"If you don't break the witch god, you will never return it!"
Autumn leaves fall to the ground with a loud sound.
Be firm.
Tang Fei was very worried and said: "If the Witch God's strength recovers, then no one here will be his opponent."
"Leave the Witch God to me to deal with." Ye Qiu said.
Tang Fei glanced at Ye Qiu and asked, "Are you sure?"
"I'm not sure, but I can give it a try." Ye Qiu said.
Tang Fei still felt that the risk was too great and said: "Otherwise, we will withdraw from the Miao territory first, and then I will ask the military god to mobilize the army to support us."
Qilin agreed with Tang Fei's opinion and said: "This is the safest thing to do, Ye Qiu, we will withdraw to Miao territory, and then you can mobilize 100,000 Longmen disciples to support us."
"I don't believe that the Witch God can stop thousands of troops by himself."
"Ye Qiu, let's withdraw!"
"We can't evacuate." Ye Qiu said: "Don't forget, the nine thousand year old body has not been found yet."
"What do you think would happen if the nine-thousand-year-old body fell into the hands of the Witch God Cult?"
Qilin's face stiffened.
The Wushen Cult and Longmen are sworn enemies. Once the nine-thousand-year-old body falls into the hands of the Wushen Cult, it will be insulted.
"Also, Han Long and Zhao Hu have also come to Miao territory. We don't know where they are now or what situation they encountered. To retreat at this time would be equivalent to abandoning them."
"If they die in Miao territory, how can I explain to the disciples of Longmen? How can I live up to the nine-thousand-year-old entrustment?"
Qilin was silent.
"Moreover, Nine Thousand Years Old died in battle, and Longmen's morale has dropped sharply. If we retreat at this time and the Witch God Sect knows our whereabouts, they will definitely pursue the victory and beat up the drowned dogs. Maybe they will take this opportunity to launch a massive attack."
"When the time comes, Longmen will suffer a devastating disaster."
Ye Qiu said: "So, there is only one way before us now, and that is to move forward and rather die than retreat."
"As for the Witch God, you don't need to worry too much. It's not like I haven't killed the masters on the God List before."
"Just a few days ago, I killed Daitobu Miyamoto Musashi, who is third on the divine list."
What!
Ye Qiu killed the third-ranked master on the God List?
Tang Fei and others were stunned.
Ye Qiu did not tell them that in fact, killing Miyamoto Musashi mainly relied on the sword character. The reason why he said this was because he did not want Tang Fei and the others to retreat because of fear of the witch god.
"Ye Qiu, tell me honestly, how strong is your current cultivation level?" Tang Fei asked curiously.
Ye Qiu replied: "I don't know very well, but it should be ranked in the top five on the divine list!"
hiss--
Everyone gasped.
Ye Qiu said: "The witch god became obsessed with practicing martial arts many years ago. Even if he has restored his cultivation now, there is nothing to be afraid of."
"If the Witch God really kills the nine thousand year old, then with the strength of the Nine Thousand Years Old, the Witch God will definitely be traumatized."
"I can fight against the Witch God."
Qilin then said: "Ye Qiu is right, we cannot retreat. Only by defeating the Witch God Cult can we revive the morale of Longmen."
Tang Fei thought for a while and said to Ye Qiu: "The Army God told me before I came here that after arriving in Miao territory, everything will be under your command."
"Since you agree to move forward, I can only accompany you."
"However, I have brought too few people. In addition to the master of the Witch God, the Witch God Sect may have other masters and many disciples of the Witch God Sect. For the sake of caution, we still have to bring in reinforcements."
"Long Ye, take a few people immediately to find a place with a signal, call the God of War, and ask the God of War to mobilize the army to assist us."
"Yes!" Long Ye took the order and left quickly with a few soldiers.
After Long Ye left, Ye Qiu asked Qilin: "How long will it take to get to the headquarters of the Wushen Cult from here?"
Qilin said: "Forty minutes at most."
Ye Qiu said: "Without further delay, we will set off immediately."
At the moment, the team continues to move forward.
Fifteen minutes later.
Ye Qiu's face became serious.
The closer they got to the headquarters of the Wushen Cult, the stronger the smell of blood they smelled, and the further they walked, the more corpses they saw.
By the end, there were corpses almost everywhere in the mountains and forests.
There are literally thousands of them.
These corpses were all killed in battle, some were from Longmen, and some were disciples of the Wushen Sect.
Large areas of soil were stained red with blood.
shocking.
It can be seen that this battle was very brutal.
When we were still ten minutes away from the headquarters of the Wushen Cult, outposts gradually appeared, but they were all cut off by Ye Qiu with the force of thunder.
Just when he was about to walk out of the woods, suddenly, a building appeared in Ye Qiu's sight.
Looking around, there is a cliff two hundred meters ahead.
On the cliff, there are densely packed wooden stilted buildings.
Hundreds of stilt houses follow the ups and downs of the terrain, forming rows upon rows of mountains, making it a spectacular sight.
Among them, at the bottom of the Diaojiaolou, there is a large square that can accommodate thousands of people.
At this time, hundreds of people were standing in the square, forming a circle, as if some important event was being held.
They are all disciples of the Wushen Cult.
Each one held a long knife in his hand and looked fierce.
Ye Qiu took a closer look and saw a person lying on the ground in the center of the square.
Dressed in green clothes, it is extremely eye-catching.
Nine thousand years old!
Ye Qiu's heart trembled, and he quickly made a "stop moving" gesture.
Suddenly, the team stopped.
Tang Fei took a telescope and looked ahead, and said in shock: "No, Cao Yuan's body is in the hands of the Wushen Sect."
Qilin's expression changed, he took the telescope from Tang Fei's hand, glanced in the direction of the square, and anger instantly appeared in his eyes.
"We must not let the Nine Thousand Years Old fall into the hands of the Witch God Cult. I will go and snatch the Nine Thousand Years Old back."
After Qilin finished speaking, he was ready to take action.
"Stop!" Ye Qiu stopped Qilin and said, "Stay calm."
Qilin said: "Nine Thousand Years Old is in the hands of the Witch God Sect, how can I remain calm? I must snatch Nine Thousand Years Old back."
"Don't act rashly. Don't worry, I will never let them harm the nine-thousand-year-old body."
As soon as Ye Qiu finished speaking, he saw a disciple of the Wushen Cult walking next to Cao Yuan's body and said loudly:
"Brothers, the corpse lying in front of you now is the leader of Longmen, Cao Yuan!"
"He has been against us for many years and has killed so many of our brothers. Brothers, what do you think we should do?"
After the man finished speaking, a group of disciples of the Witch God Sect rushed forward and said: "Burn Cao Yuan into ashes!"
"Cut Cao Yuan into eight pieces!"
"..."
Anything.
The man raised his hand to silence the surroundings, and then said: "Your suggestions are all very good, but I think this punishment of Cao Yuan is not enough."
"I suggest leaving Cao Yuan here to expose his body for three days, and then chop his body into pieces and make meat buns to feed the pigs. What do you think, brothers?"
Everyone around said in unison: "Okay!"
When Ye Qiu heard these words, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and he said to Tang Fei and others: "Stay here and don't move."
Finished.
Ye Qiu jumped out, quickly came to the square, and walked towards hundreds of disciples of the Wushen Sect. As he walked, he said: "How dare a bunch of bastards humiliate a nine-thousand-year-old body and seek death!"
Qiang——
The imperial sword is unsheathed!
[The author has something to say]
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