The white-eyed old man sitting in the westernmost part chuckled: "Old eight, don't take it lightly, the news from the cities of the Xuanhuo Domain a month ago is that there are tens of thousands of people, if they are tossed, we will have to work harder in the end." ”

"How much effort?haha......" The ring-eyed old man touched the dazzling red sun embroidered on his chest and laughed wildly: "Fourth brother, I'll make a bet with you, as long as those dog minions see a few of us appearing, they will immediately disperse, do you believe it or not?"

His words made the other old men smile smugly, and the white-eyed old man raised his cup and took a sip: "Have you forgotten?" I heard that Cai Zhixu is already in the realm of incarnation, and the few people we sent to kill that Gongye Yang last time should have died at his hands." ”

"Cai Zhixu, isn't it the dog that used to be under Hui'er's hands?" The ring-eyed old man sneered lightly with a nonchalant face, and the cup in his hand melted silently into a ball of silver light and rolled back and forth in his palm: "I don't need you to make a move, I can kill him alone." ”

He shook his hand, and a white light shot out from among the people, flying sideways against the face of the shirtless old man who was patiently receiving the sap and submerged into the thick trunk. A stream of juice gushed out along the deep hole the size of a fist, and the shirtless old man hurriedly raised the silver pot in his hand, and in a moment it was already full.

"How fast is this?Old man Gan, you are also a yin and yang cultivator, and you are still clumsy to do such a small job, so you have to let the eighth master and me come by myself?"

"The spring god tree can draw sweet springs from the ground for people to drink, and every time we cut a small hole to get some juice, and then close the bark, it will grow on its own. It's really fast for the eighth master to get water like this, but that spring divine tree will die soon, and there will be no more drinks in the future......"

"Hahaha......" The ring-eyed old man laughed for a while before reaching out to take the silver cup he handed over: "Old man Gan, your head is also a stone?

The only water source deep wells in the Xuanhuo Domain were firmly occupied by the major sects, and the seemingly ordinary Spring Divine Wood was very important to the ordinary people of the Burning Body Clan. Although the shirtless old man, who had regarded these giant trees as gods since he was a child, was dissatisfied in his heart, he did not dare to refute it, and hurriedly ran to catch it after emptying the juice in the pot.

"Such a dead brain, it's strange if you don't be a slave for a lifetime......" The ring-eyed old man was about to say more, when a tall and strong man who was also shirtless strode in from outside the woods and bowed: "Several elders, we have been waiting outside for a day and a night, can you let the brothers find a cool place to rest first......

"How long has it been? Aren't we all waiting?" an old man with triangular eyes screamed, "If those bandits happen to be coming, do you want a few of us to go and throw oil and set off crossbows?"

The naked man didn't dare to say any more, so he saluted and turned around and ran out of the woods. Seeing his dejected appearance from afar, the hundreds of shirtless guards standing in the woods sighed in disappointment.

"Go back, everyone, and let the brothers wait. Hundreds of guards agreed in unison to step back, hurrying into a dense queue of tens of thousands of people farther away.

They walked through more than a thousand carts full of oil drums and huge ballistas, and shouted encouragement to the soldiers with chapped lips: "Lift your spirits, and we will go back after this battle." ”

As if they couldn't see the hundreds of Red Sun City elders hiding under the canopy on the other side, tens of thousands of soldiers put away their tired faces and puffed out their chests in unison, they clenched their blades and crossbow arrows under the scorching sun, buckled the cart ropes and waited intently.

This is the only way to the Burning Body City, and after learning the news that the Burning Body Clan gathered in Sifang City to return to their hometown, Chiri City sent more than 100 elders with tens of thousands of guards from the outer city to intercept and kill. In order to defeat the enemy in one fell swoop, the five elders of the Red Sun, who had reached the realm of incarnation, also poured out.

Under the scorching sun, the scenery in front of them seemed to be slightly distorted by the intense heat rising from the ground, and although the guards had dry mouths, they were so engrossed that they didn't even raise their hands to cover the shade.

Hearing the neat call from the guard team in the distance, the white-eyed old man in the forest raised the luscious tree sap and drank it: "Wait for those people to come, let them fight for a while, and then let's go out and clean up the mess." ”

"Dog eats dog, it doesn't matter how many people die, the more they hate each other, the more effort we have, these years they have too little infighting, otherwise where did this matter come from?"

