闪乐

The national teacher Jie Jie laughed strangely, licked his teeth, and sucked the blood cells into his stomach.

"Chirp."

A bird flew over the Lenggong, and when it saw the blood curse, it croaked in fright.

"snort."

The national teacher's eyes were sharp, and the spiritual light in his right hand flickered, and his spiritual power turned into a giant palm and stretched out into the air. With **** squeezed, the bird's fragile body burst open, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

*

"Using blood sacrifices, taking the flesh and blood of babies to practice sorcery, destroying humanity and conscience."

"It's a pity that we brothers can only hook the souls of dead people, but not the living souls of living people. Otherwise, this ghost messenger really wants to do a good deed, hook his soul away, and get rid of a scourge for the world."

"Sooner or later, he will fall into the hands of our two brothers. At that time, he will be thrown into the 18th floor of hell. Let him taste the bite of evil spirits and burn with flames."

"After burning it, throw it into the beast's way, let him reincarnate as a mouse in the next life, and be stared at and disgusted by the world."

"That's right, just doing it like this, killed hundreds of babies in half a year, and we brothers are so tired that we can't run around him lightly."

Under the dark night, two erratic figures, one black and one white, gradually approached the cold palace.

The national teacher was shocked by the change in the void, and subconsciously glanced in the direction where the two ghosts floated, his eyes flickering.

After a while, he stood up from the ground, glanced at the baby who had turned into a mummy, and disappeared on the spot in a flash.

A pitch-black soul-locking snake, circling around the blood curse formation, hooking out the souls of all the babies.

Black and white impermanence came and went in a hurry, dragging a long string of souls back to the ghost world, and disappeared in the void.

Not long after the two ghosts left, the national teacher reappeared in the cold palace, threw out the fire talisman, set all the corpses of the babies on fire, and burned the corpses to wipe out all traces.

*

Lin Qingluo, dressed in black and armor, with long hair like ink, led 50,000 light cavalry to gallop across the endless plain.

The distance of a hundred miles can be reached in two days.

In the evening, over a low hill, the Jiankang City Tower is in sight.

"Master, there are only 20,000 troops stationed in Jiankang City. Let's break through the city gate and rush in to capture the Northern Qi monarch alive."

The little kingfisher was very excited on the eve of the battle, gliding at the front of the 50,000 light cavalry at low altitude to guide the owner.

"The army has been on the road all night, and the people are tired and horses are exhausted, so they need to rest."

Lin Qingluo was preoccupied, and immediately ordered the army to stop advancing and take a short rest.

"Yin'er will go around the city first to find out the way for the master."

The little kingfisher couldn't sit still, fluttering its small wings, hovering above its master's head.

"Check the whereabouts of the national teacher."

Lin Qingluo was thoughtful and thoughtful. On the eve of the battle, her mind was exceptionally clear.

"Good."

After receiving the clear instructions, the little kingfisher immediately regained his energy and flew away like a flash of lightning.

*

"Cuckoo."

A carrier pigeon flew out of Jiankang City and circled above the army.

One of Ji Liuyun's accompanying guards blew a loud whistle to call for the pigeons.

"Cuckoo."

The homing pigeon heard the order, followed the sound, and landed on the guard's wrist.

The guard took out the letterhead from the bamboo tube at the pigeon's right foot and handed it to Ji Liuyun.

Ji Liuyun looked at the ten lines at a glance, with joy in his eyes, rolled up the letter, rode forward, and came to Lin Qingluo's side.

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