Xue Tong glanced at the female cultivator, quickly looked away, and whispered: "Fan Sheng asked for help."
"Well, seniors Hou Dan and Jiang Boming sealed off the retreat routes of various sects a year ago. This visit in person is a great honor to Heaven," Guan Xiao said.
"Master Guan Wen, who is sitting in the row closest to the Three Saints?" Xue Tong asked.
"Master of the Shadow Moon Sect, Master of the Xuanjing Sect, Leng Xun of Chen Liutian,...these are all victims of the human-monster war, and they are also high-ranking celestial beings." Guan Xiao came one by one.
Xue Tong was fortunate to be sitting in the back row. If these people noticed something unusual and detected his spiritual pressure, Xue Tong's cultivation would be exposed.
The leader of the Shadow Moon Sect made an impassioned speech, accusing the demon clan of atrocities. This was simply because the human clan clans had no way out and needed to fight to the death.
Xue Tong didn't think so in his heart. Guan Xiao was like this. The safety of the three thousand people in the pavilion depended on him. If he wanted to preserve the sect's foundation, he could only resist desperately. If not, why not change the place?
Of course, this thought cannot be exposed. Xue Tong looked solemn and listened carefully.
The Lord of Ningyang City analyzed the situation and said, "The strength of the demon clan is unknown, and the captives captured are of a low level, so no major inside information can be revealed. However, the harassment of small groups of demon clan is increasing day by day. The camp is spread out in a fan shape from west to east, stretching for more than a thousand people." Here, the number of the army is at least a million..."
Fan Yan finally encouraged each sect. In addition to gaining war profits by killing demons, they would also be rewarded based on their merits, with additional rewards and so on.
Xue Tong did not feel the determination of each sect to win, and even Fan Yan seemed to be half-hearted.
At the end is the spiritual object trade that each sect is most interested in.
The list of the Holy King's treasury was delivered to everyone, and the items consigned by each sect in the first three rounds were also clearly listed. In the face of the enemy, they were all sold at a low price.
Xue Tong had a feast for his eyes. Several kinds of spiritual objects made his heart beat.
The Divine Weeping Pill, Junxu Pill... From the seventh-grade Qi-refining elixir, Xue Tong has always treasured the Divine Weeping elixir obtained from the Ghost Realm, Minluo Realm, to the Qi-refining elixir for high-level heavenly beings and even the early stage of the Martial Saint. , the price in Luzhou is 1.6 million spiritual stones each, which is four times that of the sixth-grade spiritual elixir.
The corpses of heavenly beings and beasts are made into beasts, which are several feet long or even twenty or thirty feet long. The price is about 20 million.
Xue Tong suppressed his desire and did not buy anything.
There were four to five hundred people in the venue, of which about 20% were heavenly and human-level monks. In full view of the crowd, Xue Tong did not want to attract any attention.
Guan Xiao bought hundreds of talismans and planned to distribute them to the people of Liufeng Pavilion.
…
Fan Yan sent a mid-level heavenly monk to coordinate more than ten sects in the Liufeng Pavilion area and organized dozens of teams.
Xue Tong and Chen Yu led a team of 200 people from Liufeng Pavilion to practice formations the next day and step up preparations for battle.
Xue Tong made up his mind, acted according to the opportunity, and ran away when the situation was unfavorable.
He suspected that there were many who had the same idea.
The human monks participated in the war mostly for the purpose of seizing war profits, and did not have the ambition of the demon clan to expand their territory and drive out the human race.
A few months later, it was a moonless night.
"Sentence~" Xue Tong heard the first scream.
"Boom~boom~boom!" The extremely heavy heavy artillery.
In an instant, fire shot into the sky, the earth trembled, and thousands of cannons fired.
Xue Tong led his troops out and rushed to the southeast.
In the dark night, the demon clan's sight is far higher than that of the human clan. Most of the monks below the innate low-level in Xue Tong's team can only see clearly by the light of the fire.
A large number of black demons charged, accompanied by roars that were indistinguishable from humans to beasts.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~!" The black spears fired in volley.
Xue Tong flicked his long sleeve, rolled up dozens of anchors and threw them back, knocking them down instantly.
