The bloody sun shines on the remnants of snow!

In the blink of an eye, another year has passed......

In the depths of a valley, a dozen Xuan cultivators with three or four hundred elite warriors of the Xuan Realm were guarding the mouth of the valley, fighting with a team of two or three hundred miscellaneous demons, and in the valley behind them, there were hundreds of thousands of civilians with bleak faces.

These civilians also organized twenty or thirty thousand brave men, armed with rudimentary blades such as bone spears and iron spears, and if any monsters bypassed Taniguchi's defense line and swooped at them from other directions with blood-red eyes and roars, they would pick up bone spears and iron spears and so on, and desperately meet them.

Although these mortals are brave and brave, but after more than a year of fleeing, they have also learned to cooperate, although people continue to fall in pools of blood, but there are more rushing up behind, picking up simple blades, and fighting with powerful monsters.

The elite of Taniguchi slaughtered hundreds of miscellaneous demons, and only then did they have the spare strength to turn back and clear out the monsters that rushed into the valley and wantonly killed mortals, and they quickly wiped out these scattered monsters......

A young sword cultivator snorted lightly, "Disease", the spirit sword in his hand turned into a shadow, and flew forward with a fierce momentum, slashing a lagging ape demon with a height of nearly two feet to the ground, the spirit sword flew back into his hand with blood light, and the crystal light returned to the scabbard, and a burst of joy broke out behind him.

"Happy! Happy!" Not far from him, a bearded man with a naked body and only a leather skirt was covered in blood, holding a huge plate axe with a shining divine light, and said with a smile: "This time I finished it for Brother Xing, I'm really sorry!"

The young sword cultivator calmed his breath and said with a smile indifferently: "Brother Tie, the disciples of your Golden Fetus Sect are also good. There is no enemy in a hundred miles, and it is getting late, how about we settle here today?"

The big man nodded and said, "Great goodness!"

Without waiting for anyone to command, a few people from the crowd came out and began to clean up the battlefield.

The flesh on the bodies of these demons is coarse, in addition to having a fishy aura that is difficult to remove, the flesh and blood are also full of poisonous evil, but for the mortals who are starving on the way to the Zibai Mountain Range, there is no way to be so picky, and the most important thing is to struggle to survive first.

Although the scales on the bodies of these demons are somewhat different from those of the elite demon soldiers, the leather armor made of them after being simply tanned on the spot can help Minyong slightly move back to some disadvantages when fighting against the sharp minions of monsters.

That young sword cultivator was Xing Xiangchen, the grandson of Xing Haobo, the sect leader of Lingyun Valley, who was just in his early twenties, and he was already a cultivator at the peak of the Spirit Clearing Realm.

While everything was going on in an orderly manner, the demon tiger mount of the young sword cultivator Xing Xiangchen limped over from a distance.

Although the main force of the demon soldiers has not yet been able to enter the territory of the Northern Court, there are more and more miscellaneous demons pouring into the hinterland of the Northern Court, and they are getting stronger and stronger - in this battle, this demon tiger is the strongest, and it is entangled by more than a dozen bear demons, rushing left and right, although it kills more than a dozen bear demons, it is not lightly injured.

Although this demon tiger has not cultivated the Dao Pill, it is a psychic beast adopted by Xing Haobo, the sect leader of Purple Cloud Valley, and it is almost older than everyone in Purple Cloud Valley, and it is also Xing Haobo who is worried that his grandson Xing Xiangchen will lack protection when he travels west, so he guards this psychic beast by Xing Xiangchen's side.

Seeing that the demon tiger was injured, Xing Xiangchen was also extremely distressed, took out the wound medicine from the storage ring, and put it on for the demon tiger who was unable to move.

On the same day, Xing Haobo, the sect leader of Ziyun Valley, and others were forcibly brought into Cangling City by Huan Wen, and under the plea, Chen Hai finally agreed that a small sect and clan like Ziyun Valley could divide a small number of descendants not to stay on the eastern front and retreat westward first, so as to maintain a lineage for the sect lords of Ziyun Valley, but the condition was that Xing Xiangchen, the children who withdrew westward in advance, needed to organize people along the way to cover the westward retreat of some of the mortals gathered in Cangling City.

In the end, Xing Xiangchen and Tie Hu, another disciple of the Loose Cultivation Small Sect named Jintimen, took three or four hundred elite soldiers of the Xuanjing Realm from Cangling City to cover the retreat of 100,000 mortals to the west.

All the way to the west, unconsciously it has been nearly a year, but the speed of the escape of the mortals is too slow, even if Xing Xiangchen and Tiehu tried their best to use all the resources they could find along the road to organize these mortals, but they can walk one or two hundred miles a day, it is already the limit, if there is a torrential downpour, a flash flood, and the road is also washed away, it may take a few more days of detour before re-entering the road of retreating west.

