Ye Liuyun calmly told Fang Wuxian that she had asked Hou Chengyu and Miao Xiaodao to go to the Eighteenth Degree Town yesterday to pick them up, and Heilong and Xiaozi would be fine. Let him be cautious and keep the phone on to locate it accurately, and she will rush to the rescue as quickly as possible.

Ye Liuyun's tone was very calm when she called, but after hanging up the phone, she couldn't stop crying.

She and Tang Xiaoqi were holding a new product launch conference in Hong Kong at this time, and even if they took a rocket, they couldn't rush back in time to save him. And Miao Xiaodao and Hou Chengyu have long since lost contact, and even if they haven't lost contact, if they really face the sixth-order peak cultivator they said, they are not dead!

Who can save him in the shortest possible time, and who has the ability to save him?

Ye Liuyun kept typing on the phone in her hand, she first thought of Song Huining, but then vetoed it again.

She is no longer the weak girl who didn't understand the world half a year ago, she is a self-made shopping mall arrogance, a young longitudinal and horizontal family who is well versed in human affairs, a female warrior who has seen the rain of bullets, and a female Zhuge who knows the world's cultivation system, she knows where Song Huining's power can be used, and it is during this time that she used Song Huining's influence to contribute to her rapid rise.

Song Huining's power is in the world, and although the old Taoist priest Xiaoyaozi is still in the category of "human", he can no longer use the power of the world to restrain him because of his successful cultivation.

In the same way, Song Huining can't be an innocent savior, and neither can Tang Sanye, who is in Huzhou. Ye Liuyun thought about it, she thought of a person, a person who shouldn't be her to ask for help.

Human lives, especially his lives, are at stake. Ye Liuyun didn't hesitate and dialed the phone number that he had seen many times in the file.

Thirty kilometers northwest of the eighteenth degree town, there is a continuous mountain range that stretches from east to west, called General Ridge. If the town of 18 degrees is the throat of Huzhou, then Jiangjun Ridge is the gateway of the town of 18 degrees, and it is a place where soldiers have fought for since ancient times. In modern times, airplanes and missiles are flying all over the sky, the dangerous role of the pass has been small and small, and the General Ridge is a typical land of poor mountains and bad waters, there have been too many battles in ancient times, it can be said that there are corpses everywhere, and several military towns have been relocated out as early as the founding of the country, and this has become a real barren land.

But today, the sun had just sunk down the hill, and the smoke of cooking rose in a col, and the faint aroma of barbecue wafted in the air. A place that has not been populated for decades is actually a traveler.

The traveler was not an ordinary passerby, but Miao Xiaodao and Hou Chengyu, who were sent by Ye Liuyun to pick up Fang Wuxian's return.

Hou Chengyu added firewood without saying a word, Miao Xiaodao was roasting two leg of mutton with a wooden fork, there was not even a person in the General Ridge, where did the thief of the way of heaven come from.

Their clothes were torn and covered in blood, but the injuries on their bodies were not serious, they were all skin injuries.

In the distance, in the woods, the sound of pheasants flapping their wings was loud, but loud enough for the two of them to hear. Miao Xiaodao handed a leg of mutton to Hou Chengyu and chuckled: "Let a pheasant give you a sentry, you can figure it out." ”

"Don't care about black cats and white cats, if you can catch mice, you are a good cat."

Hou Chengyu didn't say much, grabbing the leg of mutton and gnawing wildly. Miao Xiaodao didn't let him specialize in beauty, and his good teeth were enviable. It's just that his skills in roasting lamb shanks are not good, the leg of lamb is batter on the outside and raw on the inside, rubbing his face black and red, and under the firelight, he looks like a starving ghost from hell.

A leg of mutton was gnawed in less than two minutes, and Miao Xiaodao's cheeks were stuffed with half-cooked mutton, and he smiled vaguely: "I don't believe you killed more than me this time." ”

"It is the hands that kill people, not the mouth." Hou Chengyu glanced at the forest, where it seemed to be dark, but there were seventy-six people slowly surrounding and killing.

"God knows where the Qin family got so many third- and fourth-order cultivators." Miao Xiaodao wiped his hands on his body indiscriminately, grabbed a butterfly knife like a trick with his wrist, and disappeared again after flipping it.

Hou Chengyu swept Miao Xiaodao up and down, and with his eyesight, he couldn't see where Miao Xiaodao hid the knife. However, he did not think that such a trick could make the difference between life and death in war. On the battlefield, it is by strength, not by tricks. He snorted, pulled out the dagger in the scabbard of his thigh, shaved off the meat on the leg of mutton that was still eye-catching, and ate it, and said in a low voice: "The realm and combat effectiveness of these people are disproportionate, and another hundred people can kill all of them." ”

"Don't blow it, kill all the fines, we're about to be chased into dogs this day and night. Alas, you have also seen that place, where the blood is so great that the river can't cover it, and the birds dare not fall in the air. I've been deducing and calculating, and now I think that at least seventy or eighty people died in that place, and all the clues show that he was the one who did it. It's really better for people to live than people, he hasn't entered the fourth order yet, and we are both fourth-order peak cultivators. ”

Miao Xiaodao sighed, and then smiled: "But don't be discouraged, we can't compare to him in martial arts, but we use it properly in strategy, let's lead the people of the Qin family to this deserted General Ridge, he should have arrived in Huzhou safely on the black dragon!" ”

Hearing this, Hou Chengyu's face suddenly changed, and he raised his head and said, "It's broken." ”

"What's broken?" Miao Xiaodao asked suspiciously.

