"Empty cicada?" Zhang Weiwu's eyes lit up, but then he became puzzled: "Didn't you say that the entire city can't be empty cicadas?"

"Yes!" Tie Gelei nodded heavily: "In these years, the instrument is crushing people to death." You can subdue the whole city with a low-grade mystery, and then take a medium-grade mystical weapon out, and everything will be solved?"

"Gao Ming!" Zhang Weiwu gave a thumbs up.

"Don't you carry it first, just say what about the people of the Great Sect Master, right?" Tie Gelei smiled bitterly and knocked on his head: "I'm not very good at strategy!"

"It's not that hard to do. Zhang Weiwu came up with a solution as soon as his eyes rolled: "First let some people go out of the city directly and wait in the urn city, and then gather a group of my people at the head of the city, and then let people hang down the rope to hang the person on the city, and then let the person put the person in the urn city with a rope, and the people below will respond, and then send the old man and the rest of the people to the urn city together, and the people at the head of the city will also come over and set off in the urn city......

"That's a good idea. Tie Gelei said: "But it is quite dangerous to hang her in the city for such a period of time." ”

"It's simple, three or five people are hanging up at the same time, whether someone sends a hidden weapon to release arrows or robs someone and hangs in the air, those disciples can protect it desperately, not to mention that it is useless to kill that person, it is estimated that most of those thieves are playing light tricks to rob people, this will be very easy to do. ”

"Alright, I'll arrange it. Tie Gelei paused for a moment, and suddenly asked in a solemn low voice, "It's not that I don't believe in the old man...... Does the old man have a big grasp of this dart? Especially that thing, the rumors have leaked out, and the grassland ......"

He spoke, his tone filled with an incredibly weak expectation, completely incompatible with his granite-like gloomy face. Zhang Weiwu was stunned for a moment, and then comforted him with a smile: "Don't you still believe the old man in the military gate? Although the old man didn't dare to pat his chest arrogantly and say that he was ten percent sure, but the signboard of the Tianxing Martial Arts Hall for decades didn't dare to smash it like this!"

"Old man, you don't know, that thing, but the life of our Yehverin clan! it really is! It's an exaggeration at all!" said Tegore, who choked up a little.

"What do you say?" Zhang Weiwu said in surprise: "Is that 'Rain of Trapped Locks' a sacred relic of your clan?

"'Trapped Rain' Prayer Ray of Light. After saying these words, Tie Gelei stopped talking. Zhang Weiwu's face twitched, and then he lowered his voice and said, "What? Isn't that grassland?"

"Not right away. Tie Gelei said in a very nasal voice, he paused for a moment, and then suddenly raised his voice: "Old man, I can't send you to Liting this time...... I only hope that you can really send that thing to the Yehverin Department, and then you will be the great benefactor of our clan!

The rock-like man stopped, and Zhang Weiwu was silent for a while before he said softly: "The old man understands, the old man ...... He originally wanted to ask Tie Ge Lei if he had a chance to get out of this city alive, but at this time he didn't dare to ask, and he didn't need to ask, because he knew that even if this kind of opportunity existed, it would definitely be given up by Tie Ge Lei himself.

[At the same time]

In the corner of the tent, the silver god suddenly moved, and silently raised his right hand.

The silver-colored cuffs stretched out their fingers, but the Avada Curse never fired. Silver Dust is infused with the dark bravery that belongs to a magician, but it can't extinguish the compassion and reason in his heart that belong to a normal boy.

Even if the rock-like man was speechless, a clever magician could guess the truth from a few words.

He didn't need to investigate a lot of things, he only needed to compare the precipitation records of the Qinben Yaske Wasteland in the last ten years with the flow records of the Qinben Yaske River, and he could deeply understand how cruel everything that the rock-like majestic man known as "Tie Gelei" said.

The most brutal war in the world is the war between man and nature, in which human beings have never really won, and the superficial victory is only exchanged for an empty medal called "survival".

