Those monster mutants not only became monstrous in appearance, but their ferocious movements and vigorous vitality also deeply frightened Wu Pingqiang and other aboriginal masters.

Even though Luoyang was frightened by the extremely exhausting momentum, Anfeiyu, Wu Pingqiang and others spent nearly two quarters of an hour to eradicate all these monster mutants and extinguish all hope of life.

Everyone went to the granary to put out a fire again, but before they had time to slow down, they heard two pieces of bad news one after another from the communication jade tablet.

One is from Li Gong, and the other is from General Yin. On the other two routes, we encountered monster mutants, but we failed to seize the opportunity and intercepted and strangled the monsters when they first appeared. Now there are nearly two hundred monsters in total.

Humans are not humans, beasts are not beasts, they have all scattered into the wilderness, destroying people along the way and rushing towards Chang'an.

The pursuers on those two routes have divided their forces again and are chasing them one after another, but the situation is extremely not optimistic.

When they first heard the news, Wu Pingqiang, Jiang Jiusi and others subconsciously went to see Guan Luoyang. The impression and expectation left by Guan Luoyang's performance just now were too profound.

But they soon realized that if those demons were still together, maybe Guan Luoyang could repeat his old trick, but now, they are all scattered. Unless there is a method of clone, even Guan Luoyang can't.

We can only try to track and kill them one by one.

This arrangement of the people of the Demon Cult also seems to indicate that in the process of rushing to Chang'an, they have far greater patience and an even more desperate desire for destruction than previously expected.

Before the main meal of the Chang'an assassination arrives, the chase that has to continue will be more tortuous and lengthy than imagined.

However, the destruction caused by those demons in various places also provided Guan Luoyang and his group with a target to rush to for help.

The three jade communication tablets, coupled with the highest-level emergency communication channels of the Imperial Guard throughout the country, caused countless messages to fly like snow flakes on these routes leading to the land of Guanzhong.

In addition to the three groups of pursuers who originally set out from Dongdu, government offices and guards in various places also received reminders.

The sun is shining brightly, and the horse is galloping...

The inner guard in black attire, carrying a bamboo tube with emergency documents and a seal sealed with red wax, looked at the ferry from horseback and saw that the fleet transporting food had already set off. Without any time to think about it, he flew away and grabbed it.

Got a small boat.

The boatman was startled by him, and just as he was about to ask, the inner guard had already smashed the oar into the water. The wooden oar mixed with internal force was not smashed randomly, but was obviously as skilled as these boatmen.

The white waves surged, and the boat shot away with arrows. The boatman lost his footing and fell into the water.

In a short time, the small boat had chased several miles away and was less than a hundred feet away from the fleet transporting grain.

Suddenly, people on the fleet fell into the water one after another, not one or two, but dozens of people fell into the water on just one ship.

Starting from the ship on the far left side of the fleet, followed by the second and third ship, it seemed that they just blinked. When they looked again, more than a hundred armored soldiers had fallen into the water.

Apparently, someone on the remaining grain transport ship also noticed something was wrong, and the sound of warnings was heard directly a hundred feet away.

The grain escort held a red-tasseled gun in his hand. He jumped between the masts of several ships with the gun. He was agile and had extraordinary internal skills. As if he had discovered something, he fired his gun at one of the ships.

The inner guard in black could see that when the grain officer was in mid-air, the red tassel gun in his hand curved in a strong arc due to the sudden acceleration.

A burst of fire erupted from the gun blade, which mixed with the red tassel on the gun tip. It was bright and dazzling, and roared towards the cabin.

But just before it hit the cabin, a faint stream of cool water-colored sword energy flew out, cutting straight through the air and cutting off both the gun and the person.

It wasn't until he fell into the water that the grain officer's body was separated and stained with a large mass of red.

The cabin of the ship soon became riddled with holes. The sword energy inspired from the inside, some of which were small and sharp, would shoot through anyone who wanted to get close, no matter how brave the soldiers were, or how sophisticated the armor and weapons were.

