"This time I set up a trap in your place out of desperation."
Things have become like this, and Feng Yun can't. After all, he can't explain it clearly. He said very politely: "Please go back, Deputy Chief An, and say a few nice words. After all, during the peace between the two parties, we are also helpless when things happen."
An Ruo
"In this case, I won't delay Deputy Chief An."
Feng Yun said kindly: "The casualties are not small. I'm afraid Deputy Chief An will be very busy when he goes back this time. Do you need me to pay some pension?"
An Ruo
The Heavenly King Xiao snorted.
An Ruoxing said calmly: "Ning Zaifei, your killing order with us has not been cancelled. I advise you not to hum and go back early, it will be good for you."
Ning Zaifei's face suddenly turned purple and he said angrily: "When have I ever been afraid of Dongfang...Dongfang San...the military advisor's killing order!"
"hehe."
An Ruoxing sneered, and his eyes fell on Yinshen Palace involuntarily.
I saw the old devil looking as miserable as a walking zombie, with his head buried in his arms and his brother's body in his arms.
The cold wind blew by, and the gray hair on Yinshen Palace's head was fluttering messily.
An Ruoxing felt a little sour for no reason, and couldn't help but think of the time when her sister died. At that time... was the devil also so sad?
I thought for a while and cleared away the inexplicable thoughts in my mind.
He turned his head and said in a hoarse voice: "Have you collected all the remains of my colleagues?"
"It's finished."
"withdraw!"
The defenders retreated in order.
Dong Changfeng finally broke up.
Li Yao's fierce gaze was on Dong Changfeng's face, and Dong Changfeng looked at him without any sign of weakness.
Heng Tianzhu glared and said, "What are you looking at? If you don't leave, I will destroy you!"
Dong Changfeng said calmly: "It's not that I underestimate you, Ji Hong. Although I am not your opponent, but if you dare to kill me today, I guarantee that you will not survive three days! If you don't believe it, just try it!"
Ji Hong said indifferently: "Life and death, who among us in the world has ever been afraid? If it weren't for the armistice, do you really think I wouldn't dare to kill you?"
Dong Changfeng laughed loudly: "If it weren't for the armistice, you wouldn't be able to see me at all! Farewell!"
Finally, the golden snake spear swung.
Follow the large army.
Tianwang Xiao said hey: "Ji Hong, you still don't dare after all?"
Ji Hong was furious: "Brother Ning, how dare you? Even if you are not afraid of the Guardian's pursuit, can you pass the test of Vice Chief Yan?"
Ning Zaifei sighed: "That's really hard to live with."
Then he patted Ji Hong on the shoulder: "Brother, you are doing well."
The voice was filled with sadness.
Ji Hong also understood the reason. After all, Ning Zaifei had reached the level of a street rat some time ago, and everyone in the world beat him up.
I don’t know who Ning Zaifei offended.
At this moment, he became curious and asked: "Brother Ning, who did you offend some time ago?"
Ning Zaifei's lips twitched, and he wanted to say: I'm afraid I have offended the illegitimate son of the chief leader and Dongfang Sansan...
But after thinking about it for a long time, I still didn’t dare to say this.
He said angrily with a dark face: "Why are you so curious? Do you also want to offend me?"
"I don't dare." Ji Hong is still very stubborn. He can never offend someone who can make Ning Zaifei like that!
"Don't you dare ask me a question? Will you die if you hold back your damn curiosity?" Ning Zaifei said evil things and bad words.
Ji Hong also turned dark.
The guy who was so nice just now suddenly changed his face. Is this Ning Zaifei born in the year of the dog?
If you fall out, you won't recognize anyone.
So ancestral...
I saw that the battlefield was almost cleaned and the bodies were almost collected and gathered together.
Feng Yun asked Ji Hong to check and found that the defender had indeed disappeared.
So he ordered all the corpses to be packed up, carried forward sixty miles, dug a big hole, and buried them dripping with blood.
"Hey! I hope it can be useful."
Feng Yun sighed.
I couldn't help but look up at the sky, feeling that this was God's will.