"If the people of Guihai Temple in Jianzhou had to migrate to the south because of low temperatures, ruthlessly abandoning the extremely fertile black soil, and would rather use war to snatch a large area of so-called fertile and actually barren land on the Qianli Plain outside the Guanwai, then the crisis facing the Qinben Yaske Wasteland with fertile water and grass is an out-and-out ecological disaster. The silver pupils gathered golden code runes, these runes were combined into a photo taken from the sky, the tragic scene like the great famine in Africa 3.24 million years ago, the close-up of the little girl being starved to death and then being eaten by vultures, deeply shocked him, and in a trance, the figure of the beggar girl running towards the ten thousand sword lights appeared in front of him again.

"Since I can let those thousand people go, I can also rescue their ......" Yinchen couldn't care about it at this time, thinking about which of the eight banners these miserable herdsmen was, it was meaningless. He knew that if he wanted to minimize or even stop wars in his kingdom of God, the most fundamental way was not to destroy anyone, but to change their living environment.

The Qinben Yaske Wasteland was originally unable to grow grain because of the strong wind and little sunshine, and over time it became a so-called "wasteland" suitable for grazing, and now, the ten consecutive years of severe drought have cut off two-thirds of the Qinben Yaske River, which was originally regarded as the Xianbeilian Glacial Tundra Ecological Zone and the Dalmaska Desert Death Zone, is rapidly degenerating into a part of the Death Desert, and in the foreseeable future, it will become the most severe part.

And here, there are still 350,000 herdsmen scattered here, their ancestral land is here, their ancestral temple is in the depths of the wilderness, they were once enviable bold and beautiful shepherds, and now they are inferior to Somali pirates, they live like animals......

Yinchen didn't know that they were the most beautiful and weak of the slaves in Jianzhou, rich in royal concubines and knowledgeable Yeheweilin.

The fingers of the primary color retracted into the white silver cuffs, and the cuffs were also lowered. The Silver God withdrew from the dark and fierce state of battle, and once again incarnated as a lurking in an overlooked corner. He took a deep look at Zhang Weiwu, whom he had met a few times before, and after all, there was not a single petrified ray of light, and he already understood at this time that the Tianxing Martial Arts Pavilion was willing to bet on this dangerous imperial dart, and it might not be just for those dirty interests.

"But it's not much better, after all, the kidnapping of Sophie Fei is completely inauthentic. As Silver Dust thought this, a blue light suddenly flashed in the tent, and this light was like the ice light that Silver Dust had used to be handy, and there was a solidified slaughter in the blue.

The blue light seems to drive out all the shadows, leaving the lurkers with nowhere to lurk. Originally, the figure of the Silver Law God was inconspicuous in this tent, but at this moment, it was doubly prominent, so that Zhang Weiwu, who happened to be able to see him with his peripheral vision, burst out with a roar of cannonball.

"There are assassins!"

Zhang Weiwu's grizzly-like figure was in the midst of this roar, ghostly as he crossed Tie Gelei, who was facing him with his back to Silver Dust, and rushed towards Silver Dust with a huge fist. His fist conjured up a thick layer of bone armor, like a bone hammer in the tail of an earthwalker, and slammed into the face of Silver Dust's face under the cover of a blizzard that swirled like blades in circles. At the same time, Tiegor snorted heavily, and his voice suddenly turned into a light blue wave of broken ice, which exploded like a bomb, and spread out towards the fan-shaped area at a sixty-degree angle in front of him, and sure enough, in that blue cold light, a thin blizzard suddenly swirled, and then the ice and snow converged into an ice wall, which only lasted for a second, and the ice wall turned into the same debris in the blue crushed ice wave.

The wind and snow filled the air, and a transparent wind suddenly erupted in the blue wind and snow, and a circle of silver metal reflected in the wind flashed, and then the afterimage of the silver sleeves waving in the air. The silver-white metal reflection drove the two knife-wheel-shaped winds on the left and right, brutally slicing through the snow, and at the same time cutting the entire tent into two pieces that flew out to the left and right.

