As Master Chang Er arrived, the Qidan army's momentum soared instantly.
Under Master Chang Er's instructions, Teng Li Ji, Yi Nuo Master, and Zhu Wan gentlemen actively went to challenge.
Yes, Master Chang Er did not adopt Zhu Wan's strategy, but prepared to directly force Dama and Hezhe to fight.
In the city of Xiazhou, a Shaman priest promptly accepted the challenge.
The priest was dressed in a black robe, with a bright moon design on his back, indicating that he was a Shaman priest of the Moon God.
Master Chang Er sat at the scene and turned to the side, saying, "Dama and Hezhe have not yet appeared. Who will subdue this person and force them to appear?"
From the crowd, a young man dressed as a scholar immediately jumped out, saying, "The young scholar Zhang Zhu wishes to go."
Master Chang Er agreed.
Zhang Zhu rode his white horse and asked the Shaman on the other side, "Who are you?"
The Shaman replied, "I am the Moon God priest Wuриг. Seeing your scholar's attire, you must be a member of the Confucianism. Well, let me see what abilities you have, daring to invade the border of our Xiazhou."
Zhang Zhu picked up his Gentleman's sword and laughed, "You demon, do not be arrogant! I will break your spell with the sword of my king's army!"
After speaking, Zhang Zhu's gentleman's sword erupted with a strong bright yellow light, turning into a five-clawed golden dragon that flapped its claws and rolled over towards Wu Rug.
Unperturbed, Wu Rug calmly raised the black little stick in his hand and recited incantations.
In the next moment, a black mist shot out from the black stick, directly hitting Zhang Zhu's face.
Zhang Zhu's face turned golden immediately and he fell off his horse, completely dazed and walking back.
The King's sword, self-destructing.
Teng Li Ji, Yi Nuo Master, and Zhu Wan gentlemen looked at each other in confusion, truly unsure of what kind of dark magic Wu Rug had used.
Zhang Zhu was as if he had gone mad, ignoring everyone's questions and refusing to be pulled back.
Fortunately, Master Chang Er stepped in and gave him a pat on the head.
Instantly, Zhang Zhu woke up as if he had just come to, fell to the ground in pain, and shouted loudly, "It hurts so much!"
Wu Rug was still challenging on the other side, mocking with his words: "Your Qidan monks are not that powerful, aren't there anyone more powerful among you?"
Master Chang Er said without expression, "Who will go and dull his sharpness?"
Seeing Zhang Zhu's defeat, the other monks on the side did not dare to speak.
Ye Honggu and Ye Zhacha and other officers frowned, knowing that these monks realized Wu Rug's power and were afraid to challenge him.
Seeing no one daring to go forward, Zhu Wan bit his teeth and said, "I will meet him!"
Master Chang Er nodded in agreement.
Zhu Wan raised his robe and turned into a beam of green light, shooting to the front of the array.
He squinted his eyes at Wu Rug, "You demon, what kind of evil spell did you use to harm my brother Zhang?"
Wu Rug smiled and said, "If you want to know what kind of spell I used, you can try it yourself."
Master Zhu Wan, a teacher of late True Realm, how could he be afraid of Wu Rug, who seemed to be only at the early stage of True Realm?
He snorted coldly, and his body burst into a dazzling green light like the brilliance of the sun, "Taste my Confucian great technique 'Quanzhu Nanshu'!"
After speaking, Zhu Wan's body gathered into numerous rolls of bamboo slips, and on them, countless words began to appear. Each word recorded Wu Rug's sins.
This method is half conceptual. If someone's sins are truly written with spirit power, they can be judged and thus suffer from heaven's severe punishment!
However, Wu Rug still showed no sign of panic, raising the little black stick in his hand.
Black mist shot out from the black stick again, sweeping towards Zhu Wan.
Zhu Wan had already prepared, so he immediately deployed the Confucian great technique "Gujin Tang," forming a green mist like a moat around his body to block the black mist.
However, the black mist ignored the green mist and directly broke through it.
Zhu Wan did not have time to dodge, and he fell to the ground just like Zhang Zhu before him, with a face as pale as gold paper.
When he stood up again, his eyes were blank and he walked towards the Qidan army as if he was dazed.
Master Chang Er used the same method again, tapping Zhu Wan's forehead to bring him back to consciousness.
Just as Zhu Wan woke up, he screamed "pain" like Zhang Zhu did over there.
At that moment, Yi Nuo Master and Teng Li Ji and others were shocked.
After all, Zhu Wan was a master in the late stage of True Realm, yet he couldn't withstand the black mist released by the little black stick.
Thus, it can be seen that even if Yi Nuo Master and Teng Li Ji were to fight, they might still not be able to resist.
Ye Honggu and Ye Zhacha and other Qidan officers watched in dismay. They never expected that even before they saw Dama and Hezhe, two of their monks had already fallen.
Everyone looked towards Master Chang Er, knowing that he was the only one who could take on Wu Rug.
Master Chang Er's face changed, and his tone was very serious. "The black stick in this person's hand is likely an extremely terrifying magical artifact."
After speaking, Yi Nuo Master and Teng Li Ji and other monks fell silent.
Artifact, to the vast majority of cultivators, is an unimaginable treasure.
Because this thing has the ability to challenge others of a higher level.
For example, a lower-level mage can kill a celestial being as long as they are not too slow to react, if they hold a very powerful magical artifact.
Of course, in reality, if celestial beings are on guard, they won't give a lower-level mage any chance to use their magical artifact.
