This time when the Heavenly Puppet God General rebelled, it was not only the Sanjiang Alliance that suffered heavy losses, but also all the top forces in the five major rivers and lakes suffered casualties.
The most tragic family even lost three elders, leaving the entire sect without a leader. The next fight is bound to be even more difficult.
On the road that separates the tent groups, from time to time you can see some warriors walking out with sad faces, each carrying some inhuman corpses, all of which are warriors who died in battle.
The Tao Family, Haomao Courtyard, Yuhuan Tower, Yanyu Tower, etc. were not spared. Every familiar and unfamiliar person was in tattered clothes and covered in blood. Many people had strong despair and misery in their eyes.
Tao Bo, Zheng Nian, Zhang Shuyu, Chu Yuhuan and other elders were walking in the front, as indifferent as Chu Yuhuan, and they all looked miserable at this time. In her memory, since the establishment of Yanyu Tower, they have never suffered such a major setback.
damage.
Fully 60% of the people brought in this time died, many of them were elites that Yanyu Tower spent a lot of effort and resources to cultivate. Plus the last time, the strength of the entire Yanyu Tower dropped by at least half!
Based on the development of Yanyu Tower at this time, if you want to return to its original level, you can't even think about it for less than twenty years.
If the Yanyu Tower is like this, let alone those top powers who are worse than it. Even the Tao Family, Haomiaoyuan and Yuhuan Tower are not much better than the Yanyu Tower.
From the elders to the disciples, they dare to be angry but dare not speak out, but in their hearts, they already hate the Twelve Holy Lands!
When they got close to each other, Tao Bo and others saw Zhuo Mufeng. His face was as gloomy as water, and his eyes were always flashing with a sharp cold light. Occasionally, when they looked at each other, they all felt a chill.
From the time they met until now, no one had ever seen Zhuo Mufeng look so scary. When they found his body cradled in his arms, Tao Bo and others suddenly realized.
When the incident occurred, all factions were eager to save themselves, but Meng Jiuxiao made too much noise. In order to snatch his body back, the masters of the Sanjiang League were brave enough to fight to the death. Although they succeeded by luck, it also made everyone except Meng Jiuxiao
All the war dead outside were chewed into rotten flesh by the Celestial Puppet Army, and not even their bodies were left behind.
In this battle, the losses of the Sanjiang Alliance definitely far exceeded those of each faction.
As the third master in the alliance and the nominal leader of the four envoys, Meng Jiuxiao plays a huge role and significance to the Sanjiang Alliance. Even now with Zhuo Mufeng, Meng Jiuxiao is still one of Wu Guanting's most capable generals.
He also has prestige and connections in the arena, and can be said to respond to a hundred calls.
His death is tantamount to the collapse of one of the pillars supporting the Sanjiang Alliance. It is an extremely serious blow to the Sanjiang Alliance from the strength level to the spiritual level!
Zhuo Mufeng walked quickly, and Yin Xiangfeng, Wu Kang and a group of masters from the Sanjiang League also followed suit. Soon they met various factions from the Eastern Zhou Dynasty at the fork in front. Each faction subconsciously gave way to a way.
When Zhuo Mufeng passed by, Tao Bo said in a comforting voice: "Brother, don't be too sad. You can't be resurrected after death. Just accept your sorrow and accept the change."
Zheng Nian glanced at the horrific bloody corpse, quickly looked away, and sighed sincerely: "Old Mengyi Bo Yuntian died a worthy death, and I am far worse!"
He asked himself, if it were him, he probably wouldn't have the courage to resist the Celestial Puppet God General in order to save other people.
He and Meng Jiuxiao have known each other for many years, and they often quarreled and hurt each other. This was the time when he admired each other the most. It's a pity that I am not as good as me, but I didn't have the chance to say it to Meng Jiuxiao. Otherwise, he would be complacent.
Zheng Nian's nose felt sore and he turned his head away.
Chu Yuhuan also stared at Meng Jiuxiao's body without saying a word.
The elders of all sects all felt a sense of sadness because of Meng Jiuxiao's death. Today it is Meng Jiuxiao. Maybe tomorrow, this almost inhuman corpse being carried into a mass grave will be replaced by them!
I have spent most of my life in the world, suffered a lot, and gone through waves of bloodshed. In the end, I was still forced to come here and fight against my will. How sad and ridiculous!
Even though there were guards from the Twelve Holy Lands patrolling all around, there were still quite a few experts from each faction who couldn't help but show resentment.
Only Lian Yi, Ye Jingtang and others on the periphery of the crowd were so happy that they even wished that Zhuo Mufeng and the people from the Sanjiang Alliance would die.
Zhuo Mufeng ignored Tao Bo, Zheng Nian, Zhang Shuyu and others and passed through the passage of the crowd. Soon after, he walked out of the formation again.
The guards of the Dongfang Family looked at me and didn't stop me.
A few hundred meters away to the east of the tent group, there is a low slope a hundred meters high, with an irregular shape and wooden tombstones standing on the uneven slope.
Some tombstones have names and surnames, and some simply have the name of the sect written on them to represent them. Zhuo Mufeng heard Meng Jiuxiao say that it seemed that the corpse was too badly damaged and the identity could not be identified, so the sect could only be judged based on the clothing.
Looking up, the huge hillside is full of tombstones and raised earthen mounds, looming in the dark gray sky, like a ghostly wasteland, and creepy.
Under Yin Xiangfeng's guidance, Zhuo Mufeng carried Meng Jiuxiao to the land of the Sanjiang League, just below the left side of the hillside. There were nearly a hundred tombstones there, some of which belonged to death row inmates who replaced the masters of the Sanjiang League.
