Chapter 87: Chasing light to the north, stepping on the wind to return to the south (Two-in-one chapter)

Sun Chaoen didn't know when he came to Wei Yuan's side. After reading the letter, Sun Chaoen said: "You can let go but can't collect, wild and unscrupulous. If the teacher saw this handwriting, you would have to be scolded again!"

"Indeed." Wei Yuan nodded, and suddenly two tears fell, shattering on the armor on his chest.

Wei Yuan raised his hand to wipe his face, and his hand was warm. When he turned to look at Sun Chaoen, he had already stained his clothes with tears.

Wei Yuan wiped his face again, and suddenly saw an arrow placed in the corner of the wall. That was the signal arrow Wei Yuan left for Fang Hetong. As long as it was fired, Wei Yuan would know that a strong enemy was attacking and would rush back immediately.

However, this arrow was within reach, but Fang Hetong never used it.

Wei Yuan thought for a while before he understood. The Liao barbarians went south in large numbers, and there were beacon fires everywhere around. Those who had the strength to rescue had already set out, and Wei Yuan himself was not a person with a foundation. Others could not turn back to save him. Fang Hetong was insightful about the world, and from the contrast between Wei Yuan and Li Zhi, he had long seen this point.

If the signal arrow was fired, the first to arrive would be Wei Yuan, and only Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan wiped his face again, put down the signal arrow, and then scanned the Jingguan with his spiritual sense, suddenly stunned: "Where are the heads?"

Fang Hetong achieved a Dao foundation, even if he died, there would be a little spirituality left in his sea of consciousness, which would not dissipate immediately. But Wei Yuan scanned with his spiritual sense, and none of the hundreds of heads in the Jingguan showed signs of being refined by the primordial spirit. Fang Hetong's head was not among them.

Sun Chaoen also scanned with his spiritual sense, and his face suddenly changed: "Liao barbarian tradition, they will make the skulls of strong enemies into wine cups! Fang Junior Brother's head..."

Wei Yuan only felt something rushing from bottom to top, rushing straight to the top of his head, and then exploding at the top door!

At this time, Wang Delu was still kowtowing in front of Fang Hetong's corpse. Sun Chaoen was extremely angry at this time, took a big step, drew his long sword, and was about to slash it down!

Wang Delu was scared out of his wits, sat on the ground, kept retreating with his legs, and shouted: "Magistrate Sun, you and I are both imperial officials. You, you can't kill me! According to the law, you must have the order of the prefect, report to the state shepherd, and can only be beheaded after autumn! If you kill me, you are killing an imperial official without authorization!!"

Sun Chaoen's sword stopped in mid-air. He was only half a level higher than Wang Delu. According to the Jin law and the Tang law, he could not kill Wang Delu, otherwise it would be unauthorized killing, which should be beheaded according to the law, and the clan would be executed.

Just as Sun Chaoen's indignation and the imperial law were fighting each other, his hand suddenly became light, and the long sword had already arrived in Wei Yuan's hand.

"Immortal Master, spare..." Wang Delu's scream stopped abruptly. Wei Yuan swung his sword, and the head flew far away. The blood sprayed from his neck splashed at Fang Hetong's feet!

Wei Yuan beheaded Wang Delu, said nothing, and walked out. In the first step, he was already out of the ancestral hall, and in the second step, he was already at the gate of the dock fortress.

In the long neighing sound, the warhorse ran over by itself, and Wei Yuan leaped up and landed lightly on the horse's back. With a flash of lightning, a twelve-foot-long spear also tore through the air and fell into Wei Yuan's hand by itself.

The horse was an ordinary horse, and the spear was an iron spear.

Sun Chaoen ran out of the ancestral hall and saw the long spear suddenly become thick and long, the breath was deep and vast, and mysterious patterns appeared on the spear body. Wisps of black Qi plunged into the warhorse's body. The warhorse neighed in pain, constantly stepping on the ground, appearing extremely painful. But every time it stepped on the ground, its body grew a few points larger, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a giant horse of a zhang and a half, peerlessly fierce!

The four hooves of the warhorse were already the size of water vats, and suddenly faint pale flames grew. When it stepped on the ground again, the entire village shook, and scorched hoof prints were left on the ground.

With a neigh that resounded through the world, Wei Yuan spurred his horse to the north, killing toward the Liao domain!

Sun Chaoen woke up like a dream, grabbed the county assistant, and shouted repeatedly: "Quickly send someone to notify General Li Zhi, and then inform Liao Jingwu, let him send troops immediately! Must respond..."

He exerted force, and large patches of blood appeared on his chest and back again. His eyes went black, and he fell toward the ground.