An Ruoxing showed up without knowing anything. An Ruoxing, a guy who has always been prudent and prudent in his life, has made such a bold move in his life and stopped his plan!
Where does this make sense?
Maybe in An Ruoxing's heart, this is still the biggest shame in his life. After all, more than 700 people died for no reason...
Can it be said to be a super failure?
If it was just to lure the snake out of its hole, lure Hai Wuliang and his group of people out, kill them, and obtain the bodies of the Shen Weasel Cult, this plan could be said to be a great success.
The arrangement of the battlefield at the place where the big devil fell was just Feng Yun's temporary decision.
It's basically not part of the real plan.
But Feng Yun is a person who pursues perfection.
Now that I have arranged it this way, I want it to be more perfect. Now that it is like this, I feel extremely unhappy.
If someone had blocked him consciously, Feng Yun wouldn't have been so upset, but being interrupted accidentally would have been indescribably depressing!
And there is a feeling of 'God's will', which makes people feel even more depressed.
"Withdraw!"
Feng Yun finally sighed softly.
Of all the corpses present, only Hou Fang's was held tightly by the Yin Shen Palace and was not moved there.
Under Feng Yun's order, he did not grab it.
Otherwise, you have to fill it out.
After all, other people from the Southeast Headquarters were buried there after their deaths, and they did not return to their roots.
For Hou Fang to be able to make such an exception, Feng Yun was already generous.
At this time, the pills taken by Yinshen Palace and Qian Sanjiang had already taken effect.
The two of them stood up silently with the large army. Qian Sanjiang wanted to take Hou Fang's body, but Yinshen Palace held it tightly.
Although he didn't say a word, his attitude of not letting go no matter what was extremely determined.
I had no choice but to let him hold me.
Come to the fork in the road.
After the two sides parted, Yin Shen Palace had already adjusted his mood and saluted Feng Yun to say goodbye: "Thank you for your consideration, Commander-in-Chief, I will go back now."
"Be careful along the way, and go back and sort yourself out."
Feng Yun said softly: "Hai Wuliang is not dead yet, you must be careful. And we will continue in the future!"
"My subordinates understand."
"Go ahead."
"My subordinates resign!"
Yinshen Palace and Qian Sanjiang hugged Hou Fang, and the two of them headed in the direction of Yixin Sect.
The back views of the two people gave off a rather sad and frightening feeling.
Feng Yi personally escorted him.
Feng Yun looked at the back of Yin Shen Palace and couldn't help but sigh.
Said: "This person from Yinshen Palace is considered useless."
"Yes."
Ji Hong sighed and said: "It feels like he has no ambition in his heart anymore, and even the demonic nature in his body has been almost worn away. His heart is completely withered, and he feels like there is no wave in the stagnant water."
"This is normal."
Feng Er sighed and said: "The Yixin Sect is only a third-level sect. It was forced up, and its strength cannot keep up. The headquarters assigned more than a dozen saint-level masters as a supplement, but in the end, they lost all in one battle, and they even matched up.
An old team member. But this old team member is still an old brother who is willing to die for him."
At this point, everyone sighed.
Among solipsistic sects, this kind of brother who is willing to die as a substitute is really rare.
Feng Yun has such subordinates. After all, the Feng family does have countless such dead soldiers; but there is no such brother.
As for Tianwang Xiao, Ji Hong, etc...
They looked at each other, but neither of them spoke.
Because the two of them don't even have one such subordinate, let alone a brother.
The two big demons were envious of Yin Shen Palace for no reason.
The shadow master who previously protected the Yin Shen Palace said silently: "Although the cultivation level of the Yin Shen Palace is not high...but he is also risking his life to protect his two brothers. If I can have such a leader, I will also be willing to do it.
He went to die."
Everyone was silent for a while.
Yes, this is what Yin Shen Palace earned with its own actions.
"Speaking of which, it's really strange that our Solipsism actually has such a person."
Ning Zaifei who said this was glared hard by Feng Yun.
"There are three brothers in the Yin Shen Palace. The same was true for Mu Linyuan before, who died in the hands of Hai Wuliang. Now this Hou Fang also died in the hands of Hai Wuliang."