, in the face of such sword energy, they are as empty and fragile as paper.

Some sword energy, however, became larger the farther it flew, with cool water color and faint transparency. It cut off the corner of the bow of the ship, split the cabins of other ships, cut off the masts, and even blasted a big hole from the side of the hull.

Those large ships loaded with food were filled with water one by one, slowly tilting and sinking. The people on board either turned into corpses or hurriedly jumped into the water to escape.

A sword energy flew over from afar, flying over a hundred feet, as if a huge glass flake flashed past.

The small boat that was still a hundred feet away from the grain transport fleet was split in two from head to tail, and then the split hull exploded into palm-sized wood chips, scattered on the surrounding water.

But the inner guard in black had already jumped into the water and disappeared.

In the only large ship with hundreds of holes in the top of the cabin but the bottom intact, many rice bags were torn open by sword energy, and purple-black rice grains poured down like running water.

Shao Lingxiao's sword finger dropped, and the flamboyant black robe became soft and docile. The hem of the robe touched the wooden board on the ground, and he watched the rice fall to the ground and accumulate into a hill.

On that day, the fire at the Luoyang Granary was extinguished too quickly. Although he did not witness it with his own eyes, Shao Lingxiao could easily estimate the damage caused by the fire.

——It should be about 10,000 stone.

This level, for a granary, may be enough to cause heartache. The symbolic meaning of the fire in the world's largest granary will also bring a lot of trouble.

However, only a small part of the annual grain supply of the Tang Dynasty was classified as stored grain. If a small part of this small part were lost, it would be just a scratch for the entire Tang Dynasty.

It will be different after today. With the addition of this fleet, ten thousand dan will immediately become 1.01 million dan.

"The leader."

Zhu Linlang walked into the cabin, clasped his fists and saluted, and said, "This is the only ship left in the entire fleet."

Shao Lingxiao nodded, stepped forward, and caught the flowing rice grains with his right hand. He quickly filled a handful, and the cool and dry rice continued to slide down from the periphery of his palm.

He took back his hand, lowered his head and sniffed the handful of rice, and smiled inexplicably. He turned his palm sideways and watched the rice grains slide down, leaving many purple powder marks on the skin of his palm.

This kind of purple-black rice is not dyed this way, but is a naturally occurring ancient food that looks the same on the outside.

The southwest has a long history of growing rice. The unique climate and environment between the terraces with gurgling water encourage the local production of grains with plump grains and mellow aroma.

However, differences in varieties, regions, and cultivation levels have divided the most ordinary food crops into many grades. The most high-end is this kind of purple rice.

In the Liuzhao land in the southwest, all kinds of fragrant rice, including purple rice, were paid tribute to the Demon Cult General Altar every year.

Shao Lingxiao still remembers that when this batch of tribute rice was first delivered to the main altar every year, according to the rules, part of it would be allocated to those believers who did not have a high rank but were diligent and worthy of praise, often accompanied by some coins.

Pills, rewards from exercises.

When he was a child, he liked to go to the cliff behind the Demon Sect's main altar at that time, overlooking the mountains. Looking down, he could only see mountains and abyss, and looking into the distance, there were only vast rocks and forests, but a hundred,

A thousand, until the uncertain number of smoke, will eventually exceed the peak of Cangdai, until it connects to the clouds in the sky.

At that time, the master who was already a little forgetful would take the trouble to tell him that in the Liuzhao Kingdom, wherever smoke rises from the mountains, they are his future people who will support the sect.

The place of worship is the soil that breeds people with boundless freedom.

"Messenger from the West, when I made the plan to burn down the granary, Motian decided to let you carry it out. You really didn't hesitate at all when you took over the task."

Shao Lingxiao's expression still had the aftertaste of reminiscing about the past, "But I'm a little curious now. Do you really have no objections to our behavior?"