The sound of the ice shattering and the tearing of the cloth came at the same time, followed by the sound of a hammer striking something large, heavy, and hard. Zhang Weiwu's battering ram-like fist hit a transparent sheet, which seemed to emerge from another world, a person squared, and the edge continued to ripple with transparent spatial ripples, which was basically a spatial barrier formed by the distortion and superposition of the surrounding space-time, using the power of space-time itself to easily block the powerful punch he used to transform the war soul beast, and the blizzard with soul scattering poison he sent out had already turned into a conch-shaped ice under the impact of the wind, and at the same time was cut by a series of silver-colored blades and fell to both sides。

The Silver Dharma God had already risen high, and his two sleeves swung upwards continuously, leaving a complete gear-like trajectory in the air under the cuffs that transformed into a metal knife wheel, and in the glittering metallic primary color, there were sparkling red fires.

Temporal Magic: Barrier.

Wind & Fire Synthesis Magic, Wind Slashing, Swallow Break, Phoenix Fang.

"How could it be?" his murmur dissipated in the rising storm as the silver dust hit the ground. In the face of Zhang Weiwu's fist, he first used the space-time barrier to block it, and then used the Wind Slashing Swallow to break it.

At the same moment, after seeing that the sound of battle he was making was blocked, Tie Gelei actually showed a smile as cold as steel, and gently bent down to pick up the mace that had been placed at his feet, the mace should belong to the warhammer type weapon, and from the outside, the weight was almost the same as the weight of Silver Dust. He raised his mace and walked towards an area of distinctly different colors in the blue ice light, his body permeated with a tank-like force of Athens.

The muddy splash from the collapse of the tent had washed away the blue ice. The blizzard swirling in the corner could no longer hide the lurker's figure. In the wind and snow, with a few strange clanging sounds, a string of twelve plum blossom darts were pushed by the ice and snow, tumbling and flying out, hitting Tie Gelei's chest and abdomen. And Tie Gelei's expression did not change, with a finger of the long stick in his hand, the tip of the mace immediately bloomed with a dome-shaped ice shield, blocking all the plum blossom darts, and then with a step, the gable-like figure rushed like a bulldozer, and the blizzard that broke through, the mace like a hammer in his hand swung a terrifying blue arc and smashed it on the ground.

Endless ice lotus bloomed on the earth, and above the ice lotus, a dexterous figure dodged the scattered ice picks and pounced into the distance. "Turtle son, there is a kind of stop!" Tie Gelei's voice was like a bell, and there was still a rolling thunderous echo on the top of the open-air city wall, and the majestic steppe knight strode forward, chasing after it steadily and swiftly with the wrestling footwork peculiar to the steppe people, but it was getting farther and farther away from the fleeing figure. He yelled a few words of "turtle son" again and again, but the figure ignored it, and swam into the group of braided soldiers who rushed to hear the news like a fish, and disappeared in a few clicks.

The braided soldiers surrounded them, they were all wearing ordinary fine iron chain mail covered with a layer of copper skin, their soul qi condensed, and the thick Xuanbing battle armor was set outside, sculpting all kinds of soul beast images, and for a while they were dancing like ice. Most of them were concerned with the ornate silver-robed "enemy" that Zhang was facing, and few noticed that the real Assassin was slipping through the gap between them.

After the wind and swallow were broken, Yinchen did not take any new action, and Zhang Weiwu realized that something was wrong after the first fight, and the person standing in front of him was not the Yinchen he knew in his early years, no.

He stepped down and made a starting gesture of his life's unlearned, and a cloud of blue ice mist erupted from his grizzly-like body, like a drifting cloud floating on the mountainside, a thick as a mountain, and at the same time a cold breath like ice emitted out, permeating a radius around his body, almost like a diffused toxin, and like the weather swirling around the mountain.

"Silver dust...... The young hero who slaughtered 80,000 northerners is also worthy of the old man's killing punch!" Zhang Weiwu suddenly widened his eyes when he thought about it, and a pair of divine tiger eyes locked on the silver-colored thin figure, and at this moment, the figure suddenly became pale and transparent, turning from a living person into an illusory shadow.

It was as if Silver Dust had not come from the real body, but had only used a projection.

"I'm sorry, I'm not here to fight. His voice was full of ridicule, and the moment the words fell, he disappeared without a trace in the encirclement of the slaves in Jianzhou.