Zhou Zhao thought about it and realized that it was indeed possible. The so-called small group of Mongolian soldiers might have already been split up. A portion of them stayed here, while another portion might have gone to other places to farm grass.
"Damn it!"
Zhou Zhao's heart was still filled with anger, so he would wait here for a few hours and naturally see the result.
As evening approached, a group of dozens of muscular Mongolian soldiers dressed in armor rode over on their warhorses. They were as fast as lightning, and everyone's faces were filled with joy. It was obvious that they had gained a lot from the Grass Valley this time and were satisfied.
? However, when they approached the village, the Mongolian soldiers began to realize that something was wrong. It was too quiet. How could this be?
According to their usual habits, their companions should be raising the bonfire and killing the weak Song people. The noise could be heard from a mile away. Why was it so quiet today?
"Chief of Ten Families, look!"
The soldier in the lead had a drastic change in expression as he hurriedly pointed to the side of the village.
The Mongolian cavaliers sucked in a breath of cold air. Their comrades who had separated in the morning had long been beheaded. They were piled up together and had been built into a small capital temple.
Jingguan was a high tomb built in ancient times to show off martial arts, gather enemy corpses, and seal them up.
The centurion leading the group was standing at the top of the grave that was made of hundreds of human heads, his eyes wide open. This discovery instantly silenced the Mongolian soldiers in the surroundings. As evening approached, the setting sun was like blood, and the red glow was bright red. It was very dazzling.
However, the Mongolian soldiers felt a chill in their hearts.
"You guys are finally here!"
It was only then that the Mongolian soldiers realized that not far from Jing Guan, there was an ancient mulberry tree that was as tall as a canopy. A handsome man in white clothes and a silver crown was sitting cross-legged. In his left hand was a long sword that had yet to be unsheathed!
"Who are you?"
The Decurion had a curly beard, and his armor clanged loudly. His rough and powerful hand touched the hilt of his sword at his waist.
"The person who will send you to hell!"
Zhou Zhao's expression was calm as he slowly got up, as if he was taking a leisurely stroll in the courtyard.
This provocation immediately angered the Mongolian soldiers on the opposite side. One of them shouted angrily and rode over. The scimitar at his waist was like the moon, cold and awe-inspiring. The scimitar slashed towards Zhou Zhao's neck. The charging force of the horse, coupled with the sharpness of the scimitar, would cut off the enemy's head without any hindrance.
However, the Mongolian cavalryman had miscalculated this time. Suddenly, a sonorous sound rang out in his ears. The warhorse continued to gallop, and the head of the soldier on it flew into the sky with a bang. Blood spurted out from his neck, and the headless corpse grabbed the reins and rode on.
The white-robed man walked slowly, his face expressionless. The centurion on top of the hundred heads stared angrily, his bloody pupils seemingly watching what was happening in front of him.
A cold breeze blew over. The Mongolian cavaliers present felt their hair stand on end and their hearts tremble.?
"Kill them!"
Zhou Zhao suddenly let out a long howl. His body spun like a wild python, yet he was as agile as a civet cat. With a clang, his longsword was unsheathed, suffused with a sharp cold light. This time, the group of Mongolian soldiers could finally see what Zhou Zhao's sword looked like.
The blade of the sword emitted a cold metallic light. The silver light was like a waterfall. Even if it was not sheathed, it was still extremely fast. Zhou Zhao seemed to be dragging a silver light with his hand as he charged towards the enemy. He was as fast as lightning, as if he had entered a place where no one was present. Not long after, all the Mongolian soldiers were dead!
Ding!
[Random Quest Completed: Kill a small group of Yuan Dynasty soldiers.]
[Reward: One Red Phoenix Smoke, one Night-Luminescent Pearl, first three levels of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art.]
"Receive your reward!"
Seeing the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art on the reward, Zhou Zhao's interest was immediately piqued.
The Dragon Elephant Prajna Art was an extremely famous divine art in the original work. It was rumored that it was recorded in the Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra. It was the supreme divine art of protection in Tantra and was divided into thirteen levels.
However, the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art was extremely difficult to cultivate. In the original work, the highest achiever was the Jinlun Guoshi. It was rumored that he was a genius and had cultivated to the tenth level. As for the thirteenth level, there was no record of anyone cultivating it since ancient times.
But even so, Jinlun Guoshi's palm power was extremely fierce. It had the strength of ten dragons and ten elephants. Every move weighed a thousand pounds. It was extremely powerful and could compete with the Five Uniques.
Ding!
The reward has been distributed to the backpack. Please accept it!
Zhou Zhao was still a little interested in the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art, so he immediately took out the secret manual to study it. He immediately felt the secret manual in front of him turn into a rainbow light and enter his muscles and meridians, rapidly improving his physique.
A warm current that was different from the Yellow Emperor Internal Cultivation Technique circulated through his muscles and bones. Zhou Zhao could feel his strength increasing crazily. The muscles all over his body showed a perfect and smooth state, containing terrifying strength.
Player information:
Zhou Zhao
[Age: 20]
[Sect: Quan Zhen Sect]
Internal Strength: Yellow Emperor Internal Cultivation Technique 3.1%, Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique Level 3, Nine Yin Scripture Tendon Changing Bone Forging Chapter, Heart-Destroying Palm, Nine Yin Divine Claws, White Python Whip, Snake Flipping Technique, Bewitching Grand Art, Intermediate Stage of Sword Drawing Technique, Quanzhen Heart Technique, Golden Goose Technique, Quanzhen Long Fist, Quanzhen Sword Technique, Tri-Flower Palm.
[Level: Second-rate Expert]
[Items: 10,500 taels of silver, Night-Luminescent Pearls, two Fine Steel Swords, Thousand-Changing Mask, and three Red Phoenix Smoke.]
Zhou Zhao closed his eyes and focused. He clenched his hands tightly and felt that his body had endless energy. The cells in his body seemed to be transforming further.# Date:08 9 2019 12:01PM
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