Huo Luo Dao, an organization that is now regarded as a remnant of the Demon Cult by outsiders, actually came to the Central Plains from the Western Regions a generation ago.

Among the branches they set up in various places, many of the lower-level congregants were natives of the Tang Dynasty.

But among the real senior leaders of the general altar, until Ye Motian implemented reforms and compiled various new canons, more than 90% were still controlled by people from the Western Regions.

As of today, 50% of their senior management are evil masters who have been recruited in recent years, 30% are from the Western Regions, and 20% are old members of the Demon Sect.

Zhu Linlang is a native of the Western Regions. Although he is completely dressed like a commoner from the Central Plains, his smoky blue beard and hair can still be seen as having facial features that are slightly different from those of the Central Plains.

Compared with those evil people from the Central Plains, a Westerner like him can understand Shao Lingxiao's mood better if he asks himself.

There are many countries in the Western Regions that are in the midst of perennial conquests. Because the territory of each country is not large, and some even only have one or two earthen cities, the destruction of the country is a relatively common thing for the people there.

However, there is no such big difference in the hearts of people regardless of the size of the state.

Some countries in the Western Regions that were lucky enough to survive for more than a hundred years have already formed an identity with their own country. When they were annihilated, the remaining people's desire for revenge was also so great that they did not hesitate to destroy what they saw.

Everything was burned up.

Compared with these old demon sects, the only difference is that the subjugated people in the Western Regions often do not have the ability to put the most destructive ideas into practice, and most of their opponents are limited to desert oases.

A country, not a vast empire like the Tang Dynasty.

Whenever Zhu Linlang thought of this, she felt like sighing.

After Ye Motian's drastic reform, Huo Luo Dao's strength has expanded to this point in the past ten years. If you are willing to go to the Western Regions, even if you unite all the countries, it will not be impossible to form a country more powerful than the Liuzhao in ten or twenty years.

.

It's a pity that because Zhu Linlang can understand that feeling, he understands better how difficult it is for Shao Lingxiao to regain his ability to move and Ye Motian to regain his confidence in revenge and to take their eyes away from their enemy.

One thing...even in the Tang Dynasty, it is the same.

"The deputy leader has shown great kindness to me. Fifteen years ago, I made an oath that I would go through fire and water for him for the rest of my life, no matter what."

In the end, Zhu Linlang just answered like this.

"Fifteen years ago, oh, was it because of the incident in Kucha?"

Shao Lingxiao clapped the purple rice noodles on his hands and said, "Kiuci Imperial Master was lucky enough to reach the level of a master. He had some ambitions and wanted to suppress the surrounding tribes. As a result, one of them was during the time of sacrifice.

At that time, he broke in, destroyed the most sacred customs in history, and even fought to the death. As a result, he massacred the entire clan..."

Zhu Linlang heard this matter again after so many years, she still tightened her fingers a little, almost into a fist, and said: "The leader also knows about this matter?"

"You were not an envoy at that time, and Xu Miyuan was not willing to take revenge for you guys. After Motian heard about this, he took you to assassinate that person."

Shao Lingxiao shook his head, "Then do you know that Motian was not entirely for you, but because the method used by that person to become a master was spread from our sect's treasure book, and there have been several generations of masters in the sect.

, they are all achieved through the Sword Art of Life and Death, rather than having mastered that method."

"Motian was very dissatisfied. He felt that no one within the sect could achieve it, and people outside the sect were even less worthy. He sent fourteen letters to me in a row, so I went to learn that skill and then told him what to do.

Only then can you kill the person who became a master with that method."

Zhu Linlang didn't look surprised.

When Ye Motian told others that it was the Kucha Imperial Preceptor who happened to be possessed by a maniac, he gave them the opportunity to assassinate him. However, as a follower, he had repeatedly recalled it over the years and had already guessed that that man would be possessed by maniacs and follow Ye Ye.
To be continued...