Chapter 603 The Humiliation of the Witch 2

"Uh..." The Qilang didn't expect to have such a high-sounding reason. The girl was extremely beautiful. He loved it so much that he immediately laughed and put it on the horse's back. He wanted to find a secluded place to vent his anger on the gods.

Suddenly, there was a flower in front of him. He saw a man in a white robe standing in front of his horse. Before he could react, the man in the white robe waved his sleeve, and the horse's bones sounded like beans, and he collapsed on the ground like a puddle of mud.

"Plop--" Qilang fell down with the witch in his arms.

The captain whistled, and dozens of soldiers rode around the white man in the center, and their spears and bows and arrows were aimed at him one after another.

The man in white robe is Ziyu. He looked at the girl witch and raised his palm from afar. The girl witch suddenly rose flat and flew back to the prisoner's team as if it were supported by an invisible palm.

The soldiers were stunned, and cold sweat oozed from the captain's forehead. When this hand came out, everyone knew that the strength of the young man in white robe was too strong to deal with at all.

"Who are you?" The lieutenant pointed his finger and shouted.

"You must remember," Mi Ziyu didn't look at them and said lightly, "First, the gods should cleanse the world with the help of the witch, not you; second, no matter witch, as long as he wears this robe, the human regime, even the emperor, can't add a finger to them. Only the gods, not you, can judge them.

The soldiers were convinced by the teenager's calm and mountain-like temperament, and they couldn't say a word. After a long time, the lieutenant said, "Who do you dare to ask?"

"Zi Ziyu." Mi Ziyu said calmly.

"Ah--" The soldiers looked at each other in con's sight. At this time, the lieutenant also saw the robe on Ziyu's body. Unexpectedly, there were eight dragons! I couldn't help but be shocked. We jumped off the horse together and bowed, "I've seen the saint."

In recent years, Zi Ziyu has been so famous that he has almost surpassed Ziyou and chased Ziyin. There are only four people in the Holy Gome, and no matter how ordinary the warrior is, he has been known for a long time. These soldiers are all subordinates of Yao Chonghua, and naturally they know his status.

Mi Ziyu shook his head slowly and walked calmly through the crowd.

There was a calm behind him. It was not until he went out for a long time that the captain dared to stand up and ordered him to continue his journey.

Zi Ziyu doesn't know where these witches will be expelled and what their final fate will be. He was not interested. The closer he got to Fengju Yumen, the more his heart was raised: Fengju Yumen has now fallen into the hands of Mi Ziyin. What kind of fate will it be?

He doesn't know the art of prophecy and can't predict his future.

The situation is not clear. The best strategy is to return to the Dongsheng Palace and watch the changes in his base camp. The young man is dead and has no backing. He breaks into the hidden territory so boldly. If he wants to unify the door, he is very likely to kill himself on the spot.

However, there are dangers and opportunities in chaos. No matter how powerful a person is, when his foothold is unstable, it is often his most vulnerable time. When Mi Ziyin stands firm and reaches a strong alliance with Yao Chonghua, he can only bow down forever.

"I'm not reconciled!" Mi Ziyu secretly told himself.

He took a deep breath, and a calm indifference appeared on his face, and walked to Fengju Yumen step by step.

The pool under the Fuxi Bridge has already been cleaned up. The rock boulder that fell during Siyou's bombing has been transformed by the earth magic power to build a temporary hall. Although it is extremely simple, it is also magnificent.

Yao Chonghua and Mi Ziyin sit side by side on the main position, and the distribution of power is also quite interesting. On the left is the master of the Yu clan, and on the right is the high position of the Qumen. Yu Wuji and Mi Ziyou sit at the top respectively.

The disciples of Mi Ziyin, Mi Xu and Chu Xin were kneeling in front of him, and the two of them lowered their heads without saying a word. The eyes behind the hidden mask sparkled with anger and were scolding them: "You are really rice buckets! We have been operating the Yanhuang Temple for decades, and it has been broken by Wu Xian within three days. You still have the face to come to see me!"

Mi Xu said with a sad face, "Master, you are not in the imperial hill. No one in the temple is the opponent of Wu Xian's woman!" Originally, with the strength of the temple, it was not as bad as them, so that they didn't lose so badly, but among those who attacked us, there were many element masters. The two of us really couldn't resist and fought out of the siege, just to report to the master. If we make such a mistake, we dare not survive. Please punish us!"