In the blink of an eye, Wei Yuan broke through the rolling yellow Qi and killed into the Liao domain. As soon as he entered the Liao domain, an invisible giant net covered Wei Yuan's head. Wei Yuan's body was full of greasy, sticky, and foreign particles everywhere, his vision was immediately halved, and his Dao power operation was also a few points slower.

But in Wei Yuan's eyes, a faint white light flickered on the road ahead, like a candle in a storm, which could be extinguished at any time. This was a little spirituality scattered from Fang Hetong's primordial spirit that had not yet dissipated. Even a Dharma Form True Person would be difficult to detect, and only Wei Yuan, who was born with five senses different from ordinary people and possessed near-listening supernatural powers, could see it.

Very far ahead, there was also a little micro-light flickering, and further away was another point. Points of micro-light pointed out a road to the north for Wei Yuan.

In the gallop, a thought suddenly emerged in Wei Yuan's blank consciousness: "If Brother Fang knew that I could see the scattered spiritual light, he might have self-destructed his primordial spirit..."

This thought soon vanished into the blankness of consciousness.

In the gallop, the flames on the four hooves of the warhorse became more and more obvious, and the place where the hooves landed gradually had a distance from the ground, already walking on the void. The spear tip was sharp and twisted, not like any weapon at the moment. When the spear tip passed, a black color band would be left, like ink dragged across paper, lingering for a long time.

The Liao domain was boundless, like a rolling turbid sea. One person and one horse broke through the waves and went north in the turbid sea, leaving a long tail trace behind them.

At this time, the wind ahead was already thick like substance, no longer the wild wind blowing on the body, but more like a giant wave smashing head-on. Wei Yuan's body was also like sticking countless spider webs, and every move had to consume several times more effort than in the past. The yellow Qi that was broken and thrown behind him was also unwilling, rolling and chasing from behind, lingering.

Wei Yuan's sea of consciousness was boiling, and the black Qi accumulated for many years dissipated one by one, offsetting the malice from the world.

Yes, malice.

It seemed that the entire Liao domain had begun to wake up, staring at this worm that didn't know its own strength with hateful eyes, and using more and more power to stop him, hit him, and destroy him.

Wei Yuan didn't know how long he had been galloping, but at this time, the micro-light on the road ahead was gone! The yellow Qi of the Liao domain had formed a storm, completely blowing out Fang Hetong's last spiritual fire.

In the sea of consciousness, the jade toad emerged, and its eyes turned into pure black. No, that was not black, but nothingness, nothingness that could swallow everything, including black.

Points of micro-light appeared on the road ahead again.

Wei Yuan inexplicably rose to realization. The micro-light he saw was not real, but the micro-light that had not yet been extinguished in the previous moment.

Wei Yuan lay low, man and horse as one, and his speed increased again, chasing the light to the north!

A giant yellow storm appeared in the distance, and the rolling yellow Qi slowly swirled, forming a storm tornado with a core of dozens of miles, connecting heaven and earth. In the storm, micro-light flickered faintly. Wei Yuan didn't think about it, spurred his horse and rushed into the storm!

In the center of the storm, there was actually a small lake as clear as a mirror. The lake water was blue and transparent, and one could look directly at the bottom of the lake. The bottom of the lake was not yellow sand, but countless five-colored pebbles, like patches of rainbows in the rippling water.

By the lake, there were patches of woods, and outside the woods were carpets of grass, dotted with countless unknown wild flowers.

This was a land favored by heaven and earth, full of vitality, quiet and beautiful. On the grass, one after another snow-white camps were set up, and not far away were groups of snow-white warhorses, each of which was two feet taller than ordinary Liao horses, peerlessly handsome. These warhorses were not grazing on green grass, but were all eating horse feed in the troughs obediently. Occasionally, they would lift their hooves a few times, and they would land lightly, fearing to hurt this precious land bestowed by heaven.

In the camps, there were men who were sturdy even among the Liao race, coming in and out. Sometimes they would go to fetch water, and sometimes they would take care of the horses. Everyone was barefoot, not wearing boots, also fearing to step on the grass.

In the largest camp, the young Liao person who kicked the wheel sat in the center. He was a head taller than other men in the camp, nine feet tall, with his clothes open, revealing a muscular body with dense chest hair. His face was very young, looking like he was just twenty years old, and there was no flaw on his bronze skin.

At this time, he was leaning on a beast-skin chair, holding a rhinoceros horn wine cup in his left hand, not knowing what he was thinking, appearing somewhat frustrated and helpless. On the low table in front of him were vegetables and fruits, without a bit of meat, only milk tea and milk wine were considered meat. In this holy lake, meat was considered disrespectful to the holy lake.

