"Is it really enough?" asked Xuanyuan Ziyi weakly.

Wu Qiutian whispered in her ear, "That's enough." ”

After returning to Potian and explaining to Houtu and others that he had no problem, he chose to retreat.

In the coma, the Wu Ancestral Spirit gave him a clear message that it was going to evolve, and the process of evolution may be long or short, but it is by no means suitable for activity.

Hou Tu and the others didn't ask why, and took care of the things that broke the sky, so that Wu Qiutian could concentrate on retreat.

The door of the secret room slammed shut, and Xuanyuan Ziyi entered a secret room, begging Lu Xihua to tell herself the method of the upper realm immortals and the lower realm not to fall into the mirror, and she also wanted to cultivate.

Lu Xihua said with some embarrassment: "This is the restriction of the heavens, there is no way, you can still maintain the cultivation of the heavenly level now, which means that this restriction is extremely weak now." ”

"Okay, then I'll go into retreat. Xuanyuan Ziyi said a few words simply, turned his head and closed the door of the secret room.

With his back against the gray-yellow door of the secret room, Xuanyuan Ziyi clenched his fists: "I don't want him to bear so much pain alone, I don't want to watch him get hurt again." ’

Hou Tu ordered the people to arrange for those fifteen monks who had survived the catastrophe to live temporarily in Potian, and then they had time to clean up the battle damage.

In this battle, the Terrans can be said to have lost their troops, more than 10,000 allied troops suffered heavy casualties, and there was a team of less than 900 people left, of which more than 200 were wounded.

Yu Canghai kept the sorted casualty data in his heart, and his arrogant head hung down slightly: "Ancestor, in this battle, I fought against 478 monks, killed 263 people, seriously injured 111 people, and suffered heavy losses. ”

Hou Tu sighed slightly: "It's hard for them, each of the seriously injured people will send a soul revival grass to the past, and I will personally treat the soul injured, Potian has already died so many brothers, and I can't stand the toss anymore." ”

"Yes. Yu Canghai took the order and left.

The drought fish who had been behind the back soil suddenly felt that his eyes were a little moist, once upon a time, the ancestors of the Wu clan also fought like this, and the battle of the Wu clan at that time was even more tragic than now.

"You don't want to be unbearable, are you?" suddenly a voice entered the ears of the sad drought.

The divine consciousness transmission came from the Northern Stygian Cloud, and the damage suffered by the people of the Northern Underworld family in this battle was not very large, and the number of casualties was not very large, so it can be said that the strength of the Northern Underworld family was retained to a large extent.

Drought replied coldly: "I don't need you to take care of my business, I have a way to teach that kid a lesson, and I don't need you to remind him." ”

Bei Shenyun said: "We are allies, we have the same purpose, I just remind you, lest my comrades-in-arms defect and end up hurting myself." ”

"I remember, I don't need to be reminded. "The sounds of the droughts are very cold.

"Just remember. A cold light flashed in the eyes of the Northern Stygian Cloud, which was not easy to detect.

His eyes never left the location of the secret room where Wu Qiutian was, and in his heart, Wu Qiutian, a relative of the Northern Hell Family who suddenly appeared, had become his biggest enemy.

When Wu Qiutian was injured and unconscious, he wished that Wu Qiutian would not wake up for such a long time, in that case, no one would compete with him for the inheritance of the Northern Underworld family.

In the secret room, Wu Qiutian closed his eyes, his mind fell into a state of emptiness, and he wandered out of the sky, his body was still there, but his thoughts had already flown away.

It seemed that he had been flying in the air for a long time, and the three souls, seven spirits, and ten small yellow points of light that he had painstakingly found were integrated into the golden villain's body one by one.

Unconsciously, I flew to a small courtyard, where a family of three was eating at the upright table of eight immortals, and children from time to time put inexpensive but delicious meals into their parents' bowls.

The young woman's eyes were full of love and looked at the little guy with a tiger's brain, and the man sitting in the right seat had a smile on his dark face, which looked particularly honest.

Why did they come to this place, why did they see this again, and who were they?

Once upon a time, when he was young, he never thought that he would also want to have such a life, but he was always accompanied by only the clone of Houtu, the bad old man of the lich.

The spirit involuntarily continued to fly forward, the clouds and mist in the air would always give way automatically, and he could clearly see the mountains and rivers below, and he could clearly see the faces of everyone below, as well as the every move of these people.

I don't know how long I flew, and I stopped again, this time at the gate of an academy, and the sound of reading aloud in the academy was full of righteousness. A teenager lay on the lattice of the window, eagerly absorbing the knowledge taught by the gentleman inside.

Suddenly, the gentleman seemed to have spotted the young man's tracks, and when he glanced at this side, the boy immediately lowered himself like a frightened rabbit, trying to avoid the gentleman's gaze.

The gentleman put down the yellowed scroll in his hand, gently opened the door, walked to the young man's side, and said to the young man who was squatting on the ground timidly and even trembling a little: "If you want to study, come in!"

