In the southern border area of the Great Zhou Dynasty, there was silence in the mountains and fields, and suddenly there was a voice.
A large number of people emerged from the mountains and forests, all wearing bright light armor, with lightning swords hanging on their waists, with cold and stern expressions and murderous intent.
All the soldiers and generals have good cultivation. They are a group of cultivators, and they are well-disciplined. They have been on the battlefield and have gone through battles.
Cultivators who relatively advocate freedom can form troops with strict military disciplines. This is a very rare thing in the entire world of human cultivation in the vast land of China.
This was naturally the world-famous Shenwu Army of the Zhou Dynasty. At this moment, they rushed out of the mountains and forests. In addition to their colleagues, they clearly escorted some other people.
These people look much more ordinary, there are men and women, old and young, cultivators and ordinary people.
Most of the captive cultivators were injured and looked depressed and troubled. However, although they fell into the enemy's hands, they all had firm eyes. Their eyes occasionally glanced at the Zhou generals who were escorting them, and they even revealed a hint of deep-seated hatred.
Their appearance is also very different from the people in the southern part of the Zhou Dynasty or the barbarians in southern Xinjiang. They look more like northerners.
A monk from the Shenwu Army turned his head and looked at the prisoners coldly: "I only want things you know, not your eyes. With your current appearance, do you want me to pluck out your eyeballs first?"
A big man who was obviously the leader among the prisoners snorted but said nothing.
He himself was not afraid of the opponent at all. If he was caught by mistake, he had no intention of surviving.
But he had to consider the safety of those captured with them, as well as the old, weak, women and children. At this moment, if he showed off his ambition and went against the monks of the Zhou Dynasty, ordinary compatriots might be implicated and suffer disaster.
If the other party intended to use it as a threat to force him to confess, he would definitely not compromise, but right now, there was no need to invite trouble.
The big man glanced at the young people in the team and stopped their impulse with his eyes. The prisoners obviously did not misunderstand his meaning. They looked at the old people and children beside them. They all suppressed their hatred and anger and lowered their heads.
I no longer look at those great Zhou monks.
Their country was destroyed, and they wandered all the way, evading capture and constantly fighting against the monks of the Zhou Dynasty. They were far calmer and more experienced than their peers.
What's more, although he is unfortunately captured now, he has not yet reached despair.
Everyone firmly believed that someone would save them from danger.
A couple leaned together and supported each other with difficulty. The wife carefully held a child in her arms. She didn't care, but she was afraid that someone would hurt the son in her arms.
It was a boy who looked like a tiger-headed boy. He was huddled in his mother's arms and asked quietly: "Mom, sir, they will come to save us, right?"
The woman said softly: "Don't be afraid, Xiao Huanzi, the meeting leader and others will definitely come back to save us."
Although the two spoke softly, how could they hide it from someone who had already practiced Qi cultivation?
Hearing the conversation between mother and son, the monks of the Great Zhou Shenwu Army looked at each other and smiled. They wanted to use these prisoners as bait to catch bigger fish, otherwise they would have been killed long ago.
And in the dense forest in the distance, someone was observing their movements. But they were only staying far away to ensure that they would not lose their whereabouts, but they were not close enough to avoid being discovered.
The young man gritted his teeth, hammered the tree trunk next to him, and then crushed a sound crystal.
"They are coming out soon."
On the other side of the sound crystal, a big man in black froze his eyes slightly after hearing this, and then said: "Keep staring, don't be reckless. Everything will be done according to the master's plan."
After ending the contact, a scar on the face of the big man in black shook slightly, but he still remained calm.
He turned around and walked out of the forest, but came to a cliff.
Standing on the edge of the cliff was a tall, slender, young man, dressed in black clothes and with a masculine and handsome face.
The man looked at the mountains in the distance. His whole body seemed to be integrated with the mountains, and his tall body was like a mountain peak reaching into the sky.
His expression was calm, making it difficult to guess what he was thinking. However, at this moment, this mountain-like man seemed to be showing a bit of twilight, with a bit of confusion, and the mountains seemed to be shaking at this moment.
But when he felt someone approaching the cliff, the confusion and twilight on his body disappeared completely, making people feel as if it was just an illusion.
What appears in front of others is still the same majestic body that held up the sky for them and protected them from wind and rain.
The scarred-faced man in black came to his side and said softly: "Master, Zhou Gou will escort our compatriots and come out of the mountain immediately."
The young man in black nodded and said calmly: "Inform Nanhua and Hongyan to prepare, and we are setting off."
Having said that, he should take one step forward, fly in the air, turn into a black stream of fire, and fly away into the distance.
On that day, the Shenwu Army of the Great Zhou Dynasty deliberately took advantage of the prisoners and laid a trap to ambush them, intending to catch Xuefenghui in one fell swoop.
However, Xuefeng Hui, under the leadership of Hui Zhang Lie, divided their troops into two groups, and under false and real attacks, they not only successfully rescued people, but also broke out of the encirclement, causing the Shenwu Army generals who led the troops to lose face.
However, the Zhou Dynasty was powerful after all, chasing Zhang Lie and others all the way, and even the Nascent Soul Stage monks were dispatched.
