But in the second half of the night, even Zhang Er, who was in deep sleep, was awakened.

Through the small gap in the upward convex bag, Zhang Er saw hundreds of soldiers, dressed in matching tights, lined up in a neat and orderly manner.

And at the front of the line was the woman I saw during the day.

At this moment, she was facing seriousness, as if she had noticed something, and instantly swept her gaze, Zhang Er was startled, and quickly shrank back.

I thought that this woman's five senses were so strong.

Shaking her head, the woman ignored it and looked at the neat warriors with a smile.

"Do you know what you're going to do?" , her voice is resolute, and every word is beautiful.

"Isn't it a joke that you're going to Evenki territory and helping them kill monsters?"

"That arrogant people, the high-ranking Evenks, would actually ask others to help them hunt monsters"

At this, the woman sneered.

"No matter how they treated us before, but today we want to pick up old friendships, and I know some of you are reluctant to do so."

"Those who do not want to go, can stay in the tribe, the patriarch did not persecute you, but let me tell you"

"Now in the region, there is a Primal Demon, and its strength I believe you know, it is an existence comparable to the gods."

"Evenki, a former partner, is also our family, can we watch them sink into the quagmire and not lend a hand!"

"They are also the same bloodline blessed by the gods, and if they perish, then we will be next"

"Warriors, clansmen, whether you live or die this time, you must prevent the birth of the monster."

"Protecting them is also protecting our own families"

The woman took a deep breath and sighed with some emotion, after all, it was them Evenki a hundred years ago who drove them and the Oroqen tribe away.

I didn't expect that they were needed to save the Evenki tribe now.

"Leave tomorrow morning", the woman sighed deeply, no one wants a war.

Everyone has their own parents and children, and no one wants to die, but the birth of the demon, even if they don't go, will end up on their heads.

Not only the Evenki crisis, but also theirs.

"Disband!" She stood firm, stretched out two fingers of her left hand, and waved it vigorously in front of her chest, tapping it on her shoulder.

"It's a great speech, it's a pity that the United Nations doesn't invite you", an abrupt voice made the woman stunned, and she turned around suddenly and saw Zhang Er with a cigarette in his mouth.

"It's you, why can't you sleep?" She chuckled and straightened her neckline.

"It's a long night~ I don't want to sleep~ After all, a beautiful woman like you gives passionate speeches at night, it's hard for me not to fit in."

"Do you like to flirt with women?" , The woman smiled, as if she had seen through Zhang Er.

"It's not that I like to flirt with women, I just think you are very righteous enough", Zhang Er raised his eyebrows and made a gesture to the woman just now.

"I like it, if there is anyone who can help in the future, you must call me~"

Saying that, Zhang Er, who thought he was very handsome, turned around, flicked the cigarette butt with two fingers and left.

"What a strange person", the woman shook her head, a little incomprehensible, what her tribe did was not the so-called righteous anger.

Instead, I had to do it, maybe the Oroqen didn't help, thinking they would get out.

But in this case, who can really stay out of it.

Early the next morning, the group returned to the territory of the Evenki tribe, which was expected to take two days.

This is already considered a very fast time, after all, it was originally ten days, and it was only nine days when they returned.

But the current situation of the Evenks is not so good.

The existence of the Mountain God Peak has made this a forbidden place for low-level monsters, but those strong monsters are a little unscrupulous.

The endless attacks in nine days had already made Chai Chenquan and the remaining soldiers extremely tired.

Not only to protect the territory of the mountain gods in the clan, but also to protect the remaining clansmen, those women and children have no power to resist, if they are defeated.

The rest of the people were lambs to the slaughter.

On the night of the ninth day, a person came to the mountain god peak, and she was a woman.

The black knife in his hand, emitting a ghostly light, was cold and bloodthirsty.

The soldiers all died in a breath, only Chai Chenquan grabbed the Zen staff in his hand and was still holding on.

"Ma'am... Are you a demon... Why do you have to kill them all...", the blood in Chai Chenquan's mouth gushed out uncontrollably.

And the body has long been a broken candle, and it is still desperately supporting, as long as it is one day, as long as it is one day, Da Zhuang and they will come back with reinforcements, Chai Chenquan wants to persevere.

The only thing that could respond to him was the cold black knife.

"Mother Nature, Your People Are Praying"

"Let your glory be sprinkled on this land again, and let the Evenks feel the chance to live again!" , Chai Chenquan sang.

He looked at the black blade that flashed in front of him and closed his eyes.

Kindness?

With a light sigh, this person is Wen Xiaoxiao.

The black knife was squarely against Chai Chenquan's face, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break through, and the barrier that appeared in the void in front of her.

