An eagle carrying the bloody head and letter of the messenger came before Hong Jin's army. Its eyes were full of coldness. After dropping the head and letter, the eagle flew away far away.
Hong Jin pointed to the eagle and laughed loudly, "I heard that the Deng family also practiced Daoist arts. I thought it was how mysterious! Now it looks like this! They wanted to scare my general with this small skill? Inform the whole army, tonight we will eat in Hancheng! Hahahahaha!"
Gou Zhang and Bi Huan were bandits from the mountains, who thought that the methods of training eagles were something that even old hunters from the mountains could do, and indeed, they were not particularly skillful.
Hong Jin laughed, and they all laughed along with him.
Zhang Gui Fang kept a straight face and showed no emotions.
The morale of the soldiers was actually not good either; most of them were soldiers from the Yin Dynasty who were disbanded after surrendering.
Since the defeat and surrender, about two months had passed, and the Yin Dynasty had always been harsh to ordinary people. The soldiers were very worried about their families. But General Hong knew only how to drink and have fun every day, without caring about the thoughts of the soldiers at the bottom. Now they were marching far away to conquer Hancheng, with no desire to fight. They just hoped that this battle would be as easy as Hong Jin said.
"General! The four cities of Hanzhong are wide open, and there's not much sign of a defending army. From a distance, it seems like there are only a few soldiers clearing the roads inside the city!" Bi Huan went to scout and quickly returned with a message that brought everyone peace.
The Deng family opened the city gates, which was clearly a sign of surrendering.
Hong Jin sneered, "Women have limited courage, and I'm sure they killed the messenger and then were scared. Hmph, when the time comes, I will reprimand her. She will kneel and apologize to our brothers on Mount Erlong under the command of Generals Gou and Bi."
After soothing the morale of the soldiers, Hong Jin also explicitly reemphasized military discipline. Hanzhong city will be ours from now on, and we must not loot or set fires. Each team must strictly control their soldiers.
Hong Jin led his army to within one arrow's reach of the Hanzhong city gate, and a faint suspicion crept into his mind.
This doesn't look like a surrender, at least it's not what I imagined of a complete about-face and disarming.
Deng Chanyu wore a water blue white crane and scarlet dress, with a lotus flower headdress. She sat quietly on the city wall playing the zither. Nezha held the Nanming Lixian sword in his arms, standing to one side to attend. Zheng Lun, a big-footed man who liked to scratch his feet, knelt and sat on the other side, shaking his head and rolling his eyes as if listening to music.
Deng Chanyu's appearance caused Hong Jin to lose his focus for a moment. The next instant, his gaze was drawn to the Nanming Lixian sword, "A fine sword! This sword is imbued with profound sword essence, and it emits a spiritual glow through the flames. Is this a primordial spiritual treasure?!"
Having lived in the temple of the Demon Master for many years, he had never seen such a fine treasure.
He was suddenly thinking about quickly grabbing the sword to examine it carefully.
He immediately turned to the officers behind him and said, "The woman on the city wall must be a member of the Deng family; her looks are rather impressive. General Zhang, lead your troops into the city to take over the city defenses. General Gou, go to the city wall and summon that woman over; I have something to ask her. General Bi Huan, take charge of the granaries and storerooms in the city; no one is allowed to act without my order."
Hong Jin was issuing orders in an orderly manner, but suddenly he felt a vague premonition that was hard to describe, as if someone was piercing his heart with a needle.
At this point, the soldiers under Gou Guifang had already entered the city in an orderly manner. However, without any killing shouts heard from inside the city, it seemed as if these soldiers had simply vanished into thin air.
Hanzhong still appeared with its four gates wide open.
From outside the city, you can see a few cleaning soldiers, the woman on the city headland is playing the zither, and a child stands by to attend. Everything seems to be the same as before.
After Gou Guifang also entered the city, Hong Jin felt that his connection with the Shixinfu was suddenly cut off. This moment of terror finally brought him back to his senses.
Something's not right!
Deng Chanyu on the city head also looked at him at that moment.
Hong Jin was profoundly shaken in his heart.
He felt as if he saw the first spark of fire at the beginning of the heavens and earth, and he saw eyes filled with mockery.
This Deng family member must have excellent cultivation! It's not said that they only practiced for a few years!
He realized that he had made a very serious mistake. He, an earth immortality, was challenging an immortal with a much higher cultivation and who possessed a primordial spiritual treasure.
Run!
What Yin Hong and what Shu territory are irrelevant at this time.
Hong Jin roared and his steed, the Whale Dragon, broke through space, carrying him away into the distance.
The Whale Dragon has a trace of the bloodline of the Kunpeng, being a whale in the sea and a dragon in the sky. It can soar through clouds and mist, with an extremely fast flying speed.
As Hong Jin flew into the sky, he turned his head back and looked at Deng Chanyu, who seemed to be indifferent to him, still lowering her head to play the zither.
The Whale Dragon first flew west, then continued south, crossing the Ten Thousand Mountains and arriving in the South Sea. He dared not stay and flew to the East Sea. When he reached the end of the sea, his fear subsided a bit, and then he flew back to the North Sea all at once.
He knew that he had offended Deng Chanyu, who had a higher cultivation and better treasure than him. What should he do? Go back to seek help from his elder and have the elder intervene. If it really came to it, perhaps some protective treasures for himself as well!
He flew and flew, the Whale Dragon went west, south, east, and north, coughing blood as it went. However, Hong Jin searched in vain for the temple of the Demon Master, and instead saw a heavy bronze wall at the end of the sky.
This wall stretches up to the thirty-third heaven and down to the eighteenth layer of hell. The front of the wall is decorated with suns, moons, stars, mountains, rivers, and other natural elements. The technique used is so ancient and simple that it seems to have existed since ancient times.
Could this be the edge of the world? This doesn't seem to match what the old master of the Kunpeng had said in the past?
The north side was blocked by the bronze celestial wall, making it hard to find a way. He flew to the East Sea and found the same celestial wall at its end.
Then it was the South Sea, West Sea, and when his steed, the Whale Dragon, exhausted itself and died, Hong Jin fell face-first like a tree that had been uprooted. At this moment, he found himself back in Hanzhong city. The woman on the city headland was still playing the zither with a child standing by to attend. Many soldiers were still entering the city in an orderly manner.
What kind of magic is this? Hong Jin's head was spinning, and he couldn't think of a way to break the spell.
Suddenly, the sky above him turned dark. A giant eye as big as the sky was staring at him intently, with curiosity and mocking eyes.
Hong Jin clutched his chest, spewing a stream of blood. He then fell to the ground.
Outside, Deng Chanyu was holding a small bronze cauldron. This was an extremely rare primordial spiritual treasure even older than the primeval world, the Duanqi Ding.
Hong Jin's three million troops didn't escape. As soon as they heard her music, they all fell into the cauldron.
"Mayor, your magical powers!"
"Teacher, you are mighty!"
Zheng Lun and Nezha quickly congratulated.
Nezha glanced into the cauldron twice and realized that he had startled Hong Jin into a faint. Unable to help but feel disdainful, he thought, "Even I didn't have a chance to fight, and you, a waste, already collapsed. With such limited abilities, you dared to launch an attack on Hanzhong? Who gave you the courage?"