Feng Er sighed and said: "No matter how disheartened the Yin Shen Palace is, but... Hai Wuxian will never stop until he dies."
When the second letter of the cover says this, it is said without intention, but the listener has intention.
Feng Yun suddenly remembered that he was dedicated to teaching another dead worshiper.
Sun Yuan.
This name was only known to Feng Yun because of Night Demon.
Now that he thinks about it, Feng Yun can't help but reveal a meaningful smile on his face.
Hmm, I wonder to what extent Night Demon has helped Yan Beihan?
The night devil I'm talking about is Dongyun Yu... Yan Beihan, do you believe it?
He turned to Heavenly King Xiao and said: "Mr. Ning, please send these corpses of the Divine Weasel Cult back to Yanzu as soon as possible. Please."
Although Feng Yun is a junior, he would rather not explode in front of Feng Yun. Even though he is the eighth in the Yunduan Weaponry, in front of a behemoth like the Feng family, he is instinctively shorter.
Ning Zaifei was a little reluctant. He had been holding it in for so long and finally came out. Why was he willing to go back so quickly?
Said: "Let Ji Hong send it back. I'll play more here."
Feng Yun smiled bitterly: "I also want you to have more fun here, but Vice Chief Yan has ordered that you cannot stay outside for too long. As soon as the things here are finished, you must return to the headquarters as soon as possible. This
It’s a death order!”
Tianwang Xiao's expression flattened.
He knew that this was really said by Yan Nan himself, and no one else could say it.
This is because I am still worried about Dongfang Sansan’s final decision.
Tianwang Xiao sighed, and he also complained a little in his heart about how Yannan was so weak. He was the eighth in the clouds, how could he be killed so easily?
But think about Xue Fuxiao Rui Qianshan Yutian Banner Dongfang Chongming Wu Daotian... It seems that there are really many people here who can kill me?
Ning Zaifei thought for a while, took the ring filled with corpses, and said sarcastically: "Since Deputy Chief Master Yan is in a hurry, I will go back."
"Ha ha!"
Hengtian Jihong looked at the sky and laughed inexplicably.
This caused Ning Zaifei to stare at him for half a quarter of an hour with a vicious, cannibalistic look.
Under Feng Yun's urging, Ning Zaifei left in a hurry. Then Feng Yun sighed.
"withdraw!"
…
Under the leadership of Mu Yun, the Blood Cloud Sect finally withdrew from the battlefield. They were covered in wounds and everyone looked confused.
"Leader, what's going on today?"
Mu Yun had a sullen face: "Who knows what happened? I guess I bumped into some big boss's bureau... What bad luck!"
What bad luck.
These three words are the common thoughts in the hearts of seven people.
Everyone takes advantage of the chaos to go out and kill a few people. Even if they can't kill An Ruoxing, they can still turn around and run away, resuming the previous situation of you chasing me and running away. Anyway, there is always a chance to kill a few of them.
but……
This time, I suddenly crashed into the battlefield where gods fight, and I really couldn't help it!
Most of the people who were confused died inside. Apart from knowing that the defenders had done it, the other wave of people who did it didn't even know their origins.
How unjust is this?
The bodies of the dead were all thrown over there, and this compensation also needed to be provided by the Blood Cloud Sect.
Of course, this is not a big deal, the real big deal is... after one battle, 90% of the strength was lost!
What to do about the Blood Cloud Sect?
While he was melancholy, a shadow caught up with him, revealed his identity and asked where he came from. It turned out to be someone from the headquarters.
Mu Yun and others could only report obediently.
As a result, all seven people, starting from the leader Mu Yun, received a big meal of fried rice dumplings.
Then he was ordered: "Get out of here!... Get out of your grandma's house! What kind of trouble are you making with this little strength? You're just a bastard!"
The seven people didn't have time to wait for their injuries to recover, so they ran away again.
I almost ran out of breath.
It didn't stop until it was thousands of miles away. Everyone felt unspeakably miserable.
The leader Mu Yun was sulking while thinking about what to do next.
The other six remained silent.
They all even doubted in their hearts: Is joining the Blood Cloud Sect this time a right choice?