The leader of the enemy team is a man with the head of a bear and half a body, and is two feet tall.
Xue Tongshi couldn't bear to kill more monsters, but the two armies were facing each other like an avalanche. How could it be possible to keep every snowflake intact?
What's more, the demon clan is attacking now.
Xue Tong punched, and the blue-black light group that looked like a hill in the dark night showed nothing, only the sharp wind of the fist, which made the leader of the Zhu people feel a chill in his heart.
"Bang!"
The people and the demons behind them were all torn apart, and the team was immediately in chaos.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of demons were killed.
The monks from Liufeng Pavilion are frantically grabbing loot, magic weapons, storage bags...
Xue Tong led the team to fight for dozens of miles and signaled to wait.
Suddenly a figure was seen flying past in the distance and pounced on Guan Xiao's team behind the right wing.
Judging from its speed, it can be concluded that it must be a demon clan in the heaven-human realm.
Fortunately, Duan Tianren assigned by Fan Yan was moving in the middle and front of the dozens of teams. Guan Xiao's team fired a volley of talisman explosives. The dead and injured monks screamed for a moment. Duan Tianren quickly killed them and fought fiercely with the demon cultivators.
Near Xue Tong's team, a large number of monsters emerged.
A brutal battle!
Two team leaders have been killed in Liufeng Pavilion, and the team members sneaked away in the dark.
Anyone who has grabbed some profits will be tempted to retreat when the situation is critical.
Xue Tong's team gathered more and more people, and the scattered Liufeng Pavilion and other monks joined his team.
This made him feel vaguely uneasy. If the goal was too big and attracted powerful and advanced practitioners, then the situation would be bad.
Xue Tong took the time to look in the direction of Duan Tianren.
A ray of golden light pierced the demon's shoulder, and the demon fled towards the onrushing demon reinforcements.
Duan Tianren seemed to have exhausted too much and did not pursue him. He directed Guan Xiao and several nearby teams to fight.
Xue Tong approached Guan Xiao, he didn't want to be too far away from Duan Tianren.
…
"Boom~!"
Three hundred miles away, Ningyang's main south gate.
The wheel of fire was a hundred feet wide, spinning towards the black army of monsters.
The "Wind, Fire, Qiankun Wheel" of the combined power of the Three Saints!
Before the fire wheel even landed, it had already burned more than a thousand monsters to ashes.
The fire wheel spun around, and a radius of dozens of miles became a sea of fire. The low-level monsters were killed and injured countless times, and the miserable screams of the sky and the earth impacted everyone's heart.
Suddenly there was a golden light, as bright as day!
An extremely large golden ball was suspended in the air.
The leaders of both sides faced off.
All three million soldiers stopped fighting and watched the battle with bated breath.
The Golden Eel Demon Saint and the Baboon Demon Saint join forces to launch the "Eclipse Sun" curse!
Eel Saint and Baboon Saint are demons in the late stage of the Martial Saint of Demon World.
The eclipse ball of light hit Hot Wheels with a roar!
"boom!"
Hot Wheels collapsed into pieces!
Fan Yan and the other three were hit hard on the chest like a hammer and vomited blood.
The sun-eclipsed ball of light flicked as it hit the ground, fluttering towards the protective formation above Ningyang.
A violent explosion that shook the earth and changed the color of the mountains and rivers!
Xue Tong's eyes were filled with white light.
The strong wind roared in my ears, and trees and boulders flew away like raindrops.
Within ten miles of the south gate of Ningyang, it suddenly turned into scorched earth.
The life and death of the three saints Fan Yan were also unknown and disappeared without a trace.
The human race has far underestimated the power of the demons in Yaohuan space.
Big rout!
The demons cheered overwhelmingly, the human monks were heartbroken and defeated like a mountain!
…
Xue Tong escaped five thousand miles and took a rest.
"It seems that Hedu cannot be saved. It won't be over until Dongluzhou is gone."
"Xue doesn't want to stir up trouble in this situation. It's best to leave."
Xue Tong regained his full mana and rode an eagle to the northwest.
He had ascended to the spirit world for two years and had seen the level of a monk in the spirit world. He no longer deliberately suppressed Fa Hai's spiritual pressure. He only wore the Ghost Hidden Shirt to lower himself by one level and show his identity as a heavenly being.
