As night fell, a huge bonfire was lit on the grassland outside Hujia Village, around which many people sang and danced.

This is an annual celebration in Hujia Village, because on this day decades ago, it was Wei Wudao who led the Yanzhou army to repel the invading barbarians, drive the barbarians back to the depths of the Barbarian Mountains, and save Yanzhou from being devastated.

At the celebration, everyone ate meat, laughed and cherished the hard-won life now.

"Brother Wanyun, I toast you. The patriarch said to the evil self with a wine glass.

"Please. The evil self-born raised his glass, and the two of them drank it all.

Behind the evil self-spawn, the wind horse cow was lying on the ground, and suddenly it raised its head and looked into the distance in the dark night, as if it had noticed something.

"Phew. ”

The two fiery red horses stopped in front of the bonfire, and under the reflection of the bonfire, you could see that these two horses were bleeding slightly black blood, and they were actually two demon beast horses in the Dirty Realm.

These two demon beast horses used their running to wash away the shackles in their bodies with their aura, and the black blood that flowed was the filth in their bodies.

"It's the Han blood Chiji, what a good horse, presumably the two of them are the monks of the Yanzhou Army. The patriarch stood up from his seat and said insightfully.

On the back of the Han Blood Chiji sat two men in silver armor, one of these two men was in the valley realm and the other was Mahayana in the valley realm, majestic and arrogant.

This man who is in the perfect valley realm is a middle-aged man, with a full chin beard and big eyes, giving people a fierce feeling.

"Yes, the two of us are the Yanzhou Army, I heard that there are barbarian spies here, what suspicious people have you found recently. The middle-aged man had a very loud voice, as if thousands of troops were galloping, swords and guns were fighting, which was very tragic, and it scared several children into crying.

A person who has been on the battlefield for a long time naturally has a majestic momentum on his body, not to mention that this person is still a monk who has completed the Bigu Realm, but it is not so simple to be able to scare a child into tears with a few words.

These children, who practice martial arts on weekdays, have strong blood and strength, and are also extremely courageous, it is impossible to scare them with ordinary voices alone, and not only these children, but even the hands of many Qi refining cultivators are trembling slightly, fidgeting.

"From the heart, the voice of the adult actually makes people feel the killing on the battlefield, it seems that the adult is not far from stepping into the realm of Xiangwen, congratulations, congratulations. The Mahayana monk of the Bigu Realm behind the middle-aged man was a young man with a thin face, who was flattering and patting his ass at this time.

"What are you crying for, Yanzhou Army is the savior of our Yanzhou people, look at your cowardice, my Hujia Village's face has made you children lose everything, whoever cries again, practice for an extra hour tomorrow." The patriarch warned the weeping children, and immediately stopped crying.

The middle-aged man glanced at the patriarch and was a little surprised, "I didn't expect that there was a former strong person in the Xiangwen Realm here, but unfortunately you don't have enough blood in your voice now, even though your voice has the power of the Xiangwen Realm, but the strength is only the Mahayana of the Bigu Realm, I didn't expect that there is a character in a small village, which is a little interesting." ”

Sometimes a few words are enough to see through a person.

Patriarch Yun smiled lightly, and said, "Lord Qiyu, I am the patriarch here, but there are no suspicious people here, I'm afraid the adults are mistaken." ”

After the evil self-born subdued the demon beast of the Bigu Realm, the patriarch had no doubts about his identity for a long time.

The young man opened his triangular eyes, and there was a little annoyance in his eyes, "You are so bold, you dare to say that we are mistaken, could it be that you don't take my Yanzhou Army in your eyes, or do you think that you are even more powerful than the Yanzhou Army." ”

Reprimanding the former powerhouse of the Xiangwen Realm, the young man's face was very proud.

"Don't dare. The other party was quite unreasonable, and the patriarch's face was a little unhappy, but he could only forcibly swallow this breath.

Offending the Yanzhou Army, this crime can be big or small, small, it is not to blame for those who don't know, but it is a crime of secretly communicating with the enemy, and the entire Hujia Village has not had a good life.

The middle-aged man's eyes swept over everyone, as if he was looking for it, "You have to think about it, harboring and colluding with barbarian spies, but it is a big crime of killing the head, I advise you to be honest and honest, there is no wind and no waves, but I heard that people have found spies here, so I came by a detour, do you want to play Yanzhou Army." ”

The patriarch turned his head sideways, and glanced at the evil self-born with some apologetic eyes, "My lord, my Hujia Village, the Bigu Realm monk is just me, except for the seventeen monks of the Filthy Realm, and the thirty-three monks of the Qi Refining Realm, these people are recorded in the roster of the Yanzhou Army, it is impossible to be a spy of the barbarians, in addition to these people, there is only one foreign monk left in this Hujia Village, but this person has subdued the demon beast of the Bigu Realm, and he is indeed a disciple of the Beast Control Dao, and it is absolutely impossible to be a spy." ”

The middle-aged man laughed loudly, "It's ridiculous, if you subdue the demon beast of the Bigu Realm, you must be a disciple of the Beast Control Dao?" For the Slave Dao and the Greedy Wolf Dao monks, there is no difficulty in subduing the demon beast, don't talk nonsense, who is Wan Yun, get out of here." ”

With his strength, it wasn't difficult to find another Bigu Realm cultivator in the crowd, but he liked to use it this way.

Evil Zisheng stood up, and the wind horse and cow also followed behind Evil Zisheng and walked in front of the bonfire, "Lord Qiyu, in the lower ten thousand clouds, he is a disciple of the Beast Control Dao, he travels and passes by here, he is by no means a spy, and please be aware of it." ”

However, the eyes of the two Yanzhou military monks did not fall on the body of the evil self-born, but were attracted by the wind horse cow behind the evil self-born, and the greedy gaze in the eyes of the two made the wind horse cow follow the evil self-born more carefully.

