Listening to Gu Fenghua's words, everyone's expressions became extremely solemn. The reason why they changed the route of their return trip was to take a shortcut to save time, and the other was to avoid Lu Aochen's interception and killing-they had fought in the Netherworld Sand Sea, and Lu Aochen knew their strength very well, and it was impossible for them to return to Xinghua Kingdom easily.

But he didn't expect that even if they crossed the Gobi, Lu Aochen was still on guard. In this way, if they want to return to Xinghua Kingdom, I am afraid it will be a hundred times more difficult than they imagined.

"The Northern Desert Country and the Xinghua Country are separated by thousands of rivers and mountains, Lu Aochen stretched out one hand to the Xinghua Kingdom, but the other hand reached the Northern Desert Country, this is unlikely, right?" Lorne said. It's not so much doubting Gu Fenghua's speculation, but it's more appropriate to comfort yourself.

Unfortunately, her self-soothing didn't help.

"Killed, killed!" As soon as the words fell, a panicked shout sounded outside the courtyard.

Then, there was a sound of gongs and drums, and the city that had been silent before as if it had fallen into a deep sleep immediately woke up, and the alarm bell rang on the city tower, and a dense sound of horses' hooves came, and thousands of border soldiers in full armor rode their war horses and rushed to the inn with murderous spirit.

"Dare to kill people in Pingsha Pass, it is clear that he doesn't take me Feng Modi in his eyes, catch them, and don't let any of them go!" When a large group of heavily armored cavalry came to the outside of the inn, a middle-aged general with a rough face roared loudly.

This general is none other than Feng Modi, the general of Pingsha Pass, Gu Fenghua and others had heard of his name when they entered the city, and knew that he was not only an ordinary border guard general, but also one of the famous powerhouses in the Northern Desert Country.

As soon as Feng Modi's words fell, the soldiers under his command pointed their spears and prepared to charge. The courtyard wall of this inn seems to be strong, but it can't withstand an impact from this ironclad border army at all.

"Wait, we are the Holy Cultivator of the Xinghua Temple, there is some misunderstanding in this matter!" Fang Tianyou jumped onto the wall and shouted at Feng Modi.

In the Heavenly Extreme Continent, the status of the Holy Master was already lofty, and the status of the Holy Cultivator of the Temple was even more transcendent, and he believed that as long as he declared his identity, the other party would never dare to act rashly. This time, though, he clearly miscalculated.

"Hmph, you want to use the name of the temple to suppress me Feng Modi, dreaming! If you dare to kill people in my Pingsha Pass, you can't do it, kill me! Feng Modi didn't give him a chance to explain at all, and waved his hand. Hundreds of long arrows streaked across the night sky and shot towards Fang Tianyou's chest.

How can he say that he is also a master of the dignified Soul Saint Realm, how can he be easily shot by ordinary bows and arrows, Fang Tianyou didn't pay much attention to these arrows, and while waving his long sword, he laid down a Dao Holy Qi defense in front of him, and shouted: "Don't be in a hurry, listen to ......me first."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a series of crisp sounds, and one after another the black arrows slammed into the blade of his sword, blooming in the night, like fireworks in full bloom.

If it was just one arrow, hundreds of arrows poured out like raindrops, even if Fang Tianyou already had the cultivation of the four grades of the Soul Saint, he was still shocked to the point that his wrist was numb, and the long sword also deviated, revealing the emptiness in his chest. The sound of the bowstring trembling was incessant, and hundreds of arrows came one after another, shooting straight through the empty space towards his mouth.

In just a dozen arrows, the holy qi defense he had laid before shattered, and the sharp tips of the arrows pierced straight to the heart.