Lisheng was not attracted by this question, he stared sideways at the stone wall, and then suddenly reached out and broke it off. Lu Hanxiao hurriedly went to stop him in fright, but he waved his hand and said, "It's okay, the little monk is no longer in the sea of suffering, and this stone is useless to me. Behold, this stone seems to have been moved."

Fifth Ting approached to take a look, she stared at her, and said very quickly, "Yes, this stone has been cut, and the traces should be medicine pestles."

The "medicine pestle ......" pinched the half-cut rebirth stone and asked thoughtfully, "Fifth donor, what would happen if this stone was made into powder and asked someone to flush it with water?"

Hearing this, Fifth Ting immediately understood the meaning of his words, she pinched the rattan strap on her shoulder, and said heavily: "Like touching, falling into the memories of the past life, muddy, and unable to be freed."

When Lu Hanxiao heard this, he immediately looked around at the deceased stones on the surrounding walls, and said in a heavy voice, "These stones have all been collected by the medicine pestle!"

"Could it be those people?" Wu Shiliu pondered, "But what are they collecting these dead stones for? Could it be for alchemy to take and increase spiritual power?"

"The Dan Dao can be described as a sad way to become an immortal, and it is extremely difficult to refine the Love Pill." Fifth Ting said firmly, "Even if it is my master, refining this elixir is also three, and its seven points also depend on the fortune of heaven."

The more Lu Hanxiao thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, he seemed to be faintly able to sense something, but he just couldn't tell the truth.

He stared at the Stone and asked himself, "Then what are they collecting the Stone for?"

He turned to look at the three of them and said, "The altar has been completed, but the Demon Dao has not opened the altar for a long time, and perhaps these stones are one of the reasons."

Fifth Ting scratched her ears and asked, "Is it to control the soldiers from breaking away from the shackles of the formation?"

He shook his head and said, "I'm afraid not."

"They were given to the soldiers of Cana, but not to control their minds." Lu Hanxiao pondered and was extremely frightened, he was already shocked by the truth that surfaced, and then looked around these dead stones solemnly, "It is to build an army with spiritual power."

Wu Shiliu took a deep breath and said quietly, "Then the enemy that this army will destroy first......

Waiko.

In the tent of the atrium, Jiaohe sat in a corner draped in a heavy woolen blanket, and Burigood was talking to the desert people in the atrium, who had come here after fleeing from the desert, and had asked the royal court guards in the atrium to meet the king, but the guards claimed that Burigood had been rejected by the Canadians, and that the king of the atrium was unwilling to meet the warriors who had not killed themselves.

"On his heart, the totem of the oracle." The desert man was dressed in a thick woolen jacket, and the thumbs of both hands were clapped with palms, "He is a royal family?"

Jiaohe silently watched the bonfire in the tent, ignoring the words of the desert people, the red flames swaying, flickering brightly, the eagle totem on his chest was rich in glass fluorescence like muscle ink.

"Perhaps, but after being captured, he and I were slaves." Burigood smiled lightly, and he poured half a bowl of steaming butter tea, "The royal family will choose to die in a duel and will not give in. He's alive, he's not royal."

"Hmm......" The desert man lowered his head in contemplation for a moment, then raised his head, "Soon a new duel will come. The king is lobbying the tribes scattered in the desert, and the tribal leaders from the depths of the desert have personally brought their people to join, but there are too few. The last great battle did not frighten the Canadians, they are still staring at us in the desert, countless round shields, and spears that block the eyes of the gods, it is terrible."

The desert man covered his eyes with his hands to indicate the number of spears. When Jiaohe saw this scene, what he remembered was the scene of Kuroko being pierced through his body with a spear, guarding in the desert without looking at him.

He felt his nerves twitch and snapped, and closed his eyes.

After drinking the butter tea, Burigood put down the wooden bowl and asked, "Dear Abba, please tell me, have any samurai returned after the last great war?"

"They are all dead in battle, they are the king's personal guards, and they have sworn to the great Talaten that they will not give in. They have kept their vows with their lives, and they have all been brought back to Talateng by the messengers." The desert man said proudly, but his expression darkened in the blink of an eye, "The scattered part

Most of the leaders were reluctant to bring their samurai, and they said it was an unfair duel." Chinese Net

It's never fair.

Jiaohe remembered the bloody massacre in his childhood, and his pain deepened.

"I've met the leaders of those tribes, they gave me food and water, and they kept me alive to the end of the desert." Burigood used a dagger to cut the lamb that was roasted on the bonfire, "If the king does not defeat the Canadians, the leader of the tribe will not choose to join him, this is the rule of the desert, the law of the jungle."

The sharp blade cut the tender and fatty mutton, and after putting down the knife, he took the meat into his mouth with his hand and ate it in two or three bites. The alluring smell of natural spices and flesh permeated the tent, and Jiaohe sniffed lightly, sliding between his throats.

