A day later, on the north side of Beige Peak, two thousand three hundred miles away from the main peak.

This place is almost close to the foot of the mountain, in front of which is a rugged mountain rock, behind which is a relatively flat gentle slope, and within ten miles of the side, there are two identical small fortresses, standing with each other's horns, and the three hundred and ninety-eight where the Floating Jade Sect is located is the one at the forefront.

"Xiang enshrined, it's too dangerous here. You see, in comparison, the mountain behind here is the most gentle, and it is just in front of the third line of defense, which is a standard place for soldiers to fight, and after the battle, this will be the focus of the barbarian attack!"

Huquan stood on the stone wall at the front of the fortress, looking down with his head down, his face gloomy.

Xiang Yang had already circled around the fortress several times, and was in a stone pit a few feet outside the wall, looking around for a while, and then squatting down, knocking on the ground with his hand, making a muffled sound.

His strength was too great, and he didn't seem to use any force, but he felt a slight tremor under his feet on the stone wall.

After knocking a few times, he stopped and listened carefully, Xiang Yang's face was happy, he patted the stone powder on his hand, swept back to the wall, and squeezed his eyes at him.

"Huquan Zhenren, are you saying that Lei Zhen Zhenjun can't protect me well?"

"Ahh Don't dare, don't dare!" Huquan listened to a cold snort from behind him, the cold sweat was about to come down, and he quickly shook his head.

Xiang Yang smiled, stretched out his hand and pointed to the place where he had just knocked: "There should be an earth-based spiritual vein underneath, I'll arrange it again when I go back, and let those barbarians come and go, you can rest assured." Besides, I have made a military order, and I won't blame you when Xuanhu Zhenjun comes. ”

Huquan sighed, said no more, made up his mind in his heart, and when he went back, he would let Dexin and Mengmi come to the third place, so that they could take care of it.

......

According to the reported battle news, the assembly of the barbarians has basically been completed, and the first wave of attacks is about to begin.

Every time there is chaos, it starts from the Sanqing Plain and ends with the Sanqing Original, just like a big drama, where is the stage for the protagonist, and the rest of the place is just some supporting roles.

Faintly, Xiang Yang had a strange feeling, this chaos seemed to be a huge sacrifice, the purpose was not the rich land behind the Qitian Mountain Range, but some kind of ritual.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain all the strange actions of the barbarians.

The Qitian Mountain Range is millions of miles long, and the front is the vast wild land, which is extremely convenient to mobilize, and it is impossible for the monks of the Northern Shenzhou to defend in all aspects, but they just stare at the attack of Sanqingyuan, which is quite a bit of a meaning that Loulan will not be returned if it is not broken.

Now that it has been a bloody battle for 10,000 years, the barbarians don't know how many people's lives have been sent, which is really too weird.

Although the legend says that the barbarians are all tenacious guys, as an intelligent race, how can there not be a few wise people who control such a huge wild land?

But what exactly are they sacrificing? What kind of rituals take 10,000 years to give hundreds of millions of lives as a tribute? If so, how terrible is the purpose of the barbarians?

Every time he thought of this, Xiang Yang always had a creepy ominous feeling, as if in the dark, a huge crisis was approaching step by step.

He stood on a newly erected high platform and looked into the distance, in the past few days, the barbarians had begun to move forward slowly, and in his sight, the far sky had been smeared with a trace of bright color, and with his eyesight, he could already distinguish the layout of the camp that was distinct.

The barbarians seem to be very fond of using very bright colors, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, all colors, but mixed together do not look messy, but have a different kind of beauty, in the increasingly tense atmosphere, like a beautiful and deadly poisonous snake, which may burst out at any moment.

In the camp, in addition to the continuous tents, there were huge black shadows.

According to Huquan, it was a war beast unique to the barbarians, Jumeng.

Each adult giant is a hundred zhang high, and the huge body is like a small hill, and some mutated giant meng can even grow to hundreds of zhang.

The most important thing is that the giant skin is thick and thick, and it is also immune to most spell attacks, making it one of the most headaches for the Northern Shenzhou monks.

In addition, in the center of those camps, there are also high platforms, each of which is a hundred feet high, and it will glow with a dark light every night.

That is the barbarian's sacrificial altar, and it is also an enlarged version of the totem pole, which is somewhat similar to the monk's array plate, and can play the role of forbidding the air and forbidden the law within a certain range.

"This scale, at least hundreds of thousands..."

The endless tents on the horizon, no matter how much you try to see, you can't see the end, just the front, counting the number of tents, the estimated number of barbarian warriors is already an astonishing number.

That night, a faint shadow crept out of the fortress and quickly disappeared.

Seeing is believing and hearing is false, Xiang Yang decided to go and investigate in person, so that he could know the root cause before the war.

As for the so-called forbidden law and forbidden space, it may be a mortal threat to the vast majority of immortal cultivators, but for him, this is simply a battlefield tailored for him, and he has the urge to directly steal a sacrificial altar and go home.

From a distance, the grassland in front of you is flat and wide, and when you reach the top, you find that there are actually a lot of potholes below, and there are many stones the size of a grinding plate, and in some places there are even deep holes, but they are covered by lush weeds, so it is difficult to find.

Xiang Yang summoned the Wind Treasure Silk and walked quickly against the ground, he was dressed in black, and the Wind Treasure Silk was invisible and colorless, like a ghost in this night, except for the slightest wind sound, there was no way to detect it.

These hundreds of miles are half an hour's journey.

After a while, the camp tent in front of him was clearly visible, and even the piles of bonfires in the open space could be seen in the gaps.

Xiang Yang had already expected it, put away the wind treasure silk, stood firmly in the grass, Lingjue looked around, and was surprised to find that the vitality here had become obscure and unpredictable.

He tried to summon a water archery technique, but it seemed extremely difficult for the vitality around him to gather, and then using the power of the golden pill, a little crystal clear water light appeared on his fingertips and turned into a trace of mist and drifted away.

"This is the forbidden sky and the forbidden law? It's really magical... It seems that there is a suppression of spiritual sense, and even my spiritual sense can only probe a few dozen feet. ”

He looked up at the light of the fire in the distance, and bent his waist and walked along the grass.