The young man couldn't believe his ears, suspected that he had heard it wrong, touched the empty money bag, looked down at the bast shoes that had five toes on his feet, and blushed and did not speak.

The gentleman picked up the boy, smiled slightly, and took off his cloth shoes.

The young man suddenly knelt on his knees, knelt three times and bowed to the disciples' etiquette, and walked into the school under the guidance of Mr.

Wu Qiutian sighed a little, and before he could sigh, the nameless traction appeared again.

What I saw at the place I stopped this time was no longer the warmth I saw before, but full of blood.

On the vast grassland, the scimitars of the Hu tribe were raised high, and the iron hooves of the war horses kept making a loud knocking sound on the grass.

On the opposite side of the group of steppe cavalry, hundreds of ragged men held long knives, and the style of the knives was a bit like the Tang knives left over from the Kyushu continent, narrow and flat.

They gritted their teeth, and on the opposite side were dozens of times the enemy of their own, and the leader was white-faced and beardless, but he was extremely resolute: "Brothers in the death camp, today you and my brother were framed by traitors and fell into this field, since we can't live together, Yue Fei is willing to die with you!"

"Live and die together, live and die together!" The roar of less than a hundred people is comparable to the roar of thousands.

At the sound of an order, the long knife was unsheathed, the war horse slapped the turf on the ground restlessly, and the whistle sounded, and more than 100 people rushed out like arrows off the string.

This is an egg hitting a stone, this is a fight.

The vivid lives were slaughtered by the scimitars of the Hu people, and the undead war horses wandered around their masters, but their owners could no longer brush their feathers and feed them.

Wu Qiutian wanted to go up to stop it, but found that he was now in the state of a divine soul, and he couldn't help those iron-blooded men who were covered with wounds all over his body.

The body passed directly from the bodies of those men, and they couldn't touch it.

After a charge, seven or eight people remained.

Facing Hu Ren's bloody scimitar, someone showed a look of fear in his eyes, and he stepped back step by step. But this move was discovered by Yue Fei on horseback.

Yue Fei turned around and said angrily: "What are you doing!"

The soldier's face was still stained with blood, and he said with a cry: "Big brother, I don't want to die, I still have an eighty old mother at home, I was pulled in after only three days of getting married to my wife, I followed the eldest brother desperately, I don't want to die." ”

"The literati are dead, the warriors are fighting to the death, get up, come back, don't lose the face of the death camp. Yue Fei still had an angry face.

The man rode his horse, and it seemed that he wanted to return to Yue Fei's side, but after Yue Fei relaxed, his face was so angry and hideous, he held a Tang knife in his hand, and he stabbed Yue Fei directly in the chest.

Yue Fei looked at the man with disbelief, his eyes full of disappointment.

"I can't imagine that I, Yue Fei, have been crisscrossing the battlefield for more than ten years, and I have not died in the hands of those cowards who are afraid of things in the court, and I have not died under the enemy's scimitar, but I have died under my brother's knife. Okay, good! Qin Hui, you're very good!" Yue Fei spat at the mouth, but gritted his teeth and said a few good words.

Yue Fei was attacked, and the other living people exclaimed: "Big brother!"

There were even people who wanted to rush up to clear the portal, and the Hu man on the other end didn't seem to expect such a reversal. A look of surprise.

The leader of the Hu people waved his hand, signaling the Hu soldiers who were ready to charge not to charge for the time being, he wanted to see this good show, the betrayal, whether he died or lived in the end, it is still unknown.

"Don't, leave him, he has his Nanchu, and I, Yue Fei, have your brothers, and I have no regrets for a lifetime. Slowly closing his eyes while foaming blood, there was an attachment to life and a determination to die.

Qin Hui knelt on his knees in the direction where the Hu cavalry was: "Let's go! I surrender, home, I can't go back, if you can see my mother and wife, tell them that your brother Qin Hui has died on the battlefield." ”

When Yue Fei died, he suddenly realized that he had done something wrong, and he was very wrong. Because he killed Yue Fei, he would inevitably be infamous, and in the end, he was likely to be executed by the emperor, and even affect his family.

So he decided to use himself to drag the pace of the Hu people and give these brothers a chance to live.

He knew that these brothers would not appreciate it, he didn't need them to appreciate it, he just hoped that they would take care of their families for the sake of saving their lives.

Wu Qiutian's soul was divided into two, one fell and followed Qin Hui, and the other left with the departing warrior.

The soul that was left behind looked at the warrior Qin Hui who fell to the ground, watched an old man dressed elegantly dressed walk out of the Hu people, and watched the elegant old man persuade the generals to give up killing this traitor.

The people of the frontier hate traitors the most, they admire the enemy generals who die in battle, and hate those defectors who have no bones.

The split souls are automatically separated, he wants to gather the separated souls who have left, but he can't do anything, and the other split soul that left with those warriors seems to be uncontrollable, and wants to merge, but can only follow those people.

Thinking about it, he can't go back now, he doesn't know why this situation happened, Wu Qiutian decided to simply follow the two parties and see how far the situation will develop.