Seeing the fire of the national mountain, the night burned like day. At the foot of the mountain, they were already busy, and the soldiers of Dali Temple sent water one after another, and many of the soldiers of the Ink Scale Guard rushed into the mountains and forests with hoes and shovels.

In the distance at the foot of the mountain, a donkey cart dragged a cart slowly.

At the front of the cart was an old farmer with white hair and the clothes of the farming days. The person who followed at the end was holding a folding fan, wearing a mask that half covered his face, and was dressed in an ink-colored sleeved robe, deep and cold.

The person lying on the cart was the man in black who had just been devoured by the fire and had lost his life in front of Yu Yi and the others, and now he was black and lifeless, and his long sword wrapped in strips of cloth had also shown its original appearance

Chapter 288 of "The Wind Passes Ten Thousand Miles": Don't make trouble for Yu Yi is hitting in your hand, please wait a while,

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