Chapter 696: Stealing the artifact openly!

"My dear friend from Longcheng, please don't be anxious. I know what to do."

"This Wanyan brat is quite capable. He wields the Soul-Slaying Divine Sword with such vigor that I can't defeat him for the time being."

Ancestor Hongyun laughed loudly, and his figure appeared beside Murong Longcheng in an instant like a ghost. He patted his shoulder gently and said with a smile.

Tuoba Fenglei heard this from the side. Although he was dissatisfied, he could only grit his teeth. Lightning flashed brightly around him and he threw a punch. The sound of wind and thunder was deafening, and it collided with Wanyan Cangyue's sword light again. Amid the roar, the two men retreated several steps each.

At this moment, Patriarch Hongyun flashed and came to the side of Priest Buku and Shaman Hezhe. He waved his sleeves and a soft but powerful true energy gushed out.

He simply rolled up the artifacts in the hands of the two men and put them into his pocket. His movements were so fast that no one noticed.

The whole process went smoothly without any sense of drag. By the time everyone reacted, the two shamanism artifacts had fallen into the hands of Patriarch Hongyun.

Murong Longcheng, Tuoba Fenglei and others were all stunned when they saw this.

Although they knew that Patriarch Hongyun had a high level of cultivation, they did not expect that he could seize two divine artifacts in such public.

On the other side, Wanyan Cangyue took advantage of the opportunity when Ancestor Hongyun left, endured the pain, retreated violently, and a blood mist suddenly burst out of his body. Under the gaze of everyone, he instantly disappeared into the night.

It was obvious that some forbidden technique was used that required a large amount of essence and blood.

After all, he also realized that if he didn't run away, he would probably have to stay here with the old monster Hongyun Ancestor, who was at the half-step limit of the heavenly being.

"Senior, you..."

Murong Longcheng and Tuoba Fenglei looked at each other, their eyes full of helplessness and shock.

"This is a shamanic artifact. I think it has some meaning. When I return to the Central Plains to study it, I may gain something."

Patriarch Hongyun chuckled and showed the bronze mirror and magic staff in his hand to everyone.

The Venerable Prajna Samsara and the Arhat Monk looked at each other and both shook their heads and smiled bitterly.

Although they are high-ranking monks of Tantric Buddhism, they are obviously not qualified enough and are helpless when facing an old monster-level existence like the Red Cloud Ancestor.

Murong Longcheng looked at Tuoba Feng and others, with complex emotions flashing in their eyes.

They knew that although Patriarch Hongyun's words were light, his attitude had actually been made clear: he was determined to obtain these two artifacts.

Moreover, with their strength, they were indeed unable to take it back from the hands of the Red Cloud Ancestor.

"In that case, Long Cheng would like to thank you for your help."

Murong Longcheng took a deep breath, suppressed the dissatisfaction and unwillingness in his heart, and bowed to express his gratitude.

It is definitely not a wise move for the Xianbei Alliance to turn against Patriarch Hongyun and even Cangzhou behind him at this moment.

"Senior, we will always remember your kindness."

Tuoba Fenglei had no choice but to follow suit and bow. Although he felt aggrieved, he still had to put on a grateful look.

Ancestor Hongyun laughed loudly, and his body swayed again, returning to his original position, as if nothing had happened just now.

He glanced across the battlefield and saw that Wanyan Cangyue had taken the opportunity to escape the encirclement. He nodded secretly in his heart: "This kid is quite capable."

On the battlefield, the situation was changing rapidly. The fierce battle just now seemed to be just an episode. Now, with Wanyan Cangyue's escape, the battle gradually subsided. Although Murong Longcheng, Tuoba Fenglei and the two old monks of the Esoteric Sect were dissatisfied with the actions of the Red Cloud Patriarch, they could only swallow their anger due to his powerful strength and Cangzhou's background.

Today, the Xianbei Alliance still has to rely on Cangzhou to have a chance to compete with the Jurchen Alliance.

Therefore, now they can't afford to offend the people of Cangzhou.

"Everyone, although we were not able to completely annihilate the enemy in today's battle, we did inflict heavy damage on the main force of the Jurchen Shamanism, which can be considered a small victory."

"Let us take a break and then make plans. We will make sure that our Xianbei people will remain standing on this land!"

Looking at the battlefield that suddenly became silent, Murong Longcheng took a deep breath and slowly spoke to break the silence.

Upon hearing this, Tuoba Fenglei and others nodded. Although they were still unwilling, Murong Longcheng's words aroused their fighting spirit.

Then everyone turned their attention to the Buku Priest and Hezhe Shaman, who had their artifacts taken away and were abandoned by Wanyan Cangyue, and they finally felt a little comforted.

Although Mingwangzun, a great Tantric monk of heavenly level, was killed this time, the two celestial-level shamans of Jurchen Shamanism were also saved, and Wanyan Cangyue, the great shaman of Jurchen Shamanism, was also severely injured.

In general, except for the fact that the Tantric Sect was a little unhappy this time, the Xianbei Alliance did not actually suffer a loss.

While the big moves were taking place on the grassland, the army from Hengzhou that was heading south to Wuzhou also officially began to set off.

The spring sunshine gently shines on the land of Hengzhou, covering the army about to go to war with a layer of golden battle robe.

The 50,000-strong army marching south to Wuzhou slowly gathered in the morning light, with flags flying, and the sound of horse hooves and the whispers of the soldiers interweaving into a passionate war song.

Xue Rengui, the general who currently serves as the commander-in-chief of the three armies in Hengzhou, is wearing white armor and a white robe behind his back. He holds a Panlong Fangtian Ji in his hand and rides a flawless Tianshan white jade horse as he stands in the center of the army.

"Comrades, today we are ordered to march south, our target is Wuzhou, south of Hengzhou!"

"The Yellow Turban Army in Wuzhou is in turmoil right now. This is a great opportunity for us to expand our territory and establish our cause. We should put it down with a thunderous force!"

Xue Rengui's voice was deep and powerful, penetrating the morning mist and reaching the hearts of every soldier.

As Xue Rengui finished his words, the soldiers roared and the weapons in their hands collided with each other, making crisp sounds.

And in the vanguard army, Wu Qi, the second sage of military strategists, was also leading his 10,000 elite soldiers, preparing to set off first.

Wu Qi was wearing a battle robe and a long sword hung at his waist. Although his face had begun to look a little old, his eyes revealed a sense of vicissitudes of life.

He never thought that after living in mediocrity and wasting more than ten years, he would be leading an army and acting as a vanguard not long after arriving in Cangzhou.

This was like a dream to him, who had just graduated from the military, had no military achievements, and was eager to achieve success and become famous.

The vanguard army's 7,000 infantry and 3,000 cavalry may seem too small considering the Yellow Turban Army's current strength of hundreds of thousands.

But for Wu Qi, every soldier was an elite he carefully selected. These elites served as the cornerstone of this invincible vanguard force in his eyes.

Even if this troop continues to remain under his command in the future and he continues to fight, this troop will meet his expectations under his training in the future.

Then, it is possible that the volume of military formations that he had wasted more than ten years studying in the military field could be manifested in this army.

By that time, he had already thought of the future name of this unit, which would be Hengwu Zu!

In the future, under the command of the lord, I may be able to compete with Taoist soldiers like the White Horse Volunteers and the Iron Buddha!
(End of this chapter)