Two four-star sacrifices, one dead and one wounded, Fu Yutian fled with a broken arm, and Cao Tian died with the last obsession. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Fu Yutian's body is extremely fast, which seems to have something to do with his perennial penance. At this time, although he was seriously injured, he was still like a galloping horse, speeding through the barren grass.

The three of Sang Nan, with their eyes glazed, followed closely behind, biting Fu Yutian tightly, waiting for him to run out of strength.

Several figures one after the other, on the prairie, the rabbit rose and fell, and disappeared.

After the soldiers of the Yan Legion finished the cleanup, they marched towards the agreed place on their own.

At the same time, a team of 16 ascetics was coming straight to Yangqiu City from east to west.

"Master! 50 miles ahead, is Yangqiu City. Wu Gong Yang's disciple Chen Jiusi came over and said.

"Well, they have been waiting for most of the day, and they should be in a hurry, let's hurry up, rush to Yangqiu first, and then rest!" Wugong Yang, who was covered with wind and dust, said with a light smile. He and Fu Yutian worshiped the Great Priest of the West Temple as their teacher, and the teacher went out of the same door, and the two of them had a quiet and moving personality, and their relationship was very good. Wugong Yang knew that his junior brother was in a hurry, and now he might be complaining somewhere in Yangqiu, blaming him, the senior brother, for procrastinating in his work!

"Okay, master!" Chen Jiu Sifu bowed his head again before returning to the front of the team and leading the team forward. They traveled nearly 10,000 miles from the Western Temple, traveling for more than a month, and Rao was physically strong and a little tired. Fortunately, the team has profound penance skills and has been cultivating for a long time, but no one complains of tiredness.

In front of him is a prairie, cold wind, dead wood, boundless, compared with the steep and desolate landform of the Yadong Plateau, but a little less vast and heroic.

In the face of these penances who are accustomed to seeing poor mountains and bad waters, this place is simply a hotbed everywhere.

Everyone was in a calm mood, let go of their leg strength, jumped on the grass, and moved forward quickly, the movements were extremely similar to Fu Yutian's, and they were getting closer and closer to the target Yangqiu City......

Suddenly, a few miles ahead, there was a roar that resounded through the sky, and that roar was tinged with anger, anxiety, and a bit of unwillingness.

Is it Yu Tian?!

Wugong raised his eyebrows and frowned slightly, jumped out of the team, took a few steps to the front of the team, opened his mouth and let out a long roar, different from the roar from the front, this whistling sound was majestic, like a long whale squirting water, for a long time, the shock made the birds scatter around, the rats and snakes fled, the ascetic cultivation in the team was surging, and the spirit was lifted, and the referee's strength was probably close to the hall master of the four temples.

Hearing Fu Yutian's roar, Wugong Yang had an ominous premonition in his heart, the junior brother was competitive by nature and had a strong sense of self-esteem, if it weren't for the fact that the situation was at the point of life and death, he would never let out this kind of roar. Now he just wants to feel by his junior brother's side as soon as possible to see what kind of opponent he has encountered.

He casually dropped the large wooden box on his back, and kicked his feet on the ground continuously, like a big bird gliding, and after a few ups and downs, he disappeared from the sight of the team.

"I'll help the master, and you guys will come later!" Chen Jiusi's expression was solemn, he took out two blood-red short spears from the wooden box on his back, and explained to the others, and the rest of the priests had solemn faces and responded with salutes, as if his status in the team was quite high.

Then, like a vulture, he stepped on the grass and walked away.

Chen Jiusi, the second disciple of Wugong Yang, a four-star priest, and the great elder of the inquisition. He and his master, Wugong Yang, represented the strongest strength of the Western Temple Inquisition.

Hearing Fu Yutian's roar, Sang Nan and the three of them knew that the other party was bleeding too much, and they were afraid that they would not be able to support it, and they were about to follow the sound, but suddenly heard a powerful long howl in the distance.

The whistling sound was endless, with a momentum that swept the world, like a demonstration, a warning, and a deterrent.

The three of them were shocked, and they stopped their bodies suddenly, the owner of this howling sound was cultivated to be pure, far above a few people, and it was rapidly approaching. After they became beasts, their instincts were extremely sharp, and at this time they clearly felt a great danger coming.

"Rendezvous at the crack of Suolong Gorge!" Seeing that the situation was urgent, Sang Nan turned his heart sideways, said hello to Ji Tieyi and the others, and rushed to the riverside tidal flat.

"Sister, let's go! Sangnam is fine. Seeing that Ji Tieyi didn't move, Ji Poyu hurriedly pulled her back. He knew that Sang Nan had a lot of ghost ideas when he was a child, although he was a little worried, but now was not the time to be entangled, so he took Ji Tieyi and retreated decisively.

Fu Yutian, who was covered in blood, was squatting and kneeling on the riverside tidal flat, his face was bloodless, he heard Wugong Yang's long roar, and knew in his heart that his fate was saved, his whole body was loosened, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Vertical Zier dare!" Wugong Yang, who had come closer, happened to see this scene, and roared angrily, jumped to the beach a few times, waved his big sleeves, and slashed out with a bang. But I saw that the man waved his hand casually, pointed the sharp blade in his hand at himself, took a leap of the fish, and jumped into the surging Anbei River.

"Yu Tian! Yu Tian! Tell me, who are they? Wugong Yang held up Fu Yutian, glared at him, and shouted with a sad face. He saw that the man had not shown his head for a long time, and he knew that the pursuit was hopeless, so he turned around to check Fu Yutian's injuries.

Fu Yutian had no air intake at this time, blood continued to gush from the wound in his throat, his arm was cut off before, and he was pierced through his neck by Sang Nan's sharp cone just now, all supported by the strong vitality obtained from hard cultivation, seeing Wugong Yang lying in front of him, Fu Yutian's eyes were wet and red, he opened his mouth and said twice, but he couldn't say a word, and finally he could only stretch out his remaining hand with great effort and pointed to the north.

"North, Northern Demon Plain?" Wugong Yang looked suspicious, revealing an inquiring look, Fu Yutian grinned and passed away with a smile.

Wugong Yang woke up instantly, his face was like frost, he didn't expect that the Northern Demon Yuan would attack the Holy Temple so blatantly, and it was a four-star sacrifice of the Inquisition with great power.

At this moment, Chen Jiusi, who was holding a pair of blood-red short guns, also came to him, and when he saw his uncle Fu Yutian, who died tragically on the beach, he hurriedly dropped the short gun, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed three times respectfully.

"Master, do you know who did it?" His emotions were also a little agitated.

Wugong Yang looked at him deeply and did not answer the question.

"Wait a minute, let people go to the front and look for it, and see if there are any survivors." His tone was flat, and he couldn't see what mood he was in at the moment, Chen Jiusi was puzzled in his heart, but he didn't ask any further.

It didn't take long for other penances to arrive, and they were all a little surprised when they saw the scene of Fu Yutian being killed, and then they scattered and searched forward, and soon found the bodies of Cao Tian and others in the depths of the barren grass.

Wugong Yang asked people to collect dry firewood and withered grass, cremate the bodies of Fu Yutian, Cao Tian and others on the spot, and then collect the ashes separately and prepare to take them back to the temple.

The raging fire brought up light smoke, like a soul that had broken free from the shackles of its skin, and slowly dissipated into the sky.

Wu Gong Yang looked at the flames that were burning more and more, and sighed softly in his heart:

Is the Holy War about to begin again? (To be continued.) )