Chapter 969 Yin Yang Mountain Ghost, destroying the universe!

"Array up!"

The three hundred Qiankun Guards instantly formed a Bagua formation, and the hexagrams on their armor flowed and shone in the moonlight.

Si Yunzhang drew his two swords, and Mo Yunzhui neighed loudly as he stood up. His front hooves stomped heavily on the thin ice that had frozen on the river bank, and the swords glowed with a faint golden light. This was the unique "miasma-breaking" property of the Qiankun twin swords.

Wherever the sword light passed, the fog dissipated like melting snow in spring, but new fog seeped out from the surface of the river.

Before he could finish his words, bursts of flute sounds suddenly came from the depths of the river, sobbing and crying, which startled the warhorse so much that it neighed and stood up.

"Protect the prince!"

Si Yunzhang drew his two swords, and the sword lights were like silver dragons exploring the sea. However, the flute sounds seemed to confuse people's minds. Several guards suddenly turned their horses around and slashed at their companions with their swords.

At the same time, countless black shadows suddenly emerged from the river surface, and countless killers in black night clothes broke out of the water!

"Nine Palaces Maze?"

Si Yunzhang touched the ground with the tip of his sword, and his internal energy penetrated into the rock layer, causing the ground to tremble.

"Hehehe, General Si has good eyesight."

A sinister laugh came from the other side of the river, and five dark shadows were hanging upside down like bats on a dead tree beside the river.

The leader wore a black robe embroidered with the Big Dipper, and held a bronze lamp with seven faint green phosphorescent flames dancing on it.

"Yin Yang Family - Mountain Ghost!"

Si Yunzhang's pupils suddenly shrank. This elder of the Yin-Yang School had been famous for thirty years. It was rumored that he could use the art of disaster relief. In the battle between the Daqian Dynasty and the Mobei grassland, he used the "Five Ghosts Bringing Wealth Technique" to destroy the food supply of the 100,000-strong army of the Longyao tribe.

"General Si, please hand over the prince."

The mountain ghost flicked the wick, and the phosphorescent flame suddenly surged.

"Stop letting these guys suffer the pain of the Seven Star Soul Refining."

Before he finished speaking, hundreds of Kongming lanterns suddenly lit up on both sides of the river, with strange symbols painted on the lanterns.

Si Yunzhang only felt his feet sink, and black slime began to seep out of the ground. The foul and evil aura penetrated straight into his bones.

"Start the battle!"

The seven-star lantern in the mountain ghost's hand became brighter, and the Big Dipper above his head seemed to be moved by an invisible hand. Seven rays of starlight pierced through the clouds like sharp swords and landed accurately on the Kongming lantern array.

In an instant, both sides of the entire river were covered in green light, and the mucus on the ground turned into countless black hands, which grabbed the guards' ankles and dragged them underground.

"The universe is boundless!"

Si Yunzhang's two swords danced into a curtain of light, and the hexagrams pointed out by the sword tips collided with the starlight, exploding into flames all over the sky.

At this moment, the Mo Yunzhui horse under his mount suddenly neighed loudly, and tears and blood oozed from its eyes - the mountain ghost actually used the power of the "Sky Crying Star" to cause the beast to go crazy!
“Protect the prince!”

Si Yunzhang jumped into the air from the horse's back, then pulled out the red silk beside the saddle with his backhand.

This red silk is made of Tianshan ice silk. It will not burn when it comes into contact with fire and will not be soaked by water. However, at this moment, under the urging of his inner energy, it turned into a fire dragon, burning all the evil hands approaching the prince.

"You guys will escort the prince, I will go and break the formation!"

Hong Ling rolled the prince into the hands of the deputy general, and then the two swords in Si Yunzhang's hands danced into a light curtain. The sound of the flute stopped suddenly wherever he passed, but the black-clad assassins surrounding him were obviously specially selected experts. Each of them had an erratic figure and was as elusive as a ghost.

At the same time, deep in the river, a figure next to the Moon Goddess, also dressed as the elder of the Yin-Yang School, was holding a black iron flute, and the sound of the flute was sometimes high and sometimes low.

He looked at Si Yunzhang who was rushing around in the formation, and a look of regret flashed in his eyes.

"Such a loyal and brave man, it's a pity that he chose the wrong lord."

