The light sound was followed by absolute silence.

Diesel Salt walked out of the carriage, he looked at Lin Yi with an extremely complicated expression, and naturally linked Lin Yi with the supreme existence among the Three Saints of the Southern Heavens in his heart.

He is an enshriner in the palace, and it stands to reason that he should be closer to characters like Shen Yue and He Xiu, but the more he has such an identity, the more he knows what the gap between himself and the Three Sages of Nantian is.

He is already strong enough in the human world, but compared to a character like the Three Sages of the Southern Heavens, if the other party is the kind of mountain that towers into the clouds and does not see the top, he is just a child herding sheep on the slope of the high mountain.

Now he finally understands why Li Mo smiled and said that Lin Yi is the most worthy of protection here.

Unlike Bai Yuelu, he didn't know how many members of the Demon Sect who followed him out of the desert after the legendary Lord of the Northern Wei Demon Sect unified the cultivation sect in the Northern Wei Desert back then.

However, in short, it was very rare, and in so many years, he had not heard of anyone killing a real Demon Sect member.

Now counting the one who was killed in Daoren City, there were already two real Demon Sect members who had died in Lin Yi's hands.

"Come and see!"

Before he could be more shocked with emotion, a voice sounded almost crying beside him.

It was Rong Yi who made this sound.

Because Chen is like this.

This Chen family military master, who should have been more powerful than diesel salt in his heyday, seemed to fall into a deep sleep at this time, but his skin was constantly oozing blood.

His breathing was weak and unsteady.

At this time, Rong Yi hugged him and almost cried, but he didn't wake up.

Maybe never wake up.

At this time, no one can be faster than diesel salt, and with a wind, he appeared in front of Rong Yi who was holding Chen Qianru for the first time.

He was originally the one who wanted Chen to die the most, but at this moment, there was no joy in his heart.

He frowned, reached out and took out a pill and stuffed it into Chen Qianru's mouth, and then crossed it with True Yuan.

"How?"

Lin Yi stepped forward, he looked at the silent diesel salt and asked softly.

What he was thinking about at this time was that what Qi Zhuji said sometimes was really reasonable, such as Diesel Salt, an enemy who was almost separated from them not long ago, after fighting side by side against a terrible opponent, it seemed that he had become invisibly closer.

"It won't be long, if there is no powerful doctor...... Diesel Salt turned around and saw that it was him, and his mind was a little unconscious in a trance. In his life, he had never seen a cultivator who had experienced such a battle and could be so calm and idle, as if he had nothing to do.

Rong Yi raised his head fiercely.

There was a mist rising in his eyes, he looked at the diesel salt, and couldn't help but want to say if it weren't for you, how could he be like this, but looking at the appearance of the diesel salt, he was sad after all, but he couldn't scold.

"How long can it last, how long can it last. ”

At this time, the last light of the sunset had faded in the sky, twilight swept the earth, and Lin Yi's face also fell into darkness.

He nodded at Rong Yi and motioned for Rong Yi to help Chen Qianru into the carriage and place him.

In the darkness, his brows were knotted.

Chen Qianru didn't know how long it could last, and they didn't know how long it could last, Daoren City was broken, even if Xiao Donghuang was seriously injured and dying, it might be able to slow down the movement of the army under his seat, but Zhongli City and the rest of the fortresses didn't know how long it could last.

The darkness also completely flooded the carriage carriage.

Although he knew that Chen Duan had fallen into a coma and had no consciousness, Rong Yi still tried his best to make Chen Duan's lying posture more comfortable.

He made room for Chen Duanru to make more places, looking at Chen Duanru who was like a clay puppet to be fiddled with, thinking about how powerful this person was in battle, the sourness in his eyes finally couldn't bear it, turned into tears, and fell down drop by drop.

His feelings were extremely mixed.

Crying at such a time seems to be a sign of weakness, and Chen Qianru doesn't seem to have much to do with him, and even for Tie Cejun, it seems that he may be a potential enemy.

However, such a powerful person fought for the Southern Dynasty so far, and it seemed that he would die soon, but he still couldn't help but feel sad.

His tears fell on his knees, and a few drops accidentally fell on Chen Qianru's body, he hurriedly wiped them, but his hands trembled unconsciously, and he turned his face away in the dark, and couldn't bear to look at it again.

In the dark, there are also people who are sad.

The Demon Sect member who had always stood on tiptoe in his usual walking and fighting was staring at the two carriages from a distance in the dark, his eyes full of sadness.

In fact, he is also a subordinate of the Demon Sect, and he is not too familiar with the dead companion.

The vast majority of them belonged to different sects in the desert they called the Heavenly Desert, many of whom had been enemies for generations.

Even if they all obey the will of the Demon Sect, after stepping out of the desert, many of them have their own implicit hostility, but at least they can be regarded as the same kind among the aliens.

Although there was nothing wrong with his choice as they were used to, he really didn't expect that this would be the result, especially since he would lose two companions who had come out of the desert in such a short period of time.

His feet actually hurt a lot.

The vast majority of true tantric cultivators in the Heavenly Desert, when they first began to practice, would use some unique Heavenly Iron and Meteorite Crystals to cooperate in their cultivation, and they would also pay a lot of price while gaining great power.

His incredible speed comes at the cost of not being able to walk on his feet like a normal person, and he will experience severe pain after exerting himself.

It's just that compared to the pain, it was loneliness that eroded his heart in the night.

There are fewer and fewer Heavenly Desert Tantric cultivators like him, and perhaps few people will understand the meaning of their battles in the future.

And most importantly, as far as he knew, there were only three beings like him in this area.

Now he was the only one left.

......

In the dark night, on another road leading to Zhongli City, Qi Zhuji opened a secret note.

This is the military information that has been delivered to him at home as quickly as possible.

When he saw the contents of this military information through the starlight, his breathing completely stopped, and his body became sharply cold in the summer night.

When the sun rises tomorrow morning, the Southern Korean troops in the surrounding counties will receive such military information.

It would be a disaster.

Previously, their entire Tiece army was ordered to go to Sicheng, where more than 70,000 Southern Dynasty troops under the command of Lan Huaigong were defended, and Lan Huaigong's department itself was the main force of the surrounding Zhou County to resist Zhongshan Wang Yuanying, but now Lan Huaigong is dead, and Sicheng has been broken.

More than 70,000 troops of the Southern Dynasties have been dispersed.