Those guards were all Burning Clansmen who lived in the outer city, and most of the battles over the years had been fought head-on by them, and the elders sent by Red Sun City only had to deal with them from the sidelines, and they were hardly injured.

A rush of horns sounded, and a smug smile appeared on the faces of the five elders of the Red Sun. After this bloody battle, the cultivators of the Burning Body Clan will inevitably suffer a great loss of vitality, and it will be beneficial to them and harmless.

But they didn't hear the expected shouts of killing, and the loud horns suddenly fell silent as if their throats had been cut. There was a faint noise of people in the north, and the ground beneath his feet was trembling slightly.

"What's going on...... "The old man with the ring of eyes jumped up first and looked north through the trees overhead. Hearing that as soon as he went out, there was no sound in his mouth, and the other four old men all felt strange, put down the wine glass in their hands and followed at the same time.

"Eighth Brother ......" The ring-eyed old man stood in the air against the scorching sun, his eyes straight and ignored the calls of several brothers, seeing that he had never met an enemy but his body trembled, and the four old men looked at him and suddenly fell silent.

A faint black line appeared along the end of the plain in the distance, and in the blink of an eye it had turned into a black sea, and the wide road ahead could not accommodate this mighty torrent at all, and as far as the eye could see, everything on the ground was instantly submerged by the surging crowd.

There are millions of people in this procession that stretches for more than ten miles, and countless faces full of confident smiles are becoming more and more recognizable. They were all chatting with each other as if no one was around, obviously not paying attention to the small formation in front of them at all.

A tall dark golden beast shook its head and waged its tail and carried a young man in front, and a black lotus flower floated behind the left of the giant beast, and on the lotus stood a pair of middle-aged men and women with good looks snuggling up to each other and following closely.

An old man with a cloak of hair walked in the air, talking and laughing with the young man, and a tall cultivator wearing dark red armor who couldn't see his face clearly, kept a distance from them in the light of the fire.

The old-looking Gong Yeyang and Cai Zhixu walked side by side, pointing in the direction of the Burning Body City in front of them and letting out bursts of hearty laughter, and from time to time they talked to an old man with white hair and another cultivator in a brilliant red robe.

What was amazing was that less than half of the total number of Burning Body Cultivators in this team had different descriptions, and the rest were ordinary people in ragged clothes, carrying large bags and small bags on their shoulders, smiling as if they had encountered some grand event.

Seeing the patches of spring sacred trees in front of them, hundreds of people shouted like heaven to the sky, and they skillfully took out the short knife skin sac, approached the incision to receive water, and then carefully closed the bark.

Compared to these millions of people, the guards of Red Sun City who were in full battle were as small as drops in the sea. No one gave the order to attack, and seeing that the two teams were about to stagger, the dazed and helpless guards turned sideways to get out of the way.

The five elders of the Red Sun were all proficient in the fire method, but at this moment, they all felt cold under the scorching sun above their heads, and under the tremendous pressure of hundreds of thousands of cultivators, they couldn't even raise the courage to raise their voices and ask questions.

Lowering his head and seeing the shirtless old servant Ganshi below helping those people cut the bark of the tree, the five elders of the Red Sun, who were usually high up, did not react. They watched it all until the crowd finally faded away.

"A few elders......" The five elders of the Red Sun, who were a little frightened, heard the shouts in the distance, turned around and almost fell from mid-air. The tens of thousands of guards from the outer city who were still in a neat lineup just now had all disappeared, and if it weren't for the more than 1,000 carts whose ropes were still swaying in the wind, almost no one would have believed that they had ever come.

"...... they're all running along...... , Fourth brother, what should we do?Do you want to go back quickly, if they go to Chiri City, won't we ......" The white-eyed old man ignored his eighth brother, he waved to the panicked more than 100 elders over there, and then landed first.

Seeing them slowly walking in the direction of Chiri City, an elder looked back at the projection carts and asked in a low voice, "Fourth Elder, what should we do with those projection carts?"

"Can't you see? They don't want to go to war with us. The white-eyed old man's voice was full of tiredness: "If you really want to do it, even if those things are doubled, can we stop it?"

