Zhao Xiaobai nodded, and said in his heart: I didn't expect that Li Xiaoyu, a human gangster who didn't look at it for 10,000 people, and the bullshit gang he often mentioned, would come in handy.

Speaking of this, Bao Ruhei hurriedly confessed a few words, pulled out a carrier pigeon from his body, took out a paper roll, hurriedly drew a few strokes, tied the pigeon's legs, and released it.

He said: "I have sent a message to Senior Brother, although this thing is not as fast as you, but it is familiar with the path, and with your bad problems, it should have reached Yangdu before you." ”

After speaking, the others were like a wisp of smoke, flying up to the treetops and rushing straight to Gaogang.

His uneven breath came from afar: "Zhao Xiaobai, today you blind cat touched a dead mouse, which can be regarded as helping me." The last time I was stung like a pig's head by a wasp, I won't pursue it. ”

"But what kind of numbness are you, why don't you put an instruction manual in the secret compartment?

"Hmph, did you do that?"

When Zhao Xiaobai heard this, he couldn't help but stare at the little girl, and secretly slandered in his heart: Damn!

I, Zhao, have really been moldy for eight lifetimes, how can I be such a bastard bastard as a senior brother?

A scourge like him is not the number one scourge of Qingluan Fengyi? The name of the number one scourge has actually been planted on my head?

Those people don't know where their eyes look......

When she separated from her little junior sister, Zhao Xiaobai explained to her many precautions.

For example, you should change into earthly clothes, don't be too ostentatious on the road, don't enter the forest, be extra careful in the transition of the boat, don't drink the dirty water in the ditch, don't steal cucumbers from other people's vegetable fields to eat, and don't talk to other people's little brothers casually...... And so on and so forth.

Of course, the key point is to keep in mind the "Three Character Sutra of Cultivating Immortals".

After thinking about it, he felt that since the war started, the monks with some means should be running around the war machine, as far as the little junior sister is concerned, there are not many who can bully her, it would be good if she didn't bully others, and she didn't have to worry too much.

"A few high-grade spirit stones, secretly hand them over to the master, you just say that I still have a lot of them here, and there is no shortage of these pieces, tell him to use them quickly!"

"He always rises like a snail! I don't like to look at him like he looks useless!"

Zhao Xiaobai finally said this to the little junior sister.

As soon as he finished speaking, the purple lightning shone, and he had stepped onto the sword spirit and went straight into the clouds.

The senior brother hasn't seen him for several years, and this time there should be some wine to drink, he thinks so.

Yangdu is located in the central and western part of the Great Chu State, on the bank of the mighty Yong River, and has been the famous Jiangjin fortress of West Niuhe since ancient times.

Zhao Xiaobai Imperial Sword Cloud, a few miles away from the city of Yangdu, pressed the cloud head, he knew that if he flew into the city rashly, it would definitely be a bitter fight, although he had not yet experienced the bloodshed of the war, but he could imagine some.

The suburbs are ten rooms and nine empty, with ruins and broken walls everywhere, and many places are scorched, so that people can feel that there have been tragic offensive and defensive battles here. Occasionally, there were patrolling soldiers and horse teams, and even "rebels" who were caught, dragged by their horses.

Zhao Xiaobai didn't make a move, he didn't know what kind of situation the senior brother was facing in the city, so he made a rash move at this time, not to mention the grass and snakes, and he might not even be able to save people, and he would be hunted down.

The war between the tribes has always been full of killing, and everything in front of him has made him know in his heart. However, despite his mental preparation, when he approached the city gate, he was still shocked!

On both sides of the road, there are piles of headless corpses!

In the spring sun, many corpses were rotten, flies and vultures were flying and chasing the corpses, and crowds of people walked along the road with their noses covered, their eyes full of terror, hatred, or despair......

A few hundred meters away from the city gate, there were groups of soldiers escorting the "prisoners" and kicking them to the ground, and officials with civilian clothes and ornaments read out the documents in their hands, and then, with the "click" of large blades, you could see the sprayed blood, and the slain fell like a piece of dead wood.

At the door, there were tall black-clad warriors roaming on war horses, their faces covered by black helmets on their heads, only their nostrils were exposed, and their eyes were glowing.

From the heavy murderous aura and the smell of blood all over their bodies, they can be judged to be identities: Demon Divine Warrior Guard.

Most of these people only have the realm of Qi Refiners, and they belong to the lowest level of the monk group. Although this place belongs to the world of cultivating immortals, it does not mean that everyone can practice, and for ordinary civilians and soldiers, they are unshakable and terrifying existences.

There were crowds of guards at the gates of the city, and the heads of the crowd hung on the top of the city!

The skulls appear to have been soaked in potions, and appear to have been dead for a long time, but not yet fully decayed. Zhao Xiaobai shrank in the crowd, his eyes swept slightly, and he saw some vaguely familiar faces.

I can't remember the name, they are the same gate on the North Mountain.

But there is one person who is impressed, yes, it can't be wrong, he is a young man who seems a little weak, his deep eyes are full of wisdom, and his long figure exudes a faint fragrance of books.

He is the third senior brother on the Boundless Peak, the personal disciple of the head master, and he has at least a 4th-order cultivation in the sky. This is not a weak hand among the younger generation.

I remember that many years ago, it was this senior brother who took himself to see the head of the house for the first time, but his light tone contained enthusiasm, and his attitude of not being arrogant or impatient was full of the warmth of his peers.

He was only in his early twenties, and if he were in a peaceful world, he should be receiving the influence of knowledge, or showing the wings of a white crane on the side of a picturesque mountain cliff.

But now, his head is hanging high in the country!

There was a tingling pain in Zhao Xiaobai's heart, and the Dust Sword seemed to be about to let out an angry roar, he knew that he couldn't do this, his figure suddenly disappeared into the crowd, and when he reappeared, he was already in the city.

Standing on a deserted corner, he silently cornered, calmed down a little, and then walked along a wide street, half-asleep and half-awake, slowly merging into the flow of people on the street.

The inside of the city seems to be calm, and the city gates and the outskirts of the city are completely cold and fire.

In some places, there are new slogans: The demon clan and the demon clan are clothed with water, peace and common prosperity!

The people of the two ethnic groups join hands to create a better tomorrow together!

All rebels are looking for death, and only obedient surrender is the only way out!

Etcetera......

Most of the time, the subjugation of one ethnic group by another ethnic group is not a complete killing, but also includes subjugation of people's hearts, such as supporting puppet regimes and flaunting "autonomy...... Wait a minute.

So the street is often seen "dog legs", with a team of demon soldiers patrolling around.

It's an old drama that has been repeated in many worlds......