Zhuo Mufeng put Meng Jiuxiao down, chose a place, pulled out the tear-stained sword and started digging in the soil. Seeing this, the others quickly took out their weapons and tried their best to assist.
After a while, a square pit took shape. Zhuo Mufeng carefully put Meng Jiuxiao into it, but did not immediately bury her with earth. He just stood outside the pit and stared at her.
No one dared to urge him.
After a long time, when other warriors from various sects who came to bury the disciples returned one after another, Zhuo Mufeng suddenly said to everyone around him: "You all should go, I will stay with Lao Meng alone for a while. What happened this time is my fault.
, if I had gone to the war instead of Lao Meng, he would not have died a tragic death."
Hearing the shame in his words, Yin Xiangfeng hurriedly said: "Brother, don't do this, Lao Meng, Lao Meng, he refuses to rest. He goes to war again and again, and you can't persuade him. It's not your fault."
Others had more or less opinions about Zhuo Mufeng because of Meng Jiuxiao's incident. Seeing him like this, the resentment in their hearts calmed down a little.
Zhuo Mufeng shook his head and just ordered: "No need to say more, you can go."
"Uncle..." Yin Xiangfeng wanted to say something else, but Wu Kang gently pulled his sleeves. The latter winked at him and signaled for his uncle to be quiet.
Yin Xiangfeng was thoughtful, nodded after a moment, waved to everyone, and left with Wu Kang. When everyone saw this, they had no choice but to follow.
Hearing the movement behind him, he turned on the Dao Demon Seed, and after sensing that no one was watching, Zhuo Mufeng jumped into the tunnel again.
He had deliberately dug the tunnel very deep just now. With the help of the surrounding mounds of earth and the aura of the sky puppet, even if someone could hide from his senses, as long as they did not stand on the edge of the tunnel, they would not be able to see what was going on inside.
And this, of course, is to hide the Quanwu Palace.
Without any further hesitation, Zhuo Mufeng stretched out his hand, and a mysterious and extraordinary small green bamboo with a purple halo appeared in his palm. Its light actually caused the energy of the heavenly puppets within three feet to retreat.
Wisps of breath escape from the green bamboo, and just one breath makes people feel refreshed, as if they have forgotten all the worries and worries.
Zhuo Mufeng broke this unique extreme four-star bamboo into several pieces, and then stuffed the pieces into Meng Jiuxiao's mouth.
The four-star Tianzhu melted when it touched the mouth, turning into streams of extremely sweet warmth, flowing through Meng Jiuxiao's broken bones and tendons. The effectiveness gradually weakened, but it was extremely long and full of stamina. The streams were superimposed and kept swimming back and forth.
Walking through Meng Jiuxiao's body.
Zhuo Mufeng used his internal power to inspect and was surprised to find that the originally shapeless tendons and bone marrow in Meng Jiuxiao's body were straightening, joining, and slowly reorganizing bit by bit as the effect of Zi Tianzhu spread.
This change is visible to the naked eye, proving that the recovery speed is extremely fast.
Ten lives would not be enough for an ordinary person to suffer Meng Jiuxiao's injuries. Even with the most powerful life-extending medicine in the world, supplemented by the best treatment methods, it may not be possible to bring him back to life.
But once the Four-Star Zi Tianzhu is used, the effect is immediate. If word spreads, it will shock the world!
Zhuo Mufeng deeply realized that he had far underestimated the effect of light purple medicinal soil.
Dark green medicinal soil can turn three-star medicinal materials into top-level four-star medicinal materials, and the further light purple medicinal soil clearly pushes top-level four-star medicinal materials to an extreme!
From the perspective of an outsider, the four-star medicinal materials catalyzed by light purple medicinal soil are probably already rumored to be the ultimate magic medicine that can reshape people and change their lives!
Zhuo Mufeng raised his head and observed his surroundings while investigating Meng Jiuxiao's condition.
About half an hour later, the effectiveness of the Four-Star Zitian Bamboo slowly disappeared, but Meng Jiuxiao's muscles and bones recovered by more than half, and his damaged Dantian was restored to its original state.
The originally weak vitality suddenly grew stronger. Although he did not wake up, if he remained in this state, at least he would not die for a long time.
"We still need a four-star Zitianzhu." Zhuo Mufeng has hoarded a lot of medicinal materials outside the medicine garden, including Zitianzhu. It is not difficult to cultivate one. At most, it only consumes the Martial Pillar value.
But compared to Meng Jiuxiao's life, this Wu Zhu value is nothing.
Feeling greatly relaxed, Zhuo Mufeng smiled. But after he jumped out of the tunnel, his face became as sinking as water, and he began to sweep away the surrounding mounds of soil.
Soon, Meng Jiuxiao was buried underground by him.
After erecting the monument, Zhuo Mufeng found a few bamboos that he had punched nearby, inserted them into the soil, and used the bamboos to create ventilation channels. He sighed: "Old Meng, you always loved bamboos when you were alive. Now that you are dead."
Now, let the bamboo accompany you to rest in peace."
After staying for a while, Zhuo Mufeng left with a sad expression.
Not long after he left, a figure swooped down from the hillside and landed in front of Meng Jiuxiao's tomb. It was Kangdu, the third elder of the Moko Sect.
He practices the six-star martial arts taught by Moko, so naturally he cannot be sensed, but because he is afraid of Zhuo Mufeng, he has never dared to approach him before.
After observing his surroundings, Kang Du suddenly had the urge to dig a grave. His skills were accumulated in his palms, and he immediately patted the mound of soil under him, but at the last moment, he stopped suddenly.
Because Kangdu realized that venting his anger in this way would only lower his own style. When did he, the dignified third elder of the Moko Sect, fall to this level?
"Zhuo Mufeng, I will make you die miserably sooner or later!" Kang Du snorted after dissipating his power.