Beside the young Liao person was a tray with a human head on it.

"Young Master, a southern sheep, killed is killed, why think so much?"

The young Liao person looked at the wine in the cup and said: "You don't understand, he is a hero, there are heroes among southern sheep too."

People in the camp looked at each other, not understanding. Someone said: "Isn't he still dead in the Young Master's hands?"

The young Liao person shook his head: "Some heroes are not measured by strength. Although he was defeated, I never saw fear in his eyes from beginning to end, nor the hypocritical rage transformed from fear. He was very calm, calmly exerting the greatest strength, killing the most people, and then calmly welcoming death. It's a pity he refused my kindness. If such a person surrendered to me, he would be my best and smartest hunting dog. A good dog is much more expensive than dozens of cavalry."

Everyone didn't know what to say. Suddenly, the ground of the camp vibrated, all the plates on the low table jumped up, and then a few screams sounded outside.

"There is an enemy!" The warriors in the camp rushed out in a swarm. The young Liao person was not in a hurry, picked up a long-handled battle axe. Before leaving the camp, he looked at the head in the tray and asked: "Is it your friend?"

The head naturally wouldn't answer.

The young Liao person lifted the tent curtain and walked out.

At the edge of the grass, Wei Yuan swung his spear and threw a knight he was wearing onto the ground. There were already seven or eight corpses lying around.

The warhorse neighed, sprayed two clusters of flames, and then stepped forward. The iron hooves burning with flames stepped on the grass, immediately burning out a large scorched earth.

A tall Liao person who stood out from the camp saw this scene and was furious. He leaped up and slashed at Wei Yuan with a knife! The long knife in his hand had a blade of five feet and a handle of three feet, which was particularly fierce. This Liao person's strength was even a line higher than an ordinary centurion, and Wei Yuan looked around, and there were at least seven or eight people like him!

Seeing a knife slashing head-on, Wei Yuan didn't dodge, the spear shot out like a dragon, arriving first, and directly pierced the Liao person's chest!

The long knife still slashed down, hitting Wei Yuan's shoulder. The armor, war robe, and even flesh were slashed open by this knife, and finally blocked by the bone.

More and more Liao people crawled out of the camp, howling and rushing toward Wei Yuan. The worst of these Liao cavalry was equivalent to an ordinary Liao cavalry captain, and their strength was equivalent to the great success of human body refining.

Wei Yuan spurred his horse forward, not dodging. When a Liao person slashed with a knife, he returned with a spear. In the blink of an eye, Wei Yuan was hit by dozens of knives, and also left a scorched road on the grass, with countless corpses on the side of the road.

In Wei Yuan's eyes, this beautiful lake-side fairyland was full of yellow Qi, as thick as rippling water. Wei Yuan's Dao power would consume crazily with every move. If it weren't for the heaven-defying luck accumulated over the years to resist, Wei Yuan would have exhausted his Dao power and collapsed at this moment. So Wei Yuan chose to exchange injuries for lives without hesitation, killing the most enemies at the fastest speed.

In the blink of an eye, only the young Liao person and two subordinates at the centurion level remained in front of Wei Yuan. The young Liao person had been observing Wei Yuan and didn't take action. At this time, he nodded with satisfaction and said: "You are very strong, but too young, still just a fledgling eagle. You can't beat me, why not follow me? I will ask the National Teacher to give you a Liao body, and you will be my best hunting eagle in the future! I will take you to hunt to your heart's content under this endless sky! With you, my hunting ground will not just be Agula!"

Wei Yuan said nothing, leaped off the horse, walked forward, dragged the spear tip across the grass, soared, and stabbed straight at the young Liao person's heart!

The young Liao person's pupils shrank. Wei Yuan's spear had no other fancy, just fast and heavy enough, fast and heavy beyond imagination!

The young Liao person never expected that Wei Yuan would want to die together as soon as he made a move! At this time, he couldn't dodge, let out an earth-shattering roar, grabbed the spear body with one hand and held it tightly, and at the same time swung the battle axe and slashed at Wei Yuan's head.

The young Liao person's strength was fierce, but he couldn't beat Wei Yuan, whose physical strength was equivalent to several Mingwang Palace heaven-rank Dao foundations. The spear shaft rubbed against his palm, constantly moving forward in the ear-piercing metal scraping sound. When the spear tip stabbed the bronze skin, the sharpest end was twisted by the hard-as-iron body, but it still broke the skin and entered the flesh, finally stuck between the ribs.

