Ling Xuanluo left Jiulong Island to Lu Zan, and he and the others withdrew to the base camp of the Barren Mountain Belt. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

As soon as he entered the camp tent, he searched everywhere for the figure of the Lancang God, but no one found it, only saw the things he left behind, two cloth bags, and a letter asking him to pass it on to Jiang Nanjun.

Ling Xuanluo nestled in his chair and pondered hard, "What role is this Lancang God playing? With the start of the Battle of the Six Realms, his position has become more and more obvious, but why don't he directly join the Condor Alliance and confront Nangong Xiang head-on? What is his purpose in using Uncle Xing? This battle in the East China Sea has undoubtedly proved that he is a friend of the Condor Alliance, but he has made himself so mysterious, what does he want to hide?"

The answers to all the questions are probably in the letter. Lancang God knew that telling Jiang Nanjun alone was to tell them all, but he had to play tricks and make him itchy, and it seemed that the people who were cautious really couldn't afford to offend.

The road back is extremely long, and the steps to go back are also heavy. When the large army came, it was mighty, and the tail could not be seen at a glance, and the banner of the Condor League painted with the symbol of Mangtou Eagle, and the military flag of Jiluo Mountain also fluttered in the wind. At this time, in order to prevent the target from being exposed to the pursuers, most of the flags have been put away, and the personnel are only a short section behind them.

Those warriors who cannot return will leave their homeland forever and remain forever on the shores of the East China Sea, or in the depths of the sea.

Tens of thousands of spirit boy soldiers cultivated by the Bamboo Leaf Elves will never be able to return to Jiluo Mountain. But this tragic battle is only the beginning of the war, a few days later, the night of the snow wolf crying moon will come, and the battle for the cloud gate that will be launched in the South China Sea is really the core battle between the Condor Alliance and the Blue Wolf Alliance.

Before leaving, Lu Zan had revealed the strategy of the Blue Wolf Alliance to besiege the four seas, and it stands to reason that the coalition forces of the Blue Wolf Alliance should have already arrived in the South China Sea to meet the fighting guard camp and engage in a vicious battle.

But according to the military report sent back from there, it has been calm in front of the Yunxiao Gate, not to mention the pressure of the army, not even the shadow of an enemy soldier can be seen. What kind of tactic is the Blue Wolf Alliance? Where are the demon soldiers or the betrayed angel soldiers?

The Battle of the East China Sea, although in a corner of the East China Sea, completely wiped out the forces of the Blue Wolf Alliance, but in Ling Xuanluo's view, it was a fiasco. Perhaps in this life, he would not have been able to forgive himself -- if it weren't for his negligence and neglect of the strength of the remnants of the ghost soldiers, how could so many people have died on Kowloon Island? The dream of settling disputes without blood has become an eternal pain in his heart.

Along the way, his mind was like a scuffle of knives and guns, chaotic, coupled with the exhaustion of continuous battles, he only felt that his mind was heavy, his body was empty, and it was becoming more and more difficult to sit on the back of the horse.

Fei Yi next to him saw that he was walking well, but he suddenly swayed from side to side, and hurriedly raised his hand to support it, but it was too late, he leaned over, slid off the horse, and the whole person fell straight down the clouds......

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"Hey, I'm not on the way back to Xuanyuan Mountain? Am I not sitting on the back of a Pegasus? How did I lie down? It's still such a comfortable cloud bed! The feeling of lying in a cloud bed is so familiar, did ......I experience it when I was a child? How long have you slept here?"

After falling, Ling Xuanluo struggled to open his eyelids and looked around.

The languishing army was gone, and the past that tormented him in his mind was gone, and he was lying on a large, white and fluffy cloud bed.

The cloud bed floated slowly, and it was impossible to see where it was going. From time to time, birds with colorful wings passed by him, glancing happily at him, and chirping into the distance.

Except for birds, clouds, and blue sky, there was nothing else by the bedside. He was looking forward to it strangely, and then he could see a green, tall figure, standing with his back to him and meditating, but he couldn't remember who the expectant figure should belong to.