"Find food, heal, rest, get back to your best, and we'll get out!"

"Killing one is enough, killing two is earning!"

The surviving prisoners agreed, and the search began, but they didn't realize that they had begun to weep and that their bodies had begun to stiffen...

And this is a sign of the sad and crisp breeze.

This poison is colorless and tasteless, and this group of prisoners of war doesn't even know it!

...

"I've just entered the mystery... It was just for revenge, so I was impulsive. On weekdays, it is still necessary to develop in a low-key manner... Yes, low-key, low-key is king. ”

Xia Ji came out of the Shadow School Palace, and he still had the "Mountain Character Sutra" in his arms that he had scavenged after destroying the door, and he was secretly thinking in his heart.

Outside the Xue Palace, Yan Xiong, one of Wei Yan's famous generals, was waiting in battle, and then he only saw a light passing by...

There's no then.

I can't even see anyone, so I'm hairy.

Xia Ji stepped into the palace of Yan Kingdom, and the palace was in the early dynasty.

The exotic regent shot into it like a photoelectric light, directly grabbed the Yan King and threw it aside, and sat on the dragon chair himself, overlooking the foreign officials under the palace.

This group of magnates of the Yan Kingdom all looked like they had seen a ghost.

The low-key Xia Ji said lightly: "I don't want to cause more trouble, I'm just here to tell you, release all the prisoners of war of my Wei State, and then send them to the Wei-Yan border, and I will naturally send troops to hand over." ”

King Yan is an old man, after all, he is the same age as King Wei, and he is only a few years away from being grounded, he didn't get angry, he just squinted at this young man, and his heart moved: "You are the regent of Wei State, the original holy son, Gong Jiu?"

The regent said in a deep voice: "I'm not Miyajiu. ”

King Yan looked at this young man quietly, although he was extremely brutal, but he could become a king, and naturally had qualified analytical ability.

A flurry of information began to flash back in my head.

The envoy of the Giant Ink Palace visited Bikong Mountain, invited the Holy Son, and had a very happy conversation.

It took a lot of money to get a letter that read "Seventh Ancient Secret Realm" from the faction in charge of Yan Kingdom affairs in Jumo Palace.

The shadow school palace Dusk Mountain Shadow secretly told himself that the two Xuans of the Wei State were dead, and he took the first step and went to the Wei State to destroy the Holy Gate.

And then...

The screams of the disciples of the Shadow Academy came from the Shadow Academy, and the entire area was shrouded in blood mist.

The ancestor of the school palace was exhausted, entered the school palace, and never returned.

The regent suddenly appeared in his palace, looking like a pillbox, and ordered himself to escort the prisoners of war back.

King Yan sat on the ground, he was majestic, he had also fought in the east and west when he was young, and when he was thinking, suddenly a military attache among the hundred officials looked cold, frowned, clenched his fists, and his pupils flashed with tyranny, and he hurriedly took a step.

But the military attache only took a step.

King Yan raised his hand and signaled him to forbid him.

Then, King Yan raised his head, he obviously had a guess, and said with a wry smile: "The hero is a young man, this king has recognized it, all prisoners of war should be released as soon as the winter is over, and when the ice and snow melt, they will be escorted to the border of Yan and Wei immediately."

As soon as the Wei State has a monarch, my Yan State will never invade.

It's just that this king also needs to remind you that Tongxuan also has Tongxuan's rules, whether it is you, or the strength behind you, it is naturally extraordinary, and transcendent should no longer be troubled by the mortal world..."

Xia Ji nodded, and casually threw out a life-and-death sword.

But this time, Xuan Qi turned back and could not enter the body of the person in front of him.

Instead, there was a strange dragon groan.

The Son of Heaven, inheriting the destiny of heaven, is blessed by the dragon's energy.

Xia Ji had also lived with the curses of the underworld and knew some secrets, so he was casually thrown into the bodies of the hundred officials of the Yan Kingdom, and bought the seeds in the bodies of these high-ranking officials.

After doing all this, he stepped out, and his figure disappeared in the palace of Yan Kingdom in an instant.

He came and went like light, like a god like a demon.

It's unimaginable to the mundane magnates.

The unofficial generals all crowded to the center of the main hall, their eyes following the direction of the young man's departure.

Only King Yan trembled and held the dragon chair, sat back down, and then sighed.

Yan State, defeated.

...

After doing all this, Xia Ji began to return.

Those POWs would soon find out that they had been poisoned.

Then, when they are desperate and waiting for death, they will find that the soldiers of the Yan State will kindly offer the antidote, and then wait until the beginning of spring and escort them back to China in a friendly manner, and tell them that "with the regent in one day, the Yan State will never set foot in the Wei realm again."

Then...

It is not difficult to imagine how the hearts of the prisoners of war should be shaken and shocked.

However, this is just a trivial matter for the regent.

Return to the Holy Gate.

Blue Moon, the Beast Girl, and the Yaksha are picking up the pieces, planning to re-select the new Sacred Gate cadres.

And the new Son was not among them.

Xia Ji didn't tell anyone that he was coming back, except for the mundane disturbances, a few words and a few painless greetings, what was there?

After a little searching, he knew where the person he was looking for was.

Walk through the snow.

in the eyes.

Wind and snow in the long pavilion.

The young man with a tiger's back was sitting alone in the withered leaf pavilion.

Just as he once liked to sit in the Cloud Heart Pavilion, Pang Jing liked to sit in the Dead Leaf Pavilion.

He was just sitting, his eyes still covered with a white cloth, obviously the sequelae left by the previous struggle against Tongxuan, and now he is still recovering.

Cross-legged to the wind to the north, with two knives in front of him, a giant knife of the king slayer, and a sharp blade that flashes cold light and is easy to slash.

The wind and snow fluttered slightly with the tight white cloth.

"You're here. ”

Pang Jing was obviously very familiar with this former enemy and his best friend after that, and he could sense it even if there was no footsteps.

That's what friends are.

Xia Ji put the "Mountain Character Sutra" on the stone slab in front of him, and said lightly: "I destroyed the inheritance of the Holy Gate, and now I will return a copy, you can take it." ”

The "blind" young man touched it forward, grabbed the human skin tightly, and asked in a deep voice, "New Xuanfa?"

Xia Ji said: "Mountain Character Sutra." ”

Pang was shocked: "The Shadow Palace's palace mysticism?"

Xia Ji stopped talking.

Pang Jing's voice trembled: "You... You really put the Shadow Academy..."

No matter how imaginative he was, he couldn't easily say what was going on.

Xia Ji said softly: "I have drawn an end to this nearly thousand-year-old feud, and there is no one alive in the School Palace.

In the future, if there is a Tongxuan return, there is no need to be afraid, there are still high-level people in the Holy Gate, and there is still me. ”

Pang was silent and said calmly: "I'm getting farther and farther away from you." ”

He was frank, honest and didn't make any excuses.

It's not as good as it, and if it's far away, it's far away.

People at different levels just can't become real brothers, and no matter how hard the two sides try, there will eventually be obstacles that can't be compatible.

Pang suddenly asked, "Are you leaving?"

Xia Ji responded, he was leaving, but before he could take a step, a bold voice came from behind him.

That was the voice of the new Son.

"When I'm done, I'll look for you to drink!"

A sentence fell, and there was a sound on the ground, as if it were an agreement.