Mountain Patrol Military Officer-Chapter 378 - 314: Personally greet Demon Suppression Envoy_3

Below, in the Purple Fire Area, three vast Dharma Images, one in the front and two following, are trapped in the purple fire domain, struggling to move. This purple flame is too domineering; the depth they have descended to is already at their limit.

This place’s strangeness makes them certain that there must be opportunities here. It is infuriating that they can’t descend further.

How did that Lieutenant descend?

At this moment, Beiliang’s Python King, who has gone three hundred meters deeper than the two Martial Vaults, a sense of urgency flickers in his eyes.

Damn it!

Hearing from Jin Taiyuan’s report, there’s a high likelihood of traces of the Luck Spirit Root in this area and that the Ninth Mountain Army has already taken the lead. That Ninth Mountain’s Colonel must have descended already; maybe he has obtained the treasure.

But he has already exerted all his strength, activating all four Divine Treasures, unable to advance even an inch further.

The terror here exceeds his expectations!

At this time, he first senses a violent shaking beneath him, as if something is about to come out.

Is it the treasure, or that Lieutenant?

A cold light flashes in his pupils, his aura turns eerie. Then, a version of himself with fiery red hair steps out from his Dharma Image, and a layer of firelight rolls up on the original Dharma Image, disappearing in the purple fire domain, lying in wait, ready to strike.

Soon after, a rumbling sound from beneath rapidly approaches.

Immediately after, a Big Spear with a golden silhouette ascends, with a brilliant Fire Feather floating above its head. It then bursts into the purple fire domain.

The Divine Treasure God of Beiliang’s Python King, upon seeing the emerging silhouette, a fierce light flashes in his eyes. In the blink of an eye, he raises his hand and fiercely slaps it down, and the purple magma tumbles violently with an astonishing momentum.

But in the next second, under that Big Spear, rolling golden fire magma sweeps upward, boiling suddenly in the purple fire domain, with a terrifying and intense high temperature instantly burning everything.

"Ah!"

The hand that Beiliang’s Python King slapped down is immediately scorched by the scorching heat. Then, under his astonished and furious gaze, he is engulfed by the intense golden magma, and swiftly, his Divine Treasure God is set ablaze with golden flames.

"You despicable coward!"

An outraged shout comes from the other side of the boiling purple fire domain. A misty gray light strikes over, and Chen Yuan’s Dharma Eye between his brows fiercely contracts, followed by a dance of the spear thrusting straight ahead.

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A minute later,

"Boom"

The crater of General Mountain suddenly erupts.

Flames shoot up to the sky, magma splashes, and screams follow suit.

One after another, figures with flames burning their bodies rush out of the volcano, crying and screaming as they run towards the outside of the mountain.

Some have their clothes burned away, their scalp and eyebrows scorched off, running bare-bottomed. Others, even worse, halfway through their run, flames still raging, become men of fire, burned to nothingness.

After a short while, three powerful streaks of light burst from the mouth of the volcano, shooting in three different directions, not pausing for a second.

One of them is the Tributor Wang Mang from the Royal Beiliang Mansion.

He steps on a Flowing Cloud Shuttle, moving with incredible speed. At this moment, his steamed bun-like grey hair has been burned off, and his clothes are ragged and torn, looking utterly disheveled. His previously sharp and proud eyes become gloomy, with a hoarse shout.

"Princely Heir!"

"Quickly flee!"

He flies toward a patch of woods northeast of General Mountain, only to see a palanquin sprawled across the snow.

But behind him, a splendid cold star shoots towards the direction of the palanquin, as swift as a shooting star.

The palanquin is about to move when the cold star suddenly accelerates with a slash, and a streak of cold light directly bisects the palanquin, cutting its top into two halves.

The palanquin explodes, revealing the true face of a figure in a silver python robe.

His face is as fine as jade, a calm and gentle gentleman, with long and narrow eyebrows.

"Snap"

The white jade crown on his head cracks, as a few strands of broken hair from his temples tumble down!

