I have been slaying demons in the Demon Slayer Division for thirty years

After Xu Feng left first.

The high priest threw the storage bag aside and closed his eyes in thought.

When it comes to conspiracies, the human race is eight miles away from the barbarians, so the high priest learned to play dumb.

When communicating with humans, deliberately show a primitive, stupid, and greedy side to lower the other party's wariness, and then think over and over again afterwards.

This is a little trick learned from Confucian academies.

The high priest once changed his body, studied in a small academy in Daqian, and even passed the government examination.

It is a pity that the Jinshi Department is strict in screening, and there is a state scholar to identify the identity, otherwise the high priest may high school Jinshi and severely slap the face of the big scholars. .

"There seems to be no harm in the Dragon Cavalry relying on the Witch Clan, let alone millions of women and children."

"Besides, there is a bloodline advantage to the intermarriage between the Witch Clan and the Human Clan, and all the children born will be of the Witch Clan. Within thirty to fifty years at most, the entire Dragon Cavalry Army will be completely integrated into the Witch Clan."

The high priest thought for a moment and concluded that Xu Feng first broke the soil to build his country. Emperor Jingtai would never forgive him. The only people he could rely on were the barbarians.

After thinking clearly, the high priest knelt down in front of the statue in the main hall.

This statue of the witch god with hundreds of heads and thousands of hands is over ten feet tall and is said to be the true form of the witch god. The previous one was broken into pieces by Emperor Guangming, and this one was a treasure given by the Witch God himself, so that the high priest could communicate with the Witch God at any time.

After reciting the prayer incantation, the high priest waited for a moment and sensed the arrival of the boundless soul power.

"The Witch God is above, Dashun is defeated, Xu Fengxian is willing to join..."

The high priest told the witch god exactly what Xu Fengxian said and asked for guidance.

The Witch God deduced for a moment, but found no crisis, and the voice sounded directly in the soul of the high priest.

"Allow attachment! Break it into parts so as not to disturb me again."

The sound gradually dissipated, and the high priest lay trembling on the ground. Every time he asked the witch god for instructions, the terrifying pressure almost caused his soul to collapse.

The Witch God was moody, and the number of high priests who died under his hands could not be counted on one hand.

Not only are the barbarians primitive and backward in their living customs, but their belief in gods is also full of barbarism and blood. Every year, saints and saints are selected from various tribes and sacrificed with blood to the witch gods to seek blessings.

When the high priest came out of the temple, his fierce and greedy face returned.

"Call the clan leaders. There are millions of human beings integrated and they need to get it."

…

Boom!

The earth shook and the mountains shook, and a hole several feet wide opened in the hill ahead.

The Tata Department sent out all the sacrifices, constantly chanting incantations and casting spells. The rocky ground quickly softened, and after the spells stopped, it turned into a flat stone road.

This side of the mountain.

If there are tens of thousands of people, there is no limit.

Martial arts masters opened the way in front, protected by dragoons on the left and right, and countless horse-drawn carriages and ox-carts in the center.

The carts were mainly filled with clothes, quilts and food, and there were old men, women, children, and auxiliary soldiers shuttled among them. When encountering a jam, quarreling, and crying, if the wheel is stuck, I immediately go up to help. The whole thing looks chaotic, but in fact, all levels are in order.

The priest from the Tata tribe came to the front of the crowd, communicated with Xu Fengxian for a moment, and displayed the tribal tokens.

Xu Fengxian shouted to the rear: "Xu Shiqi, take your people and go to the Tata Department."

"As you command!"

Xu Shiqi had 5,000 elite dragon cavalry under his command, plus auxiliaries and family members, the number exceeded 30,000.

The convoy walked along the mountain road that the sacrifices had expended all their efforts to open up, heading towards the Tata Department.

In the convoy, the little girl saw barbarians standing on both sides of the mountain road, each two feet tall, carrying crude weapons and grinning. She was so frightened that she hid in her mother's arms.