Yao Chonghua and others couldn't help sighing.

It turned out that not long after Yumen Peak was broken, Ziyin was worried about Wu Xian's revenge, so he sent Mixu and Chuixin back to Diqiu and sit in the Yanhuang Temple. Unexpectedly, as soon as Wu Xian heard the news that Taiwu was forced to die, he immediately sent someone to block the imperial hill and attack the Yanhuang Temple. Unexpectedly, he occupied the base camp of Ziyin.

At the same time, Wu Xian searched for the witches in Diqiu and threatened that as long as the witches dared to slaughter the witches, she would burn all the witches to death. Mi Zi's head was extremely big. He not only felt sorry for his base camp, but also worried about the frustration of his authority. He didn't know whether he should declare war on Wu Xian. He really suffered a lot in the past three days.

"Holy Sage," Yao Chonghua sighed and said with a wry smile, "Don't say, Di Yao must have supported Wu Xian in the dark, and it's no wonder that the Lord can't resist. That's it. Let's plan in detail!"

Mi Ziyin also knew that he was at a loss. At the beginning, when he heard that Si You had come to Fengju Yumen, he knew that there was an advantage to take advantage. He immediately put aside the matter of Diqiu and rushed to Fengju Yumen with a secret beard and a letter. Now he has got what he wants and has Fengju Yumen, but his Yanhuang Temple has been lost.

"I don't know what kind of strategy you have?" The son asked implicitly.

"Nowadays, the key to victory is not the battle, but the victory or defeat on the battlefield." Yao Chonghua said lightly, "We have dug out the roots of Wumen. They have even lost Yumen Peak and lost their prestige in the wilderness. As long as we can win in the battlefield of Dayu Mountain, not to mention a Yanhuang Temple, even the imperial hill will fall into our hands. At that time, they lost the imperial hill, and also lost the ability to sacrifice to the wilderness, and there was no longer a foothold in the wilderness.

He was refreshed and knew that he would rely on these ambitious people with an army at this time. He hurriedly said, "So, Jun, how can we defeat Di Yao on the battlefield?"

"Your Majesty," Xun Gao suddenly said. He was wearing a soft silk robe, and his furry chest was exposed, and his body was full of scars. He shouted angrily: "At this time, Shaoqiu is being attacked by Jiang Chong and Ji Li. At this time, we send troops and beat him unexpectedly, and we can just annihilate him in one fell swoop!" Just to raise the spirit of our army!"

"What about after destroying Shaoqiu?" Yao Chonghua asked with a smile.

"Then we only have Di Yao left." Xun Gao said, "I would like to take the lead and go south to the imperial hill!"

"Alas," Yao Chonghua looked at him and sighed gently, "Lord Xingao, although Shaoqiu killed thousands of people in our army, the hatred is as deep as the sea. But after destroying Shaoqiu, we will face the attack of Di Yao, who will mobilize all his strength to fight against us. We only have 5,000 people in our hands at this time. Well, I will transfer 30,000 troops from Puhan to you. Are you sure to defeat Di Yao?

Xun Gao smiled bitterly: "Thirty-five thousand people... If you defeat Jiang Chong and Ji Li's 40,000 people, your subordinates will still have seven points of certainty, but... if you attack the imperial hill, I'm afraid 100,000 people can't do it."

"Yes!" Yao Chonghua smiled and said, "In that case, the best result is that we and Di Yao compete under the city of Diqiu. When both sides are exhausted, either go down to the east, or Xia Kun go north to pick up the fruit of the victory.

Xun Gao was stunned and nodded slowly: "You are far-sighted, but your subordinates only focus on tactics and are ashamed."

Yao Chonghua said, "Your Excellency is a peerless famous general. He was born in the battlefield and fought bravely to kill the enemy. He only pursues the victory of the war. Naturally, he is not as forward-looking as I am."

Yu Wuji and others laughed. Xingao was muffled and said secretly, "In the eyes of these conspirators, the big shield on the battlefield is really naive."

At this time, a man outside the hall hurried in and said a few words in his ear, and his face changed.

"What's the matter?" Yao Chonghua is strange.

Mi Ziyin smiled slowly: "Ziyu is back." He turned to look at Mi Ziyou and said with a smile, "Brother, Ziyu has always had a good relationship with you. As soon as he comes back, you must be happy, right?"