Facing the axe that came down head-on, Wei Yuan directly bent his arm to block it. The golden giant axe almost broke his forearm, and as it pressed down, Wei Yuan tilted his head, the axe blade cut into his left shoulder, slashed open half of the shoulder bone, and was finally stuck.

The young Liao person had already cultivated to the stage of Foundation Establishment Nurturing Spirit and began to conceive a Dharma Form, but he didn't expect that it would be a lose-lose situation as soon as they fought. Wei Yuan's physical body was even much stronger than this young master who had been famous for his physique in the entire Agula tribe since he was a child.

"This should be his limit." The young Liao person thought, preparing to persuade again. There were many southern sheep who were not afraid of death, and they would be killed if they were killed, but it was a pity that the fledgling eagle died. A good hunting eagle could be exchanged for an entire brave and good-fighting small tribe.

But before he could speak, he suddenly saw Wei Yuan's eyes. Those eyes were bottomless, as if connected to another world.

Dozens of black Qi in Wei Yuan's sea of consciousness disappeared at the same time, the Heaven-Defying Madman operated, and a cold and fierce murderous aura rose. Several mysterious patterns appeared on the spear that was stuck, pushed by irresistible giant force, cut open the ribs blocking the way, exploded all the internal organs along the way, and then pierced out from the back!

The two subordinates were shocked and rushed over to rescue. Wei Yuan snatched the golden axe of the Liao young master and stabbed the two to death with the axe handle.

The spear that pierced through was heavy as a mountain at this time, and the Liao young master's knees made a crisp sound of bone breaking, falling heavily to the ground. He showed panic for the first time and shouted: "Don't kill me! If you kill me, my father will know immediately, and you will never escape our territory! As long as you let me go, I can give you the status of a Liao warrior, let you get rid of the lowly seed, and join my tribe..."

Wei Yuan pulled back the spear, the spear tip swung, and the young master's head flew up.

Wei Yuan grabbed the young master's head, walked into the largest camp, and in his vision, there was still a little micro-light flickering in the camp. Wei Yuan's gaze fell on the head in the tray, paused for a moment, and then walked over, slowly picking up the head.

The blood flowed down Wei Yuan's arm, reached his hand, and then flowed onto the head, covering Fang Hetong's face, and mixed with his blood.

Wei Yuan turned and walked out of the camp. The lake-side fairyland in front of him shattered like bubbles. The grass and trees were still there, but the small lake disappeared out of thin air, and a jade bowl appeared in front of Wei Yuan, filled with clear water, and the bottom of the bowl was five-colored fine sand.

Wei Yuan picked up the jade bowl and silently estimated the distance of the return. When Wei Yuan came, he only thought about snatching back Fang Hetong's head, but the primordial spirit had already recorded everything on the road. Recalling at this time, Wei Yuan discovered that this place was a full 1,100 miles away from the Liao domain boundary. Unknowingly, he had actually penetrated a thousand miles into the Liao domain!

Wei Yuan put Fang Hetong's head and the jade bowl into the backpack, hung them on the warhorse, and prepared to return.

Just at this moment, yellow Qi rose into the sky in the distance, and a snow-white giant eagle flew out of the mountain-like yellow Qi, its wings covering the sky and the sun!

"Dare to harm my child's life, I want you to be worse than dead, and your primordial spirit will suffer for eternity!" The voice in the air was deafening, and it was amplified layer by layer by heaven and earth. Countless yellow Qi surged like sea waves, turning into layers of shackles, wanting to lock Wei Yuan's actions. With a cry from the giant eagle, a giant eagle claw appeared in the air, and the claw hook of more than ten zhang pressed down on Wei Yuan's head!

Wei Yuan still remembered the breath of the giant eagle; it was the Northern Liao Dharma Form powerhouse who fought across the air with the human True Person above Bao Yun's dock fortress. At that time, he shot four arrows across ten thousand zhang, shot down an immortal boat, and fought the human True Person to a lose-lose situation.

The giant claw was like a mountain, pressing down with irresistible momentum!

Although there were many legends of the immortal path, there had never been a precedent for someone who hadn't built a Dao foundation to fight a Dharma Form. Since he was already within the range of the Dharma Form's action, no matter what, Wei Yuan had no hope of survival.

The claw tip of the giant claw was entangled with thick yellow Qi, and even this heaven and earth were helping this blow.

Wei Yuan smiled bitterly in his heart. Was this heaven and earth too high on him?

Just as he was about to close his eyes and wait for death, a green sword Qi suddenly shot out from his brow, turning into countless rain threads and entangling the giant claw. Although the rain threads were slender, the giant claw couldn't fall down and fell into a stalemate!

