After the Lingyu rain, the mountains were covered with green. Feng and Ying stood under the dripping rocks and looked at the valley.

"It's so beautiful, but it's a pity that there is no good wine."

Neither of them can write poetry, and drinks are more expensive in troubled times.

Feng Ying thought of the lakes and fishing villages after the rain. The clouds and trees in the middle of the mountain were green. When the sky cleared after the rain, there were small moths gathering and flying next to the water. There was a fish in the lake with pectoral fins as long as flying wings that would jump out of the water and fly quickly.

I flew past swarms of small moths, and occasionally flew into the canoe.

"A spiritual rain washes away the desolation, and it is a rare opportunity to witness a miracle."

"Yeah, as long as it rains, I like rain very much, and my name is also rain."

The dripping water from the rocks extending outwards above the head created puddles, and three or five wild flowers were tilted by the splashing water droplets. Unfortunately, there were no butterflies or bees, no insects, no birds and animals, only weeds and small flowers.

Feng Ying felt that her mood also improved.

Take a deep breath in the rich spiritual energy after the rain and feel relaxed all over.

"Maybe the war will be over soon, and we can continue on the road and reach Tianzhu Mountain as soon as possible."

A group of swearing monks flew out. They looked like dogs diagnosed with rabies. They cursed loudly and loudly. They must be the unlucky ones of some family. They may be slow in fighting, but they are good at saving lives and have good verbal skills.

I scolded him for a long time without repeating any words.

Although the wall was weak in the eyes of Feng Ying and Yu, they did not force their way in out of politeness.

The battlefield is too large. There are fortresses everywhere in the core area of ​​​​the war for thousands of miles. The sky is full of warships. Small battles break out in all directions. Spiritual energy fluctuates one after another. It is easy to be accidentally injured while wandering around outside at this time.

Feng Ying and Yu watched for a while, then went around the battlefield to continue looking for a hiding place.

I was curious about what they were running for, and then more than twenty snake demon soldiers appeared, holding ropes and tying up people everywhere.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Feng Ying, who came from a low-income family, had no time to grieve for the nobles. She just hoped that the war would end and she could continue on her way.

The two of them were leisurely looking at the scenery under the rock. Suddenly, their eyes flashed. The flaming ship hit the opposite hillside hard. The green field flowers were covered with splashing debris and flames. Many people fell everywhere with the falling ship, creating a huge mess on the hillside.

Decorated with pops of red everywhere.

The overtaken children of the aristocratic family cried and begged for their lives. After being tied tightly with ropes, they stopped making trouble. They did not shout or yell. They secretly breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed. Occasionally, they had to shout a few words in anger to prove that they would rather die than surrender.

Since he is tied up, it means he can survive.

After rounding the top of the mountain, the two of them stopped in a hurry.

More than twenty snake demon soldiers carried their trophies, shouting that they would rather die than surrender, and quickly left in small aircraft.

He held the body and talked a lot.

The team was easily broken up by three or five snake demon soldiers, and then knocked unconscious with a shield.

"Why are they still fighting..."

I could hear it was a man, crying sadly. Feng and Ying peeked out from behind a dead tree that had been dry for hundreds of years and had not rotted. They secretly watched. They were surprised that the person crying on the battlefield was actually a general, about thirty or forty years old, wearing the armor of the Human Race's Holy Dynasty.

, kneeling with scars in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, crying with a corpse in his arms.

The war was too hasty and hasty, and the monks used various methods to control it. When it got out of control, all kinds of evil things happened.

It can only be regarded as a small-scale battle. The battle may have ended or moved elsewhere.

There are many places on the battlefield where small defensive formations are still functioning.

The two stepped on the fresh grass and walked towards the village gate.

Not caring about Lifu and the slaves who were lucky enough to survive.

Under the rock, Feng Ying and Yu were stunned.

The elite disciples of this kind of family are the most valuable, one is worth hundreds of dandy disciples, and they are especially rich in magic weapons and storage bags. I wonder if the elite disciples are overconfident or distrustful of others and like to carry their wealth with them.

Feng Ying and Feng Ying looked at each other, turned around and quickly packed up their things and ran away. There will definitely be an army from the Holy Dynasty coming to investigate later. It will definitely be bad if they stay here. When they are angry, they will fight if they don't like it. I don't know how many monsters these days.

The unlucky individual cultivators were affected.

After walking around for a long time, the two of them found a village. From a distance, they saw a stone temple on the mountain in the village. It was shrouded in a special Taoist charm. The two of them somehow felt that they could go to the village to stay temporarily. Although it was a bit dilapidated, it had a roof to protect it from the rain.

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The two heard choking cries in the swamp.

After Yu shouted, he suddenly froze and quickly looked around. Fortunately, no ghost appeared.

"Eiko."

I ran back to the stove before I dared to look back. Judging from the style of the ship, it was no surprise that it belonged to the Holy Dynasty. The warships of the Snake Demon Army were very strong and were rarely destroyed.

The corpse was very young, also wearing armor, its legs below the knees were shattered into tatters, and its chest was penetrated by an arrow.

No matter what happened later if the family provided resources to redeem the person, he still managed to save his life.

He didn't dare to fly for fear of attracting attention, so he could only run as fast as he could with his legs full.

The people inside are either seriously injured or dead long ago, and the blood-sucking vines grown by magic are still collecting corpses to suck blood.

The two of them carefully ran for dozens of miles, searching everywhere to find a remote place to hide temporarily.

Although it was smashed into pieces, the main frame was still intact, and the solid cabin was opened from the inside.

"Only the devil knows!"

A certain cultivator lost control of his body-dead Gu insect, invading corpses everywhere and manipulating dead people to stand up staggeringly.

Climb the hills and cross the barrier lake in the valley.

A parrot-like monster bird fell from the sky, landed on a corpse, whined and refused to leave...

"I seemed to hear a strange noise. It felt like something fell. Did you hear it?"

The basin and the surrounding mountains are in a mess. Broken limbs and arms are floating in the muddy water. The water is immersed in the remains of countless weapons and magic weapons, damaged mecha puppets, monster mounts with their heads separated, and the broken but still stubborn and shiny magic circle is still there.

Burning flames, I don’t know who used magic to move the mountains from other places to hit people...

From time to time, fragments of corpses fell from the clouds in the sky, hitting the water and causing bloody splashes.

Feng Ying and Yu were startled by the sudden falling ship, and reflexively lowered their bodies and retreated, hiding under the dripping rocks extending outward to avoid being hit on the head by falling objects from high altitude.

The young man who died was his son. He regretted not being able to protect his son, cursed his family for being cold-blooded and ruthless, and resented the snake demon who killed his son. He hated everyone.

Soon, the children of these aristocratic families were like mountain rats that encountered the night owl, like fireworks blooming, screaming and running away.

There are also children from elite families organizing resistance and waiting for rescue, but they lack combat experience and their abilities and cultivation do not match.

The small basins in the mountains accumulated water and turned into swamps. Years of drought and wind and sand siltation covered the river channels. Before the floods reshaped the river channels, large and small pools of water were dotted here and there.

A hissing sound.

An arrow shot from the wall of the village.

Draw an arc and tie it...

It was stuck by the pond a few feet away from the two girls. The crudely made arrow was not stuck deeply. The hunter on the wall scratched his head in embarrassment. He was originally aiming to shoot an arrow in front of the two strangers as a warning, but unexpectedly a gust of wind blew it away.
Chapter completed!