It's not surprising that they were suspicious. The main reason was that "bringing a bunch of ants into the battle between the gods and being inexplicably used as cannon fodder" could lead to something like this. It really makes people doubt the ability of Mu Yun, the leader.
I have to say, shouldn’t this situation have been judged long ago?
Is this a game we can participate in?
When gods fight, mortals suffer. We are not mortals, but we were originally outside the circle, but the leader of the church led us into it in a daze and died...
Tsk, even if there are thousands of reasons, it doesn’t seem to make sense.
Moreover, the reason why the leader took action this time was entirely the leader's personal personal vendetta - this is even more unpleasant!
Again, the results speak for themselves.
If Mu Yun succeeds this time, he will not only get his revenge, but also kill people to attack the teaching base. Everyone will be happy!
But... why so many people died? Who is responsible?
Anyway, as subordinates, that's right - I just followed the orders from my superiors. What's wrong with me?
Mu Yun and the other seven people each took the elixir, each with their own concerns.
At this moment, the seven people felt at the same time that the atmosphere around them suddenly became a little wrong.
Mu Yun was the first to be alert, opening his eyes and looking around in confusion.
Immediately, there seemed to be an inexplicable momentum approaching.
Then I heard a voice saying: "Hey, mushrooms, where are you going? What's the price?"
The seven members of the Bloody Cloud Sect looked confused.
What does it mean?
Then I saw a person, carefree, appearing on a treetop, holding his shoulders, looking down at the seven people, and his body was as light as a goose feather.
He has a handsome face, is dressed in black, and has a playful look on his face.
As this person appeared, several more people appeared from all directions, forming a surrounding situation.
Among them, there is also a woman.
If Fang Che were here, he would be able to recognize him at a glance. Oh, aren't these my long-lost subordinates?
The people who came were none other than the Night Demon Sect.
I have to say that the people of the Night Demon Cult have been extremely honest during this period.
Originally, the Night Demon Cult came out to do some work; however, since they heard that Fang Tu was back.
Ding Juran, who was responsible for leading the troops to cause trouble, suddenly felt scared to his core. He was really scared, from the inside out, and even Mo Wang and others could see it.
I won’t go out immediately!
For this reason, I even changed my habit of cherishing words like gold. I spoke a lot more for the first time.
"No, you can't go out!"
"Never go out!"
"Mr. Fang... Fang Che is back. The leader is not here, so he must not go out!"
"Anyway, you can't go out!"
"I'll kill you if you make trouble again!"
"Practice quietly!"
Although these words were not spoken in a day, it was already extremely difficult for Ding Juran.
Therefore, no matter how seduced by the Southeast Headquarters, the Lord of the Night Demon Cult retreated.
If you can’t go out, you won’t go out!
Even if the sky falls, I won’t go out!
Under such circumstances, whether the Southeast Headquarters wants to catch the Night Demon Cult, or Fang Che wants to act, it is just a joke, purely useless!
Mo Wulong Yikong and others were puzzled by Ding Juran: "Why are you so afraid of that Fang Tu!?"
"Is it so scary?"
"Isn't it just a patrol?"
Ding Juran had only one way to deal with this: pull out the long sword with a swipe sound.
"If you beat me, you can get out!"
The Night Demon Cult and others stopped talking at the same time.
This guy's swordsmanship is getting sharper and sharper now, and he really has no hope of winning.
During the days when he was hiding in the Night Demon Sect, everyone in the Night Demon Sect witnessed Ding Ziran's madness.
He was silent and usually as cold as a stone, but his hard work in practicing moved everyone.
At the martial arts arena, everyone saw Ding Juran taking out a lot of star iron protective gear with a loud bang.
Fasten protective gear on your ankles, calves, thighs, waist, abdomen, chest, back, upper arms, forearms, and wrists.
Each protective gear weighs at least 500 kilograms.
In other words, Ding Juran now carries a weight of nearly 10,000.
Then he used a large ocean bowl and filled it with clean water.
Put it on your head.
With this body in mind, when practicing swordplay, the movements must be standard, meticulous, tossing and turning, and a complete set of sword moves.