The rain threads spread rapidly, along the eagle claw, and spread to the entire giant eagle.

Where the rain threads fell, the yellow Qi melted one after another. Zhang Sheng's figure appeared in the rain and mist. He stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the snow-mountain giant eagle covering the sky, without any fear. At this moment, Wei Yuan suddenly understood what an invincible heart was.

The eagle claw entangled by the rain threads in the air retracted, but the giant eagle stretched out another giant claw and grabbed down fiercely! This time the giant claw tore the rain threads all over the sky, and the claw tip swept across Zhang Sheng's figure, tearing him to pieces. When Zhang Sheng's figure shattered, another figure seemed to appear, but it was also torn to pieces.

Wei Yuan had long forgotten that Zhang Sheng had sealed a sword Qi in his body. He didn't expect that after so many years, this sword Qi was still there. When Zhang Sheng's figure appeared, Wei Yuan almost thought the teacher had arrived. However, there was a wisp of primordial spirit of Zhang Sheng in that sword Qi, and as the sword Qi was torn to pieces, this wisp of Zhang Sheng's primordial spirit was also torn to pieces!

Wei Yuan only felt his heart being fiercely pinched, followed by rage!

Large swaths of black Qi in Wei Yuan's sea of consciousness disappeared, and a huge shadow faintly appeared on his head, as if winding from the ancient times! Wei Yuan took a step forward, held his spear to the sky, and stabbed the falling eagle claw with all his might. The spear and claw intersected, and they actually stalemated!

The giant claw was more than ten zhang long, and the giant eagle in the air covered the sky with its wings. And Wei Yuan, together with the spear, was not even two zhang, not even as good as an ant in front of the giant eagle. But this spear just held up the giant claw, ignoring the gap in realm, not afraid of the obstruction of heaven and earth, and the suppression of great luck.

If heaven tilts, there is a spear to hold it up!

Wei Yuan never used tricks with his spear, only relying on the two words fast and fierce. This was the first spear he realized in despair and rage: Reverse Slaughter.

A shadow dyed the giant claw black, and countless cracks spread and crawled upward on the claw hook. The giant eagle in the air let out a painful neigh, and countless feathers on its wings were dyed black. The snow-mountain giant eagle had to retract this claw, and then its wings retracted, and a large number of dyed black feathers fell off. The giant eagle let out a scream, its body instantly shrank and went away, hovering in the distant sky and motionless. Countless yellow Qi from the surrounding heaven and earth surged, gathered around the giant eagle, and new feathers began to sprout at the broken feathers.

The snow-mountain giant eagle had already been injured on the battlefield before, and at this moment, it was severely injured again, unable to fight anymore, and had to rely on the spiritual power of heaven and earth to heal, unable to move for a while.

Wei Yuan looked up at the sky, took a deep look at the yellow Qi rushing to gather toward the giant eagle, and turned to leave. But every step he took, he left a blood mark. The giant eagle's blow detonated all of Wei Yuan's injuries. With the strength of Wei Yuan's physical body, he couldn't even stop the blood at this moment.

Time to escape.

However, Wei Yuan didn't intend to escape simply.

He reached out and summoned, and a tall, pure black Liao horse in the distance suddenly neighed in rage, jumping continuously, as if going crazy. In Wei Yuan's spiritual sense, the soul of this Liao horse was ten times stronger than ordinary Liao horses, and it was already a monster equivalent to a Dao foundation cultivator. It was extremely fierce and violent, and several times shattered the black Qi trying to control it. But Wei Yuan remained unmoved, and one after another black Qi plunged into the Liao horse's body, fiercely crushing its soul!

The Liao horse calmed down and ran to Wei Yuan and stood still. Wei Yuan moved the backpack to this horse, then picked up the Liao young master's head and golden axe and hung them behind the horse.

Wei Yuan turned over and mounted the horse. The Liao horse neighed, flames on its four hooves, and stepped on the wind and left.

The Snow Eagle Cavalry respected white, and there was only one black horse in the entire camp, which was the mount of the Liao young master, to highlight its uniqueness. Now that Wei Yuan was riding his horse and also brought his head and specialized weapon, he was provoking.

Provoking a million Liao people to control the strings, provoking the snow-mountain giant eagle Dharma Form covering the sky, provoking the yellow Qi everywhere, provoking this piece of Liao domain heaven and earth!

When Wei Yuan came, he was determined to go north, but when he escaped, he escaped wantonly and arrogantly.

One rider like lightning, stepping on the wind and returning to the south.

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