Eight hundred miles south of Longji and five hundred miles north of Tianling are exactly where the three of them died in battle.

This is an endless pasture, but there are some similarities with the northwest grassland, these days, hundreds of grassland people have regarded this place as their home, felt bags, tents, and altars have been built, just for the moment of today's sacrifice to summon spirits.

In the air three miles away from the altar, two small Gushan Jindan Daoists watched silently, one of them was Zhemei, the Taoist stationed in Longji City, and the other was a new Jindan Zuo Hudao from the sect, they were ordered to monitor every move of the grassland people here to prevent the grassland people from harming the herdsmen, in fact, the nearby ranch people had already run out, the grassland people were vicious, who would stay here and touch the mold?

Therefore, it is said that it is surveillance, and it can also be said that it is watching the ceremony.

Zhemei Daoren was in a complicated mood, although Uncle Lianqin Zhenren didn't blame him for anything, but he still felt that the matter had come to this point, and he had a responsibility in it, if at that time, he could personally pursue Lan Xi, then the future battle would not have happened, and how could the grassland have an excuse to enter the Han country in a big way?

"Xuanyuan is making trouble, my little lonely mountain top tank, it's really ......" Zuo Hu Dao wanted to speak and stopped.

"Senior brother said cautiously. "Zhemei Daoist stopped his grievances, this junior brother is still young, and some things can't be seen through,

"After all, this matter can't be avoided by my little lonely mountain, the grassland people are going to various countries this time, there is a characteristic that I don't know if my junior brother can pay attention to?"

"What's so special?" Zuo Hu had just arrived, and many things were not clear.

"Until the end of the Han Kingdom, the grassland prince Zha Guzong has sent a total of fourteen envoys, each of which is five thousand miles away from the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, what does it mean?"

"It's just bullying the soft and afraid of the hard. Zuo Hu understood.

"Therefore, I said, after all, this is my little lonely mountain, the strength is not strong enough, there will be evil guests to the door, throughout the ages, it is better than that. ”

Zuo Hu was silent, and he couldn't argue, although the history of Xiaogushan was still above the rise of the grassland, but looking at those busy grassland people, there were no less than ten Jindan realm witches, you can imagine the potential of the grassland people, you know, even in their Xiaogushan, ten Jindan is almost half of the sect, how can they be willing to send here?

"I heard that the grassland put forward three conditions to the Xuanyuan Sword Sect?

Zhemei disdainfully, "It's just a sky-high asking price, the first two conditions are just words, they can't be true, in fact, they are paving the way for the third condition, if Xuanyuan refuses the first two conditions, he has a guilt in his heart, and naturally he will not set up obstacles on the third condition, it is still us who suffer, these barbarians are not stupid." ”

Unlike the people of the Central Plains, the sacrifice of the grassland people will choose to start at night, the sky is getting dark, hundreds of grassland people light dozens of bonfires, sing and dance, and they are ready to start.

More than a dozen monks of Xiaogushan and dozens of royal eunuchs of Hanguo stood on the hill three or four miles away. The night in the pasture is still relatively cold, and the monks don't care, but the mortals suffer a little. But none of these rulers of the Han Kingdom dared to return, and they all reached this point, and the return may cause extraneous branches among the steppe people, which no one wants to see.

The monks of Little Lonely Mountain are very silent, their dignity has been trampled on, and their tall and invincible image has collapsed in front of mortals, and how to face the sheltered in the future is a headache.

After singing and dancing, full of wine and food, the grassland people finally began to sacrifice, a priest stood on the altar with a long flag, three huge fires under the stage, the bodies of the three ancient people wrapped in spices and silk were solemnly carried out, and then set up on the fire, this is the heavenly burial advocated by the grassland people.

The fire became more and more intense, and the smell of burning the spicy spices and corpses wafted far away, unfortunately the crowd from Xiaogushan and Hanguo was standing downwind, and the monks could easily hold their breath, but the mortals couldn't, and soon several members of the royal family vomited.

