When Han Yexing woke up again, he opened his eyes and saw the hunting banner of the Xunzi battalion. The familiar eyes all looked at him with concern, making him think he was dreaming.

He pinched his thighs vigorously and realized that nothing in front of him was a dream.

Because it really hurts!

"Big brother, you're finally awake, scared to death. A familiar voice rang in the ears of the cold night walker, and finally pulled him back into reality.

"I'm not dead yet!?"

"Haha, Xiao Xingzi, how could you die!" The one who spoke was a brother of Xunzi Zhan, who was also a spirit refiner with the army: "Your injury is not a big deal, but I didn't expect that I haven't seen you for more than two months, but your kid has taken a big step forward in this way of spirit refining, and in the future, we old guys are afraid that we won't even be able to catch up with your back." ”

Han Yexing finally saw the person who spoke clearly, and exclaimed, "Lao Luo, it's really you—"

That old Luo chuckled: "Of course it's me, we got the news here, and General Chuanshi will immediately let the army go first." We hurried and hurried, and finally arrived when you couldn't hold it anymore. The Yaksha Spirit King was dumpled by our Synergy Array, and except for the 30,000 people who surrendered, there was not a single one left, and all of them were killed by us on the spot. It's just that the Yaksha Spirit King was cunning and let him escape alone. However, he was heavily injured under the siege of the two lieutenant generals Wang and Liu, and his cultivation was completely lost, and even if he escaped, he couldn't make much waves. ”

"Kill them all!?" "What about General Shi, He Shi, and Captain Changtian?"

Lao Luo's face was gloomy for a while: "The 20,000 vanguard troops of our Xunzi Battalion ...... From General Shi to below...... All killed......"

Han Yexing actually knew the answer in his heart, but when these words came out of Lao Luo's mouth, he couldn't help but cry out, and tears rained down for a while, and the depression that had been holding in his heart was finally released.

"Alas, cry, Xiao Xingzi, it's okay if you cry. There are immortals in this war. General Wang, he died a worthy and heroic death. Lao Luo patted Han Yexing's shoulder and comforted him: "You should rest well, General Chuanshi will arrive here at night, and a memorial service will be held for all the dead heroes here." This man can't be resurrected, so let's send them off together. ”

After this burst of crying, my mood slowly recovered. He slowly put away his tears and said to Lao Luo: "Thank you!"

Lao Luo's expression eased a lot when he saw the cold night walk, and he immediately laughed: "You and I are both life and death brothers of Xunzi Camp, what do you say." If you want to thank this little girl, you can survive, thanks to her. Now that your body is fine, you can rest here. There is still a requiem ceremony tonight, this requiem tower has not yet been built, I will go to take a hand, and then you will be invited to preside over this requiem ceremony. ”

As he spoke, the old man had already gone out, and for a while, there were only two people left in the entire room, Cold Night Walking and Red Wuyan. Han Yexing saw that this little girl was looking at her with a concerned face, but when she saw herself staring at her, she seemed to have done something wrong, and twisted the corners of her clothes.

She asked a little timidly, "Brother Nightwalker, you won't blame me, will you?"

A wry smile appeared on the face of the cold night walker: "Let it all pass." I've heard that your Cloud Shadow Plane has been a source of slaves since it was colonized by this Blue Spirit. How did you come to Zixuan and become the leader of this oasis again?"

Red Flameless's little face showed a hint of confusion, and he still replied a little timidly, "Cloud Shadow Plane...... I don't remember what it looked like. For as long as I can remember, I've been living in a small boat adrift on the Stygian Sea...... I was raised by the traffickers who sold us. A few months ago, I was sent to the market of the Wind and Moon Forest by slave traders to be auctioned, and then I came to the Zixuan ...... in a daze."

Han Yexing listened to Hong Wuyan reminiscing about his past, lost his mind for a while, and only said softly after a long time: "You have not suffered hardship along the way, do you remember who you brought to Zixuanren?"

There was a hint of horror on Hong Wuyan's face, but when he saw the face of the cold night walker, he calmed down again: "Human traffickers use whips and people use soldering irons to print seeds on their bodies, only if I am obedient can I have food and survive." As for how I came to Zixuan, I can't remember exactly. I just remember that after being auctioned off, the man always gave me a strange kind of meat, and after eating it, I wanted to sleep. Eat all the way, sleep all the way, and then go to Zixuan. Later, after coming to this wasteland, although he was pumping my blood every day, Patriarch Zhang was very good to me, so ......"

After a long silence, he sighed softly: "Alas, in the end, you and I are just poor people. What is the matter with this formation you laid out? Do you remember what the person who taught you to set up the formation looked like? Is this person the master of the Yuanmo Alliance?"

Hong Wuyan pondered for a while before shaking his head in confusion: "I don't know if the person who taught me to set up the formation is the master of the Yuanmo Alliance, that person is very fierce, and his face is covered every time he meets." Then they gave me two more drawings, and he said that as long as I followed the instructions on the drawings, I would have meat to eat...... Big brother, I'm scared. ”

Han Yexing thought for a while and continued to ask, "Are those two drawings you secretly stuffed into my arms?"

A look of horror appeared on Red Wuyan's face: "Big brother, didn't you faint at that time? How would you know......

Han Yexing did faint to death at that time, but all this was seen by Feng Xiluo in his spiritual platform. Afterwards, Han Yexing communicated with Feng Xiluo, and naturally knew all this. And since the capture of this red flameless, Han Yexing has been secretly guarding against this little girl. Even during this conversation, the spiritual eye on his forehead had been watching her closely.

