In the middle of the night, a hundred miles away from Dongyingkou, there is a river beach called Qinhuang River.

A hundred battle army is camping here, Zhao Lian is also among them, the old man's plan to encircle is going very smoothly, the Japanese people who are chaotic in Qilu have been scattered, and most of the several branches are being surrounded everywhere and pushed towards Dongyingkou.

According to the current progress, and the news sent back by the various departments, there will be three or four days at most, and when the grain and grass are ready, the decisive battle with the Japanese can be carried out.

The battlefield is in Dongyingkou!

The place where the Japanese landed was more than ten miles away from the coast, and it was a flat place, and there was no danger to defend at all.

Under the command of Zhao Lian's flying pigeon biography, the remaining two naval divisions in the south are also driving from the coast of Liaodong to the battlefield, just waiting for the arrival of the naval division, blocking the sea and blocking the escape route of the Japanese invaders.

In this battle, it is necessary to kill all these foreign dog thieves, which can be regarded as a mouthful of evil anger in the chest.

Hou Ye and a group of generals and colonels discussed strategies in the camp tent, and there were naturally personal soldiers guarding them within dozens of zhang around, and this team of soldiers was not a hundred battle troops, but the elite of the Qilu border army that Wei Hou had commanded for many years.

Wei Hou is obviously not at ease, those who have been through the battle and are irritable and irritable will come to protect him.

In addition to these border troops, there were also a group of Jianghu people recruited by the Southern Dynasty, staying in their respective camps, and some energetic people practiced martial arts in the night, or partnered with familiar brothers.

They came with the army, and were responsible for defending the commanders of the army on weekdays from being assassinated by the Assassins, and they could also be used as personal soldiers when they went to battle.

The imperial court pays a monthly salary, has no worries about food and clothing, and has an official official title, which can be regarded as an iron rice bowl.

In the current troubled times, it is a good job.

In this era, especially in the barracks, there is not much entertainment, and the soldiers of the hundred battles pay attention to recuperation, and most of them will rest early.

In the darkness of the night, Hung folded his wings and glided silently down from the sky, landing like an owl on a branch shaded by a tree.

The crested eagle shook its head, and around its neck hung a pendant like a black magata, much like an agate jewel, which had been given to it by its owner.

There are no other crested eagles, not even the annoying Qingluan, which makes Jinghong like it very much.

The psychic bird, with its jewel-like eyes, stared at the center of the tent, where it was headed.

Beside its delicate iron claws, a letter was bound to the tube.

It was ordered by the master to be handed over to a drooping old two-legged beast.

Jinghong didn't care what the two-legged beast was called, it recognized the old man, he had seen it once after Zhongshan in Jinling, and its memory was no worse than that of a human, and it could distinguish the characteristics of the two-legged beast.

It was an easy flight.

Although there were a lot of ferocious two-legged beasts around it that exuded an uncomfortable aura, Jing Hong was not afraid in his heart, these guys were so stupid that they couldn't even see it flying at full strength, let alone catching it.

Jinghong shook his neck, used his sharp beak to trim the feathers on his neck, and moved his claws again.

It stared at the tent.

I was going to fly over, and then drop the letter by the claw by the tent, and then, my mission was complete.

It's simple.

It's not difficult at all.

In the next moment, the branches moved slightly, and a few leaves fell, and the Thunder flew into the night sky like an arrow, sweeping towards the tent of the target, as it had done many times before.

But this time, something is not right.

The moment the Shocking Hung swept into the night sky of the camp, there were three arrows shot from below, fast and ruthless, two arrows were the forerunners, and the last arrow was a killing move.

The crested eagle reacted extremely quickly, made a sharp stop in the air, dodged the two arrows, and slammed forward with its steel claws, and in the sound of steel clashing, the last arrow was also knocked down.

Sensing the danger, the feathers on its neck stood upside down, and the agitated bird immediately turned its direction to leave the dangerous place.

But the sneak attack has already appeared below, and it will definitely not let it leave so easily.

In the dark night, a Jianghu person is like a wind under his feet, lightly climbs the flagpole of the camp, climbs two feet on the flagpole like a monkey, and borrows strength on the flagpole again, and the whole person sweeps into the air.

Holding a bow in his left hand and an arrow in his right hand, when Jinghong regained the air, three more arrows flew out in the sound of strings like a thunderbolt.

The arrow strikes, sending a faint sonic boom.

Between the lightning and flint, two arrows flew over the wings of the crested eagle, flying with eagle feathers, and the last arrow hit the slender neck of Jinghong, which was blocked by the hook jade sent by the master.

But that strength was still like a heavy punch on Jinghong's body, and in the shattering of Magata, the bird screamed sadly, bringing up a ray of blood, and fell obliquely into the dark night in the distance.

The Jianghu people with war bows on their backs rolled in the air several times and fell to the ground.

He looked at the other side of the night, and did not pursue, but snorted coldly, picked up the downed letter from the ground, opened it and looked at it, and then tore it apart and scattered it into the night behind.

As if nothing happened, he picked up the war bow again, carried his hands on his back, hummed a strange song, and returned to the camp with Shi Shiran.

