The green mountains are hidden in the blood mist, and the shadows are abundant, like a giant beast in ambush.

The mountain breeze blows through the mountains and forests, and the trees are rippling, with the fresh air of grass and trees.

On the old land of Qingcheng, the mountain that had been watered by demon blood only a few days ago is now free of blood, and only the mountain is as black as ink.

The original bright demon blood has no spirituality now.

As if sensing the coercion from the sky, the giant beasts surrounding this mountain began to scatter and flee, kicking up smoke and dust to obscure the sky.

The two black shadows in the sky gradually disappeared, and several figures quietly fell on the mountain. Looking down, you can vaguely see that between the pitch black, there is a touch of dark red.

As night approaches, there is occasionally a mountain breeze blowing, and the slightest sweltering heat blows on the face, and there is a feeling that the mountain rain is coming.

Sure enough, not long after, in the blood mist, the blood-colored rain blew down obliquely, and then the blood rain gradually increased, like a scoop pouring down.

If it weren't for the fact that everyone had already seen this, it is estimated that when they saw this blood rain, they would have to worry about whether this blood rain portrayed any bad signs.

Wu Zhao flipped it over, took out a big tent from the Qiankun ring, set up a tent on the top of this mountain, and then burned charcoal to make a fire to cook a hot pot. The charcoal was prepared early in the morning, and with the Black Jade Qiankun Ring, it was much easier to store these things.

Wu Zhao had a square inch of things, and the Heavenly Sword had long known about it, so it was no surprise that he had seen it.

But the other four big men were shocked, and secretly sighed that he was worthy of being like a fairy!

Although Wu Zhao was not familiar with them, one of the four had seen Wu Zhao's ability. At the beginning on the shore of the East China Sea, Wu Zhao slashed alien monsters with a knife, like immortals descending into the world, saving them from danger, the picture still hovering in his mind from time to time.

Many ordinary people have long worshiped him as an immortal-like existence.

If it weren't for the fact that modern people don't set up the immortal card and the immortal temple, it is estimated that hundreds of people would have erected the immortal plaque or immortal shrine for him at home, thanking him for his kindness and begging him for protection.

Wu Zhao pulled out a few plates of meat slices that had already been cut from the Qiankun ring, and said, "This is the most delicious place on an elephant demon, everyone is welcome, eat more!"

The big man looked a little dazed, and was silent for a long time, and then picked up the chopsticks, silently picked up the meat slices, and put them into the hot pot, the movements were quite synchronous.

Heavenly Sword poured them wine on the side, and they did not refuse.

Perhaps, this will be their last dinner on earth.

Regardless of whether tomorrow's work is successful or not, they can afford the glass of wine that Heavenly Sword poured for them.

Between men, after drinking, the relationship naturally becomes familiar.

One glass is not enough, then two......

Not enough, that bottle, two bottles......

As long as you are not a person who is too principled, it is easy to make friends at the wine table, although this kind of friend is often just some wine and meat friends.

Sometimes, Wu Zhao's principle is actually not very strong.

In the eyes of others, he is a god-like figure who is high above, but in his own eyes, he is also a person who walks faster than others on the path of cultivation.

Thinking back a few years ago, he was just an ordinary ordinary person, so what qualifications did he have to look down on others?

Otherwise, he has always had a good temper.

It's just that he doesn't know what to say to these four people for this dinner.

If they are lucky tomorrow, they may be able to survive, but if they are unlucky, or their will is not strong enough, then this meal is equivalent to a 'severed head meal'.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little dull, a man who had lost an arm raised his glass and said, "My name is Zhou Chang, maybe the Heavenly Sword Sect Master doesn't know me, but I know the Sect Master, and my life can be regarded as the Sect Master's fight for me." Of course, there are many people who have been saved by the sect master, and they will definitely not know about me...... little person."

Wu Zhao grinned, he really didn't know this person.

Zhou Chang is right, he has saved so many people that he can't count them himself.

If there is merit in this world, he thinks that he should be regarded as a person of immeasurable merit! Thinking of this, Wu Zhao faintly became a little proud.

At least, he didn't disgrace what he had learned.

"Don't rob me tomorrow, let me try it first!" Zhou Chang said again: "Without this arm, I once felt like a wasted person." Although I have now come out of that predicament, I know that I will definitely not have the opportunity to sacrifice my life for my country in the future. ”

Unconsciously, his tone became a little excited, "As a modern soldier, it is a bit too pretentious to say that the horse leather shroud. However, as a soldier, I am most proud to be able to die a well-deserved death. Tomorrow, you all watch with your eyes wide open, and if I can succeed, then surely you have a chance. If I fail, then I hope that my failure can bring a little help to your success, and don't make my sacrifice seem worthless!"

The other three men responded violently, excluding Tianjian, Wu Zhao, and Bai Ling'er, and drank and sang by themselves.

What songs can soldiers sing when they get together?

It's basically a military song!

This made Wu Zhao a little embarrassed, and he couldn't play a piece at all!

Heavenly Sword seemed to be the same, but he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with these four guys.

It's a bit rude for them to do that.

But everyone has looked down on life and death, can't they still let them go crazy before they die?

After a night of revelry, the four big men got drunk and fell asleep in the tent.

Wu Zhao sat on the edge of the cliff, one foot was suspended in the air, swaying gently, one foot was bent, holding his elbow, feeling the caress of the night breeze, and the night after the rain seemed cooler and more sober.

Bai Ling'er stood behind him, watching silently, without disturbing his thoughts.

After Tianjian helped a few drunks to sleep, he walked to Wu Zhao's side, stood in the wind, and said, "What are you thinking?" He was not as careful as Bai Ling'er, perhaps, he also needed to find someone to talk to.

Although he was a senior in the Imperial Spirit Army, he was not originally a soldier like Wu Zhao.

However, what is better than Wu Zhao is that there is no shortage of soldiers among his former friends, and his master used to be in the army. Later, when the war was won, his master returned to the mountain to cultivate.

Therefore, for soldiers, Heavenly Sword has a natural reverence psychology.

Wu Zhao came back to his senses from the fugue, thought for a while, and said, "I'm thinking, in those myths and legends, the way to become the god of mountains and rivers doesn't seem to be complicated, the gift of the king of the world, and the condensation of human beliefs, or the edict of the heavenly court...... None of these methods need to go through this kind of bloody pain. Can we think of a way to make a god too?"

When Tianjian heard this, he was dumbfounded, and secretly thought: You really dare to think about it!