The clan witch under his command spoke tremblingly, and a deep sense of powerlessness arose in Mu Jiaoman's heart. Jia Nixi, who was still at the front line of Boring Gold Gate, remained silent, which made Mu Jiaoman deeply afraid.

"I don't care what he is!"

Mu Jiao said coldly:

"Either he dies or I die."

He spent the whole night inquiring about the location of the witches in the Great Wu Mountain, and offered women and spiritual objects many items. One of the witches was actually moved and said he was willing to take action.

Mu Jiaoman's letter was brought to the front line by Daying, and was brought back by Daying again. Jia Nixi only replied to him with ten words:

"Okay, either he dies or you die."

With trembling hands and feet, Mu Jiaoman gathered all the clan witches in Dajueting, loaded the women and spiritual creatures in a cart with the children of Li family blood whom the witch had asked to be captured, and headed towards Wushan at full speed.

On the road, there were actually some people who happily held Shan Yue's head in front of them to claim credit, saying that this was Li Xiangping. Mu Jiaoman was so angry that he almost couldn't help but beat him to death.

"Damn it, what kind of monster is this?"

Mu Jiaoman sat in a daze on the cart, but heard someone shouting softly outside:

"Commander! Commander! Wushan is here!"

Mu Jiaoman got out of the car, saw the jade steps made of white jade in front of him, tremblingly took off his shoes, and went up the mountain barefoot.

It was pitch black along the way, with the mountain wind howling and the owl shouting. The scorched wood man did not dare to raise his head and counted silently in his mind. After walking one thousand six hundred and twenty-two steps, he saw a large platform.

The jade can be judged by its light.

Mu Jiaoman fell to his knees with a plop and saw a dozen figures sitting on the jade platform reflected on the ground. They were all dressed in gorgeous clothes and looked like strangers.

"This is the general. Please tell me what happened."

The sentence above came out coldly, and Mu Jiaoman quickly said the words he had memorized all night, and heard a scream like a whisper from the left and right.

"What's going on! Do you want us to take care of mortal affairs?"

"What do you know? If you mess up Master's plan, just wait to be eaten!"

"Hmph, these people are really useless, they can't even handle the fetal breath realm!"

Mu Jiaoman's head was pressed tightly against the ground, not daring to say a word. Finally, the person in charge spoke:

"Since none of you brothers are willing to take action, let's use a spell to get rid of the problem and save yourself an extra trip."

A voice suddenly asked from below:

"Master once said that you and I are not allowed to cast spells to interfere with the process on the ground. Senior brother... you still have to be careful!"

"It doesn't matter."

The man in charge shook his head and replied:

"This person is not Shanyue. Moreover, among many spells, the incantation technique is the safest and will never have any impact. It is impossible for that person to have learned the incantation technique, nor can he kill any monsters with the incantation."

The person who asked the question nodded and ordered:

"Bring up those sacrifices!"

Then several monsters with black fur, fat as pigs, and stupid monsters were lifted up. The vigorous momentum on their bodies was actually at the peak of Qi training. Mu Jiaoman saw the thick thick skin on the hands and hooves of the monster from the reflection on the ground.

The cocoon and the horizontal stripes on the body represent slaves, secretly curious:

"Why do we draw horizontal stripes on monsters..."

Before Mu Jiaoman could think clearly, the ground in front of him suddenly shook. The jade stone in the center of the platform suddenly moved, opening up a huge circular pit. He looked down and saw that it was filled with boiling blood and floating human bones.

"Curse to mutilate, curse to fool, or curse to kill?"

Someone spoke on the left, and then I heard the person on the top say softly:

"If you don't worry, I'd better kill him with a curse."

The man nodded and performed a few spells, then slowly spoke in a hoarse voice:

"I pray to Xuanming Zhenglu that there are foreign troops and rebels, evil ghosts and monsters, threatening the lives of my subordinates... I respectfully request Zhenglu's teaching, but his eyes have turned into bones and his body has been drained of flesh and blood..."

Mu Jiaoman was dumbfounded as he listened, and his emotions suddenly became inexplicably complicated. There has always been a tradition in Shanyue where military clans fight against each other and the curses cannot be used. He deeply despised his artificial and despicable methods, and comforted himself in his heart.

.

"He is a stranger."

The boy who was born of the Li family had his head cut off, and the blood flowed into the pool. The pig-like monster struggled in the blood pool, fluttering blood flowers. Mu Jiaoman smelled the strong smell of blood, and suddenly thought of him.

The day when the rebellion broke out with King Jianixi.

They killed the king, who was also a fat pig, and distributed a warehouse full of grain. Seeing the people cheering and jumping for joy, Jia Nixi burst into laughter. He was so scared that he asked Jia Nixi why he started the uprising.

Jia Nixi sat astride a big horse, pointed his long whip at the cheering Shanyue people, and laughed and said:

"For the people."

Now that the northern foothills have been leveled, Jianixi is still fighting endlessly outside. There are already 10,000 refugees outside the Dajue court. The Mujiao barbarians are struggling on both sides. They don't understand how Li Xiangping managed to raise such a huge army in the enemy's territory.

"Your Majesty, is there any meaning to all this..."

He closed his eyes slightly, not daring to cry, and his legs trembled. For the first time, he anticipated the true nature of things earlier than his king.
Chapter completed!