The fight took place at the edge of the camp and ended in an instant, barely alarming anyone in the camp.

But he was watched by a person who did not belong to this camp, and the whole time.

After the person who injured the bird disappeared, on the other side of the bank of the Qinhuang River, the sorrowful man with the knife on his back got up from the weeds and hurried to the place where the stalk fell.

He was originally entrusted by Zhang Chu to protect Zhao Lian's safety, and he must ensure that no matter what happens, Zhao Lian must be escorted back to Lin'an safe and sound.

Zhang Chu's order is very strange, if it is someone else, he must ask, he must think.

But it won't.

Since Brother Zhang Chu said it, he just did it.

However, Zhao Lian, the stinky old man, did not appreciate it at all, he brutally drove Wu Wuxing out of the camp, and in the past few days, Wu Wuxing has been hanging far behind this hundred battle army, ready to rescue Zhao Lian at any time.

But tonight, he unexpectedly witnessed the battle just now, and he was very puzzled.

Crested eagle, he knows.

Although the one he is most familiar with, called Hurricane, is smaller than Jinghong, and his personality is much better than Jinghong.

After a while, Wu Wusheng found a difficult crawl on a wasteland, trying to take off again, it was a little seriously injured, and its claws were protected by stainless steel claw sleeves.

But there were signs of a fracture in the neck, and the roots of the wings were also injured, fluttering like a free-range chicken.

If left unchecked, the bird of prey is likely to die in the night.

"Don't be afraid, I'll help you."

Wu Wu ran over and stretched out his hand, trying to pick up Jing Hong, but although the crested eagle was injured, it was also fierce and abnormal, and when weak, it could attack Wu Wu's fingers with its beak and force him back.

It is a loyal and proud crested eagle.

There is only one master in life.

"It's really fierce."

Worrying and lifeless, he was not pecked, his martial arts were not comparable to Shen Qiu, but he was also first-class.

"I, I know, your master."

He half-knelt on the ground, stretched out his fingers, and a few feet away, induced the Blood Sea Demon Skill, and the wound on Jinghong's body hurt, making the bird of prey jump in place.

But after the pain, the bleeding wound quickly stopped.

"I, know, Shen Qiu. Yes, Fan Qingqing's, good friend. ”

Worrying and lifeless, he blinked his blue eyes and said to the great eagle who was looking at him in front of him:

"Let me, help you."

Jing Hong heard the familiar name, but he didn't let out a chirp, just stared at the blood-glittering finger of Wu Wusheng.

Was it this emaciated two-legged beast that helped it?

The crested eagle tilted its head, a little confused.

Wu Wuming stretched out his hand to it, and this time, Jing Hong didn't peck again, letting the finger fall on the wound on his neck, but it was still vigilant.

As long as there is any misdeeds in Wu Wuming, his sharp beak will definitely blind his eyes.

"It hurts, doesn't it?"

With a grin, he slid along the wound with his Blood Sea Demon Skill and said:

"In this way, it doesn't hurt, when I was a child, I was injured, that's it, it won't, it hurts."

With the movement of the fingers, the blood vessels of the wound began to heal in the fusion of the blood and qi of the magic gong.

This magic skill is known as "dripping blood and not dying", but with the evil blood, so that when you are weak, you can face up to masters such as Fight Chong and Lao Dao, and you can use it with wonderful magic skills.

But Jinghong was too badly injured by the mysterious man to fly for a while, and after a quarter of an hour, the wound healed, but it was drowsy, and it was held in his arms by Worry, and touched the camp of the Hundred Battles Army again.

Being able to save Shen Qiu's crested eagle is an unexpected happy event.

But I didn't forget my business.

He still wants to continue to protect Zhao Lian.

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"Well, it should be an ancient xenomorph, but unfortunately, in this era, there are no supernatural beings."

Dongyingkou, a hundred miles away.

In the ruined city, Hongchen Jun, who occupied the body of Dongying's powerful warrior, opened his eyes and said something regretfully.

The container he left in the Southern Army just now, in order not to alarm others, did not take the risk to execute the alien beast Spirit Eagle that was Zhao Lian and brought a warning message.

He is different from Dongling, who likes to raise small animals, he cultivates the Red Dust Immortal Dao, treats all things and all spirits equally, and has no special likes or dislikes.

It's a very Buddhist immortal.,At the same time, there is no habit of keeping pets.。

What interested him more than the life and death of the Spirit Eagle was the letter.

"Shen Qiu, the disobedient mortal who has imprisoned the soul of the Eastern Spirit, also wants to come to Qilu to join in the excitement and witness the descent of the Spirit Realm with his own eyes?"

Xianjun stood up.

He glanced down, in the night, those who were as industrious as ants were still busy, and most of the spiritual arrays in the city had now gathered.

"Okay, what a lively scene."

Xianjun whispered:

"Such stubborn mortals, if they want to throw themselves into the net, the emperor of the province will look everywhere, and before the ancestor wakes up, he will gnaw off this last hard bone and the belt meat, which is also a great achievement.