"Mom, it's so scary."

"It's okay, General Xu will protect us."

The mother hugged her daughter and looked directly at the barbarian soldiers without fear. Her husband was a dragoon colonel and had killed more barbarians than he could count on two hands.

Of course, that is in the plains, or relying on the city wall.

At this time, deep into the mountains, the dragoons could only serve as infantry. It was difficult to say who was stronger and who was weaker in the fight with the barbarians.

The barbarian soldiers greedily swept over the ox carts and carriages. They looked down upon the cattle and horses. The women, clothes, iron pots... everything on the carts, in the eyes of the barbarian soldiers, were rare items that could only be owned by warriors and priests.

Now there are countless ox-carts and horse-drawn carriages, pulling countless goods.

In order to reproduce, the barbarians did not have a mature marriage system. In their eyes, the woman in the car was a tribal woman.

"Uuuuuu——"

"Woo-"

The barbarians roared excitedly, causing the carriage to panic.

The priest frowned slightly and waved his staff to release a ray of emerald green light.

brush!

The barbarian with the loudest voice was accurately hit. The majestic and burly body withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the end only a mummy was left.

There was sudden silence on the mountain road.

The barbarians have a strong sense of superiority and inferiority. The priests and warriors are equivalent to the nobles. The rest of the ordinary barbarians are all due to their efforts.

"General Xu, I am making you laugh. They are all inferiors."

The priest bowed awkwardly and said: "I hope that after your army comes to the Tata tribe, they can establish a school and teach and study Daqian script and books."

Xu Shiqi asked: "Have you been to Daqian?"

"No, only by being promoted to a high-level priest and casting transformation spells, and then going to Daqian, can the true identity not be revealed."

The priest said: "I have collected some books from Da Gan, but it is too troublesome to learn them. I have to purify myself before reading them every time!"

"You learned so well!"

Xu Shiqi gave a thumbs up and said: "When I first arrived in your land, I prepared a gift, which is strong wine brought from Daqian."

"Strong liquor! Too much?"

The priest looked happy and whispered: "We will arrive at the tribe tomorrow, and the clan leader will hold a welcome banquet. If there is not much strong alcohol, we will drink it in private..."

"A lot, enough for everyone to drink several times!"

Xu Shiqi had a smile on his face, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

The strong liquor is infused with colorless and odorless poison. There will be no problem if you drink it initially. It will only increase with the amount you drink, and the power of the secret detonation will increase.

The Tata tribe is one of the twelve major tribes of the barbarians. It has only one high-ranking priest, and its strength is about the third level.

Sacrificial practice relies on the power of incense and thought, which is similar to living people cultivating the divine way, and is not strong in fighting skills.

By poisoning and sneak attacks, Xu Shiqi was confident of defeating the superior priests, and then completely annihilating the Tata tribe and destroying the temple.

…

The dragoon army followed the mountain road opened by the barbarian sacrifices and headed towards the Ministry of Witch Gods.

Passing through various barbarian tribes, according to the vouchers issued by the Witch God's Temple, there were 30,000 to 40,000 people in the large tribes and 10,000 to 20,000 people in the small tribes.

Since the high priest asked the oracle, the tribes had no doubts and saw the dragoons as a benefit. The chiefs of some small tribes privately approached Xu Fengxian to discuss whether they could leave more people.

Ten days later, only 20,000 elite dragon cavalry troops were left, arriving at the Ministry of Witch Gods.

"Meet the envoy!"

Responsible for welcoming the sacrifices, he was the first to pay homage to Xu Ye.

Xu Ye is the messenger of the Witch God and can communicate directly with the Witch God. In theory, his status is second only to the high priest.

"No need to be polite."

What Xu Ye spoke was pure barbarian language, which immediately made the greeting priests feel good about him.

The Witch God Department set aside a mountainous area on the east side of the tribe for Xu Feng to station first.

