A county magistrate took the lead in running away when danger came, which caused chaos in the whole city and the people opened the city to escape.

So, he had already attacked the city without any effort.

Even the people who escaped will not have any good results.

Leaving the protection of the city walls, the escaped soldiers were caught up by the witch and easily killed in the wild.

Then the entire Yangwu County town was surrounded by the witch people.

"Master Wang, do you really have to kill so many people to sacrifice blood? There are at least tens of thousands of people in this city!"

Huang Lu asked Qingyun privately.

He could understand Wu Yuan's words, and more importantly, since he entered the pass, small-scale blood sacrifices have happened countless times.

The witch army drove through the way, and the people in the villages along the way were arrested and killed by various witches.

In total, there will be no fewer people than Yangwu County.

But they were all killed in batches. This time, they actually wanted to massacre tens of thousands of people for blood sacrifice, which was so horrifying!

Qingyun's face was not good-looking, but he said slowly: "No one can stop this!"

The witches massacred the blood sacrifices of the people of the Song Dynasty, not entirely because of cruel killing.

Instead, these ancestral spirits are powerful by relying on blood sacrifice. The more blood sacrifices are, the stronger the power of the ancestral spirits will be!

In this case, no one can stop these witch people. Unless at this time, the Song army will be launched, it is possible to rescue them.

However, at this time, the frontier defense system that the Song Dynasty had worked hard to manage for more than two hundred years was penetrated, and more than 100,000 elite border troops were annihilated.

Under this circumstance, at least the entire northwest has no sufficient military power to rescue these people!

Qingyun slowly let out a sigh of relief. He didn't know now. He decided to put these witch people into the six immortal gates in the pass, but now he didn't know whether he would regret it afterwards?

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Although Ningxi Prefecture is located in the northwest, close to the border prefecture, between Zhenxicheng and Shaoqing Prefecture, in this Qinghua world, there are Taoists who can change the world and change the climate and environment, and make it rich in water and grass, villages and fertile fields.

But only a few dozen or hundreds of miles away from the fortress, it is like a world of barrenness and desolation outside the fortress.

If Shaoqing Mansion has two major spiritual veins, more than ten secondary spiritual veins, and hundreds of small spiritual veins.

Then the largest spiritual veins in Ningxi Prefecture are almost all gathered on Dingshan.

This Dingshan Mountain is majestic and the strange rocks are rugged. It is like a fortress standing on the earth!

Ningxi City, the capital of Ningxi Prefecture, also stands on the impact plain at the foot of this mountain. It is surrounded by mountains on three sides and faces an enemy. It can be said to be a real heroic city.

In terms of easy defense and difficult attack, it is even more powerful than Zhenxicheng, which relies on hundreds of military camps to defend.

However, at this time, even this Ningxi City was captured by the witches.

The entire city was plundered by the Witchers for three days. Not only did the military and civilians in the city suffer countless casualties, but the Witchers set fires everywhere in the city, burning this northwest heroic city to an incredible state.

If it weren't for the main force of the witches gathering here at this time, I'd probably burned the city to white ground!

At this moment, there were several Taoist monks who looked up at the ground below their feet from afar, their faces were covered in dust.

In their eyes, they could see that the earth hundreds of miles was full of black clouds, which was the resentment of countless resentful souls and wild ghosts.

"In just a few days, more than 100,000 soldiers and civilians were killed and injured in the Song Dynasty! I don't know how many deaths will be... These causes and effects are all borne by my Immortal Sect!"

The old monk Tingyun was also among them at this moment and couldn't help but sigh.

At this moment, I could see that I seemed to be 10 or 20 years old, with dense wrinkles on my face and many more old spots.

Not to mention this, the most important thing is that there is an indescribable aura of death and death wrapped around him, and there is no trace of the demeanor of the elder of the Immortal Sect.

Although, this cause and effect must be borne by the immortals as a whole.

But as specific executors, they must take the lead in taking the backlash!

At this moment, it was not just the old monk Tingyun who looked like this, but the other Taoist monks were not much better, and their auras were declining.

This is just the beginning. As the more witches kill, the more they destroy.

The greater the cause and effect they will bear!

At this moment, not only are they like this, but even the souls are entangled by this causal aura, losing their glory one by one, and beginning to decay.

However, when he heard the sigh of the old monk Tingyun, the other monk was calm. Although he had rotten sores on his body, pus flowed out, and the stinking smell was sour, he sat cross-legged and spoke calmly: "What's the use of saying these now?

Since the Song Dynasty court was aggressive, it insisted on forcing our immortal sect to such a step.

I have to do a lot of things for the sake of Taoism!

Since we have decided to do it, we will naturally have to bear the cause and effect, so why do we have to regret it?”

This tone was plain, but Old Monk Tingyun heard it and bowed his head directly: "What the head teacher said is!"

And the monk with sores on his body was actually the master monk from Sanjue Mountain who stopped the operation.

Shuo Ji said again: "Young Brother Tingyun doesn't need to think too much, the sect will never give up on the disciples.

Although we suffered the resentment backfire, we still had a trace of vitality.

When the witch man draws the Dingshan Spirit Vein, we can also use the spiritual energy of the spiritual Vein to erode the soul and take the opportunity to reincarnate.

At that time, there will naturally be sects that will lead us back to practice!

What we need to do is to persevere for one more day so that we can share more resentment and backlash for the sect.”

This is not only for Tingyun, but also for others to hear. At this time, we must finally stabilize the morale of the army!

When the others heard the shutdown, they couldn't help but nodded and said, "What the shutdown brother said is that since he did it, there is no need to regret it.

If the Song Dynasty court did not let it hurt, how could they stop?

This time it's just a warning!

Next time, our seven immortal sects will have to stay with the Song Dynasty court until death!

As disciples of the Immortal Sect, we sacrifice our lives to protect the Tao, and we will never refuse!”

Seeing that everyone's hearts were temporarily stable, I didn't say much about the shutdown, closed my eyes and quietly endured the backlash from both the soul and the body.

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More than ten days later, the witch army had already arrived at the Ganyuan Prefecture City.

The reason why it took so long was that we had broken through the relationship between several county towns along the way!

Since the capture of Yangwu County that day, all the people in the city have been massacred and a blood sacrifice has been launched.

I heard that no one in the county behind me was lucky, and they all fought to the death, which caused quite a lot of trouble to the witch army.

However, the number of troops in the Witch Man National Congress was as high as 20,000, and its combat power was even more amazing.

How can ordinary county towns with weak troops along the way with low city walls resist?
Chapter completed!