said that it was a thick burial, but in fact, it was just a separate pit dug and buried Zhang An and Fang Tian's halberds.

After all, they are enemies of each other, and according to the consistent style of barbarians, it is already the greatest respect for not cutting off Zhang An's head to make decorations.

By the time the barbarians had cleared the battlefield and slowly withdrew, it was already dark.

After the army had all withdrawn, it had already followed the smell of blood, and the jackals, who had secretly hid on the side, slipped out and ushered in their own feast.

They dug the bodies of the dead soldiers out of the pit and tore at them desperately.

A jackal dug Zhang An out, opened its big mouth, and bit Zhang An hard.

With a crunch, the jackal let go of its mouth, took a few steps back, spit out two bloody fangs, glanced at the "food" in front of him suspiciously, and stepped aside with a low whimper.

After several other jackals were also broken teeth, Zhang An finally had no wolves to care.

Zhang lay quietly on the ground, his pale complexion gradually becoming ruddy.

A faint glow lit up on his chest, outlining a vague mark.

It looks like it is the same shape as the stone that was absorbed by Zhang An before.

Zhang An's heartbeat and breathing began to recover.

As Zhang An exhaled and inhaled, the flowers and plants around him lit up with a faint fluorescence, gently swaying with the rhythm of Zhang An's breathing.

Gradually, the fluorescence on the flowers and plants detached from the main body, and slowly flew towards Zhang An, submerging into Zhang An's body.

The surrounding jackals watched this scene curiously, lingering beside Zhang An, but they were reluctant to step forward because they had left a painful memory with Zhang An before.

It didn't take long for them to glow with blood-colored fluorescence on their bodies as they roamed around, fluttering and flying towards Zhang An.

But they didn't know it, they were still gnawing on the corpses of the soldiers, or curiously catching the fluorescent light that fluttered in the night.

As time passed, the flowers began to turn yellow, and the jackals became skinny.

The flowers and plants turned from withered yellow to withered, and finally turned into a pile of black ash that was blown away by the night wind.

The jackals, on the other hand, were a pile of bones and a dull pile of fur, their flesh devoured by an invisible demon, not a drop of blood left.

Correspondingly, Zhang An's vitality is becoming more and more vigorous.

When the night passed and the first rays of sunlight fell on the horizon, Zhang An opened his eyes.

He felt like he had a good night's sleep, refreshed and full of strength.

Unlike the first coma, after Zhang An woke up this time, he still retained all his memories before he fell into a coma.

"After being seriously injured, his combat strength will surge, and he will be delirious, but he didn't expect that he would have the future of being a berserker. Zhang An said without self-deprecation, and then began to check the state of his body.

After some examination, Zhang An was pleased to find that his condition was surprisingly good, and the qi induction that he had been having a headache before was over.

The almost liquefied qi flowed slowly in Zhang An's meridians, extremely docile.

"Hey, I didn't expect it to be a blessing in disguise. Zhang An pouted, "As long as you are meditating and cultivating for a period of time, I'm afraid that you will soon be able to enter the realm of condensing qi into liquid." ”

After moving his body, which was a little stiff because he had been lying for too long, Zhang An was shocked to find that with himself as the center of the circle, there was no grass growing within a kilometer, and even the land was desertified.

"What the hell is going on?" Zhang An looked at this strange scene, frowning and thinking.

The root of everything comes from the stone that Zhang An obtained.

After Zhang An was exhausted and fell without breath, Man Thirteen thought that Zhang An was dead, but in fact, it was not.

Zhang An just fell into a state of suspended animation.

Because of his emotion at Zhang An's last desperate move to open the way for Lu Bu, Man Thirteen prevented his subordinates from cutting off Zhang An's head, and Zhang An was lucky to escape.

After that, Zhang An was buried in the soil again.

Originally, he would end up suffocating to death because he couldn't breathe air, who would have thought that he would be gouged out by the jackals who went to the banquet again.

However, this is not far from enough, because at that time, because of the long period of suspended animation, Zhang An's vitality has begun to fade, and if he is not treated, he may really die.

At this time, the stone, sensing that its host was in danger of life, spontaneously operated.

The original ability of this stone is to extract the life force of other living creatures and nourish itself.

It happened that because the smell of blood after the war attracted a large number of jackals, the stone unceremoniously drained the vitality within Zhang An's kilometer range and poured all of it into Zhang An's body.

The vitality extracted from the stone not only completely repaired Zhang An's injuries, but also left a part to improve Zhang An's physical fitness, and by the way, solved the problem of Zhang An's qi entering his body.

To put it bluntly, if there is a mistake in the above process, Zhang An is definitely a dead man.

This kind of mysterious and mysterious, coincidental and coincidental thing, Zhang An naturally couldn't come up with it even if he wanted to break his head, until now, he thought that the most important role of the stone was to help him point out the location of other stones.

But in a way, Zhang An is also a big-hearted person, after finding that he thought about it for a long time and didn't come to a conclusion, Zhang An selectively forgot about the strange situation in front of him for the time being, and put this matter behind him very freely, and began to look for Fang Tian's halberd.