After flying thousands of miles, we changed our route to the west.
The water was misty, and even though it was daytime, the vision was blurry.
Close to the Smoke River.
The great river that runs from north to south.
The Smoke River is three thousand miles wide, even wider than most straits in the human world, but it is still called a river in the spiritual world.
The mist is vast, and there are countless water animals, and the feathers and feathers of birds and animals are not floating.
It can only be crossed by a spirit wooden boat, or by flying over it at a height of thousands of feet.
Flying low can easily be sucked into the river bottom by the traceless turbulence.
…
West Luzhou.
Xue Tong jumped off the eagle's back and let out a long sigh.
The landing point was a mountain path, it was early morning.
The mountain road leads to an unknown town. Xue Tong takes a leisurely stroll and meets a shepherd boy who got up early.
"Immortal!" the shepherd boy said politely while holding the cow.
"Oh, little doll is herding cows, where is the place ahead?"
"Zhujia Village, the first word is bamboo, with two horizontal lines." The shepherd boy said obediently.
"Well, the little doll is quite smart. How many families are there in the village?"
"Thank you, Immortal Chief, for your compliment. There are one hundred and twenty households in the village."
"Hmm, don't herd the cows today. This is your reward." Xue Tong took the ingot of silver and stuffed it into the hands of the shepherd boy.
"Grandpa said you can't take money from people indiscriminately!" The shepherd boy refused.
"It's okay. At worst, you can take me home for a cup of tea," Xue Tong said with a smile.
"That's even worse. Grandpa said you can't bring strangers home." The eight or nine-year-old shepherd boy was really cute.
"Yeah, you're right, but it's broad daylight and there are so many people on the road. It's okay for me to meet your grandpa on the roadside."
The shepherd boy thought for a while, then raised his head and said, "Okay!"
Xue Tong has been fighting and killing for many years, and it is a rare moment of warmth.
Xue Tong met Grandpa the shepherd boy.
Zhujia Village is a mortal village, and the cultivating villagers have all gone to the town a hundred miles away, or to the Zhushan Taoist Temple three hundred miles away.
There are no high-level monks in the Zhushan area, and even further afield, the shepherd boy doesn’t know anything about it.
Xue Tong asked for a simple map and thought about going to Zhushan Road to see it.
He touched the ingot of gold, put it on the table together with the previous silver coins, and said to the shepherd boy: "I'll give you the silver and give the gold to your grandpa. Is that okay?"
"Okay..." The shepherd boy glanced at his grandfather and muttered without any objection.
"Haha, I'm so smart. I'll be able to practice in two years." Xue Tong laughed.
He sent the shepherd boy away, quickly picked up a few things and put them into the package, "Cultivation is about fate, and I have a fate with the doll. I will give you these things to keep, you will always need them in the future."
"Be sure to put your things away and never let outsiders know about them, including the baby's parents, unless it's a particularly urgent moment."
Grandpa the shepherd boy opened the package and saw a set of exercises, a book of boxing skills, and a large bag of mixed orange and blue spiritual stones.
He didn't know the martial arts and martial arts, but he knew a little bit about the spiritual stones. This bag of spiritual stones cost at least 200,000 to 300,000 yuan and could buy almost half a village.
"Oh...this..."
“Brother, there’s no need to say too much, just hide your stuff and keep your mouth shut!”
…
Zhushan Taoist Temple.
The Taoist temple is old. The temple owner Li Dacheng is in his sixties. When he saw Xue Tong, his expression of horror froze for a long time.
Li Dacheng was a relatively low-level spiritual monk in his early stage of Xiantian.
"senior..."
"Xue was passing by and took a fancy to the low hills ten miles back. He wanted to plant some tea trees for a few years and was wondering if he would be willing to borrow them?"
"Senior...just...take...it!" Li Dacheng's tongue refused to obey him.
Xue Tongzhu Mountain grows tea and also grows elixirs.
Build holes under the tea gardens to train spiritual pets.
Prepare to spend some quiet time in this remote place.
*I don’t have time to change it, so I will upload it first. Readers can download it again tomorrow and read the revised version. Please forgive me. *
