Gu Shaofeng, who gradually calmed down from his anger, looked at this bloody battle with cold eyes, he was not in a hurry to send out the guards around him, but just ordered the two lieutenant generals to command the battle on the left and right, and personally commanded to deal with the side of the King of Shicheng.

The war intent of the valley spreads unchecked, and with every breath a life disappears, but no one has time to sympathize with it.

On the top of the mountain more than a mile outside the valley, there is another small group of people, they are Song Ying'er, Mo Xiang and some medical soldiers, because Mo Xiang can not participate in the battle, so she can only watch the battle from a distance, seeing the soldiers desperately killing the enemy, she pursed her lips tightly, her little hands are tight, and she doesn't even dare to blink her eyes.

Because Song Ying'er was shouldering the heavy responsibility of protecting Mo Xiang, she had no chance to go into battle to kill the enemy, she clutched the matching sword at her waist, and every breath seemed very heavy.

There were only a dozen or so warriors who were proficient in medicine, and they were all instructed by the court doctors, carrying various medicines with them for post-war treatment, and although they also had considerable combat effectiveness, they were also restricted from participating in the war.

Everyone was shocked when they saw the tragedy of the battlefield, and at the same time secretly prayed for their brothers, hoping that this battle could be won, because everyone knew that once they lost, the three thousand soldiers and horses were afraid that the whole army would be wiped out, and no one expected that the first battle of the Shicheng army would be so fierce.

It was noon, the autumn sun hung lazily in the sky, emitting soft sunlight, and on another hill illuminated by the sun, there stood a stunning woman.

The breeze is gentle, the white clothes are fluttering, the woman is isolated on a boulder, like a fairy who has degraded the mortal dust, and is incompatible with this world, if Fang Ling sees it, he is afraid that he will scream, just because this woman is Xiao Xue who has not been seen for three years.

Xiao Xue quietly watched the battle in the valley, her eyes were like a calm lake, without a trace of waves, it seemed that the battle below had nothing to do with her, and it seemed that Fang Ling had no intersection with her.

There are thousands of ways to cultivate the truth, and it is not necessary to give up the seven emotions and six desires, but the same is that the height of lust must be higher than that of mortals. For cultivators, the mortal body, no matter how painful or joyful, will eventually fall into the six realms of reincarnation, and whether it is life or death, it is destined in a previous life.

It is precisely because there are sufferings in life that we are mortals, so even if we are sympathetic to the suffering experienced by mortals, under normal circumstances, cultivators will not interfere, because once we interfere with the reincarnation of mortals, it is equivalent to generating causes.

If there is a cause, there must be an effect, and if there is an effect, there will be a cause, and the reincarnation of cause and effect will become a knot in the heart of the cultivator, and if it cannot be lifted, it will affect the path to becoming an immortal.

Only those immortal disciples who are not strong in heart and greedy for power and desire will do things to interfere in mortal affairs and even the political situation, but even they don't know that once they are entangled with mortal cause and effect, it will be difficult to untie the knot.

No one knew why Xiao Xue was here, and no one found out about her existence, she stood quietly on the stone four or five miles away from the battlefield, paying attention to the dynamics of the battle, and didn't take a special look at Fang Ling.