"Yes! Master!" He Jiantong excitedly glanced at the sunset post with people surging at his feet, "After more than ten years, our mission here can finally be completed...... It's just a pity that Senior Brother Hua, the place he carefully selected, but there is no way to witness this miracle with his own eyes. ”

"yes...... It's been more than 10 years. However, less than 30,000 essence blood have been collected, and there is no way to do it faster than war. It seems that even God is helping us, if it weren't for this sudden cut off of the water source, when would these 100,000 troops die? Feng Jianbai's voice was cold, and the preciousness of life in his eyes was like the evaporation of water vapor, without a trace of pity.

"It's just a pity that Changfeng is a good seedling, if he is allowed to stir up the wind and clouds in the human race, I see what tricks the Great Qin Emperor can play. ”

"Master, I heard that the prince has returned from school, and his strength is quite remarkable. In the first battle, the soldiers were bloodless, and they subdued Qin Heng's killer army, and the formation was a must. If he comes to power in the future, I am afraid that it will be extremely unfavorable to us. He Jiantong said worriedly.

"Returning from school?" Feng Jianbai's hoarse voice muttered for a moment, "Where is the teacher?"

"It's extremely secretive, but there are rumors that it is the master of the Cangji faction, and ten years is only the peak realm of the innate state. The disciple thought that apart from his formation, there was nothing else to worry about. He Jiantong pondered.

"The Cangji Sect has always been strong in the world with its refined cultivation realm, except for a few mountain guarding arrays, the people who are proficient in the formation are not well-known...... Unless, the place where he was taught was a forbidden place that should have been forgotten by the Cangji faction. ”

"What is it?"

"Forget the Valley of Worries...... 'One valley and nine saints, stepping on the blue sky. Feng Jianbai's eyes looked a little dazed, as if he remembered a lot of the past, "With this Nine Saints in the world, it is our huge resistance. ”

The Nine Saints of the World - Piano, Chess, Calligraphy, Painting, Medicine, Poison, Wine, Flowers, and Tea. Each of them has a peerless talent and is the pillar of optimus in the nine realms of the human race.

And listening to the meaning of Feng Jianbai, these nine saints are all from the same place called the Valley of Forgotten Sorrows.

"Forget the Valley ......" He Jiantong obviously had never heard of this place name, but he kept this place name firmly in his heart.

"Go ahead, leave those puppets behind, and let them guard the battle until the people of the Youxia Palace come, and our people must not be exposed. A glimmer of essence flashed in Feng Jianbai's eyes, and his bright forehead was even brighter in winter.

"Yes!" He Jiantong took out a space storage bag from his sleeve that was exactly the same as Hua Changfeng, trimmed with snowflakes and wrapped in maple leaves.

Forty-five puppets were summoned from the cloth bag, and they were suspended around He Jiantong's body in a daze, "The disciples are not good at cultivation, and I have injected some of my spiritual power into their bodies, and now they all have innate strength, but I believe it should be enough to deal with those people below." ”

Feng Jianbai shook his head indifferently, and slammed his fingers open, spilling blood.

The eyes of these originally godless puppets suddenly lit up with a dark red light, and even their cultivation continued to skyrocket, until the late innate stage!

"Congratulations to the master, the cultivation has reached a higher level. The Blood Refining Puppet was already able to reach such a supernatural realm. He Jiantong's eyes were filled with excitement and fear.

"Go!" Wind Sword Bai waved his hand indifferently.

"Yes!" He Jiantong reluctantly left here.

As He Jiantong's sword light disappeared, Feng Jianbai took out a space storage bag of the same style as Hua Changfeng from his sleeve, but Hua Changfeng and He Jiantong were green, while his storage bag was blue.

A lotus crystal as clear as snow appeared in Feng Jian Bai's hand, and when it appeared, the surrounding temperature instantly dropped by more than ten degrees.

Feng Jianbai didn't dare to touch it with his hands, but just used his strong spiritual power to support the base of the lotus crystal.

The crystal has a total of 12 petals, and the cold air hovers and dances freely in the air in a visible state. The water vapor in the air unconsciously centered on it, and slowly crawled out of the frozen 'branches', but in a few moments, the size of this ice lotus more than tripled.

"If it weren't for the Demon Lord giving such a divine object, if you want to collect the essence blood of nearly 80,000 people under your feet, I'm afraid it won't be so easy. The corners of Feng Jianbai's mouth twitched slightly, "It's just a pity that this thousand-year-old cold crystal, I spent my whole life on it, and I still can't absorb it." In that case, let's just let it end here!"

The spiritual power in the white palms of the wind sword surged, and the ice lotus was held higher and higher, and the shadow on the sunset post became bigger and bigger, like a giant cloud, slowly moving above their heads.

The ice lotus fell on the clouds, but did not sink, but seemed to merge with the clouds in the sky, or rather, it was a cloud at the moment.

The clouds are clear, there is no sunlight, but there is a faint thorn in the refraction.

The sunset post in the cold winter has no sunlight, and it is even more cold at the moment.

"Guard the various exits, and no one will be allowed to escape from this sunset post!" Feng Jianbai gritted his teeth and gave a death order, "If one person escapes, even your puppet bodies will be wiped out immediately!"

Forty-five puppets had bloodshot eyes, and among them, there was someone Lin Ling wanted to catch in his dreams-Sun Hai!

These forty-five puppets are clearly the names of the villages that disappeared without a trace after Niukeng Village was slaughtered that year!

But among them, only Lin Ling's grandmother is missing.

These forty-five puppets descended from the sky, and according to the wind sword white, they gave them their respective positions, and slowly approached the direction of Sunset Hill from a distance......

"Hmph!!This Hua Changfeng is too deceitful!" In the camp of the commander of the Luohe City Army, a burly strong man is the commander of the 100,000 army in Luohe City, Feng Baojun.

Under the manager's tent, a man with his hands wrapped in bandages was curled up tremblingly under the care of several military doctors.

Under the manager's account, there are two rows, and four people sit in each row, a total of eight people.

The leader on the left was none other than Wu Deyun, the black-armored general that Lin Ling had seen in Yangyun Pavilion. As Gong Shenghai's brother-in-law, he is also full of clouds at the moment.

"Dashuai! This letter was really written by the Chinese military division?"

Feng Baojun angrily pushed the fold in front of Wu Deyun's armor, and said angrily: "See for yourself!"

After a while, the manager's tent fell into an endless silence, except for the crackling of burning wood to relieve the stagnant air.

"Cut off the tail ......" Gongsun Ding, a think tank sitting on Feng Baojun's right hand, trembled violently with his hands holding the folded folds, and even his voice couldn't help but be dumbfounded, "Dashuai...... This, this is indeed the note of the Chinese military division, could it be that the master of the palace city really ......"

"Hmph! We have been born and died for him for so many years, and now that the water source is scarce, we want to kill us as soon as possible! Gong Shenghai! Even if I am a ghost, I Han Shi will not let him go!" The other general in the main tent stood up angrily, murderous.