Hearing Gesang say that the five tribes in southern Xinjiang wanted to use the dangerous terrain of Tianhuo Dong to block the catastrophe, Ye Xiaochuan's expression changed instantly. He said angrily: "Crazy, you are all crazy, although Tianhuo Dong
Surrounded by mountains, the terrain is difficult, but two thousand miles deep into the mountains, once surrounded, there is no chance to break out and move. The catastrophe is not something that the five tribes in southern Xinjiang can withstand. Now a catastrophe gate has appeared.
Many months later, if my prediction is correct, heavenly soldiers and generals will soon come to the world and bloodbath the southern border. You should retreat to the north now. Cangyun Mountain, Qilin Mountain, and Qixing Mountain Range are all in danger of entering the Middle Earth...
Before Ye Xiaochuan finished speaking, Gesang shook his head gently and said: "It's useless. News came from China. They can let people from the five ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang enter the customs, but they will only accept women and children."
It is not without conditions. We must allow the five ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang to use the difficult terrain to build
Fortress, consume the enemy's strength."
Ye Xiaochuan opened his mouth wide, and it was like a thunder exploded in his head at this moment.
How is that possible? What idiot came up with this?
Are the tens of millions of people from the five ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang, in the eyes of these high-level people, just chess pieces that can be discarded at will?
Those are human beings. Tens of millions of human beings are gone when they die. Humans only have one life, and they cannot have nine lives like cats.
Has the lesson learned from the disappearance of the ancient shaman tribe in southern Xinjiang not made these big bosses wake up?
A race with tens of millions of people. In their eyes, does it only serve to consume the power of catastrophe?
Ye Xiaochuan was furious and his body started to tremble.
He shouted loudly: "Impossible! No one in the world would be so cold-blooded!"
His voice was so loud that many righteous and demonic disciples around the mountainside heard it and couldn't help but turn their heads to look.
Du Chun and others saw Ye Xiaochuan's roaring appearance from a distance, and they all looked at each other in shock.
Ye Xiaochuan rarely gets angry unless his anger is touched.
Du Chun said to Ning Xiangruo: "Sister Ning, what are Xiaochuan and Gesang talking about? They seem very angry."
Ning Xiangruo was also a little confused and said, "How about you go and take a look?"
Du Chun immediately shook his head and said: "I won't go. Xiaochuan looks terrible now. I have known him for so many years and I have never seen him like this before. There must be something big going on." Gesang saw Ye Xiaochuan.
With an angry expression, he said with a wry smile: "You don't have to be angry. This is fate. There is nothing to blame. It's already good that China can accept women and children from southern Xinjiang. I heard the great wizard say that the catastrophe six thousand years ago
, suddenly came to the Western Regions, the Chinese people were unprepared, and the people of the Western Regions
Escape to the east toward Zhongtu, but the Yumen Pass is tightly closed, and no one is allowed to enter the Yumen Pass."
Ye Xiaochuan's eyes were a little red, and he said hoarsely: "Who gave this order?"
Gesang said: "What do you think?"
Ye Xiaochuan's body trembled again.
Being smart can sometimes be a kind of sadness. Ye Xiaochuan was very smart, and he instantly guessed who issued this inhumane order.
Nowadays, the five sixty-three states in the south of the Yangtze River are all under the control of the Cangyun Sect. This order must have come from the Cangyun Sect, and it must have come from the mouth of Uncle Yu Jizi, whom he had respected very much since he was a child.
Ye Xiaochuan let out a long sigh. If it was the emperor's order, he could have a hundred ways to make the emperor take back his life, let the warriors of the five tribes in southern Xinjiang enter the pass, and help the Central Plains defend the dangerous pass such as Eagle Beak Cliff.
However, the order came from Uncle Yujizi, and Ye Xiaochuan had no power to change all of this.
Gesang said: "Young Master Ye, you don't have to worry. Even though Southern Xinjiang is not as prosperous as Central China and there are not many big cities, there are countless small and large villages of the five ethnic groups in the mountains of more than 20,000 miles in the northern part of Southern Xinjiang.
, it is a very powerful force when gathered together." Ye Xiaochuan shook his head and said: "I know better than you about the catastrophe. Even if the warriors of the five tribes in southern Xinjiang take advantage of the natural advantages of Tianhuo Dong, they will not be able to block the advance of the catastrophe.
, believe me, you would rather fight guerrillas with the foreigners in southern Xinjiang in the mountains of 100,000, and you will definitely not be able to use all the troops
All shrink into Tianhuo Dong. Tianhuo Dong is surrounded by thousands of feet of cliffs and cliffs, with only a crack at the entrance. Once surrounded, no one can escape, and it will become a Shura meat grinding ground."
A smile appeared on Gesang's face and he said: "I understand. I will tell my father, the great wizard, and the clan leaders of all tribes about your suggestion."
Gesang cupped his fists and raised his hands to Ye Xiaochuan, and was about to turn into Emperor Jiang and leave.
Ye Xiaochuan suddenly said: "Wait."
Gesang said: "Master Ye, do you have anything else to tell me?"
Ye Xiaochuan searched in the Qiankun bag for a long time and found a two-foot-long dagger.
This short sword was obtained by Ye Xiaochuan from the armory in Jiuxuan Fairyland two years ago.
In the seventh cave of the armory, there are all magic weapons used by cultivators. There are more than 200,000 magic weapons, more than 200 spiritual weapons, and six divine weapons.
The six artifacts are the Mixed Gold Spear, the Sky-Opening Axe, the Nine-Dragon Sword, and the Three Divine Swords.
In addition to the Ice Soul Divine Sword which was given to Miss Fengyi by the Black Wind clan leader, Ye Xiaochuan also had a broad sword and a short sword similar to the Emei Thorn.
At this moment, what he took out from the Qiankun Bag was the short sword. Its spiritual power was extremely strong, and it was a real artifact-level magic weapon.
There is no sword name on the sword. Ye Xiaochuan chose a name for himself, called Chibian. He handed the dagger to Gesang and said: "I got this sword in two years. It is very powerful. I call it Chibian."
, your witchcraft is very high, but along the way I discovered that you actually don’t have a magic weapon that can bring out your full strength. Take the ruler blade, maybe it can save you at a critical moment.
One life.”
Gesang looked into Ye Xiaochuan's eyes and suddenly smiled. He grabbed the ruler-edged dagger and turned into a crimson-red Emperor Bird in the laughter, disappearing into the sky in an instant.
Ye Xiaochuan looked at the red afterimage of the Emperor River Divine Bird disappearing, and murmured: "You must live."
Returning to the cooking camp outside the cave, Ning Xiangruo, Du Chun and others have already cooked the remaining dishes. These masters of cultivation really know how to enjoy it. They took out the seats and benches from the Qiankun bag, which is enough
Seven or eight tables were lined up, many of them already filled with righteous disciples.
As for the demon sect disciples, they were not far away and looked down upon them.
Yang Jiu saw Ye Xiaochuan coming back with a dark face, then looked behind Ye Xiaochuan and said, "Where's Miss Gesang, why don't you come to eat? If she doesn't want to eat, forget it. Brother, wash your hands, let's eat..."
Ye Xiaochuan was in a very bad mood at the moment. He said coldly: "Eat, eat, eat, just eat! Do you know what southern Xinjiang will look like in the near future? I'll let you eat!" After saying that, he gave a slap in the face.
In the photo, a large camphor wood table filled with exquisite dishes in front of it suddenly fell into pieces under Ye Xiaochuan's palm. Countless righteous disciples around him exclaimed and hurriedly stepped back to avoid the flying wood and broken dishes and food.