Hou Chengyu said in a deep voice: "If he alone kills all the seventy or eighty people sent by the Qin family to rob and kill in one place, why do you think the hundred Qin family swordsmen who are chasing behind us don't flee quickly, aren't they afraid that he will kill them?" ”

"They're chasing the two of us, not ......"

Miao Xiaodao stopped talking abruptly, and he suddenly understood what Hou Chengyu meant. Since Fang Wuxie's killing of the Qin family's swordsmen was as easy as chopping melons and vegetables, what reason was there to escape. After the Qin family disposed of the corpse, how could the moth put out the fire and send more than a hundred swordsmen to kill it again. These two things clearly mean that the other party has more powerful means to rob and kill Fang Wuxie, and he and Hou Chengyu, the two people who should have responded, were dragged to death by the Qin family's more than 100 swordsmen who said that they were not powerful, and that they were weak but difficult to entangle.

"That'...... So what now? Kill him and pick him up? Miao Xiaodao tightened his belt, he was ready to fight.

"The speed of the black dragon is not something we can catch up with. And we've lost his clues, where are we going to pick them up? Now we might as well make mistakes and garrison General Ridge like a magnet, not only to keep all these people here, but also to try to attract more people. Hmph, first seventy or eighty people were broken, and now more than a hundred people have died, I don't believe that the third- and fourth-order cultivators of the Qin family are leeks, and they can grow another batch after cutting a batch. ”

"Good!" Miao Xiaodao got up and said, "Although he has not entered the fourth order, I am not his opponent if I am ten, even if we go to take it, it will not be too useful." Let's just come and move like a mountain, let these eggs take the initiative to crash into them and commit suicide, even if we can't share the firepower for him, we must destroy the living force of the Qin family. ”

"Then be careful, don't die!" Hou Chengyu threw the leg bone of the mutton into the forest, and a sword light slashed out, splitting the bone of the mutton into pieces.

The battle, which begins.

After hanging up the phone, Fang Wuxian rested for a while, his physical condition did not change for the better with time, but became more and more serious, and the speed of his movement became slower and slower.

He knew that it would not work like this, and instead of trying his best to follow the path that Xiaoyaozi could catch up with with a single fly, it was better to stay where he was, find a way to rejuvenate his body, and wait for rescue.

Yesterday, he was injured by the arrow thrown by Xiaoyaozi and lost consciousness intermittently, although most of the details were remembered later, but how to kill more than eighty third-order and fourth-order cultivators of the Qin family, and how to turn defeat into victory at the last moment of refining Dao Fruit, in these two things, his memory is still a little vague.

He only remembered killing people, and he couldn't remember how or how many he killed. He also knew that he had regained the essence of his flesh body in the sea of consciousness, but he couldn't remember what happened after the three blood-colored arrows shot into the "top of his head".

However, his memory is intermittent and not a day or two, and it is an exaggeration to say that habits become natural, but after all, they are not so much about gains and losses. He was just thinking about where the essence of the physical body that he had taken back had gone, and whether he could guide him back to the physical body.

Since Fang Wuxian "defeated" Xiaoyaozi in the sea of knowledge, his perception is stronger than before, and this strength is reflected in the "unpredictable prophet" of the things around him, and in the meticulous cognition of his own situation. This kind of meticulous cognition is similar to the nature of the previous retrospective and inward-looking, but the effect is greatly enhanced. He closed his eyes and sensed it for a moment, and then he found out where the essence of his flesh was.

Not only the essence of the flesh, but he also really "saw" a white drop of water, saw the golden earth-shattering scroll, and also saw the three stone arrows suspected to be in the forbidden land of the hunter village. It's just that at this time, the three stone arrows have turned into blood-colored arrows, entangled with the essence of the flesh, white water droplets, and the sky-shaking scroll, which is in the depths of his sea of consciousness.

Fang Wuxian wanted to "peel off the cocoon" to release the essence of his physical body, but as soon as the "he" in the sea of consciousness approached the four things that were entangled, everything suddenly disappeared, and he also woke up from the consciousness of concentration.

Try again, and still wake up at the same steps. After several times, Fang Wuxian finally vaguely understood that the "he" in the sea of consciousness was his "divine consciousness", and the essence of the flesh, the blood-colored arrows, the white water droplets, and the golden scroll were all within his divine consciousness. It can be said that these four things are part of his consciousness, and whenever his consciousness wants to touch these things, it is equivalent to touching the true self, and it is normal to wake up.

The essence of the flesh body had become a part of the divine consciousness, and Fang Wuxie's idea of trying to redirect it into the body was shattered. He sighed, and suddenly he felt a feeling in his heart, looking back at the West.

The night is like ink, nothing can be seen, the wind in the ears is whimpering, and no abnormalities can be heard. He took a deep breath, and although his sense of smell had deteriorated much, he still smelled Xiaoyaozi's breath.

He stood up with the stone bow on his legs, his legs unable to bear the weight of his thinness, and he kept shaking. And because he had just taken a deep breath, he could clearly feel the alveoli at the end of the bronchial tubes bursting.

It only hurts, but no blood gushes out, because his blood has long since dried up.

But no matter how difficult it was, Fang Wuxian still stood up, he looked at him with a mocking look on his face west, raised his stone bow and grabbed the bowstring, his legs gradually steady.

Steady as a mountain!