The young man's eyes flashed, "My lord, it's the Wind Horse Cow, I didn't expect this kid to catch the Wind Horse Cow, this Wind Horse Cow is not only far faster than other demon beasts of the same level, but what is even more rare is that this beast likes to protect the spirit flower and spirit grass, if you have this beast, you will definitely be able to find a lot of spirit grass in this Yanzhou, and then it will be easy for adults to step into the realm of hearing each other." ”

Although the middle-aged man didn't say anything, the cruel smile that came out of his mouth betrayed his thoughts.

"What a barbarian spy, I have been looking for two people for a long time, let's die. The middle-aged man couldn't help but say, so he pulled out a bright knife from the horse's back, and slapped the back of the knife with one big hand.

A burst of screams from the blade pierced the sky, and the sharp sound seemed to vibrate in the ears of the evil self-generated, making him deafening and his eyes dazed.

There seems to be a picture in front of him, thousands of troops, and he has become a small soldier on the battlefield, fighting bloodily, and he may be shrouded in the battlefield at any time.

And the wind horse cow behind him seemed to have sensed the danger, and had already fled without a trace.

When the catastrophe comes, they fly separately, and this wind horse and cow are extremely intelligent, and they obviously know this truth.

"Mingjin knife method, this is a knife technique used to break through the Xiangwen realm in the Yanzhou army, as soon as this knife comes out, the opponent only wants Mingjin to collect the troops, and there is no fighting spirit, this person is only afraid that he will not survive. The patriarch shook his head and sighed, thinking that Wan Yun's death had nothing to do with him, he was also very remorseful in his heart.

But the situation in front of him was not something he could control, and he could only put his head to the side, unable to bear to see the next scene.

After Mingjin, the originally dissatisfied people in Hujiacun no longer had the heart to fight, and could only admit the fact that the winner was the king and the loser was the villain.

"I didn't expect the wind horse cow to escape, it seems that you haven't been able to subdue this beast, damn, if I had known that it was not your demon beast, I would naturally have other ways to deal with it, now that I have run away, it will be difficult to catch it again, boy, give me my life." The middle-aged man was furious, and with a swing of his big knife, he stabbed at the evil self-born chest.

In the face of the killing machine, the evil self-born party realized that his hands and feet did not obey the call, and the other party used the sound of the knife to control his body as if he was performing a Taoist technique, which was somewhat similar to the Nine Arrows Elegy that Mo Zheng had cast at the beginning.

Fortunately, with the experience of resolving the Nine Arrows Elegy last time, the current situation did not make the evil cause a mess.

"The dragon who crosses the sea of misfortune does not fall into the sea of suffering. ”

The battlefield is the sea of bitterness, only the winner can transcend and become the true dragon emperor, the emperor since ancient times, the reason why he became an emperor can be described as a success.

Those who can become emperors, which foot is not a mountain of white bones.

"If you don't fall into the sea of suffering, maybe it's not that you really won't fall into the sea of suffering, but you have already come out of the sea of suffering, so you won't continue to fall. For a moment, the evil self-born seemed to have some new understanding of these two sentences.

Evil Zisheng's hands and feet immediately recovered, and the Xianyang Sword instantly appeared in Evil Zisheng's hand, and his body moved, and suddenly disappeared from the eyes of the middle-aged man.

Bite.

The middle-aged man suddenly pulled the knife to protect his back with his backhand, and a sword blade stabbed on the blade, and he couldn't stab half a point at all.

The moment the evil self-generated space moved, he planned to directly stab the opponent's heart from the back of the middle-aged man, but the moment it appeared, the other party had already been alert, and took a knife to protect the direction of the attack of the evil self-generated immortal yang sword.

"The other party is about to step into the Xiangwen realm, the sound of my sword, he heard it clearly, with his perfect cultivation in the valley realm, it is easy to react. "Evil Zisheng's face is ugly, and the difference in strength between the two is undoubtedly revealed as soon as he makes a move.

The middle-aged man was shocked, and the powerful mana fluctuation directly shook the evil self-born back a few steps, and the Xianyang Sword in his hand was about to lose his grasp.

"I didn't expect that you still have a natal magic weapon, and it is also a precious space magic weapon, I didn't expect that the wind horse and cow ran away and there was such a harvest, it's a pity to kill you, let's be my slave." The middle-aged man said, throwing away the big knife in his hand, and then a magic weapon in the shape of a brush emerged from his palm.

This brush magic weapon is more than ten times larger than the ordinary brush, the pen column is an eyebrow-high iron rod, carved on the iron rod densely engraved with strange words, these blood strokes are neat, giving people a feeling of being very grand, but the words reveal the taste of conspiracy.

The tip of this brush is not the usual wolf feathers, but a slender blood-colored iron chain, which is fixed together and carried by the middle-aged man in his hand, and the blood-colored iron chain does not shake.

This chain pen appeared out of thin air, and it turned out to be a natal magic weapon.

Seeing the middle-aged man take out this chain pen, the patriarch's face changed greatly, "The words on this iron pen are the official book of the slave road, and you are the people of the slave road." ”

Being recognized, the middle-aged man laughed unscrupulously without scruples, "I didn't expect you, an old guy, to have some knowledge, and actually know the official book of the slave road, I heard that the spies were found here, and the two of us came, just to see if it was the rest of the slave people, but I didn't expect to let me find a good candidate for slave qualifications, this trip is not in vain." ”

The middle-aged man's eyes were full of interest as he looked at the evil self-birth.