"Yes, the rules of the desert were set by the great Talaten, and the mighty warriors would never follow the weak." The desert man smiled and put his arm around Burigood's shoulder, "Your Abba brought you to me to marry my son to the wind and sand, but unfortunately he died too early, and the divine envoy took him away, and you are the child that Talaton favors the most."

Wind and sand, this refers to the custom of the desert people, two men become the closest brothers, they share honor and suffering, and they grow up together from childhood. As long as the other party is alive, they will never betray the other party, and they will even give their lives for the other party. They shared food and pure water, as well as each other's slaves.

"I lost my best answer, and Abba found a new one for me." Břígood restrained his smile, "But he died early, too."

"Child, go to the Left Court, while the king of the middle court still has room to fight back, you can go to the left court and tell the king of the left court, let them bring all the warriors of the left court, and use the wind and sand to drive away the Canadians." The desert man squeezed Burigud's shoulder hard, "While there is still time and opportunity, your legend is believed by all in the desert, and the women place your wooden figures on the bonfire, praying that the newborn child will be as strong and strong as you. The king of the left court will definitely believe you. And we...... More samurai are needed."

Burigood glanced up at the desert man, and then sank his jaw slightly, he was thinking about something.

"Old man, what about Zheng Guoren?" Jiaohe suddenly spoke in silence, "The Cana people haven't attacked the atrium for a long time, has something happened? Are the Zheng people at war with the Canadians?"

"I heard from the parade warriors that the Zheng people fought against the Cana people outside, and they were very few and they ran fast on horseback. The Canadians had no horses, and eagles followed them wherever they went." The desert man exhaled melancholy, "That's the falconry method inherited by the Right Court, it's too smart, the Cana people can't do anything about the Zheng people."

"But the situation will be broken, I have seen the army of the Canadians with my own eyes." "They are as vast as the sea, but our warriors are like grains of sand in the desert, one by one, and they cannot fill the whole ocean."

The deserter stood up on his knees, threw his wool scarf back to his shoulders, and said lovingly, "You are a wise child, and the king of the court has forsaken you. But Břigood, you will not give in, like your father. Go, go to the left court. The king of the atrium wants anyone who can pick up a scimitar to go to the court and make an oath to join the final duel. I'm old, but I can still pick up a scimitar, and I'm still a samurai."

The desert man turned around and removed the old scimitar hanging next to the curtain, the jeweled scabbard had been eroded by the years, and the mottled rust was covered with rust, and he wiped the handle with his wide sleeve, and then held it and slowly pulled out a corner.

The moment the edge lit up, he lifted the curtain and walked out.

The campfire in the tent was swaying by the whirring wind, and Burigudyun sat on the blanket in contemplation.

"Only by concentrating all the forces of the desert can you stand against the Canadians, who you were there and saw with your own eyes." Jiaohe stared at him with a faint gaze, "There are a lot of them, maybe not a million, but almost close to a million."

Břigood looked at him from the other side of the campfire, and then said in a heavy tone, "Their spears are sharp."

The whites of Jiaohe's eyes were as hideous as a demon in the shadows, and he bit the words and said, "The samurai's scimitar is also sharp."

"They have immortals, and the fan comes out

Wind can easily cut off a person's body." Burigood said calmly, "Neither the Zheng Guoren nor the samurai can stop it."

"There are not only desert people in the desert." Jiao He shattered his doubts, "There are also immortals on the sacred mountain you revere, and their swords can cut through the sea."

"We are mortals, and immortals don't bother with mortal duels." Burigood narrowly sideways his gaze, "It's not fair that a proud warrior won't defile a duel."

Jiaohe replied mercilessly, "The Canadians don't care about justice, they have immortals. You can fight a fair duel with the dignity of a samurai, but the Canadians will kill all the deserters, and the heads of men and children will be cut off regardless of whether they are higher than the wheels or not. Your women will be their slaves."

Břigood looked back at him, and the flickering bonfire distorted his countenance to the river, and the same did to Břigood.

Bruzhgood said with some weakness, "I'm just a mortal."

"But that's not what the legend of the desert says." Jiaohe spoke faster, "The people of the desert say that Burigud is a man who has been reshaped by the gods, and when you die, the desert will blow a sandstorm, and you will be reborn from the sandstorm."

Burigood inexplicably touched the necklace on his mouth, where a bright red feather fell.

He said casually, "It's the sorcerers' nonsense."

"Whether it's gibberish or not, you are a legend that the people of the desert believe in, and the tribes that live in the depths of the desert still believe in you." Jiaohe glanced at the curtain, and his words meant something, "Even the old warriors are willing to sacrifice their lives for the desert, is the great Burigood afraid?"