His eyes suddenly widen, his hands gripping the chair harden, staring towards the direction of General Mountain, glinting like cold stars.

But the next second, the sleeve of the Python King flicks, stirring up the wind and snow, whisking away the man in the python robe, leaving behind only the shattered palanquin!

Elsewhere, in the sky above General Mountain, the cold light flies back in reverse!

With a "clang," Chen Yuan grasps the Big Spear flying back to him, and then with a flash, the spear disappears from his hand.

He watches the Princely Heir of Beiliang being taken away by a Guest under his command, and from afar, sees the other party’s composed performance under pressure. Not bad, he doesn’t panic when in danger; seems he’s not any ordinary riff-raff.

He glanced at other places, and the onlookers scattered in a commotion.

He chose not to create an uproar; General Mountain is currently an unstable inferno, and if a fight broke out, it would be akin to toppling Lord Lao Zi’s alchemy furnace, causing heaven and earth to shatter. Others might die, but his own troops were nearby the mountain; it wasn’t worth the risk.

Gathering his thoughts, Chen Yuan flew down the mountain and landed on a deserted hillock outside, his feet crunching in the snow, accompanied by the snapping of tree branches.

He squatted down to pick up a branch and began to draw in the snow.

Shortly after, the sound of two gusts approached and landed behind him, followed by crunching sounds that stopped two or three steps away.

"General!"

The arrivals were Yun Tiansheng and Gao Yu.

"The two of you come forward." Chen Yuan continued to sketch something.

Yun Tiansheng and Gao Yu hurriedly approached; seeing that the General was squatting, they felt it inappropriate to stand, so they squatted down to his left and right.

"I have several tasks for you."

"Tiansheng, General Mountain here is like an alchemy furnace, highly unstable. Command the troops to retreat another ten miles."

"But this General Mountain is also a treasure land, with vigorous Fire Essence, suitable for quenching True Qi and Body Refining; get ready to establish a camp. Bring the troops over for training. Additionally, you and Liu Qing with one other are to prepare sealing the mountain’s Array to prevent Essence Qi from dispersing."

He entrusted Yun Tiansheng and the others with the Array because they have such Divine Skills.

"Yes!"

"Gao Yu." Chen Yuan then turned his head to the other side.

"This subordinate is here!"

"You mobilize your troops and other means to search within a two hundred mile radius of General Mountain for any anomalies."

Chen Yuan indicated on the snow with his branch.

He still believed that whatever had flown out was hiding somewhere.

But in the icy snowscape, vast and expansive, a wide-ranged search was necessary.

"Yes!"

Meanwhile, several miles behind them, down the bustling mountain where troops were moving chaotically, a chuckle sounded.

A palace-dressed woman in blue watched from afar the backs of the three men, finding it very amusing.

"Sister, let’s go."

Qin Rushuang impatiently pulled Dugu Jialuo, ready to leave.

They had thought the disturbance would cause a major conflict, but the situation concluded surprisingly hastily, and it was no longer suitable for them to stay.

"Alright."

Dugu Jialuo took one last look back, smiling charmingly, and turned with Qin Rushuang, ready to walk away quickly. They didn’t call out, as it was inappropriate to disturb.

Just as the two women left through the north side of the encampment, a flash of silver light shot down.

Then, an Orderly Officer hurried down. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

"Take me to see the Nine Colonels."

"Tianxiong Pass urgent message, Eight Hundred Miles Urgent!"

A shout echoed.

The troops swiftly made way.

From afar, Chen Yuan stood up, turned around, and with a flicker, appeared before the Orderly Officer.

The rest of the soldiers immediately cleared a large space.

Qin Rushuang and Dugu Jialuo were among them, watching from a distance.

Upon seeing Chen Yuan, the Orderly Officer knelt on one knee,

"Subordinate bears an urgent order from Colonel Wei!"

"There’s no secret letter, only oral message."

"The General says, Demon Suppression Envoy’s troops have reached outside Tianxiong Pass."

"And..."

"The new Demon Suppression Envoy sends word, requesting you to personally welcome him!"