Fang Cheng tightened the reins, stopped, and stood on horseback looking at the north.

Faintly visible, the grass slope dozens of miles away was full of fire, almost illuminating half of the sky.

"It could be that tribe......" his heart shuddered, realizing that he might have inadvertently brought them irreparable disaster.

Dropping down the horse that sat down, Fang Cheng held a golden needle in his palm, and then launched the end of the world, and returned to that tribe in an instant.

Hundreds of tents were set on fire, and the ground was littered with the corpses of herders, from the elderly, children to women.

The murderers were gathered outside the barn, calmly watching the flames spread, and the wolves beside them were biting cattle and sheep and carrying out a gluttonous feast.

Judging from their dress, these murderers are all elite soldiers of the royal court, wearing heavy chain mail and holding eight-foot long knives in their hands.

"How can there be a living mouth?"

Seeing Fang Cheng walking slowly out of the flames, the first sword-wielding general frowned.

"Whoever kills is always killed." Fang Cheng drew out the green steel sword hanging from his waist and rushed into them like a phantom.

After only three breaths, no one sat on any of the horses, whether it was chain mail or long knives, all of them were cut in two.

After waving a few flames in his hand and igniting their corpses, Fang Cheng was about to leave when he suddenly heard a heart-rending cry from the sea of fire.

So he jumped into the flames.

After searching for a while, he finally found a survivor under a cellar, probably because of the confinement, although the air in the cellar was very thin, but fortunately there was not much smoke in.

The survivor was the little girl who handed him water, and she was crying hysterically at the moment, and her face was full of tears.

Out of expediency, Fang Cheng had no choice but to knock the little girl unconscious, carry her on his shoulders and take her away from here.

Early in the morning of the second day.

"You're awake, drink some water."

As soon as the little girl woke up, she heard a familiar voice in her ear, and then a water bladder on her lips.

The little girl was hungry and thirsty, and took the water bladder and swallowed it impatiently, only to find that he had given herself wine.

After a few hurried sips of mare's milk wine, the little girl felt a burning heat in her throat and spit it out.

"You've smoked a lot of cigarettes, so it's better to spit it out now." The voice said.

The little girl looked up suddenly, and saw that it was the young traveler who had passed by last night.

"Chen Yanqing, what about you?" Fang Cheng raised his chin, and he found that the little girl seemed to be a little afraid of him.

The "immortal" little girl was timid, and her voice was like a gnat.

"I have killed all your enemies, and I have avenged you, but I am going to a far place in the Southern Regions, do you have any other relatives?"

The little girl looked at him in amazement, and only thought that he was comforting herself, knowing that they were all riding tall horses, and were invulnerable in armor.

"If you have it, you will nod, if you don't, you will shake your head." Fang Cheng had no choice but to ask again.

The little girl immediately shook her head, apparently having lost all her loved ones.

"Okay, I can't take you on the road, and when I get to the next place, I'll hand you over to my fellow disciples and send you back to the mountain gate."

The little girl hesitated for a moment before nodding, she had no choice but to accept any arrangement he had.

"You'll wash your face later, and then we'll be on our way." Fang Cheng pointed to a waterhole not far ahead, and then threw her a piece of cake.

The little girl took the cake, and after taking a few bites, she saw him turn her back, and began to eat the dry bread in a big gulp, and even choked a few times because of it.

She had no choice but to trot all the way to the waterhole with the bread, and fell to her knees and began to drink.

Fang Cheng stood in the distance and looked at her with an embarrassed look, but his heart was very calm, because this was the joy and sorrow of mortals.

……

"Changsheng, it's going to rain, let's take shelter from the rain first."

Five days after saving Changsheng, they finally walked to the edge of the grassland and saw a desert.

Fang Cheng felt the moisture in the air begin to solidify, and knew that a heavy rain was coming.

"Senior Brother Chen, how do you know it's going to rain?" After Changsheng gradually became familiar with him for a few days, he got rid of his habit of being taciturn, but it was only about twenty sentences a day at most.

"It's your collar that's wet." Fang Cheng pointed to her cuffs.

Changsheng pinched the sleeves of his coat and found that he really felt a little damp, and it seemed to be contaminated with a lot of moisture.

"Okay, there's a cave over there, you can go there first." Fang Cheng pointed to a stone forest not far ahead.

Changsheng rode his horse towards the stone forest, Fang Cheng stood in place and watched from afar, his hand clenching the hilt of the green steel sword.

After waiting for about a cup of tea, there was a sound of horses' hooves coming from the grassland, and it seemed that a large army was approaching.

Fang Cheng looked back and saw that there were about a thousand people at the end of the horizon, holding a large red and white flag embroidered with a golden word "Shen" embroidered on it.

Obviously, they are royal court soldiers from Dashen.

"It's finally here." Fang Cheng said secretly in his heart.

After killing those arsonist soldiers and saving Changsheng, he knew that sooner or later he would be caught up by the soldiers of the royal court.

"Warriors of the Immortal Heaven, rush!" A roar came from among the royal court's army, and they all raised their horsewhips and launched a charge towards Fang Cheng.

Fang Cheng also turned his direction and galloped in the direction where Wang Tingjun came, the green steel sword at his waist had already been unsheathed, and a faint white shimmer was stirring on the blade, blooming with the infusion of true qi, gradually occupying a space of several zhang.

Although there are tens of millions of people, I will go.

In just fifty breaths, Fang Cheng plunged into the Wang Ting's army like a sharp sword, defeating all the enemies that came in front of him.

In the entire Wang Ting army, no matter how high or low the cultivation is, there is no enemy of him. And the so-called real person is to take the head of the enemy general in the army of ten thousand people, which is like probing for a bag.

"Retreat!" Seeing that nearly a hundred warriors had been lost in just ten breaths, the vanguard general of the Wang Tingjun finally changed his face drastically, as if he had seen a ghost, and he immediately and decisively issued the order to retreat.

But apparently he realized a little late, Fang Cheng didn't know who the commander was, until he opened his mouth, it was equivalent to blowing himself up.

As soon as the vanguard general's words fell, a sharp sword qi directly cut off his head.

"Then send you to the Immortal Heaven." Fang Cheng turned into a white light, like a halo spreading outward.

It was only three breaths later, and within the range of this aura, all the soldiers and armor were directly cut off, and only a few people fell off their horses in fear and escaped.

Fang Cheng saw that there were still fish that slipped through the net, so he let them go, and pulled the reins in the direction where the desert was.

This sword made Wang Tingjun frightened, and he no longer dared to send troops to pursue them.