"You are Augustus, no..." The weird soul screamed in despair.
The tree man Zor released thousands of golden lights, sweeping away the abyss.
At the bottom of the abyss, the weak Zola quickly recovered under the golden light.
A small green sapling is under her protection.
"Zoer, Zola, you have done a good job. Our clan's ancient tree of life is indeed here."
The tree king Augustus injected a mysterious power into the remaining saplings of the ancient tree of life through Zor's body. The saplings grew rapidly. A few minutes later, the saplings grew from the bottom of the abyss, and the tree crown covered the abyss.
A range of dozens of miles.
"The ancient tree of life has reappeared, and the glorious moment of our clan will reappear. Zor, Zola, thanks to Zhao Feng this time, you will be responsible for protecting him from now on, and I will arrange General Tuge to guard here. From now on,
Only Zhao Feng can freely enter and exit the mysterious island through the Ancient Tree of Life!"
"As you command, my Majesty!" Zola bowed and saluted. Not long after the voice of Tree King Augustus disappeared, a special light door opened, and Treeman General Tuge led thousands of treeman guards to the location of the Ancient Tree of Life.
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"Zo Er, Zola, you have completed this mission well. This is the seed of the Tree of the Earth. Please give it to Zhao Feng, hoping that he can plant this seed alive!"
"Boss Guan, it's almost daybreak, why hasn't Boss Feng come out yet?" Huang Tao waited until it was almost dawn and hadn't seen Zhao Feng yet, so he was very anxious.
"If we wait a little longer, he will definitely return safely!" Guan Wen, like everyone else, was worried about Zhao Feng.
In the early morning, the first ray of sunshine arrived as scheduled, and it was finally dawn.
The survivors who escaped were looking forward to dawn. Everyone was happy except for one person. This dejected person was Wei Mingxuan.
"Boss is not young anymore, there is nothing to look away from!"
Yan Wushuang looked at Wei Mingxuan's listless look and looked down upon him.
"What do you know? My battle pet is dead. He was raised by me since he was a child!"
Wei Mingxuan was dejected when he lost his chance to join and no longer had Tiger to accompany him.
"For the sake of being a former classmate, I will tell you a secret. As long as you find the career altar and successfully obtain a career, your battle pet can be resurrected!"
"Are you telling the truth?"
Wei Mingxuan jumped up happily and grabbed Yan Wushuang's arm, but was knocked to the ground by Yan Wushuang's move.
At dawn, what awaited these survivors was a group of farmers in ragged clothes and wearing yellow scarves.
"Old Zhong, what's going on? Are you from the film department? Why haven't you seen it before?"
A dozen students from an art school saw a group of strange people coming out of the jungle.
"Looking at the age of these people, they don't look like students. Could they be local farmers nearby?"
Although the martial arts spirits obtained by everyone, including Guan Wen, Zhao Feng, and Wei Mingxuan, were related to characters from the Three Kingdoms, no one realized that what they experienced was related to the Three Kingdoms.
Guan Wen received the report and hurried over with his people to find out what happened.
"Wei Mingxuan, what happened?"
"Guan Wen, where are you looking?"
Guan Wen looked in the direction of Wei Mingxuan's finger and saw a group of people with sallow faces, ragged clothes, and yellow scarves on their heads. They were carrying a variety of weapons, broken swords, spears as tall as one person, and simple wooden shields.
"Wei Mingxuan, why do I feel that not only are these people difficult to mess with, but they will actually be our enemies."
Wei Mingxuan stared at one of the men wearing leather armor. This man was obviously a head taller than the others. At this time, this man had also noticed Guan Wen, Wei Mingxuan and the others.
"Enemy troops have been found, brothers, prepare to fight!" Following the man's order, the team that was in chaos a moment ago immediately became orderly.
"Attack!"
Until this moment, some people still thought these people were acting, but the cruelty of reality was once again revealed before everyone's eyes.
"ah!"
A young man looked at the beggar-looking people rushing over and didn't care. However, these people rushed over and raised their knives. The young man's head flew up, and another young man was pierced by a sharp spear.
chest.
Before he died, the young man's eyes were full of confusion and disbelief. He didn't understand why we were all human beings and wanted to kill each other.
"Run quickly, they are not our people, they are the Yellow Turban Army!"
Zhao Feng left the abyss and the mysterious island, and appeared not far from Guan Wen and others.
"Brother, you're back, it's great, I'm worried to death!" Yan Wushuang beat Zhao Feng's chest hard, her eyes were red, and tears were rolling in her eyes.
"Girl, let's go find Guang Guanwen and the others, we're in trouble!"
When Zhao Feng and Yan Wushuang found Guan Wen and the others, the weirdo wearing a yellow scarf had already begun to attack.
Guan Wen was very happy to see Zhao Feng back. He took Zhao Feng's arm and asked, "Zhao Feng, what's going on? What is the Yellow Turban Army?"
Zhao Feng pointed at the strange man not far away: "That's the Yellow Turban Army. We are no match for them. I'm the rear, you lead the people and run away!"
Guan Wen was a little confused and muttered: "Yellow Turban Army, how is this possible? Could it be that we have arrived in another time and space!"
While Guan Wen was in a daze, another group of people wearing yellow scarves appeared. There were five hundred of them. Their clothes were obviously that of ancient people. The weapons in their hands were very sophisticated, especially half of this group were bows.
soldiers.