After getting rid of him, in this world, we will let us gallop, the spiritual realm descends in Qilu, and the world is popping up with the spirit of immortals, just welcoming back the ancestors, double happiness is coming! ”

At this point, Hongchen Jun paused, and he looked at the slender figure standing in the shadows behind him.

He said:

"Benjun looks at the past with 'red dust leading', knowing that you have relatives who are dying in the hands of Shen Qiu, you still have some grievances with this Shen Qiu and you, and Benjun wants to sit in the Dongying Spirit Array and summon the aura.

Why don't you do it this time, it's up to you to take Penglai for me, and get rid of this, okay? ”

There was no answer.

This silence made Hongchen Jun a little dissatisfied, and he felt as if he was being ignored.

He thought for a moment, and then said:

"The son awakens the father, but the father wants to save the son.

Benjun didn't have such unforgettable family affection back then, Benjun vaguely remembers that when I was born, I was an orphan without a father and mother.

Seeing the deep relationship between Mr. Lu and Ling Lang's father and son, Benjun was very moved, and Benjun also knew what you were thinking in your heart, it was better to bring Shen Qiu's head with you, and Benjun would help you or your family Lu Guizang to cultivate into the body of the Yin God.

In this spiritual realm, you don't need a body to walk and live as normal.

In this way, your father and son can be reunited again.

Look, Mr. Lu, you have lost your eldest son, and now you can't lose your younger son as well, right? If Benjun remembers correctly, you should still have a well-behaved daughter? ”

"Wow"

With a sword roar, the Xuan Snake Sword lit up in the dark night, and the ghostly light flashed like a flash, and then the sharp blade was pressed against the Red Dust Monarch.

The sword-wielding figure stood in this moonlight, just in the separation of light and darkness, revealing half of his face and a dull eye.

"Don't, move her!"

A hoarse, double-tone voice rang out at the edge of the wooden building.

In the Xuan Snake Sword, there is an eerie murderous aura.

But Hongchenjun was not annoyed at all, nor was he afraid at all.

He stretched out his hand and flicked the spirit sword in front of him, and said:

"You killed Benjun this container, and Benjun still has hundreds or thousands of spare.

Benjun dares to descend the spiritual realm here, that is, he is sure that this battle will be won, and if you cut Benjun, you will cut off your last way back.

You wait for these ordinary people, all of them are like that Zhang Chu, with a bad problem, you have to say it so openly and do things so desperately, only then do you know the depth, and you are afraid of it.

Don't worry, Benjun has no interest in Lu Yuniang. ”

Hongchenjun waved his hand, and he said:

"Benjun wants a yellow-haired girl to do something, and with the help of Mr. Lu, the master of the heavenly list, it is of some value to me Penglai."

"Go ahead, go and do things."

"Promise you what you have and will give you. The tomorrow that Benjun is looking forward to will also come. ”

"You, me, everyone..."

Hongchenjun smiled softly, and he said:

"There will be a bright future."

The sword-wielder put away his sword and returned, stepped on the stairs, and walked down the wooden building, and in the darkness swept little by little, the red dust king in armor stood in the moonlight of the eaves, he closed his eyes and raised his hands.

Just like playing a musical instrument, the ten fingers move gently, as if they are plucking the invisible silk threads, and as if they are perceiving the information that has been transmitted back invisibly from the dark night.

In the camp of the Southern Army, nearly 100 people opened their eyes at the same time, and in the next moment, they all fell asleep.

Near Dongying, in the barren mountains and mountains, in the tent where the people of the rivers and lakes were resting, Qi Mei sat up with a grunt, showed a smile in the dark night, stretched out his hand to remove his clothes, and walked towards the bearded Yang Fu.

Outside the harbor, on the sea, on the large ships of the Japanese fleet, there were also a group of people who stepped out of the deck in unison to change guards with their companions.

The movements were neat, and hundreds of people moved together, just like one person.

Farther away, in the Imperial City of Yanjing, a soldier who was standing guard in front of the Yangxin Palace suddenly glanced back at the main hall and put his finger on the hilt of the knife, but in the next moment, he put it back to his side.

Further...

Farther away, it's gone.

Alas, in a single thought, the Red Dust Immortal Technique, which can cross thousands of mountains and rivers, incarnate into tens of millions, and manipulate all spirits, now has the largest range of action, and it is only more than 500 miles.

Just to be able to reach the first line of Yanjing, and then go farther, it is like the end of the world, unable to break through.

Hongchen Jun regretfully withdrew his consciousness and looked at the dark moon above his head.

That's it.

With so many mental containers, it is enough to control all the keys, just a few days later, the spiritual realm will descend, the immortal magic power will be restored, and the entire Qilu and the whole world will be under their control.

A new era.

The time that belongs to them, which has been destroyed in the past, but will eventually reappear in the near future, is coming.

"The name of that time..."

Hongchenjun reached into the moonlight, his fingers clasped, as if he wanted to hold the moon in his hand.

He muttered to himself, looking obsessively at the moon arc above his head.

He said:

"Name, Penglai!"