The steppe people enjoyed the taste, they were completely immersed in their own rhythm, praying, dancing witch dances, praying again, and when the sacrificers waved their long flags and began to summon the spirits of the dead, the steppe people finally quieted down, and they looked to the northwest, where there was their homeland......

It is a solemn moment, sacred and undisturbable for any race, but ......

In the dark night sky, seven or eight points of light appeared, rushing in, and some of the sluggish ones were still cheering for this, thanking the gods for their appearance, but the high-powered ones felt the danger for the first time, great danger.

"Little Lonely Mountain, Xuanwu Gang Array. ”

Lianqin Daoist broke off and shouted, Xuanwu Gang Formation, Xiaogushan's top defensive formation, no strong enemy, no mortal danger, generally not easy to open the formation;

But Xiao Gushan's formation has not yet taken shape, and the killing has come suddenly, fortunately, the target is not them.

It was a flying sword, countless flying swords, gorgeous and full of death, and the night sky seemed to be unable to contain this rushing iron blade, mercilessly tearing apart any obstacle that dared to block it in front of it

The steppe people who were caught off guard suffered heavy casualties under the dense group of flying swords, and several of them were directly torn to pieces by the gods who wanted to use the law to regret the blade of the sword;

The light was fast and organized, and several high-crowned sword cultivators quickly occupied the important places in all directions, and in the blink of an eye, Xuanyuan's famous immortal sword formation that had been passed down for tens of thousands of years took shape.

"Vast Blue Sky ......" The people of the East Duwen Dao blinked their fingers and flicked their fingers, and the sword light swayed out like water.

"Who can speak of a sword?" echoed the west Watarata, accompanied by a fierce killing intent.

"Under the eternal age," to the south are the Chong Xuan Dao people.

"Only I Xuanyuan!" The final word of the battle was over, and the Immortal Sword Array shrouded a range of several miles, and no grassland person could escape the threat of the Sword Formation, but this was not the most terrifying.

The most terrifying thing is that there are three elusive lone travelers, Bu Lian who kills the sword line, Du Zhen, and Watanabe, who cultivates the white tiger and kills the star in the star sword lineage, these three people are bloodthirsty people, and they are particularly murderous, and they are not patient with the shackles of the sword array, but they like to rush into battle.

Under the impact of Xuanyuan Sword Cultivation, the grassland strong could not organize an effective defense, under the sword array, insight into the situation, whenever there was a strong man who wanted to unite together, they were ruthlessly scattered by the sword rain, plus Bu Lian, Du Zhen, Watanabe's waiting for the opportunity to ambush, one blow will kill, and the entire grassland group is close to collapse.

Seven inner sword cultivators, against hundreds of grassland people, including eleven upper cultivators of the Jindan Realm, were killed, and the ghosts cried wolf;

On the other hand, it also shows the weakness of the grassland people's brute strength in the face of real sword cultivation, this is not a competition of the same magnitude, this is a slaughter; poor grassland people come with a fierce momentum, thinking that they are powerful and powerful, but their beautiful longing is bursting like a bubble under the sharp flying sword.

Experienced slaughterers perfectly demonstrated their rich killing skills, precise vision of weaknesses, and extraordinary courage to attack, and these barbarians who boasted of themselves in the steppe and were accustomed to fighting with wolves and beasts, only learned that the most vicious thing in the world was still people.

"Shangzhen, didn't you say that the grassland people also have a real-level witch in charge, why do you just watch your family being slaughtered?"

Emperor Fu Jiang was happy to see it, but he could only regret that because of the distance, he could not take refuge under such a powerful sect, and it was not until later, as a hater of the grassland, that he could not bear this kind of unilateral killing, so he remembered what Lian Qin Shangzhen had mentioned.

"Yuanying Zhenren? Dawu? So what, someone is staring at him, he will lose his heart if he doesn't make a move, and if he does, I'm afraid he will lose his body. ”

Lianqin is really lonely as snow, but unfortunately, this is not her sect.