Intermittently, tortuous, a year to the west of twenty or thirty thousand miles, from Zibai Mountain still more than 50,000 miles away, the road is so long that it seems that this life can not be completed.

However, at the beginning, Xing Xiangchen was full of disgust for these ordinary people who dragged them down and forcibly pressed on their shoulders as a huge burden, especially most of them had nothing to do with Ziyun Valley, but he didn't dare to abandon them, but after going down this way, he didn't know when, Xing Xiangchen felt that no matter how many people he could escort to the end in the end, it was already a responsibility that he couldn't give up on his shoulders.

After dressing the wounds of the demon tiger, Xing Xiangchen did not rush to breathe into silence, but sat with his back on the thigh of the demon tiger, and saw dozens of seven or eight-year-old children frolicking there not far away, he couldn't help beckoning them to come over, picked up a large piece of barbecue meat sent by his guards, and said loudly: "The liufeng step I taught a few days ago, you play it for me, who plays it well, there is meat to eat!"

Mortals have no choice to feed on the demons, and even a large number of mortals die because of the poison attached to the flesh and blood of the demons or cannot digest them, but Xing Xiangchen and them, as the last force to protect this civilian, will never dare to be a little sloppy in their diet, and they also hunt more fish and beasts for food.

It's just that hunting fish and beasts along the way, it is difficult to meet the needs of so many mortals, so they can only give priority to ensuring elite soldiers.

Xing Xiangchen didn't have the elixir to replenish the true yuan mana in his hand, and he also needed to eat a lot to maintain his full physical strength.

Dozens of children's eyes lit up, looking at the piece of venison that was burned golden and oily, and their saliva was about to flow out - Xing Xiangchen stipulated that children should not eat demon meat, although dozens of children can usually eat rare grains, but they have not known the taste of meat for a long time, and they all gathered in front of Xing Xiangchen to practice and toss.

After a short time, Xing Xiangchen selected a few children with good looks and distributed the meat to them, and the other children had some disappointed looks on their faces, but they did not have much jealousy.

When these children were drooling and wanted to feast, several women in the crowd came out and said uneasily, "These guys have come over to disturb the fairy chief's rest again, why don't you put down the adult's food quickly?"

A few children's eyes were rolling back and forth, but their mouths were answering, but there was no movement, Xing Xiangchen shook his hand and said with a smile with these women: "It's okay, when the children are growing up, let them eat." ”

While saluting Xing Xiangchen, the women pulled the children over and apologized to Xing Xiangchen: "You guys, don't kneel down and thank the Immortal Chief!"

A few children fell to their knees with a smile and kowtowed. It's just that when I kowtowed, I was reluctant to put down the warm meat in my hand, and I was afraid that it would be dirty if it fell on the ground, so I dragged my two hands flat and stretched forward as much as possible, which looked weird.

Before he could stand firm after kowtowing, he was anxious and swallowed again, and Xing Xiangchen couldn't help but laugh.

Seeing this scene, Tiehu walked over and said with emotion: "I thought that after stepping into cultivation, there was a difference, how could I know that there was such fun in the world? There are still more than 50,000 miles to go to Zibai Mountain, and I may not have the opportunity to step into Zibai Mountain in this life, but I also die without regrets, what about you, Brother Xing?"

Xing Xiangchen also nodded with deep sympathy and said: "When Chen Hou intercepted the disciples of Ziyun Valley in Cangling City, my heart was full of resentment, but in retrospect, I was really ashamed - and now I am looking at the hands of so many mortals in Beiting who died miserably, but I can't do anything, and it is difficult to exert more strength for the demon, I only hate my cultivation for being too low......"

"It seems that the wind is blowing?" Tie Hu looked up to the north in confusion, and there was a strange sound in the air that seemed to be stirring by a strong wind, but the mountain crest and forest tops did not move, not like the wind blowing, and Xing Xiangchen rose in the air, without the shelter of the mountain crest in the north, and saw that more than a hundred miles away in the north, more than 100 winged demon elites, like dark clouds, were flying towards the valley where they were hiding, and their faces were pale at this moment.

If there were hundreds of ordinary Winged Demons, no matter how heavy the casualties were, they would still be able to fight, but these more than 100 Winged Demon Elites were born with four golden and iron claws, and more than a dozen Winged Demons were born with six claws, and the Winged Demon headed by the Winged Demon spread its huge wings and was amazingly huge, and the two hideous heads on the neck were like hellish demons staring at the delicacy of the fairyland, staring at them greedily......