The man on the cloud coughed and continued: "Everyone carried as much food as possible, and they drove the mules and horses to the bottom of the mountain, and then abandoned the mules and horses and carried their bags to the snowy mountain.

The brave deserves to be called a brave man, he walked in the first place, led the team, and split the wind and snow like a sharp knife.

Seeing that the brave man was so brave, everyone believed his words and followed with confidence, no one knew that the brave man had never climbed to the top of the mountain.

The wind and snow were raging, and some of the timid people climbed halfway and left, and the rest of the people, seeing that the food was getting less and less, asked the brave man with anxiety, how long would it take to reach the top of the snowy mountain?

The warrior's answer is always coming, coming soon.

The simple villagers chose to believe him and walked with him until the first deceased appeared.

Food is getting scarcer and the environment is getting worse and worse, and a frail old man finally did not resist this blizzard day, and slept forever in this cold and raging snow.

This was undoubtedly a huge shock to all the survivors, only the brave man was unmoved, and he seemed to have expected this.

"Only the strong deserve wealth," said the brave and the villagers.

He used his lifespan, the appearance of the mountain god, and his endless wealth to make up lies, stabilize the villagers, and move on.

After a while, everyone's food was exhausted, and no one had the idea of going down the mountain. The reason is simple, there is not enough food to support them down the mountain. Now they can only hope for the words of the warriors, hoping to climb to the top of the mountain as soon as possible, receive the blessing of the mountain god, and have a hundred years of life, so they are not afraid of death.

The dry food they carried was exhausted, and in the snowstorm, people died in various accidents every day.

The brave and the village chief buried them briefly, made tombstones, and prepared to take their bodies down the mountain for burial after meeting the mountain god.

The line is getting shorter and shorter, but the top of the snow-capped mountain that pierces the sky is getting closer.

After overcoming all kinds of incredible hardships, in the end, only the village chief and the brave man reached the top of the mountain.

The brave and the village chief climbed to the highest point of the snow-capped mountain, and looked out, on the other side of the wind and snow, there was a bottomless abyss.

There is no mountain god in this world, it is just a legend, the desperate village chief fell to the ground, he was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to quarrel with the brave, he just asked the brave man word by word, "Why do you lie? Why do you lie? Do you know how many people have been buried in the snowy mountains forever because of one of your lies!"

The corners of the brave man's mouth rose slightly, and while taking out the dagger that had been prepared, he leaned on the village chief's ear and said, "I have never been to the top of the snowy mountain, and I invite you to come with me because only in this way can I leave a way back for myself." ”

After the brave man killed the village chief, he packed a meal and then returned the same way.

Every dead villager is the ration of the brave, and every tombstone is a sign for the brave.

It was with the help of these villagers that the brave man was able to walk out of the snow-capped mountain alive.

In fact, from the very beginning, he was prepared, and after the last person around him died, he immediately returned, because at this time, his rations were exhausted!"

The woman looked at the people on the clouds and smiled. The people on the clouds only felt that at that moment, she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

The man on the clouds said, "People in the world are always like this, for the greed of their hearts, they can pay for their lives. People with a heart have insight into the weaknesses of human nature, use all available resources, and step on the white bones to achieve themselves. ”

But what you get is nothing. Didn't the warriors get nothing in the end?" said the woman.

The cloud man shook his head and said, "It's different, it's different." He stood at the top and saw a landscape that no one else could see in his life. After saying that, he got up and looked at the woman and said, "It's been a long time, and I don't know your name." ”

"Qiao Youling" The woman gently spit out three words.

After hearing this, the corners of the cloud's mouth were full of smiles. Said softly: "It's good, then I'll go first." I hope, if I could, I would call you Spirit again. ”

The woman still didn't speak, just nodded. The man on the cloud looked at it and nodded. The joy in my heart can't be stopped. It's all in plain sight.

The man on the cloud turned to leave. This moment is the happiest for him. There is nothing in the world like this moment.

Qiao Youling looked at his distant back. A faint smile curls into the corners of his mouth. This smile has dusted everything, and at this moment she is the most beautiful in the world. It's a pity that no one saw it at this moment.

........................

Three days later......

The wind and sand in Xunyang Pass have all receded. Great Xia began to gather forces and prepare to begin the siege.

The four of Zixi had woken up yesterday, and their injuries had improved. But this time the injury was too serious, and it only saved his life. As for cultivation, it is not possible to play 12/12.

When the four of them learned the news of Captain Guan's death in battle, they were all sad. Fortunately, there was a strong wind that day, otherwise today's Xunyang Pass would have ceased to exist. And the four of them probably died in their sleep.

Now that the wind had receded, the Great Xia army had begun to prepare for the charge again. Zixi and the others immediately gathered their 150,000 soldiers and began to deploy defenses.

The only remaining breeze blew up the sand and dust of the Northern Desert, and the cruelty of the battlefield a few days ago was blown away by the strong wind. As if it had never happened.

At this time, the Northern Desert was particularly bleak. The 300,000 Great Xia army gathered and began the pace of siege.

Ma Xiao was shining with golden light, and the soldiers were busy fighting, and the mountains became bloody. The white reeds are black, the wolf smoke is galloping, life and death are snapping at the fingertips, merit and demerit are not concerned, and it is rare to see a man return.

This battle was tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg, and the only four Extreme Creation Realm masters in Great Qin were seriously injured. Donghua Pavilion was almost completely wiped out. And the Great Xia martial arts masters lost some medium and low combat power. There is no loss of high-end combat power.

With such a big disparity, if the masters of the Extreme Realm join forces, they will be able to break through Xunyang Pass in an instant.

Zixi, as strong as the wind, the two brothers of the Wang family, Xie Tiannan and Xueyue led 120,000 soldiers to rush out of Xunyang Pass. For now, there is only one last battle. With people fighting hard, it's a big deal to let the corpses of these 120,000 soldiers cast another wall of corpses.

In any case, not an inch of Daqin's land can be lost. The Divine Arrow Army began to release arrows at Xunyang Pass. Feathered arrows are overwhelming. Dense, the cold light flashing from the arrows makes people chill.

The army of Great Xia was not afraid at all, and only charged. Seeing the loss of the Great Xia army, the opponent's Extreme Creation Realm master stopped the rain of arrows but did not attack.

The masters of the Martial Dao Extreme Realm have their own dignity, and they don't bother to deal with ants. What's more, with the restrictions of the Heavenly Dao, it is not good for them to slaughter too many ordinary people with too many shots.

If it weren't for that, Xunyang Pass, overnight, would have been broken. 120,000 people, trying to block the eighteen masters of the Extreme Realm, is tantamount to a fool's dream.