This little girl didn't lie, the frost aura on her body was indeed stimulated by someone with medicine, and someone planted a soul-calming needle in the spiritual sea. This weapon originally used to deal with the spirit hunters has also been used by the traffickers of the Wind and Moon Forest to control the slave, no matter how much the slave cultivates to the sky, as long as the master thinks as he wants, he can let the slave die without a place to be buried.

Since this frost aura was broken by the cold night walk, the soul suppressing needle in her spiritual sea was also removed by him. Although it was a cold night walk that injured her a lot by seizing control of this spirit array, it was actually equivalent to saving her and giving her freedom. And she didn't have this frost aura, and she had already become an ordinary girl, and there was not much danger, so Han Yexing dared to take her with her all the time.

As for the two layout blueprints, although he hadn't looked at them carefully, he secretly investigated them and found that they were indeed true. After that, he only needed to follow the map to find out these spirit array oases hidden in the Wind Breath Wasteland one by one, and eliminate them at a fixed point, then the Yuanmo Alliance, which had been hidden in the shadows, would be tantamount to losing their greatest support, and it was only a matter of time before they were defeated.

It's just that I don't know why, but I still feel a little uneasy about these two drawings. He wanted to continue to ask about it, but seeing the little girl's dazed and frightened face, he couldn't bear to ask any more. He patted her head gently and comforted her softly: "Don't be afraid, if you don't remember, you won't remember." Now that we've all survived, let's live well. ”

When Hong Wuyan heard this, his eyes immediately lit up, and his face showed a virgin smile that was unique to a little girl: "That's right, I know that only the big brother in this world is really good to me, since we are all alive, then we must live well." ”

There was nothing to say for a while, and it was still some time for General Kawaishi to come here. But Lao Luo had already sent someone to invite him, and this requiem ceremony was all ready, just waiting for him to start it before he went to the cold night.

The time is already night, the moon and stars are scarce, and on the grassland of the oasis, the spirit refiners of the Xunzi army have built eight tall requiem spirit towers on the tower above the spirit lake that has dried up to the bottom. And under this spiritual pagoda, the corpses of hundreds of thousands of people are all placed in this great array.

Some of them are refugees from this oasis, some are warriors of different races in the Cold Mountains, soldiers from the Xuzi Battalion, remnants of the Purple Lotus Sect, and the warriors of their Xunzi Battalion. All of them were trapped in this requiem array one by one, until they formed a tower-like mountain of corpses.

Looking at these corpses, Han Yexing couldn't help but recall the scene in Xunyang City, he remembered that he met Feng Xiluo in such a requiem array, met Lin Yuanjue, and unexpectedly embarked on the path of spiritual cultivation. Now it's the same mountain of corpses, the same requiem ritual. Although the place is different, the time is different, but the circumstances are not different.

Perhaps the only difference was that their Xunzi Battalion was in a desperate situation at that time, and it was in the hub of the million Purple Lotus army. And now, the world has changed, and the identities have been changed. They became hunters, and he went from being an ordinary person who had no ability to resist to a requiem who overlived the souls.

On the grassland, tens of thousands of Xunzi troops all gathered around this requiem array and saluted, and the atmosphere was very quiet. Since this team followed Xunchuan Shi from Xunyang City to this windy wasteland all the way to this windy wasteland in recent years, the number of people has expanded from 50,000 at the beginning to more than 100,000 now.

Some of these new fighters were enemy troops who had surrendered, and some were stragglers who had been recruited by General Kawaishi. But without exception, as long as you enter the furnace of Xunzi Camp, you will naturally be contaminated with a temperament. This is the kind of temperament that is mixed with compassion and murder, tenacity and enterprising, forbearance and pioneering, which is also the temperament that Xunchuan Shi has.

Seeing the arrival of the cold night, the warriors made way for him.

This oasis in the middle of the desert is undoubtedly the eye of the storm above this stormy wilderness these days, attracting everyone's attention. Although the treacherous clouds in it are not inhumane, in terms of the final result, this small oasis is undoubtedly a flesh and blood grinding plate, which has devoured the lives of countless people in the strangulation layer after layer. Although the leader of the Abyss Mo Alliance is still hidden in the shadows, it is not an exaggeration to say that this battle is a crucial battle in the Wind Breath Wasteland.

However, on this flesh and blood mill where various forces strangled each other, there was only one person who survived in the end - this Chuan Shi General nicknamed Xiao Xing's accompanying spirit refiner, and the only genius spiritual cultivator who broke the boundary between sealing spirits and refining spirits-Han Yexing, which had to make people respectful.

Everyone knows that the key to victory or defeat in this battle is all on this soul refiner who is too young to be younger. If it weren't for the fact that he had found this strange array spirit and broken this spirit array, then their Xunzi Battalion would not have been able to reach the heavens, and they would not have been able to gather and annihilate the 100,000 troops of this Yaksha Spirit King in this vast and boundless Wind Breath Wasteland, let alone fundamentally damage this Abyss Mo Alliance.

Han Yexing climbed to the top of the highest spiritual pagoda in the Requiem Array, and looked deeply at the corpse under this tower: "No matter who you are, whether you are a friend, an enemy, a refugee, or my brother, Xiao Xingzi has come to see you off for the last time......