The monks in the dragon cavalry army used magic spells, burning the forest with fire spells, building houses with earth spells, and soon set up camp.

It's approaching evening.

The high priest sent an invitation to the dinner.

"Xu will definitely arrive on time."

After Xu Feng sent away the messenger barbarians first, he waved his hand to set up the soundproof formation and took out the communication array disks one by one.

Xu Ye asked: "Father, are you going to take action now?"

"It seems that they are relaxed during the banquet, but in fact the barbarians must be very vigilant, which makes it difficult to pass on information."

Xu Fengxian said: "Normal people would never imagine that they would lift the table as soon as they arrived. Only in this way can the unexpected effect be achieved! Moreover, the true immortal has said that the Ministry of Witchcraft and God does not need me to wait for action!"

As he spoke, messages were transmitted through the formation disk to the dragoons of each barbarian tribe.

The commanders and generals who received the message immediately cast spells to detonate the poison that had been accumulated for a long time, and then killed them all the way, leaving no one alive.

"Our work is done, let's wait for the real immortal fight!"

Xu Fengxian looked up at the sky and said: "If the immortal wins, this barbarian territory will be renamed Xu!"

Xu Ye nodded slightly. The barbarian territory was easy to defend but difficult to attack. Daqian could no longer do anything to the Xu family. Only then could he truly gain a firm foothold.

…

The underworld.

The clouds are gloomy, the wind is angry, and the gray scene remains unchanged forever.

Unnamed mountains.

The majestic Yin Qi turns into a river and flows continuously into the mountains, just like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea.

The witch god is cultivating in the mountains, constantly refining the yin energy, flushing out the incense and divinity in the body, and purifying the body of ghosts and immortals.

The divine body of incense and fire once helped the shaman and god achieve the body of ghosts and immortals, but now it has become a burden. How can ghosts and immortals be free in Shinto? In recent years, I have been trying to get rid of the divine body and refine the divine power of incense into the incarnation, becoming one body and two sides, a fairy and a god.

suddenly.

The witch god felt a warning sign in his heart, so he immediately stopped practicing and made some calculations with his fingers.

"A small barbarian tribe was exterminated? It's just a trivial matter..."

Before he finished speaking, another scream sounded in his ears. After some deduction, it was the destruction of a medium-sized tribe.

The lives of the barbarians of the two tribes did not matter in the eyes of the Witch God, but the destruction of two barbarian temples in succession made his face gloomy.

Before the witch god could predict the murderer, there were several screams in his ears, and the spirit repeatedly warned him.

"Seven tribes were exterminated in a row! Could it be that the immortal Luo Jing can still take action?"

However, the seven tribes were just the beginning. The continuous screams and warnings, and the constant tremors of the broken temple on the god's body made the Witch God suddenly become cautious.

A prayer rang in my ears: "Wizard God, please save Tatabe!"

Among the barbarians, only the prayers of superior sacrifices can reach the ears of the witch god.

"One of the twelve major tribes was also destroyed!"

The Witch God had an idea, and his clone followed the source of the sacrificial prayer and possessed the broken statue.

…

Tata Department.

Already caught in a flame.

Barbarian corpses were lying on the ground. The moment the poison erupted, most of the barbarians died suddenly on the spot.

The dragoons held long spears and pierced the necks one by one, making sure that no barbarians were left alive.

Xu Shiqi slowly walked into the tribal temple. In the corner was a seriously injured and dying priest, with disbelief in his eyes.

"Ahem! General Xu... I think... we are friends!"

This priest was the one who greeted Xu Shiqi. He admired Daqian culture, liked reading, and imitated scholars in his words and deeds.

At this time, his body was poisoned, he was vomiting blood, his chest was stabbed more than three feet long, and his beating heart could almost be seen.

"In the next life, reincarnate as a human being!"

Xu Shiqi waved his hand and cut off the sacrificial atmosphere.

In front of.