So, for a lower-level mage to hold a valuable artifact and try to kill celestial beings is almost a laughable idea.
However, the opposing warrior Wu Rug is not a lower-level mage, but a Shaman in the early stage of Master Realm.
Although he is not as powerful in cultivation as Yi Nuo Master, Teng Li Ji, and Zhu Wan, he is not slow to react. Therefore, he has been able to repeatedly defeat stronger enemies with the help of his magical artifact.
Yi Nuo Master asked cautiously, "Master Chang Er, do you have a way to break this artifact?"
Teng Li Ji, Ye Honggu, and the others all looked towards Master Chang Er.
Master Chang Er frowningly said, "I, Chang Er, am a Taoist immortal and should be able to withstand this artifact. Wait here, I will try it myself."
Teng Li Ji, Ye Honggu, and the others were overjoyed.
They all knew how powerful Master Chang Er was, and they believed that he would certainly be able to break the enemy if he went out.
Master Chang Er walked forward slowly, his figure seemed to shrink the earth into inches, and he had already arrived in front of Wu Rug with just a step.
Wu Rug laughed and said, "Master Chang Er, I recognize you. You are one of the messengers of the old master Li."
Master Chang Er spoke in a sinister tone, "Knowing my name, why not surrender immediately?"
Wu Rug snorted coldly, "When you first arrived, the commotion was quite magnificent. Do you really think our Shaman in Xiazhou were unaware? The black stick I have in my hand is called Defensive Soul Stick. Master Chang Er, you can't escape!"
Master Chang Er sensed something amiss and was about to transform into a beam of green light to flee.
Just as Master Chang Er was about to make a move, Wu Rug's little black stick burst out black mist that was several dozen times more powerful than before, rolling over and covering up the sky and earth towards Master Chang Er.
In less than a blink of an eye, the black mist had completely enveloped the front.
Master Chang Er let out a painful scream and transformed back into his true form, hundreds of meters long, rolling around in the black mist, but he couldn't break free from it.
Ye Honggu and Ye Zhacha and other Qidan officers were shocked beyond belief!
Yi Nuo Master's expression also changed instantly.
Teng Li Ji was even more terrified than before.
The rest of the monks present, one by one, all turned pale.
The power of the black stick in Wu Rug's hand was so great that it exceeded the expectations of everyone present.
Master Chang Er is a true immortal. Although he may not be as strong as celestial beings formed through self-cultivation, he is still stronger than human cultivators. Certainly, he is much stronger than those at the late stage of teacher realm.
Now, such a powerful Master Chang Er, who was now trapped by the black mist, struggling within it, unable to truly break free?
And Yi Nuo Master and Teng Li Ji, among others, could see that Master Chang Er's struggle was growing weaker and weaker. If this continued, he might be subdued very soon!
Yi Nuo Master and Teng Li Ji looked at each other and, without worrying about any martial world ethics, they both activated their magical instruments and rushed towards Wu Rug as beams of light.
Who would have thought that just as they had moved, two beams of light flew out from the Xiazhou city as well.
An elderly monk dressed as a lama held a censer and shook it lightly, unleashing an endless sea of Buddha's light towards Yi Nuo Master.
Another one was a shaman priest dressed in a black robe, with flames dancing behind him. He held a jade hairpin and threw it forward. The jade hairpin turned into a fiery phoenix that screamed and shot flames towards Teng Li Ji.
Yi Nuo Master did not dare to be negligent. He chanted Buddhist scriptures, his robe automatically separating from his body and charging forward, releasing intense Buddha's light, colliding with the monk's Buddha's light.
The two similar-looking Buddhist lights collided upon contact, immediately entangling with each other. One turned into a hundreds of meters tall Great Day Buddha, while the other took on the appearance of Vajra and faced each other in midair. The two Buddha's light surged like a tidal wave, constantly colliding and exploding in mid-air, producing an intense glow and a series of resounding booms.
Teng Li Ji's eyes then burst out intense white light, turning his eyes into a pair of white light compositions. A large white snake appeared behind him, spraying water light, and colliding with the rolling flames.
The fire phoenix seemed to have the upper hand, and in an instant, it suppressed the water light. The flames rolled on, continuing to charge towards Teng Li Ji ferociously.
Ye Honggu and Ye Zhacha and other Qidan officers watched with bated breath. Although they were all ordinary people, they could tell that the strange figures who had suddenly appeared from the city gate, unwelcome and unexpected, were more powerful than Teng Li Ji and Yi Nuo Master.
Now, Master Chang Er is trapped by the magical artifact, and Yi Nuo Master and Teng Li Ji seem to be no match for the other two.
If this continues, the Qidan side's cultivators will likely lose their strongest combatants and will no longer have a chance to break through the city!
In fact, whether or not the city is captured is of secondary importance.
The most important matter is that if Master Chang Er were to meet with misfortune and be assassinated, Grandmaster Liu would certainly be enraged, and he would summon immortals from the northeast, leading to a terrifying immortal war!
As the situation became increasingly uncontrollable, Ye Honggu and Ye Zhacha and others had already begun to feel hopeless.
Suddenly!
The heavens turned colors, the sun and moon disappeared, and the earth trembled violently.
Just as the crowd had no time to figure out what was going on, they saw a beam of golden light descending from the sky, taking the form of an imposing and majestic young man.
The moment the young Daoist landed, a golden glow emanated from his entire body, spreading and expanding in all directions like ripples, dispersing the Buddha's light, water color, flames, as well as the black mist enveloping Master Chang Er.
(End of this chapter)
