The 10-year festival is a major event for the desolate people in the southern snow field, and many people will rush to the place of sacrifice on this day to hold a ceremony together to show respect to the tree spirits.

Among the tribes, a large black altar is located in the center, surrounded by a high platform, around which the priests perform rituals and the desolate people who come to observe stand on the high platform.

This tribe is named Qiqi, named after the ancient fierce beast as a totem, and its power is huge, and the elite of the 20,000 desolate soldiers who went to Qingfeng Valley came from here.

Because of the scarcity of resources, the desolate people will not build houses as extravagant and wasteful as the Tang Kingdom, they are all simple wooden houses and thatch, and the more luxurious ones are built with gold, iron and stone, they don't care whether they are gorgeous or not, they value practicality.

The buildings of the Poor Odd tribe are particularly strong, and this is one of the important factors that have allowed them to thrive in this harsh environment.

It's just that at this moment, the houses and buildings in the Qiqi tribe have collapsed, countless huge stones have fallen to the ground, the thatch is burning, and the wooden houses have become charcoal.

It was a mess, and the tribe of Nuoda was destroyed by more than half.

The desolate people inside were even more wailing, and the ground was full of corpses.

Blood and snow covered the walls, and tables and chairs were scattered.

It was in ruins.

The altar was intact, and the surrounding platforms were unharmed.

Lao Xiucai stopped his horse, and more than a million iron hooves roared behind him, flattening the entire Qiqi tribe, and even the ruins no longer existed.

Li Si, Chen Xuance and others followed behind.

It was a very good result to defeat the poor tribe, but there was no excitement or joy on their faces.

And the uneasiness in his eyes became stronger and stronger, and his heart was beating faster and faster in his chest.

The entire Qiqi tribe has just died of some desolate civilians, not even a warrior with a long knife, which is an unusual thing.

Especially when they came to the altar and stopped under the high platform.

Zhibai stood on it.

Mr. Four stood beside Zhibai with an umbrella, his face was flat.

The altar below had long since ceased to make any noise, and the people who had been performing the ritual just now had gone.

Yellow waves rolled in the distance, rolling wave after wave on the snowfield.

The waves are rolling from three sides.

Then they stopped nearby, and the soldiers on the border of the South Bridge realized that this was not a wave, but a desert army, which numbered in the millions.

There seemed to be more age spots on Lao Xiucai's face.

Chen Xuance's face is like gold paper.

Millions of sergeants, at least two-thirds of the strength of the entire Southern Snow Plain.

This is a trap that has been laid for a long time, this is an iron pot that has long been boiled for boiling water.

Just waiting for them to jump off.

The troops on the south bridge immediately changed their positions and defended on three sides.

The Purple Army drew his scimitar.

Li Si sat on the horse and was wearing yellow armor, which was very dazzling, and the Chang'an pro-army was silent.

Lao Xiucai raised his eyes to look at the high platform, and met Zhibai's gaze in the air, and let out a sigh on the old wrinkled face.

It turned out that the bet was lost.

Then he saw the others on the high platform.

There are eight people in total, not counting Mr. Four and Zhibai, there are still six.

All six of them are Five Realm Grandmasters.

There are three people wearing blue background gold cloud clothes from Yin Cao, and three people wearing sackcloth from the snow field.

The aura of the Five Realms Grandmaster was naturally different, and Lao Xiu could see it.

Li Si and others also saw it.

Chen Xuance sat on horseback and remembered what Li Xiu said, the corners of his mouth were actually flowing with blood, and his eyes were red.

"I have admired Mr. Wu's name for a long time, and it is an honor to see him today. ”

Zhibai looked down at him and bowed.

Wu Mobi asked, "Hu Er's death and those words were deliberately said to us, right?"

Zhibai nodded and said softly: "Sometimes dead people can also speak. ”

Lao Xiucai was silent for a long time, and he was most afraid to look back and think about some things.

"Worthy of Mr. Six. ”

He said.

Zhibai touched his nose and showed a somewhat shy smile: "Mr. Wu praised it falsely." ”

"If I'm not mistaken, your people have already begun to capture Xiaonan Bridge at this moment!"

Lao Xiucai asked again.

"Mr. Wu's clever calculation, it's true, but with Li Xiu's protection, he can't attack it for a while. ”

Zhibai said.

"Worthy of Mr. Six. ”

This is the second time he has said such a thing.

This plate is very big, and it is extremely exquisite, Zhibai is a person who is clever and calculates people's hearts.

He used the Ten Year Sacrifice as an introduction from the beginning, and then asked the High Priest to use the Trace of Heaven to kill or seriously injure Old General Chen, and then Chen Xuance, who was eager for revenge, would definitely not let go of this opportunity, and the bait of the Ten Year Sacrifice was indeed tempting enough, so even Lao Xiucai couldn't help but play it once.

It's a pity that Li Xiu intervened sideways halfway, and Zhibai killed Hu Er, deliberately revealing flaws in his words, exposing the secrets that the desolate people had hidden for many years, using them as bargaining chips to increase their persuasiveness.

It is precisely because of this last straw and Changlin's cooperation that Li Xiu was seriously injured, so the current situation has been achieved.

It is not an exaggeration to describe this step by step, counting the hearts of the people.

And kill two birds with one stone to stop them here, and send people to attack Xiaonanqiao, I am afraid that Xiaonanqiao will already fall after they get out.

This is the strategy and the decisive victory.

Chen Xuance looked up at the smiling face with a little shyness, and a chill actually filled his head, and his heart was cold.

Zhibai didn't answer as to whether these guesses were accurate, but just smiled and stopped talking.

"You have a lot of people, but you can't stop me from waiting. ”

Li Si said.

The Five Realms Grandmaster is indeed very strong, but it is not particularly strong under the power of a million soldiers.

It may not be possible to win the war, but it is not difficult to leave under the support of the Chang'an pro-army and the purple-clothed army.

Zhibai shook his head: "This is where you are inferior to Li Xiu, because he has never underestimated me, and you are still lucky even now." ”

His voice fell, and he took out a small seal from his bosom and threw it in the air.

Xiao Yin rotated slightly, and then a large array rose from all directions, enveloping all the Nanqiao border troops present.

Millions of desolate people gathered outside, looking at the Nanqiao Border Army and others who were wrapped in the big array with cold eyes and hatred.

This formation is very large, enough to encompass more than a million people, and it is naturally not small.

Lao Xiucai looked at this scene, his figure was a little stiffer, and the bitterness on his face was even stronger.

Li Si's face was finally no longer calm.

The shy smile on Zhibai's face disappeared, replaced by indescribable arrogance.

He stood on a high place and spread his hands, showing a proud smile, looking down at everyone.

"Now, why are you leaving?"