Although the Wuyang faction is well-known in the rivers and lakes, it is actually only a vain appearance and an empty name.

In the peaceful and prosperous era, there is no radical heart without challenges, everyone is slacking off, the Wuyang faction has long been inferior to the generation, and even he, the thirty-eighth generation of the head of the lineage, has to admit that he is indeed inferior to the previous generation.

Although the Wuyang faction was not able to show its glory in his hands, it could not be destroyed in his hands, so he had to reconsider Chu Yun'er's whereabouts, at least not to spread the rumors that Wuyang Mountain was harboring murderous demons and causing trouble.

Just when Ling Zhiyang was thinking uncertain and feeling a headache, a Wuyang disciple rushed into the camp in a panic and panted, "Master...... Master, attack ...... Attack it...... It's not ...... Staying"

Ling Zhiyang Huo Ran stood up, and did not look embarrassed because he let Chu Yun'er see that the Wuyang faction was so vulnerable, he was confused by Beili's undead army in the past two days, and he didn't care about the image of being a teacher, so he hurriedly rushed out of the camp.

"Yun'er, I'm going to help too, you just came back, let's rest first"

"Well, Hatsurou, be careful"

Ling Churou shook Chu Yun'er's palm comfortingly, touched Yan'er's head with a smile, and as soon as he got out of the camp, the smile on his face sank, this time Beili was fierce, and Xiqi suffered a lot of damage, I hope that my father, elder brother and senior brothers can win and retreat from the enemy as soon as possible.

Chu Yun'er, who returned to her camp, was really uneasy, the camp was unusually quiet, everyone went to the front line, even Chu Rou went to help, she was really a little upset to stay in the camp.

"Chen, do you want to ...... Let's go to the front and have a look."

Wan Yichen's thick eyebrows furrowed slightly, his face was gloomy and he stared out of the tent, the fierce shouting and killing was faintly heard, and the rich smell of blood and decaying corpse qi echoed in the air.

The familiar smell of gunpowder made him inexplicably excited and uneasy when he was once surprised on the battlefield, but he didn't have the broad-mindedness of Pudu sentient beings, so he naturally didn't want to meddle in things that had nothing to do with him, but Yun'er wanted to go and see, so he naturally had to accompany him.

There was no city wall on the Wushan border, so the soldiers could only dig fortifications or set traps day and night, and block Beili from attacking with their flesh and blood.

Even if Xiqi invited Wuyang's disciples to help, it was still no match for Beili's undead army, and the battle line retreated and withdrew, and if it continued like this, within three days, Wushan would be lost and owned by the enemy.

From the foot of the Foggy Mountains to the mountainside, it was like a purgatory on earth, with countless dead bodies along the way, rivers of blood, the weather was getting hotter, some corpses had begun to decompose, and the air was filled with a disgusting smell of blood and a strong rancid smell.

The big knife of the Xiqi soldier slashed down, and the immortal of Beili only shook his body and continued to approach step by step with long claws and grinning teeth, even the disciples of Wuyang could not hit the door with every blow, and those who had no arms would use their mouths to gnaw, and those without legs would use to climb.

In this strength and physical teaching, the soldiers of Xiqi are doomed to failure, and if they continue like this, they will be exhausted to death even if they are not bitten to death by the undead.

Chu Yun'er and Wan Yichen stood on a hill, condescending, with a panoramic view of the battle situation below, and Xiqi was obviously at a disadvantage.

Wan Yichen watched the battle between the two countries with a calm face, and looked at the enemy's rear with a deep gaze, if he was the one who refined the immortal army, then this war was only to seize the Red Flame Bead in his hand, could he still stand idly by?

"Chen, isn't that the one who snatched the Red Flame Bead that night?"

At the foot of the foggy mountain, behind the Beili army, on the prominent high hills, a tall man covered in black could not stop the evil aura like a messenger from hell standing quietly behind.