Zhang Lie entrusted everyone to Kang Nanhua and retreated into the ancient Daze under Kang Nanhua's escort. Zhang Lie himself stepped forward to distract the pursuers.
In the ancient domain of Daze, everyone in the Xuefeng Society temporarily occupied a stronghold and reluctantly settled down. At the same time, they were anxiously waiting for news about Zhang Lie.
A man in white robes became the backbone of everyone at this moment. He looked at the big man in black robes with a scar on his face: "Did you keep the logo?"
The big man in black robe sighed, also worried: "Don't worry, Mr. Kang, I'll keep it."
The man in white robe was Kang Nanhua. He nodded when he heard the words. Among the people present, he was the only one who was in a calm mood. Next to him, stood a girl in red, her whole body seemed to be surrounded by flames.
The whole body is dressed in crimson attire, red riding boots, a red cloak, red hair like a blazing flame, and flames dancing in his eyes.
At this moment, she seemed a little anxious, and she was as restless as fire.
The big man in black robe glanced at her and shook his head: "Hongyan, don't act rashly, I believe in the master."
The girl's face and facial features still looked a little childish, and she had not fully grown, but her childishness had completely faded. She pursed her lips tightly and said, "I know."
At this moment, a shout suddenly came from outside: "The leader is back! The leader is back!"
The girl in red cheered in surprise, and couldn't hold it back any longer, flying out to greet him. Kang Nanhua and the big man in black robes also had sincere expressions of joy on their faces, and they went out together.
Soon, Zhang Lie was seen walking towards him. He was dressed in a black suit, stained with blood, and his face was as pale as paper, but his back was straight and his face was resolute and calm, without any abnormalities.
Seeing him, the anxious mood of everyone present immediately calmed down.
Kang Nanhua smiled slightly: "I'll go outside and take a look." It's not that Zhang Lie can't be trusted, but that Zhang Lie is obviously seriously injured at this moment. If a powerful enemy secretly follows him, it will be difficult for him to find out.
Kang Nanhua will do his best to do what he promised to Yue Hongfeng.
Zhang Lie obviously understood this. Even if Kang Nanhua didn't say anything, he would take the initiative to ask for help and nodded immediately: "Thank you."
Then he turned to look at the girl in red who came to him, and smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I'm back."
Yue Hongyan pursed his lips and nodded: "Zhou Gou is very powerful. We may have to move again later. Let's take a rest first. Mr. Kang is out patrolling, and I will protect the law."
Having been on the run and fighting since childhood, growing up in blood and fire, Yue Hongyan's words at this moment are first and foremost related to the current situation.
But the fire in her eyes has clearly been extinguished at this moment, and she is as gentle as water.
Zhang Lie felt warm in his heart and nodded with a smile: "Don't worry, although the injury is serious, it is not fatal. Although it will take time to recover, it is not unthinkable, and there is no need to retreat. You can be transferred at any time."
"Guild Leader!" A little boy rushed to Zhang Lie and threw himself into his arms, making the woman behind him furious: "Xiao Huanzi, you little bastard, be careful! The Guild Leader is injured, please don't
Make trouble with him!"
Xiao Huanzi was stunned by her mother's yell, but Zhang Lie smiled and waved his hand to the woman: "It's okay, it doesn't matter."
He looked at Xiao Huanzi in his arms and said, "I made you feel wronged before, aren't you scared?"
Xiao Huanzi said loudly: "I was scared at first, but when the guild leader, Sister Hongyan, Mr. Kang, and everyone came to save us, we were not scared anymore!"
"I want to grow up quickly, learn my skills, and then, like Sister Hongyan, follow behind the guild leader and fight Zhou Gou to protect my father, mother, and everyone!"
Everyone laughed when they heard this. Zhang Lie flicked Xiao Huanzi's forehead with his finger: "Okay! You are almost the same age. When you get through this, I will teach you the Taoism personally!"
Xiao Huanzi immediately cheered and danced, and his mother also thanked Zhang Lie repeatedly, not only for saving her life, but also for Zhang Lie's willingness to accept Xiao Huanzi as his disciple.
After everyone saw the ceremony, Zhang Lie was injured after all, so he went inside to heal his injuries.
He turned to look at Yue Hongyan who was following him, and said softly: "There is no need to retreat for this healing. You can transfer at any time, but after I settle down, I will retreat to attack the realm of Nascent Soul."
"The enemy is powerful, we must constantly strengthen ourselves."
Yue Hongyan nodded vigorously: "I understand!"
After entering a simple clean room, Zhang Lie sat down cross-legged. Yue Hongyan was protecting him outside, and he was the only one left in the clean room.
The room was quiet, and after a long time, a deep sigh suddenly sounded.
The straight back seemed to be overwhelmed at this moment, and it was slightly bent.
Zhang Lie opened his eyes, his eyes were no longer firm and mixed with many other things.
His mind couldn't help but recall the previous scenes of facing many strong men from the Zhou Dynasty. This time he was able to successfully break out of the encirclement, escape from the pursuers, and come back alive. In fact, it all depended on luck.
But good luck will not favor him again and again.
What's more, if others don't know, how can he not know how powerful the enemy is at this moment?
The enemy encirclement and suppression we are facing now is not even a drop in the bucket for the enemy...
What should we do next time? Where is the end of such days and where is hope? (To be continued.)