Emperor Rong Clan.
Winding rivers of lava filled with sand ant corpses. Layers of ant corpses turned into tons of silt, eating away at the light and heat, blocking and filling the dark red river that used to flow endlessly, so that it would no longer flow.
The volcanoes have stopped erupting, and there are thick piles of ant corpses everywhere. All living things are extinct, and everything is silent.
The largest volcanic crater, as vast as a continent, the warm cradle that gave birth to the entire Di Rong clan, is now as if it has been ravaged by thousands of storms. Every inch of the land under the ant corpses is torn to pieces, and the buildings are also covered in scars. Hundreds of holes are dilapidated.
The place with the most ant corpses was the volcano that was filled with caves and was as high as the Pillars of Heaven. The lower half of it was submerged in ant corpses, mixed with many fragments of clothing and magic weapons. There were traces of blood and fire on the outside of every door opening in the upper half. From all the signs, it was not difficult to tell that a fierce battle had broken out here.
Among all the devastation, Sunfall Volcano is the only place that is still intact. There are no ant corpses near the translucent mountain. The golden liquid is still surging, but due to other reasons, the height of the liquid has dropped.
More sand ants are coming from all directions, stepping over the corpses of their own kind, trying to completely occupy this uninhabited area and incorporate it into their own territory.
Thousands of miles away.
More than 3,000 celestial chariots rode giant red flame horses and formed a front line to charge forward. Each chariot carries more than twenty people, all of whom are young or low-powered Di Rong people.
The tribesmen with high cultivation level followed the chariot and flew on the outside. In addition, there were also those with old faces who did not ride in the limited number of chariots, but also became a member of the protection chariot.
At the front, Wu Shao stood on the back of a huge three-legged demon bird. The demon bird flapped its wings slowly, and its wings, as wide as the clouds hanging from the sky, dragged out two streams of golden flames, like the dancing Milky Way, protecting the tribesmen behind it.
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The overwhelming sand ants were blocked by the flame current in all likelihood, and the fish that slipped through the net were killed by the clansmen, ensuring the safety of the chariot and the clansmen on it.
Suddenly, a large swarm of flying ants came from the side. They had iron teeth and silver backs. They were an elite unit with a high degree of evolution among the sand ants. They were so dense that they seemed to be rolling over like a curtain wall.
Wu Shao glanced coldly, and a red flag appeared in his hand.
She raised her arms and raised the flag, and the word "witch" on the flag shone with golden light. Then she saw the twelve grids on the celestial dial of each celestial chariot. The red flame giant horse turned into a huge fire dragon.
The fire dragons opened their huge mouths towards the flying ants, the dragons roared, and the fireballs formed instantly and exploded out.
More than three thousand fireballs blasted into the flying ant colony at the same time, immediately turning it into a sea of fire.
Wu Shao waved the flag again, the morning dial turned bright, the fire dragon turned into a giant horse, and continued to lead the chariot.
Just when a sudden change occurred in the Kunhuang Sect's forbidden area, Wu Shao keenly sensed an unusual aura coming from the depths of the desert.
She looked back suddenly, a bright light flashed across her golden eyes, and then she decisively shouted loudly: "Everyone, prepare, car jump!"
After the words fell, the formation of the chariot immediately tightened. The people on the vehicle sat close to the carriage in a well-trained manner. They grabbed the railing with one hand and hooked the arms of the people around them with one hand, forming a circle to fix their bodies. Outside the chariot, there were The clan elders worked together to protect the others and connected them to the chariot with red flame chains.
Wu Shao waved his flag, the light on the celestial dial changed from the noon grid to the mao grid, and the giant horse instantly turned into a rabbit. These rabbits are about the same size as ordinary hares, their shapes are made of flames, and they look unintimidating.
The three-legged monster bird raised its neck and roared, its wings flapped, and the golden flames surged, like a command. In an instant, all the flame rabbits kicked their hind legs together and jumped forward——
call out!
Just hearing the explosion in the air, all the chariots suddenly accelerated, leaping over a thousand feet in just an instant, and smashed into a hollow passage among the sand ants in the sky.
The flame rabbit jumped three times in a row, allowing the chariot to cover a long distance in a very short time. After the third jump, the rabbit turned back into a giant horse, and everyone inside and outside the chariot who was below Nascent Soul had bleeding from the mouth and nose and was dizzy.
The three-legged demon bird was still flying at the forefront. Wu Shao stared in the direction of the Kunhuang Sect's mountain gate, his brows furrowed.
She naturally noticed something strange about the sand ants - the surrounding sand ants no longer regarded the people of the Di Rong clan as their targets. They simply ignored the feast of flesh and blood in front of them and went to the depths of the desert.
