When I woke up, the autumn rain since the beginning of autumn finally stopped, the sun rose from the horizon, and the sun that had not been seen for a long time shone on the towering city walls, shining on the new city, rows of houses, crisscrossing the streets, and a faint halo of light.

On the city wall, Yun Mo quietly looked at the vast swamp in the distance, the light of the morning sun fell, the fog slowly dissipated, the frogs chirped, and from time to time the shadows of spirit beasts of different shapes and sizes flashed away, and these swamps in front of him still retained the traces of the great war, and countless vitality was born.

Like this new city.

The city has been cleaned up, and the fortifications that were destroyed in yesterday's battlefield have been repaired by the craftsmen who have worked all night, and some craftsmen are overriding the machinery and dropping huge rune cannons on the city.

The north gate opened, and a large group of carriages were slowly leaving the city, and each person, each car, was hung with white cloth strips, and in that cart, there were 5,368 monks from various sects who had died in the battlefield yesterday.

Before this great battle, the monks of the Kingdom of the Wind also went out through this gate, and they also carried the corpses of thousands of monks.

A similar scene was played out again.

But this time, the people who went out of the city, there was no sadness or loss on their faces, and the people drank strong wine, hummed cheerful tunes, sang songs, and took the corpses of their fellow brothers out of the city and went to their respective sects.

Where are the undead in war?

Moreover, in this battle to defend the city, they defeated the three elders of the Confucian and Taoist Palaces, and so many people were able to save their lives, which was beyond most people's expectations.

The wheels ran over the ground after the autumn rains, leaving long traces, and colorful butterflies perched on the blades of grass emerging from the muddy ground, felt the vibration of the horses' hooves, and suddenly flew away again.

Three thousand knights rushed over.

The knight at the head went to negotiate, and the leader of the team escorting the corpse listened to him say a few words, looked back at Xiongcheng, who had been left behind, nodded, showed a smile, took off the wine bag on his waist and threw it over, the knight was not polite, poured a few sips, and then raised his horsewhip and rushed to the front with the three thousand elite monks behind him.

On the way ahead, there may be monks from the Wind Kingdom led by Bai Qi waiting for them, of course, it is more likely that there is not, after all, it is normal to go against the Sword Dao Sect, but there is no need for the Wind Kingdom to be offended by connecting the Holy Sword Sect and the Snow Flower Holy Land and the large and small sects of the Shiwei Realm.

On the southern wall of Xiongcheng, Yun Mo stood at the head of the city, still wearing the silver-white fox fur, and the sun shone on him, warm.

When the wind rose, he coughed slightly.

Ah Zhe's eyes were full of worry, with the cultivation of his own adult half-immortal realm, ordinary injuries, even if they hurt their muscles and bones or even damaged internal organs, with this day's kung fu, it should be good, but look at it like this...... He thought for a moment and said tentatively: "My lord, it's windy here, are you ......?"

Before he finished speaking, Yun Mo waved his hand and said, "It's not so delicate, and I'm not here to enjoy the beautiful scenery after the rain, but there are other things." ”

Ah Zhe snorted and said, "It's Ah Zhe who is too worried." ”

Yun Mo smiled and didn't speak again, maybe he finally got through this difficulty, maybe he saw the good weather that he hadn't seen for a long time, maybe it was because of Xue Qianqian's words and actions yesterday, his mood was unconcealable joy.

In this way, after half a pillar of incense, in the morning light, a figure slowly walked in.

Just yesterday, the three elders of the Confucianism, Taoism and Zungong Palace also walked from there with a flat burden on their shoulders, and today, another person came.

The monks guarding the city suddenly became nervous.

The man was clothed in the morning light, and exuded a faint hazy white luster, and the monks were shocked to find that it was a woman.

And when the man came to the city, he saw the perfect figure clearly, and the beautiful and heroic face, the pupils of countless monks suddenly shrank.

Because just before that, through the mirror illusion, all the monks in this new city saw this face.

It was none other than Bai Xiaobai, the master of the Gu Gate.

That woman who is incomparably strong, the woman who turned Yun Mo from an enemy of life and death into an ally in just a few words.

People's first reaction was that the enemy was coming, the archers mounted their arrows and drew their bows, the gunners turned their guns, and thousands of monks were ready to meet the enemy at the first time.

As long as an order was given, countless magic weapons, bows and crossbows, as well as powerful rune cannons, would fly towards Bai Xiaobai overwhelmingly.

But the order to attack was not given for a long time.

People subconsciously looked at Yun Mo at the head of the city, and quickly reacted, so they felt extremely dazed and embarrassed.

This new city is a bridgehead built by the Shiwei Realm in order to attack the Gu Gate, and the tens of thousands of elite monks hoarded are also against the Gu Gate, but because of Yun Mo, Gu Men and Bai Xiaobai, they have changed from enemies to allies.

The arrow is on the string, the sword is out of the sheath, but there is no reason to shoot the arrow loosely, and the sword has no enemy to deal with.

The sudden killing intent suddenly disappeared and turned into embarrassment.

Yun Mo smiled quietly, turned around and walked down the city.

At the same time, he instructed Ah Zhe beside him, "This southern city gate, there are disciples of the Kendo Sect to guard it." ”

The people of the Holy Sword Gate and the Snow Flower Holy Land, the deep blood hatred against the Gu Gate will never disappear easily, and there will obviously be more Gu Gate people coming and going from here in the future, and it is indeed difficult for them to let the people of these Holy Lands come to guard this South Gate.

Ah Zhe nodded, and said to the scorpion wrapped in gauze in his hand, "You go and arrange it." ”

The scorpion happily took the order and left.

Yun Mo said, "You can go over too." ”

Ah Zhe was slightly stunned, Yun Mo smiled, "Don't worry, Bai Xiaobai won't do anything to me." ”

Ah Zhe hesitated for a moment, then turned to leave.

The huge city gate slowly opened, and Yun Mo stood outside the door, looking at Bai Xiaobai who was walking towards him, without the slightest expression on his face, he couldn't tell whether he liked it or hated it.

She is the sect master of the Gu Sect, and since she is already an alliance, only he, as the sect master of the Sword Dao Sect, is qualified to stand here to greet her.

When the two walked into the city side by side, under the gaze of thousands of monks at the head of the city and tens of thousands of people in the city, the situation in the Shiwei Realm finally changed dramatically.

The alliance between the Sword Dao Sect, the first major righteous sect in the Shiwei realm, and the Gu Sect was officially formed.

This news, as if it had grown wings, quickly spread throughout the entire micro-world.

The two didn't speak all the way, and the tens of thousands of monks in and down the city also fell into an eerie silence.

People looked at the woman, and the emotions in their hearts were extremely complicated.

Under the strict orders of Nie Qianrou and Xue Qianqian, the elders and deacons of the Holy Sword Sect and the Snow Flower Holy Land strictly restrained the disciples in the sect and prevented them from making drastic moves.

At the same time, the guard camp is also ready to deal with the chaos.

Even many elders of the Kendo Sect are like great enemies, not afraid of this white Xiaobai, but afraid of accidents, for a long time, good and evil are not separated, the hatred of blood and fire, the education and thoughts received since childhood, the flame of hatred buried in the heart, once it is completely burned, what a violent and terrifying flame will erupt?

The mutiny of tens of thousands of people, the energy and destructive power that erupted from within, I am afraid that it will not be much worse than the three elders of the Confucian and Taoist Zungong Palace.

More critically, how do they respond if someone mutinies?

On the battlefield, you are not soft on the enemy, but what about your own people?