Only one person present withstood the oppression, standing on the stage in a crane robe.

The Valley Lord of the Divine Doctor Valley descended from the sky, looked at him in amazement, and after an epiphany, nodded his head to show friendship.

Beichen Qing happily accepted, and with a wave of his fingertips, he relieved the coercion on her body and gently helped her up.

I was ungrateful and didn't dare to go to see the Divine Doctor Valley Lord until I got up.

Although I heard that he is more than 1,000 years old, he can't see a little old, and his mental outlook is like that of a young man in his twenties.

The valley lord withdrew the coercion and just stood there, the sense of oppression was also very strong, and no one wanted to look at it directly.

No matter how civil strife the elders had, they only bowed down to the valley lord, even if the valley lord was in the future, the people of this divine medicine valley would not dare to forget such an ancestor.

"I've seen the valley master."

"Well, you're excused." With a flick of his hand, he lifted the six elders up from the ground.

In his unwavering eyes, it was as if a tunnel with no end was being built, and behind the darkness he saw at a glance was another kind of narration that had passed through thousands of years.

"The Ghost Grass is a thing in the Demon Realm, and since Beichen Xiaoyou knows it, then he should also have some understanding of the temperament of the Demon Realm."

"The Demon Realm? Valley Lord, what's going on? As the Great Elder, Beichen Cheng was puzzled by Beichen Qing's behavior, and on the other hand, he asked everyone about the doubts in their hearts at this time.

"I think everyone wonders why I suddenly got out of the customs because I felt an inevitable catastrophe."

Wuxin glanced at the puppet on the stone pillar, if she guessed correctly, the monster they saw near Chuancheng that time was also a puppet.

By the way, that little boy has never had time to understand what happened in Chuancheng.

In this competition, no matter who wins or loses in the end, Lishenfeng won the final victory with a winning result.

But no one talked about the next valley master.

It seems to reflect what everyone thinks, it has been rainy for several days, and the Divine Medicine Valley is shrouded in a mist, and it is impossible to see anything ten meters away.

At this time, Qian'an was facing the biggest problem in history, there was a strong enemy pressing the territory outside, there was a rebellion of the queen's party inside, and the people were attacked by unknown monsters at this time, and the whole country was in chaos.

Jun Ruxi is in a desperate situation, three o'clock every day, he can't even take out the time to sleep, he hasn't washed for a few days, the dragon robe is wrinkled and loses its luster, but even if it is full of mud, people can't ignore the majesty on his body.

"Report! Your Majesty, the enemy army of the Wind Feather Kingdom has attacked the frontier in a big way. The messenger could no longer care about so many etiquette rules, and rushed from the palace to the door of the imperial study in one breath, knelt outside the door, gasped for breath, and reported loudly with all his might.

From the frontier to the capital, no matter how fast the horse is, let alone half a month's journey, then this is already the situation half a month ago.

"The treasury will open a warehouse and send 400,000 elites to escort grain and grass to fight the enemy together!"

Jun Ruxi had just prepared the holy decree, and Xiao Zixiao immediately rushed over again.

"Your Majesty! The southern city has been attacked by monsters, and the city has been broken! Now the people are fleeing in all directions, with countless casualties, and many refugees have gathered outside the capital, and they have asked the emperor to allocate funds for assistance. ”

"Accurate!"

"The Emperor's ......"

The daily busy official duties made him forget his heartlessness for a while, and also made the light in his heart that was not bright become smaller and smaller, and the whole person was like a dragon king lurking in the dark, and he would pounce on the target at any time.

The puppet appeared in a big way, and the Divine Doctor Valley was also preparing for this, and under the guidance of Beichen Qing, they jointly developed a potion that would make the puppet lose its action as long as it was sprayed on the puppet.

The consumption of materials is huge, and the Divine Medicine Valley is also seriously injured, and it will never return to the prosperity of yesterday.

Those who practice medicine, the healer is benevolent, and he must not be saved, and he must not be saved indiscriminately.

The misfortune of the world is the misfortune of the healer, at this time, regardless of the life and death of the world, the reincarnation of cause and effect, the Valley of the Divine Doctor will also be abandoned by the world.

No one can escape this catastrophe.

Unintentionally, I didn't expect that one day I would appear in Qian'an Country as a savior, and the people once disdained, abused, misunderstood, and gossiped endlessly, but now, she has won a benevolent reputation.

For the situation that the people turn their faces faster than books, to be honest, she is a little angry, no matter what, she is just a person, and she can't completely repay her grievances with virtue.

In the blink of an eye, it has entered autumn, and the maple leaves are gradually dyed with golden red, decorating the city beautifully.

The puppet attacked again, Beichen Qing took everyone to surround the puppet at the city gate, a scoop of floating potion was sprinkled from the city wall, and in a moment, the puppet fell into a piece, and everyone worked together to carry the puppet that had lost its strength to one place, Beichen Qing drew runes on the ground with cinnabar, and there were words in his mouth.

"Heaven and earth are clear, there is no phase of the law, there is a beginning to return to the sect, and the spirit commands...... Draw the fire of the sky! ”

He let out a loud roar, the wind blew, the crane robe flew over, and the cinnabar under his feet turned into fiery runes, flying towards the mountain of corpses full of puppets one by one, and immediately ignited a raging fire.

Everyone was dumbfounded, unintentionally and quite calmly, helping Beichenqing clean up the mess and moving the excess cinnabar powder back to the city.

Skillful tacit understanding, it seems that this was the case a long time ago.

The same thing was repeated every day, but as the puppet became more and more powerful, the potion gradually lost its effect, and finally it was Beichen Qing's turn to personally carry the sword with the spell into battle.

But within two days, the 600,000 troops of the Wind Feather Kingdom broke through the city and pursued the Yucheng where they were located.

Under the deliberation of everyone, except for the old, weak, sick and disabled, all 100,000 able-bodied men were recruited into the army, and the entire army had 300,000 people at once, but this was far from enough.

Only by delaying time can it be possible to wait for the rescue of the soldiers.

Wuxin will not fight, but the solution is always more than difficult, a city, there must be a secret passage for people to escape underground, Wuxin after checking the secret passage, immediately led people to block the city gates on all sides, let 300,000 troops guard the city gates, and instructed women to start boiling water nearby, the hotter the better, and draw out a part of the strong men to carry the boiling water buckets to the city gate

After finishing everything, the 600,000 army showed its head, the black pressure was overwhelming, every step shook the mountain, the country of Fengyu is a country on horseback, the best at riding archery, half of them are archers, unintentionally screaming that it is not good, and immediately ordered everyone to move the table at home for emergency.

Everything was ready, and the 600,000-strong army also arrived at the gate of the city, aiming their bows and arrows at Wuxin and the others.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a black beard, wearing black armor and a black iron hat, which was tightly wrapped.

"Listen, people of Yucheng! If you don't want to die, surrender quickly! Otherwise, the dead city in front of you will be your fate! ”

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