"The power of faith is really weak"

There was a strong demonic aura spread around her, and every time she drew her knife and slashed, she could see blood oozing from the corner of Chai Chenquan's mouth.

"At the end of the strong bow, how long can you hold on, leave it to the gods you believe in to give your life"

It's like broken glass, Chai Chenquan can no longer support it, this person is too strong, even if it's the patriarch...

A knife slashed, and there was a slight abrupt flow in the middle of the night.

Chai Chenquan's head fell to the ground, his hand holding the Zen staff was still clutched, and his body was stubborn and refused to fall.

Wen Xiaoxiao ignored him, walked straight over, and went straight to the tribal women and children who were huddled together behind him.

All the lives of these people were slaughtered, condensed together, and then stuffed back into Wang Xiaozhi's surviving bodies, which was definitely a great supplement.

She was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, only when the black knife swept through the sky and bright rain, she was stunned.

But she didn't think much of it, it was just that she was a little strange.

Still muttering: "Son... You must not come back..."

"Is there anyone else?" , Wen Xiaoxiao glanced at the top of the peak, looking puzzled.

took out the collector that Hu Tian gave her in her pocket and began to collect the essence and blood in these people's bodies, and when it was all done, Wen Xiaoxiao breathed a sigh of relief.

When these are over, she can rely on Hu Tian's demon to find the Divine Seal.

When she got her own divine seal, Wang Xiaozhi was now invincible to herself, not to mention Zhang Er.

Until the early hours of the morning, there was no Wen Xiaoxiao's figure here, leaving only corpses all over the ground and blood flowing into the land.

All the tribes had a look of horror on their faces, except for one person.

Kong Mingyu knelt on the ground, his eyes closed without any fear, more like he was praying or praying that her son would not come back.

Don't go back to the place where the demons are about to return, and live well.

The wind at night has always been a little cool, slow and gentle.

The lonely mountain peaks reflect the dead silence below.

Only the Buddha card rope on Kong Mingyu's chest snapped and broke inexplicably.

The monk was startled, and when he was sitting on the convoy to recuperate, he suddenly opened his eyes, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead instantly, and his panicked expression was not half false.

It is fear, yes, a pampered monk who supports his heart with faith, and at this moment he falls into a strong fear.

And the person he was looking at was none other than Zhang Er.

couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, the monk's lips trembled, the scene he saw just now was not only a bloody murderous cover.

There is also the birth of a demon in heaven and earth, who represents anger and rage.

With a deep hiss, the monk shook his head and nodded, as if deciding something, and closed his eyes again.

The speed of the convoy was very fast, much faster than normal for them to run, and soon reached the outskirts of the Evenki territory.

Zhang Er stretched his waist and couldn't help but sigh secretly: "I'm finally back, and it's going to be a lot in the morning, I don't know how A-Niang is, he also specially asked for some specialties in the Daur tribe."

There is also a piece of clothing, which was made by them according to their memory, and A-Niang must be very happy when she goes back.

But when approaching the mountain god peak, the strong smell of blood made everyone couldn't help but stop.

Zhang Er frowned even more, he seemed to sense that something was not right.

The whole person disappeared into the convoy in an instant, and ran quickly towards the foot of the mountain god peak, everything in front of him was enough to shatter his tough heart in an instant.

Zhang Er was stunned in disbelief, he saw the dead Evenki warriors, and saw Chai Chenquan who was still standing in place after the corpse was separated.

He saw the bloodied clansmen behind him, and he saw the empty rain that was still kneeling on the ground with his eyes closed, maintaining a posture of prayer.

At this moment his whole body, his consciousness, his brain collapsed.

"Liar..."

"Not really, is it?" , Zhang Er's mechanical department raised his legs, one step at a time, as if he couldn't believe it, and he didn't want to accept it.

This distance is not far, but he feels that the distance is 10,000 meters, like the end of the world.

Something, dissipated, was so inexplicably deprived from Zhang Er's body and snatched away.

"A-Niang...", he knelt in front of Kong Mingyu, no tears welled up, only the sluggishness on his face.

Holding the already cold hand, the shirt on Zhang Er's waist rose with the wind and fluttered slowly.

Until a gust of wind brought those gifts to the sky and swayed, just like his heart now, was calm before the storm.

It's before the storm, it's the manic waves, and the calm before it hits.

There seemed to be something in his throat, choking, Zhang Er wanted to roar but couldn't make any sound, and the scorching air flow slowly rose from his back.

Until it covered his entire body, like a volcano about to erupt, throbbing, gathering strength before madness.

Anger, let me do it again.

I don't feel tired, I don't feel any shackles for me to open this cage.