After a moment, everyone suddenly saw clearly that they were out of the world occupied by sand ants. The blue sky and snow clouds that they had not seen for a long time came into view, and even the air became a bit fresher.
The chariot was still speeding, and everyone looked back at the way they came. The death zone with rolling yellow sand was gradually moving away, leaving behind not only death and danger, but also their hometown.
People were silent.
Wu Shao's voice sounded at this moment:
"I'll go back."
Her tone was firm and high-spirited, "When we go back in the future, we will need to reorganize our home. It will be very hard, but it will not be harder than our ancestors who reclaimed wasteland."
The joking words were like a pebble breaking the dead water. The atmosphere became relaxed and many people had smiles on their faces.
Seeing that her people were coming out of depression, Wu Shao's lips slightly raised. Then, she suddenly felt something and turned her head to look ahead.
Dozens of figures appeared at the end of the line of sight. The other party came very quickly, and he was close in a few breaths.
Wu Shao's eyes first fell on Wu Yaochen, then looked at Yu Xian beside him, and finally glanced at the others.
The visitors were all Taichu Observers, direct disciples of the inner sect and several elders, with the lowest level of cultivation being the Golden elixir.
When the Emperor Rong tribe evacuated earlier, Wu Shao ordered a message to be sent to Taichu Guan. After learning about it, Taichu Guan immediately sent the message to Yu Xian and ordered her to take people to respond.
Yu Xian quickly mobilized a group of men from the front line, and did not forget to call Wu Yaochen. Shu Pinghui was temporarily unable to help Lan Chucui stabilize the battle situation, so he gave up. He also left a message for Yin Xueze and Huo Xiumao with Elder Fan. Then he came with a team of people at high speed.
"Clan leader!"
Wu Yaochen's figure flashed and rushed in front of Wu Shao. He looked past Wu Shao and looked at the clansmen behind him. When he saw that most of the people were there, he finally let go of his heart that had been hanging all the way. Then he thought of the people who were not here, and his eyes were filled with coldness. of anger.
Wu Shao patted him on the shoulder and motioned for him to go talk to his tribe, while he greeted Yu Xian and others to express his gratitude.
The two parties exchanged a few words, and Wu Shao told the other party about the strangeness of the sand ants, and then expressed his worries:
"Now it seems that what the demon clan is doing in the desert may have other agendas."
Yu Xian pondered for a moment and said: "For the current plan, we can only wait and see what happens. By the way, I wonder where the leader of the Wu clan plans to place your people? If you haven't decided yet, why not come to our camp to take a rest. ?”
Wu Shao was about to respond when he suddenly stared into the distance.
Yu Xian followed her gaze and didn't see anything, but she soon knew the answer.
In the weak stage, Elder Wu and Mo Ren finally left the desert. As soon as they saw the sky again, they sensed Wu Shao's vast spiritual consciousness.
Elder Wu was surprised that Wu Shao would appear here, so he and Moren rushed here. When they got closer, they found that the people from Taichu Temple were also there.
Yu Xian waved to Moren from a distance: "Hey, Moren, don't worry, you are really in a bit of a mess."
Moren's pale face forced a smile, and he said gently: "If you can kill the evil spirits, it will be worth the trouble."
Yu Xian let out a "tsk" sound.
As if he didn't see the embarrassment on Elder Wu's face, Wu Shao greeted him calmly, and then asked Xiang Moren: "Does Fellow Daoist Mo mean that Chu Cang has already been executed?"
Moren nodded, changed the subject, and said, "However, there may be something more difficult than Chu Cang."
…
Just as there is an ancestral city at the foot of Taiyue Mountain, there is also a city at the foot of Wanren Mountain where Wufeng Sword Sect is located, which is named "Wanren".
Wanren City has a world-famous building, its city wall.
It is neither earth nor wood, nor is it made of copper poured into iron. Instead, it is composed of hundreds of millions of magical swords that are above the level of low-grade spiritual weapons.
Each magic sword has its sword edge facing outward, suspended in the air under the support of the sword formation, with a certain distance apart from top to bottom, left and right, like a row of uniform soldiers.
Use offense to replace defense, and forge swords into walls.
This high wall built by billions of swords, when viewed from a distance, becomes a line of cold light across the sky and earth.
As soon as Jing Yingrong walked within a hundred miles of the east section of the sword wall, a thousand swords slightly deflected and locked onto her from a distance.
She stopped, took out her sect token, put it on, and stood there quietly waiting.
After a while, a member of the Wufengjian sect came with a sword. After scanning the token at her waist, he frowned subconsciously and said, "This fellow Taoist from Taichu Temple, why are you here?"