And each sword practice lasts for an hour.
In one hour, if there is one drop of water in the bowl of the ocean.
After the one-hour time limit was up, he slapped himself so hard that his face was swollen! It was so hard that his nostrils were bleeding.
Then rest, contemplate for a while, and then start again for an hour.
All day long, without saying a word, without stopping.
At the specified time, I took off my protective gear and took down the big bowl. I was sweating all over my body. I rested, meditated, and went to sleep.
Tomorrow comes tomorrow.
All are like this.
Looking at it, Long Yikong and others felt chills in their hearts.
Under the leadership of Ding Jieran, a group of people also began to practice this way. For this reason, Yang Jiucheng went to find someone to make a bunch of protective gear.
Two days later, everyone discovered that every time Ding Juran took it out and put it back, he actually put it into a wristband on his hand.
This guy actually has space equipment!
Everyone was shocked.
The sparring between Mo Wang and Ma Qianli was not actually sparring, but punishing each other. After all, they couldn't be as cruel to themselves as Ding Juran was.
The cow Baizhan and the sheep are in a group of 90%.
And Long Yikong naturally paired up with Feng Wanxia.
The two made an agreement: Wear protective gear and practice with the sea bowl on your head. If water leaks, you will receive a slap from the other party.
Naturally, you can't carry as much weight as Ding Juran at the beginning. After all, even masters need to take it step by step.
But each protective gear weighs dozens of kilograms.
When practicing this way for the first time, everyone naturally made a lot of mistakes.
Long Yikong and Feng Wanxia originally supervised each other: If you make a mistake, I will slap you; if I make a mistake, you will slap me.
At first, the slap was just crisp.
Then one time when Feng Wanxia made a mistake, Long Yikong suddenly felt itchy and slapped Feng Wanxia in the face. Feng Wanxia's face was swollen and she fell three steps away with her head buzzing.
Long Yikong put his hands on his hips and laughed happily. He looked very happy.
Feng Wanxia gritted her teeth and continued practicing. Finally, it was Long Yikong's turn to make a mistake.
Shake your hands and slap me hard!
Snap!
In front of Long Yikong's eyes, stars flew out of nowhere! His head was buzzing for a long time, and blood actually flowed from his nostrils.
He stood up and looked at Feng Wanxia in disbelief.
Feng Wanxia smiled brightly: "Punishment!"
"Okay, okay, okay!"
Long Yikong nodded firmly and continued practicing.
Then the atmosphere between the two of them suddenly changed. The one who made a mistake didn't hide away, and kept his face straight, and was beaten wildly by the other party.
Then it's the other party's turn to make a mistake, and you'll also hit him wildly!
After a day of training, most people would have a swollen face.
But both of them were beaten until they looked like adults!
Long Yikong's eyes were so beaten that they were hanging outside, and he gasped loudly and softly. Feng Wanxia was beaten so hard that her hair became messy, her face was purple and bleeding, her nostrils were red, her mouth was bleeding, and her eyes were swollen.
The two of them didn't speak a word, and staggered into their own rooms to heal and rest before continuing the next day!
Then Ding Jieran discovered that his own practice was not even as hard as these two.
I can't help but raise the difficulty level again: How can I be compared to others?
After practicing for ten days, Feng Wanxia almost tied with Mo Wu in a battle!
This made Mo Wang almost collapse: I'll go! Is the progress so obvious?
So I discussed with Ma Qianli: Let’s start fighting for real!
From this moment on, the Night Demon Cult suddenly turned into a death-defying field!
Every day is bloody, but progress is being made every day. This kind of improvement is obvious to the extreme: If you don't make progress, you will be beaten! And your opponents will beat you without mercy!
If you are beaten, you have to fight back, right? But if you don't perform well, you won't have a chance to fight back.
Now that everyone has shown real fire, who is afraid of whom?
Everyone has a special life!
Under such promotion, the strength of everyone in the Night Demon Sect has actually increased by leaps and bounds.
Finally, it was Ma Qianli's turn to go out for investigation and came back with news: Fang Tu could not come out of seclusion! It was said that it was a critical moment for his cultivation.