Chapter 392

In the middle of the night, the killing sound in the barbarian camp shook the sky, and the sacrificial altar woke up at the same time. The whole Beige peak defense line was reflected in colorful light and shadow.

The fighting continued for half an hour, and gradually subsided as a sacrificial altar fell to the ground.

On Fort 398, green ya'er stared at the distant bonfire, and the glittering tears slowly slid down her cheeks.

In front of her, the Dharma protector was firmly in front of her. Beside her, Lan Lan was hugging her shoulder and comforting her softly.

Mengmi and the Dejia couple also looked at the distance with a disappointed face.

The commotion in the barbarian camp had subsided, but the familiar figure never came back.

That night, Xiang Yang died.

The next day, the reinforcements from Sanqing finally arrived. The leader of the team was the current patriarch of wanfaxian sect, Emperor pufazhen.

......

In a cave

Lvya'er sat in a pavilion with a bleak face. She hung her head and didn't speak. It was just a night. She was haggard all over.

Beside her sat a kind-hearted middle-aged woman who was whispering in her ear.

An old man with white eyebrows, white beard and Fairy Spirit sat safely by a pond, fishing with a thin bamboo rod.

The bamboo pole was bare, not even a fishing line. Naturally, he couldn't catch anything. The old man shook his hand, and the thin rod turned into a virtual shadow and disappeared without a trace. On the mud ground next to the pond, a little green sharp buds burst out, and then rose up and turned into a arrow bamboo.

"Alas, the eight wastelands Supreme Master is a god man after all. He can't learn that skill..."

The old man clapped his hands and went to lvya'er: "ya'er, it's just me and your master, and it's in my cave. Can't you trust both of us?"

Green ya'er raised her head dimly with tears and a sad face: "Lord, ya'er didn't hide anything... I told you his origin long ago."

Pufazhendi sighed: "I shouldn't believe it, but if the little guy is really like what you said, how can he be so simple in the hands of the barbarians? The barbarians... Ha ha..."

The middle-aged woman beside green ya'er glared at him: "elder martial brother, will ya'er hide from me when she grew up with me? It is said that the child only had the cultivation of jiedan period. He broke into the barbarian camp alone and destroyed a sacrificial altar. If so many people watch, there will be false?"

She fondled green ya'er's hair with pity: "... If it weren't for her thin life, it would be a good match for ya'er! However, according to what we have seen during this period of time, there are many nine robbers who have fallen out in this chaos. They are all days..."

Emperor pufazhen looked at her and shook his head helplessly: "ten thousand years of chaos is just a chess game played by people with intentions, and the barbarians are just chess pieces. So are the hundreds of millions of monks in northern China, as well as the eighteen sects. Even the three supreme masters may not be chess players..."

He looked at Green ya'er, and there was a strange flash in his eyes: "ya'er, tell me the truth, did the child find anything?"

Green ya'er lowered her head and wiped her tears. She still shook her head: "Lord, I really don't know what you're talking about."

"That's all right, but don't stay in the Qitian mountains. Let your master accompany you back. Here, the North Sea can't fly. Younger martial sister, put away the Dinghai boat..."

......

A wild ridge somewhere in the mountain sea boundary

"It seems that it has detected something..."

The old man with the small cage sighed, squatted down, took off his straw sandals and pulled out a sharp thorn under his feet.

The wound was deep, but strangely, what flowed out was not blood, but a milky liquid with strange fragrance.

"Ruthlessness doesn't mean ignorance." the third looked up and looked at the blue sky.

He was dressed in blue linen, with a fist sized blood spot on his bald head, a black eye mask in one eye and tied behind his head with a hemp rope. He looked like a water thief who had been badly mixed.

"Regardless of his knowledge and ignorance! What's the use of playing these little tricks? If I'm unhappy, I'll whip it!"

The ferocious looking Dick slapped the whip in his hand, looking indifferent, but his lame foot betrayed him.

Originally, he had somehow deviated from the direction. It was only a few miles. First, the second child inexplicably stepped into a stone cave covered by rotten leaves, and then the third child was hit on his head by a thorn fruit falling from the tree, which would even the boss.

The boss lifted the small cage in his hand. The ants inside seemed to feel something and were crawling restlessly.

"Let's go. It's still a little uncomfortable..."

He sighed and limped to the front, followed by the second and third. The three looked like a small team fleeing.

They all seem to be ordinary mortals, but today, the wild suburbs where monsters are rampant are very peaceful. They are safe from sunrise to sunset and out of the mountains and forests, but there are still a lot of minor accidents.

Not far away from the mountain, there is a small town where hunters gather. There is a big smooth stone at the mouth of the town. Whenever hunters gain something in the mountain, they always like to take it to clean up. For a long time, the green and shiny stone surface has been stained with animal blood, with mottled traces of blood rust.

The night was already dark. The town was originally sparsely populated, and there was no ghost at the mouth of the town. The three old people sat breathlessly side by side on the stone. Before long, the stone even emitted a trace of blue light. When the light gathered, the three people had disappeared.

This time, it was in a big river with rolling waves.

Yes, it's a big river, in

The three men swam ashore in embarrassment, with several pieces of water and grass on their heads. The second grinned and pulled a foot long pike from his ass and threw it back into the river.

The old man with the cage looked at the river with a smile: "this little guy is very lucky..."

The second son gestured his middle finger towards the sky and scolded and said, "Mom, I don't know how much this time?"

The old three silently looked around for a few eyes. There was a flash in one eye, and then said, "it's not far, just more than a hundred miles!"

"That's good... It's all plain..."

The third pointed across the river and said faintly, "there..."

Dick

The turbulent river is rolling away, and the water surface is thousands of feet. It should be put at ordinary times, which is a little bit at the tip of the foot, but now it's a little difficult.

But here is located in the wilderness, no boat, no bridge, and even no big trees. The three had no choice but to swim by themselves.

I don't know if I filled a few mouthfuls of muddy river water. The boss was hit by a huge wood. Even those small river crabs were bullied on his head, and a piece of the third man's earlobe was clipped off

When he finally got to the other bank, the second was cut by the sharp stones raised in the mud.

The three climbed to the sand and stone ground on the bank. The boss and the second looked at each other and suddenly laughed.