"General, hundreds of enemy troops are found ahead!"
Although this general is also wearing a yellow scarf, he is wearing a full set of armor and is riding a yellow gelding.
"Brothers, follow this general into battle!"
"Here!"
This yellow scarf army of five to six hundred people began to charge, and the archers were the first to attack. Feather arrows flew through the air, and the sound of whooshing was heard endlessly.
"ah!"
Some people were pierced through the chest by feather arrows, and some were hit by arrows in the legs or arms. Screams came one after another. Only then did the human survivors realize that these guys with yellow scarves on their heads were not their own people but enemies.
"Run quickly, we are no match!"
Zhao Feng reminded loudly that it was not just people who woke up and ran away.
Dianjun, whose strength had not yet recovered, took his brothers and sisters not far away when the Huaxing family was shot through the thigh by an arrow and somersaulted to the ground.
"Wenxiu, Xu Ying, come quickly, you take Xingjia away!"
Dian Wenxiu and the four others stumbled away together with the Hua Xing family, obviously much slower than the others. Dian Jun was having more and more difficulty swinging his big wooden stick to fly the arrows.
"Xiaojun, run quickly, I'll come to the rear!"
"Brother Feng, thank you!"
"Come on, our little brother doesn't need to say this, hurry up!"
The Yellow Turban Army attacked very quickly. Within a few minutes, they caught up with the group of survivors. Zhao Feng, Yan Wushuang, Guan Wen, Wei Mingxuan and more than a dozen people stayed behind to intercept the Yellow Turban Army and protect the team members from escaping.
A Yellow Turban soldier went straight towards Huang Tao with a sword. Huang Tao didn't pay attention to his feet and tripped over a broken branch. He was about to die.
"It's over!" Huang Tao closed his eyes and waited for death.
Guan Wen rushed over with an arrow and swept the horse-zapping sword in his hand. Unexpectedly, the Yellow Turban Army soldier turned his blade and directly blocked Guan Wen's horse-zapping sword.
"Fuck, damn, a little soldier can be so powerful?" Faced with this situation, Guan Wen couldn't accept it.
The soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army had rich experience in actual combat. They blocked Guan Wen's horse-cutting sword with one knife. The blade flipped over and went straight to chop off Guan Wen's neck.
Guan Wen withdrew his horse-cutting sword and blocked it sideways. There was a clang sound. This time, Guan Wen was hit hard. Guan Wen was shocked so hard that his arms went numb.
"Huang Tao, don't pretend to be dead, retreat quickly!"
When Huang Tao heard Guan Wen's reminder, he opened his eyes and found that Guan Wen was forced to retreat continuously, and he hurriedly escaped with his hands and feet.
Wei Mingxuan was surrounded by three Yellow Turban troops, blocking him from the left and right. He soon lost his support and was about to die.
Yan Wushuang's hands flew, the ogre was summoned, the wind and sand filled the air, and the three wooden puppets and stone puppets knocked around and rescued Wei Mingxuan from the encirclement.
Zhao Feng unleashed the power of the Demonic Wolf, launched a series of whirlwinds to catch and repulse the five Yellow Turbans, and then he breathed a sigh of relief: "Don't be reluctant to fight, retreat quickly!"
The general, who was riding on a yellow steed, galloped forward, carrying the evil wind with his long spear, and went straight towards Zhao Feng and others to kill them.
The wooden puppets and stone puppets were no match for the general. They were destroyed in an instant. The ogre was stabbed in the chest with a spear and lost its fighting power. Yan Wushuang had no choice but to recall the ogre.
Facing the attack of the Yellow Turban Army, Zhao Feng and others were in a precarious situation and could be wiped out by this army at any time.
In the distance, a rocket flew into the air and exploded, forming a special totem.
"Commander Qu summoned us to return to the army. Brothers, please withdraw your troops and return to camp!"
The Yellow Turban Army suddenly withdrew. Zhao Feng and others were unable to react, and the battle ended in a muddle.
The human survivors didn't know that after the great change, the lucky ones who were able to obtain martial souls for the first time were the lucky ones. The real chance to obtain martial souls was these members of the Yellow Turban Army, which was the source of the first stage of martial souls.
"Zhao Feng, why did the Yellow Turban Army retreat?"
"You ask me, who should I ask?" Zhao Feng replied angrily.
Wei Mingxuan chuckled. Guan Wen was a little worried and hurriedly came over: "Zhao Feng, Wei Mingxuan, we better gather our troops and retreat quickly!"
"Um!"
Zhao Feng and others did not dare to stay, and led the team to quickly escape in a direction away from the Yellow Turban Army.
Near noon, they encountered a team put together by a makeshift team. This team consisted of two thousand people.
"Everyone, where are you going?"
Guan Wen stopped the leader of the other party and asked. The other party pointed to the mysterious island a few kilometers away and said: "Where are we going? Some people say there are good things there!"
As soon as Guan Wen saw the direction the person was pointing, his expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly explained: "Brother, listen to me, where is the Jedi? There is death and no life after we go in. Two or three thousand of us went in, and that's all.
People escaped alive, and there are also Yellow Turbans in the area!"
After hearing Guan Wen's words, the other party was hesitant, looked at the destination, thought for a moment, turned around and returned to the team without saying a word.
"Guan Wen, don't bother, they won't believe what you say!"