Kyoto, Hengmen Mountain.

Because Kyoto has no danger to defend, Hengmen Mountain is the last gateway to defend the capital.

At the foot of the mountain, two densely packed military camps confronted each other by a river. The 33,000-strong Western-Korean Army led by Chiyo Fujiwara, and 25,000-strong Eastern** led by Yukima Ito, who was nicknamed "Tiger of the East".

Because of King Izumo's proclamation to fight against the bandits, he occupied the title of the Great Yi, and the Fujiwara family was greatly promoted, and they all brought surrenders and rebels all the way, and their military power increased instead of decreasing.

However, although the Higashinomi Hei family's army was slightly less, it was well-equipped. Ito Yuma is also a top-notch general. The camp was extremely solid and Chiyo Fujiwara could not conquer it for a long time, forming a stalemate.

"It's not good..."

On a hill, Taoist Changqin looked at this scene and couldn't help but look moved.

This is not necessary for spiritual eyes to see the energy. At first glance, the West** has won many battles, but in fact it is the Fujiwara family who has launched a strike. The army is out, and the daily food and grass consumption is not small.

However, Dong** is in the family. The Pingshi reigned for many years and the foundation of the rule is still stable. The most important thing is that the transportation line is short, the accumulation is abundant, and there is no fear of consumption.

If the stalemate continues like this, once the Western Army's spirit is exhausted or the food route is cut off, there may be a big defeat!

At that time, the army will definitely be defeated, not only will it be spit out if you swallow it, but even the territory of the family may not be able to be kept.

If at that time, as the representative of the "Fulong Courtyard" who went down the mountain, the fate would be absolutely terrible.

"Yoma Ito is a general, a veteran... so he has time to make up for his spare time. The Fujiwara family seems to be cooking oil with fire, but has little foundation... and cannot be defeated! What, what..."

Even if it is a real person of the Yuanshen, who can perform the military skills in front of the army, if there are hundreds or even thousands of people, Chang Qin can easily take the general's head.

But this is a battle of tens of thousands! The two sides superimposed, and the military power is 50,000 or 60,000! It also concerns the fate of Izumo. I don’t know how many gods are watching in secret.

His little soul, even if he has the treasure "Three Mountain Seal", could not make any waves.

Unless he is a great master at the peak of You Shen Yu Qi, or even a celestial master who calls the wind and rain, he may forcefully interfere.

Of course, those who practice Taoism should take it naturally. Even if they have this ability, they may not be willing to go into trouble.

Most real people choose to follow the situation so as not to get rid of the way of heaven and suffer disasters.

Taoist Changqin is a worldly person with less restrictions, but he dare not do such as assassination of a general. However, there are many more battlefields in the world, and there are still many battlefields in the world.

"I have secretly seen this Ito Yuma, although I have the weapon of a general, but I do not have the life span of a general. Now I can still be active. I must have some protection! Look at my Taoism!"

At this time, he silently used the method of Yingzhou Pavilion, and a shiny light flashed in his eyes. In front of him, a general with thick eyebrows and wide ears, full of red, and awe-inspiring spirit appeared.

Roar!

Just as Taoist Changqin wanted to take a closer look, there was a red air lingering, forming a giant tiger, and pounceing on it.

"The fate of Qi numbers and fate backfire?"

Such people with deep foundations have their own destiny. If you look at them rashly, you will inevitably cause backlash.

Not to mention, Yukima Ito is still the general manager of Tok**, with a strong fortune and a different one.

But Taoist Changqin came prepared and a small seal appeared on his hand, and he held it gently.

The seal is bright yellow all over, with a pure and clear color, just like a paste, and the seal is a tiger. At this time, a light flashed and the shadow of the three mountains appeared. It was the "Three Mountain Seal" of Yingzhou Pavilion's heavy treasure.

The red tiger hit the three mountains, causing the three mountains seals to tremble continuously.

However, Taoist Changqin looked overjoyed, and his eyes looked through the shadow of the general and saw the foundation inside: "The power of Qinghai is emerging. In addition, there are several Mao Gods who are also protecting this person's martial fortune?"

This is already the limit. After the Taoist Changqin took over the Taoist Dharma, the Chihu roared unwillingly and disappeared.

The Three Mountain Seal also restrained its light and fell into his palm without showing any spiritual response.

"Qinghai Daquan is now the ancestor of the Hei clan. His divine power is almost the fourth rank, and I cannot fight against it... But the other gods can be destroyed and weakened Ito Yuma's aura!"

Taoist Changqin sneered and made a decision.

The foundation of the Qinghai power is in the Pingjia County, which is extremely profound and almost has the position of marquis. In other words, it can be covered by the Divine Realm in the Day and reverse the Yin and Yang universe, which is a real power.