As he spoke, he flicked his fingertips and twelve bronze mirrors rose from the surface of the river. Twelve red-gold beams of light shot out from the mirrors, trapping Si Yunzhang inside.

"Qian Kun Breaking Formation Technique!"

Si Yunzhang crossed his two swords, and purple-green sword energy burst out from the sword tips, but the beam of light was like a solid wall, which made his palms numb.

At the same time, the river water suddenly boiled, seven bronze nails broke through the water, and the nail talismans weaved into a light net in the night sky.

Si Yunzhang swung his sword and cut off three of them, but saw the remaining four nailed towards the carriage where the prince was.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he flew out like a roc spreading its wings, but he suddenly froze when he touched the curtain.

A bronze nail had been driven into the back of his neck at some point!
The pain was like a thunderclap. Countless illusions flashed before Si Yunzhang's eyes: the palace of Qiandu collapsed in the fire, the flags of the Yellow Turban Army were planted all over the city walls, and the clearest thing was the young prince kneeling in front of Meng Zhang, holding the jade seal in his hands... "No!"

He roared and swung his sword to cut off the nails. Blood gushed out like a fountain, but the Yin-Yang family's spell had already penetrated into his meridians. He staggered and grabbed the shaft of the carriage, and saw the prince being carried out of the carriage by a man in black.

"Put him down!"

Si Yunzhang forced himself to condense his true energy, and his two swords drew the trajectory of the Big Dipper. The sword light poured down like the Milky Way, but the man in black blocked the prince in front of him, and Si Yunzhang's two swords stopped abruptly three inches away from the child's throat.

"General Si, I'm sorry."

The man in black pulled off his veil, revealing to be a Luowang Earth-level killer!
"This boy is of noble status, I'm afraid he can't meet up with Grand Tutor Gu!"

The prince in his arms suddenly opened his mouth, but the voice that came out was that of a middle-aged man.

Si Yunzhang felt a sweet and fishy taste in his throat. He saw that the remaining Qiankun Guards were being held back by the starry light net and the black-clad assassins who were everywhere in the sky. The river water had turned scarlet.

"Prince..."

Before the last bit of clarity was dissipated by the spell, he heard his own voice echoing in the night sky.

……

Three days later, at Qianling County Camp.

"Grandmaster, the scouts encountered a severely injured Qiankun Guard!"

Gu Changqing was discussing the deployment of troops with Tan Mengjun in the central military camp when suddenly a scout came to report.

The guard who was carried in was covered in blood, and the green light of the Yin-Yang family talisman on his armor had not yet dissipated.

"The... the prince... was..."

He grabbed Gu Changqing's sleeve tremblingly and fainted before he could finish his words.

Gu Changqing’s face turned pale instantly.

"But Si Yunzhang's tribe?"

Tan Mengjun stood up suddenly.

"Exactly."

"They said... they were ambushed by the Yin-Yang family. General Si was seriously injured and dying. The prince... is missing."

The scout presented the blood-stained Qiankun Dragon and Phoenix swords.

There was dead silence in the tent.

When Su Ye rushed over after hearing the news, he saw Gu Changqing clutching the sword with his knuckles turning white. The old general's eyes were slightly moist, but he looked up at the ceiling of the tent and forced back the tears.

"Duke Su."

"Do you have any members of the Yin-Yang School under your command?"

Gu Changqing's voice sounded like it had been tempered by ice.

"Why do you say that, Grand Master? The Yin-Yang School has long been in the world...Now, there are disciples of the Yin-Yang School all over the world."

Su Ye's heart moved, but his face showed just the right amount of surprise.

"The curse mark on the guard's armor is exactly the same as the one on the assassin when the previous emperor was assassinated!"

"Could you please give me an explanation, Duke?"

Gu Changqing turned around, his eyes bloodshot. He suddenly approached Su Ye, and the bloody smell from his battle robe hit his face.

Su Ye took a half step back, and on the side, the hand in Jingwei's sleeve had already pressed on the hilt of Jingwei's sword.

"Grandmaster! The Yellow Turban Army has captured Qiandu! Meng Zhang personally led an army of 200,000..."

Suddenly, there was the sound of hurried horse hooves outside the tent, followed by Si Yan's exclamation.

Gu Changqing's whole body trembled, and all his doubts were dispersed by the war at this moment. He refocused his eyes on the sand table, as if he wanted to carve the fate of the entire Daqian into his pupils.

(End of this chapter)