to the ground by an irresistible force. In the blink of an eye, no one among the hundreds of people was left standing.

"what!"

"Master, help!"

Screams came one after another. There were three people among them. Song Xuan did not kill them, but even so, there was endless panic in the eyes of these three people. Their emotions were almost collapsed and they kept shouting for help.

"You're still afraid, so it seems you're not hopeless."

Yao Yue walked over, glanced at the corpses scattered all over the floor, and said with a hint of teasing, "My husband said I have a murderous nature, but you are not much better than me, right?"

Song Xuan was helpless. "These guys just started fighting right away. They're not reasonable people. You know, I hate unreasonable people the most!"

He turned his gaze and landed on the few surviving members of the Shenlong Cult. "You guys, everyone else is charging forward, but you're retreating. Your faith isn't strong enough!"

As he spoke, he sneered, "Alright, stop yelling. I was very measured in my attack. These are just some flesh wounds, not life-threatening."

After he said this, the men got up from the ground with a wry smile and then knelt on the ground, "Thank you, young man, for showing mercy."

A short, fat old man pointed at the dead believers and said, "Our leader favors these young men and women. We are nominally elders in the church, but in reality, our status is not as high as these young people.

If he hadn't been controlled by the leader with a poison pill, who would be willing to work for such a person?"

Song Xuan looked at the short and fat old man, then glanced at the tall and thin old man who was tied up in the distance, and said with a smile: "Fat and thin monk?"

"Have you heard of us, young man?" The short and fat old man looked very excited.

The young man in front of him had ridiculously high martial arts skills. To put it bluntly, their leader was just a small character who could be killed with just one finger in front of him.

He felt flattered that such a big shot actually knew their names.

Song Xuan looked at the middle-aged woman kneeling on the ground, "So you are Mao Dongzhu?"

The woman was startled and lowered her body even more. "My name is Mao Dongzhu."

"You didn't go to the Qing court to pretend to be the Empress Dowager?"

"Ah?" Mao Dongzhu was stunned.

Disguised as the Queen Mother?

Is there an empress dowager in the Qing Dynasty today?

Seeing his puzzled look, Song Xuan smiled. He was confused. Huang Taiji was not dead yet, so where did the empress dowager come from?

"Your leader Hong Antong is not here?"

The fat and thin monks were not surprised that Song Xuan knew the name of the leader. The fat monk hurriedly said respectfully, "Young man, the leader is cultivating on Shenlong Island and has not left the island."

Song Xuan continued to ask: "Tell me, what is your purpose in coming out of Shenlong Island?"

Fat Monk did not dare to hide it, "The leader heard that recently a killer named Song Xuan appeared in Guangdong Prefecture, specializing in killing Qing soldiers.

The leader ordered us to leave the island just to contact this person and try to make friends with him. It would be best if we could persuade him to join the cult.

If that doesn't work, use the poison pill to control it!"

Chapter 199 Yao Yue: No one will be safe in the next few days

Song Xuan was a little surprised when he heard what Fat Monk said.

Are all the people in Qingzhou so brave?

In the past half month, at least 50,000 to 60,000 Qing soldiers died at his hands. A normal person would have been too busy to hide away, but how could Hong Antong dare to take the initiative to provoke him, Song Xuan?

The dragon vein of Qingzhou has been cut off. Could it be that even people's IQ has been affected?

But when he thought about Hong Antong, Song Xuan felt that whatever this idiot did was understandable.

In the plot of The Deer and the Cauldron, Hong Antong allowed Mao Dongzhu to sneak into the Qing court and pretend to be the empress dowager for more than ten years without being discovered. This can be said to be a perfect start.

If Hong Antong had a normal mind, he would have directly asked Mao Dongzhu to give a Leopard Embryo Yijin Pill to each of the young Qing emperor and a group of princes and ministers. Wouldn't the entire Qing court be controlled by the Shenlong Cult?

As a result, the idiot Hong Antong didn't think about it at all, but ordered Mao Dongzhu to use the power of the Queen Mother to keep busy looking for the Forty-two Chapter Sutra.

With such intelligence, he still wanted to seize the world. Song Xuan was very impressed.