The clan leader who suffered a sneak attack and was seriously injured was the only superior priest of the Tata tribe. He did not choose to escape, but knelt in front of the statue to chant sutras and pray.

Xu Shiqi's true energy circulated, and the martial arts exterior turned into a bloody sword, slashing towards the clan leader's neck.

boom!

A terrifying aura erupted from the clan leader, and his eyes that were originally full of hatred became indifferent.

The Witch God possessed him and descended. With a thought, the bloody sword shattered. His divine thoughts swept across the entire Tower Department, and he understood the cause and effect in an instant.

"Dragon Cavalry Army? They are just ants, so brave!"

Xu Shiqi didn't even think about it, he turned into a ray of light and fled into the distance. Even if there was only a divine thought, he couldn't resist it.

"die!"

The God of Witches stood still and pointed towards Xu Shiqi to escape.

The magical power arrived in an instant, and as soon as it was about to fall on Xu Shiqi, a six-winged golden silkworm appeared out of thin air.

"Old ghost, what's the point of bullying juniors!"

As Jin Can spoke, he swallowed the spell in his belly, burped as if he was full, and continued: "This area will be protected by this envoy from now on. The old ghost should go back to the underworld to wait for death!"

"Golden silkworm? Ghost!"

The Witch God recognized the origin of the golden silkworm at a glance, sensed its aura a little, and couldn't help but exclaimed in horror: "You can actually be promoted to the super level?"

Yang Qi said proudly: "What kind of super? This envoy is a righteous god of good fortune and righteousness. He is a hundred times more noble than a godless thing like you!"

Most of the super grades refer to side-door enlightenment, after which the way forward is cut off, and there is no hope of immortality. It is at the bottom of the contempt chain of immortals, Buddhas, gods and demons, and has a vague derogatory meaning.

"You are so rampant just after your enlightenment, I will definitely ask you..."

Before the Witch God could finish speaking, his face suddenly darkened.

In just a moment, more than a dozen barbarian tribes were destroyed, and the most populous Witch God tribe was being massacred by the swarm of insects. The high priest kept praying to summon the Witch God.

"Ghost, so cruel!"

The witch god's voice fell, and his spiritual thoughts were withdrawn from the body of the sacrificer and disappeared.

…

Ministry of Witch Gods.

The priests who were discussing how to integrate the dragoon army suddenly heard screams.

Swarms of insects all over the mountains and plains flew down from the sky, emerged from the ground, and washed away from all sides like waves.

Swarms of insects swept through, leaving white bones on the ground.

The barbarian warriors wielded their weapons, crushing thousands of flying insects, and then were buried under layers of swarms of insects.

Several screams were heard, but there was no sound.

Roar!

The barbarian god of war roared angrily and transformed into a giant four to five feet tall. His skin was blue-grey and as hard as fine steel, and could be bitten by flying insects without any scars.

With one punch, the terrifying power was released, forming a white air explosion that destroyed the insect swarm with a radius of dozens of feet.

"If this messenger hadn't destroyed all the strange insects, I would have swallowed you whole!"

Yang Qi's voice came from all directions: "Just in time to try this messenger's magical power..."

The air of disease from heaven and earth gathered together and fell into the body of the barbarian God of War, turning his blue-grey skin into a withered yellow.

"Cough cough cough... uh uh uh..."

The Barbarian God of War was panting like an ox, his internal organs were burning, the strength in his body was rapidly draining away, he was as weak as an ordinary person, and he could not support his three to four feet tall body at all.

Boom!

He fell to the ground and was instantly submerged in the swarm of insects.

When the high priest and others saw this, their faces were full of horror. The top five strong men in the clan had just died silently.

"Ghost, you are seeking death!"

A gap opened in the void, and the ghostly face of the shaman god appeared. He opened his mouth and let out a howling wind, blowing all over the mountains and fields.

The swarms of insects that Yang Qi summoned temporarily were all scattered and died in the cold wind.