Without much effort, Zhang An dug out the Fang Tian painting halberd from the soil.

Carrying Fang Tian's halberd, Zhang An raised his eyes and found a very serious problem.

Which direction should I go?

It stands to reason that he should go south and get out of the Saiwai as soon as possible, but the 3,000 tiger and leopard cavalry that went north to support him have been wiped out, and the ghost knows where those barbarians are now invading south?

In case you go back and bump into the barbarian army, where will your two legs run over the four legs of the war horse?

But the east, west, and north directions are undoubtedly deeper into the outside of the fortress, and he is not familiar with the place, in case he runs into the range of the barbarian royal court, he can only think about how many pieces he will be cut into.

After much hesitation, Zhang An finally decided to go south.

I don't know how long I was unconscious, but counting the time of the tiger and leopard riding army before, Cao Cao's army should also march to the north.

If you go south, you still have a chance to run into friendly troops, and if you go in other directions, I am afraid that you will die and die.

After making up his mind, Zhang An set off to the south.

Along the way, Zhang An went out day and night, trying to avoid daytime activities to reduce the chance of meeting with the barbarians.

However, northern Xinjiang is desolate, mostly on the plains, and there is no place to hide, so that Zhang An learned to find an inconspicuous place to dig holes in the ground to cover his whereabouts when he was resting.

Because in the enemy's territory, Zhang An was afraid even if he hid in a hole in the ground, for fear that someone would find out, and then he would be surrounded by the army into dumpling filling.

Not to mention practicing qi and improving cultivation, even if you sleep, you can't sleep well.

Maybe it was because the bad luck after coming to this node finally ran out, and he hid and hid for nearly three months, and Zhang An didn't even meet a barbarian.

Finally, Zhang An returned to the place where Lu Bu destroyed the city with one blow.

Revisiting the old place, Zhang An was in a different mood at this time.

Thinking of the scene when he first marched, and then thinking about the day of the bloody battle in the mountain pass, Zhang An actually had a feeling of being reincarnated.

Zhang An stood in the place where the tiger and leopard rode and camped, silently muttered a few words of rest for all the kings, and then collected his mood and prepared to continue to march south.

After walking for another two days, Zhang An, who had climbed out of the hole in the evening, had not walked long before he saw a small group of cavalry running quickly in his direction from a distance.

Zhang An held Fang Tian's halberd tightly, and had no intention of escaping.

The number of cavalry is only twenty or thirty people, if it is an enemy, as long as he does not encounter the elite of the tiger and leopard cavalry, Zhang An is confident that he can successfully grab a war horse and then get out safely.

After all, he is now a quasi-second-rate general, and he still has the confidence to deal with some ordinary soldiers.

Of course, it would be better if it was his own person, in the past three months, Zhang An had not slept well and eaten well, and his spirit had already been exhausted, and he didn't have much to fight at all.

Perhaps seeing a man standing on his own path, the cavalry slowed down, and the cavalry led by him shouted "Who is it?"

Hearing the familiar tone and seeing the familiar Cao Jun's clothes clearly, Zhang An burst into tears.

Finally meet the organization!

Zhang An waved his hand excitedly and shouted, "Don't do it, don't do it, your own people!"

The cavalry soon arrived in front of Zhang An, they held their weapons vigilantly, and put on a posture that they might attack at any time, and the people led by them looked Zhang An up and down suspiciously, and asked vigilantly, "You said that you are your own people, do you have a certificate?"

At the beginning, because of the relationship between the qi and the body, Zhang An was also dressed in cloth when he participated in the battle, and after a big battle and a long journey of nearly three months, Zhang An's clothes were already in tatters.

In addition, Zhang An couldn't take a bath at all in the past three months, his hair was knotted together one by one, his beard was unshaven, and his body was dirty, and the smell of sweat on his body was mixed with the bloody smell at the beginning, as well as the smell of dirt that drilled every day.

At this time, Zhang An's appearance was unbearable to look at, and it was no wonder that the cavalry led by him did not believe Zhang An's words, after all, Zhang An's image was more in line with the image of the uncivilized barbarians in the eyes of those Central Plains people.

Zhang An's sudden anxiety, it was already a miracle that his tattered body could keep him from going away, where could he put down other things? The military badge that Lu Bu gave him as an identity certificate at the beginning no longer knew which angle it was thrown at.

Lu Bu Zhang An's eyes lit up.

"I am General Lu Bu's personal guard! My name is Zhang An! I went north with General Lu Bu, General Cao Chun, and the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry to support!" Zhang An raised the halberd in his hand, "This is General Lu Bu's weapon borrowed from me for self-defense!"

"Impossible! The team that supported at the beginning has all been killed except for General Lu and General Cao!" the leader wrinkled his eyebrows, "Prepare to attack!"

"Wait!I'll surrender!" Zhang An was willing to have a senseless conflict with his own people, he threw Fang Tian's halberd to the ground very shamefully, and raised his hands high, "You tie me up, I won't resist!"