"Husband, how about we go to Shenlong Island?"

Yao Yue's eyes were filled with frost, and her murderous intent was not concealed at all.

She couldn't bear to sleep with her own man, but that idiot leader actually wanted to control him with a poison pill!

If I don't torture this man to death, I won't be able to vent my hatred!

"Not in a hurry!"

Song Xuan waved his hand and looked at the three people kneeling on the ground, his voice carrying a huge sense of oppression.

"Want to die or live?"

......

In Guangdong Prefecture, the Qing army camp outside the city was said to have gathered at least 50,000 elite soldiers.

In addition, there are hundreds of cannons and tens of thousands of musketeers in the military camp. In order to deal with the killing god Song Xuan, a large number of bows and crossbows were mobilized.

Even more than ten large crossbows were mobilized to break the protective true qi.

The giant crossbow that needs to be pulled by a vehicle has arrows as big as rafters on a roof beam. Its penetrating power is several times stronger than that of artillery. It was used specifically for sieges in the past.

But ever since Che Nu once shot a crossbow arrow that broke through the protective true qi of an innate warrior and pierced his body, the army regarded it as a treasure and used it as a powerful weapon to deal with warriors.

According to the Qing army's analysis, with such a large number of troops and powerful firepower, even a martial arts master would not dare to storm such a large military camp head-on.

In A-Tai's opinion, no matter how strong Song Xuan was, he was at most a top-level Xiantian warrior. How could he be compared to a martial arts master? If he dared to show up, he would surely die!

One day, in the middle of the night, after inspecting the military camp’s defense, A Tai had just taken off his armor and was about to rest when suddenly, a huge drum sound was heard outside the camp.

"Are there enemy forces invading?"

A'tai was shocked. Was Song Xuan, the Xuanyi Guard of the Great Zhou Dynasty, really so bold that he dared to break into a military camp with tens of thousands of people alone?

"Send the message! Assemble the troops!"

While A Tai was putting on his armor with the help of his guards, he was giving orders to the messenger.

"Also, order the archers to form their formation as quickly as possible, and bring out those dozen or so crossbow carts in the camp!"

"besides......"

Orders were passed down one after another, and in less than half an hour, the army was ready. Various military formations were arranged, stretching for more than ten miles, which was extremely spectacular.

Outside the military camp, the sound of war drums continued to ring, but there was no sign of enemy attack.

"Report to the general!"

The scouts sent out earlier returned on horseback, reporting the situation.

After hearing this, A-Tai chuckled and said, "You mean, there's no army outside the barracks, just a few jianghu people beating drums and hammers?"

"That's right!" the scout replied. "A few of our brothers rushed forward, but were killed with a single blow from one of the short, fat fellows. He's a very skilled martial artist!"

"Got it!" A-Tai sneered, "Playing the game of tiring out the troops, huh?"

"Tell me your orders. Order the people from Ghost Villa under the Imperial Master to take action. Provide them with good food and drink. Now it's time to get to work!"

The Imperial Master Mu Dao Ren was the most trusted person of the Qing Emperor. If he had not stayed in the capital and killed countless assassins, Huang Taiji would have died at the hands of the Xuanyi Guards and people from the underworld before he could even sit on the throne.

Ghost Villa is a privileged organization established by Mu Dao Ren based on the Xuanyi Guard of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

This organization gathered desperate criminals from all over the world, and also gathered many martial arts masters, specifically to deal with those people in the martial arts world who refused to submit to the Qing court.

......

On a hillside outside the Qing army camp, the fat and thin monks, Mao Dongzhu and more than ten people from the Shenlong Sect were beating drums and blowing horns with all their might.

Yao Yue sat aside, drinking tea leisurely, not paying any attention to the Qing army camp that stretched for more than ten miles in the distance.

At this moment, an old man with white hair hanging down to his chest and an ugly face rushed towards them at an extremely fast speed from the bottom of the hill.

When he was more than ten feet away from Yao Yue and the others, the old man let out a fierce roar and suddenly jumped up like an old ape. With a whoosh, his innate true energy flashed with a dark blue luster, and he slapped out with a palm with tremendous force.