In the middle of the night, the Burning City, which was full of ruins and ruins, had long since fallen silent. In a quaint and magnificent dark hall, a faint figure walked slowly around a huge round table, and he stretched out his fingers to caress over the beautifully carved flame runes on the dark red tabletop, sighing faintly with remembrance.

"Gongye, can't you old boy sleep?" An old man with white hair hanging down his shoulders came in sideways from the half-covered temple door, shook his hand and threw out two fires and landed in the brazier next to him, and the dusty hall immediately became clearer.

Gong Yeyang, who was full of wrinkles, didn't even reply: "Aren't you the same?" I guess the kid in the red robe is coming soon...... Before he finished speaking, the black shadow in the hall shook, and an old man in the red robe appeared silently at the round table.

"I remember when I was a child, we always made an appointment to secretly go to the Holy Fire Temple to play at this time. It's been decades since I've been back to Burning City, and it looks like you two haven't forgotten about it. ”

"At that time, although we were small, we were able to stand in a full circle at this table, alas......" The white-haired old man looked at the empty hall and whispered, "Now that there are only three of us left, will they come back often to see ......"

Recalling the lively scene in the hall when they were young, the three old men sighed in unison and were silent. The white-haired old man Yan Haoshou is a child of the Yan family in the Burning Body Clan, he has a different physique since he was a child, and his gray hair is called Yan Haoshou by his companions, and the red-robed old man Qi Hong has always been called Qi Hongpao by them.

Like Gongyeyang, all of their relatives died in the series of battles against Chiri City, and the whereabouts of these two people were unknown decades ago and there has been no news of them, but they both appeared after this incident.

"Gongye, I have always wondered, we have never seen a little hope in all those years of bloody fighting, why did this incident go so smoothly? How did you find such a powerful help and come up with this good way?"

Gong Yeyang shook his head lightly: "Originally, I felt that there was little hope like you, and I just wanted to fight again, and I had to die a little loud, but I really chose the right person......

When they came out of Sifang City, Zhang Zhao was followed by more than 10,000 cultivators, most of whom were mediocre in cultivation. When passing through the town on the way, Zhang Zhao asked them to persuade the Burning Body Clansmen in the city to work together to silently confront the merchants of the various sects.

This superficially weak and useless method is indeed extremely useful, and once all the Burning Body Clansmen in a certain town have put down their work, even the toughest sect merchants will quickly succumb. With the success of time and time again, the Burners everywhere began to realize that this way of not moving a knife or a shot was the most powerful.

Almost all of the people who do all kinds of miscellaneous work in the cities of the Xuanhuo Domain are Burning Bodymen, and it seems that it doesn't matter if they are quarrying stones, fetching water, hunting, farming, serving tea, cooking, cleaning and carrying on weekdays, but when they all stop working, no town can continue to operate normally.

There was no need to draw their swords against each other, the suzerains and merchants of the cities came forward to negotiate, and even the occasional hardliners could not withstand the huge pressure from the rest of the parties. They took the initiative to maximize the courtesy salary, and their attitude of humility surprised the Burners who had been bent down for many years.

They finally understood that true resistance did not have to be decapitated and bloodied, as long as they simply stayed at home and did not work like their companions, those rich merchants and cultivators of various sects could not bear it.

In this way, it is not that the Burning Body Clan needs their care and love, but that their food, clothing, housing and transportation are inseparable from these cheap slaves who are usually regarded as ants. As more and more Burners understood this, everything began to get simpler.

The cultivators and hundreds of people from all over the country who got the news enthusiastically joined, and the rapid growth of the team behind Zhang Zhao made everyone feel unbelievable, those incognito orphans of the family all appeared, and Yan Haoshou and Qi Hongpao, who had broken the realm of incarnation, unexpectedly reunited with Gongye Yang in this situation.

"Do you see Ding Laoba's appearance? Even his fiery temper is too frightened to speak. Qi Hongpao couldn't help laughing: "I really wanted to compete with the Ding family again, but I can see the expressions on the faces of several of their old guys, which is really more enjoyable than killing them." ”

"By the way, where did the caravans that have been following us come from?" At this time, there were no outsiders present, Yan Haoshou said the question in his heart, and Gongye Yang did not hide it: "Wanbaozhai and the people of the Mo family, all this was discussed by the two young people, I can't think of it." ”

(End of chapter)