Chapter 580 Blood Rain [Please give me a monthly ticket! ]

"Killing people is not the right path..."

When Wu Mengshan returned to the Envoy's Building, he muttered these words, looking aggrieved, as if he had been greatly insulted.

The envoys from other tribes looked at him with suspicion, wondering how Elder Wu had been insulted in front of the envoy from the Yin Kingdom?
Someone asked cautiously, "Elder Wu, King Ding Gou invited you to dinner, right?"

What I mean is, I'm not forcing you to eat anything extraordinary, right?

"Don't worry, everyone." Seeing everyone's worried expressions, Wu Mengshan said, "The matter has been settled. Jiang Zhenye has promised me that no matter what Huanshen Peak and Canglong Tribe do, he will not doubt our seven tribes' determination to negotiate peace."

"Um..." Someone pointed upstairs, "Princess Yushi has arrived. Would Elder Wu like to meet her?"

"Rain Master?" Elder Wu frowned, "What is she doing here?"

The Canglong tribe has clearly stated that it will not participate in the peace talks, and Elder Wu is even prepared to sell more of the Canglong tribe's interests to the Yin Kingdom as a condition for peace talks.

If she arrives suddenly, things will be a little difficult to handle.

Of course, what Wu Mengshan was most worried about was that Princess Yushi would hinder the peace talks.

"She said she came here in secret and the Yin people don't know about it. Elder Wu, you should go and meet her." Several envoys from other tribes pointed the way very obediently.

The Canglong tribe is the most powerful tribe in Jiuyang, and they have always hidden behind the Canglong tribe when facing external forces.

When the seven tribes formed an alliance, the Fire Snake Tribe was the strongest among the seven tribes, and they hid behind the Fire Snake Tribe.

Elder Wu felt angry when he saw this group of irresponsible allies, but there was nothing he could do. He just waved his sleeves and went upstairs.

In the hall on the second floor, with red carpet and brown wood partitions, Princess Yushi, dressed in white and with a veil over her face, was sitting there sipping tea. She looked calm and gentle, without any of the anxiety that her tribe should have experienced after a great defeat and the Khan was captured.

Perhaps the capture of the Khan of the Canglong tribe was a good opportunity for her...

As Wu Mengshan came up, Princess Yushi frowned slightly, "What's that smell? Did Elder Wu just go to the toilet?"

"No." Wu Mengshan shook his head, unwilling to talk about what had just happened. He just asked, "Didn't the Canglong tribe say that they would not participate in the peace talks? Princess Yushi is coming here this time to go back on her word?"

"No, the Canglong tribe will not participate in this peace talk because we will only participate in the negotiations after victory." Princess Yushi did not bother about the smell, gently covered her nose, and then said in a gentle tone: "I came here to remind Elder Wu to make a choice."

"What choice?" Wu Mengshan looked at her intently.

"If the seven tribes of you decide to unite and make peace with the Yin Kingdom, you will be regarded as an enemy by the Canglong Tribe." Princess Yushi said calmly, "In the next war, you will suffer the same blow as the Yin Army."

"What do you mean?" Wu Mengshan raised his eyebrows, "Do you want to continue fighting?"

Princess Yushi ignored him completely and continued, "When the negotiations begin tomorrow morning, it will rain in the Yin army. You can wait until the rain falls before making a decision."

Wu Mengshan looked deeply at the woman in front of him, feeling confused and doubtful. Who gave her such confidence?

……

The weather in Yangtu is bad and unpredictable.

There was still sandstorm yesterday, but this morning the sky started to get cloudy and thunder rumbled, and it seemed like it was going to rain soon.

The soldiers were not afraid of wind and rain. The large army formed after the two armies of Yin State merged was still neatly lined up, with scouts coming and going, closely patrolling the perimeter of Shuangbei City, and not allowing anyone to disrupt the peace talks. At this time, the first drop of rain fell.

pat.

Someone's helmet was hit, and at first he thought it was nothing serious, but he soon discovered something was wrong.

A drop of rain fell on a soldier's face. He wiped it with his hand and found that his hands were covered with blood.

"What is this?" The soldiers who found something wrong exclaimed, and looked up to see raindrops falling from the sky. After falling, they were all scarlet in color and formed pools of blood on the ground.

It rains blood!
The abnormal situation soon attracted the attention of the generals. Qi Kunlun and Tang Wei met in the big tent, and the practitioners of Xuanmen also participated.

"There is spirituality hidden in this rain, and it does contain magical powers." Deng Yunzi confirmed, "It's just that I can't figure out what's going on."

"This rain cloud is definitely driven by a formation." Mo Gao, the formation master who had not yet left, confirmed, "The world around us has the rhythm of Taoism, and what is hidden in this drop of blood..."

"It looks like a curse." Mo Qiuren sniffed the blood on his fingertips and said, "It's best not to let the soldiers continue to be exposed to the rain."

"We have arranged to set up a formation to keep out the rain..." Qi Kunlun said as a messenger came over to report in panic, "General! Soldiers in the camp are falling down one after another due to exhaustion, their bodies are festering, as if they have been infected by some kind of plague!"

"What?" Qi Kunlun stood up suddenly, his expression stern. "Is the rain so heavy? We will be hit if we come into contact with it? Then, won't my army of more than 100,000 be unable to escape this rain?"

"If it's poison or plague, it certainly can't do it, but if it's a curse, it might be possible to make the entire army lose its combat effectiveness in a short period of time." Tang Wei said seriously, "Huan Shen Peak does have many strange tricks in this regard."

Having been attacked twice before, Qi Kunlun did not dare to be negligent and immediately ordered: "Pass the order, the entire army retreat, withdraw from the bloody rain range!"

On a hillside outside the military formation, there was an altar with nearly a hundred large banners fluttering in the wind. Each banner was made of white cloth with hideous bloody words painted on it.

In the center of the altar stood a man in a white robe holding a long sword and waving it in the air.

It was Xiao Jue.

As the most powerful of the three high priests of Huanshen Peak, he had not made a move before, but now he finally showed his power. He chanted a low spell, causing the wind flags to flutter and the avenue to flow.

boom!
Another thunder.

"As expected, you are the strongest high priest."

Outside the altar, there was another group of white-robed mystics sitting cross-legged on the ground. Only the Illusionary God Peak in the world could offer such a large team of mystics.

Princess Rain Master of the Canglong tribe was standing outside the formation in the secret arts room, looking at Xiao Jue who was casting spells high up, with bright eyes.

"The Yin army thought they would be safe if they could just reunite, but they didn't know that once all the troops were gathered together, that would be their death!"

Seeing that the time for the rain was almost up, Princess Rain Master waved her hand and said, "Okay, the Skeleton Army is going to march!"

The mystics at the side suddenly cast a spell together, and a low humming sound that seemed to come from the underworld rolled out, and the surrounding earth shook continuously.

In the battle to seize the city, Xiao Muyun had used the secret art of the Netherworld. It turned out that there were more than just her who practiced this magic secret art on Huanshen Peak, and there was a huge formation!
In an instant, a cold wind blew across the sky and earth.

A shadow spread like a tide towards the Yin Kingdom’s military camp!
(End of this chapter)