Even if the head of Yingzhou Pavilion encounters it, you have to think about it.

But the other gods did not have so many concerns.

Together, they increased Yukima Ito's aura. Although the power of Kiyoshi Kiyoshi is now the big one, if it can weaken the remaining few companies, it can also make Ito Yukima's martial fortune unstable.

During the war, a slight gap may become a factor that affects the outcome.

...

Shinomiya Shrine.

The drizzle is slightly cool and the mist is misty.

In front of the red torii with the shape of "Kai", Dao Ren Changqin, each with a sword, held an oil-paper umbrella and moved forward slowly.

As the "gate", Torii represents the dividing line between the divine realm and the secular world, followed by stone steps and a long section of the Taoist temple.

"Taoist?"

In the past, before the Kagura Temple where the witches danced, several white-robed priests and samurai stared at the visitors: "You are not here to worship! Why do you violate the sacred realm?"

"You said it was the divine realm, this is the divine realm? It's really ridiculous!"

Taoist Changqin slowly pulled out three-foot Qingfeng: "Today...those who blocked me will die!"

"This is... what a blasphemy! How arrogant!"

The chief priest trembled with anger: "Where is the temple guardian? Kill this sinner who despises God for me!"

"ha!"

Next to him, several warriors had already been angry and rushed forward with their swords.

puff!

Taoist Changqin stabbed out with a sword, like a famous artist splashing ink, drawing red plums on the ground: "Even a swordsman... Ivy life, you are really degenerate!"

The Ivy is the god worshipped by the Shigu Shrine and the ancestor of Ito Yuma.

Although Yingzhou Pavilion had an agreement with the Izumo royal family and was recognized by the local Shinto, there were many gods in the Izumo Kingdom. At that time, only the leading forces were leading the contract, and many gods, or monsters were not within this range.

What's more, when it comes to this kind of dragon competition, even if you have an appointment before and are blocked on the road, you will have to kill it with one sword!

Daoist Changqin was pushed on this road and died without success. How could he have any concerns?

Although... this is his own choice.

His sword protruded and he did not hesitate to kill the priest and the witch, and passed through the Kagura Temple and came to the main hall of the shrine.

This is the place where the statues of gods are placed, and it is also the foundation of the life of Ivy.

"Stop this madman!"

“It’s time to sacrifice yourself for God!”

The faith taught by many years made a group of priests and witches tremble, but they still stood in front of Taoist Changqin.

"Didn't you... hear me?"

Taoist Changqin put away the oil-paper umbrella and slowly walked through the crowd: "Those who block me will die!"

Puff!

Behind him, blood flowers bloomed, with a sad and beautiful smell, just like cherry blossoms dissipated and withered.

Open the door and go straight to the hall.

The light in the hall was dim, and the ritual instruments on the sacrificial table and the ritual vessels on it kept trembling, falling to the ground one by one.

"Ivy life... are you afraid?"

Taoist Changqin smiled: "Although there is rain at this time, it is considered as midday. You seem to have not yet cultivated to a powerful state, but you can manifest it in the daytime..."

Any god is a member of the Yin God, and the power of the divine god is greatly reduced under the blue sky and white sun.

The Changqin Taoist held the three mountain seals in his hand, and his eyes were bright and bright.

A warrior in arms walked down and sank into the body of a samurai who had originally fallen to the ground.

The warrior stood up crookedly, letting out a wild roar like a wolf or a tiger, and a scarlet light appeared in his eyes.

"Taoist, if you dare to violate my forbidden land, you will be punished without forgiveness!"

A detailed and dense sentence came from the warrior's mouth, which was somewhat similar to the sound of a snake's hiss, which made people feel numb when they heard it.

"What else can I say when the two armies are fighting, and each is their own master?"

The Taoist Changqin pointed his sword at the warrior and smiled it.

"kill!"

The warrior slowly put his sword into the sheath, like a wolf, crawling on the ground with his limbs, constantly circling around the Taoist Changqin.

Suddenly, he let out a roar, his body suddenly stretched out, his hands were lying down, and he opened his bloody mouth and bit it.

The sword tip of the Changqin Taoist trembled, and the warrior had already touched several points to kill the slaying point, but the other party seemed to have not realized it and bit Changqin's throat.

When his body retreated, he flew back like willow catkins blown by the wind, with a graceful posture and a chic look: "It's not my own body, so don't you care about it? Three Mountain Seals!"

Changqin held the seal in his left hand and was on the sword. The sword immediately buzzed, emitting a clear light of about an inch long. The tip of the sword soared by two inches, stretching like a snake letter.

If this scene is seen by some people in the martial arts world, I don’t know how many chins will be shocked.
To be continued...