Broken Night

Chapter 601 - Nothing Matters Beyond Life and Death

The old man looked at Jin Qianji and said, "It seems that the Yunfu has long understood the way of the guest, so the old man needn't say more." After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes and stopped talking, his intention to see off the guest was fully revealed.

After Xu Yan and the other three clasped their fists at the old man, they turned around and left the strange hut.

After the three of them left the hut, the old man showed a thoughtful look: "What a strong flame... Is that a fire from the sky? It's interesting and interesting." After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes again, as if he was facing Xu Yan just now. Wiping interest is just an illusion.

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After Xu Yan and the others came out, they happened to see Shen Qiushu standing in front of the door waiting for the three of them.

"Old Lin announced that he received the three of them to rest. Tomorrow morning, he will lead the three to Kedao." Shen Qiu was calm in writing, and did not give them any special treatment because of their status as disciples of Yunfu.

The three followed Shen Qiushu as they walked: "That old Lin..."

Shen Qiushu snorted, and there was a rare look of respect on his face: "Lin Lao is the bloodline of Senior Lin Tianyi who built the [Sen Python]. The Lin family has guarded the forest for the south for generations, and he is the most respected person among us."

"As long as there is the power of the python here, Elder Lin can even face the powerhouses who shake the realm of the five palaces, and the power can reach the sky!"

Jin Qianji thought of the old man, and the mutual echo between him and [Cuihun]...

Probably because the blood vessels are connected, it can still have such a high sensitivity to the treasures left by the ancients?

While thinking, they have come to a small house. Speaking of a hut, it was more like a temporary dilapidated wooden hut, and the three of them could even see holes in the ceiling. Compared with this hut, Wen Hui's hut in Huihong City is much neater.

As if to see the silent expressions on the three people's faces, Shen Qiushu's face was expressionless: "All the buildings here are built by the cultivators themselves, so no one has built them so meticulously. After all, this place is precarious, who will I don’t know if I can survive tomorrow when I go to the battlefield, no one has the heart to put it here. I will rest for a while when I have time, at least it can increase the possibility of surviving.”

After finishing speaking, Shen Qiushu folded his fists and left.

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"Is there no major event other than life and death...?" Jin Qianji murmured softly.

Even Lan Mingxin didn't speak.

After all, these simple words are about life and death.

If you don't know if you can come back alive tomorrow, who would spend their time on these trivial matters?

Naturally, the three of them were not disgusted, and Xu Yan and Jin Qianji would naturally not mind such trivial matters when they were reincarnated as human beings. And Lan Mingxin grew up in a small remote village, so naturally he wouldn't mind this kind of windy and rough sleeping because he lived in the palace for a few years.

It's just that Lan Mingxin is a little worried: "Tomorrow, I'm going to go there. You don't want me to fight them, do you?"

Xu Yan laughed and said, "Of course not. You are a boy, so you probably won't be counted. And you are not good at fighting, so probably won't embarrass you so much. If that's the case, it will make those northerners a little embarrassed."

Jin Qianji also smiled and said, "Don't worry, if you really want to do it, we will have to do it for you."

Hearing the promise of the two, Lan Mingxin smiled happily again, and found some ingredients from the space to set up a fire to make dinner.

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It was night, and Jin Qianji sat down in the corner of the hut at will, running Zhou Tian.

Fortunately, Xu Yan stole the bamboo chair from Huihong Wenhui's hut and sat outside again to practice. And Lan Mingxin, the lazy child, fell asleep directly on the bed.

But soon, a harsh sound rang out.

dang dang dang dang dang dang...

A series of gongs rang out.

Xu Yan and Jin Qianji opened their eyes for the first time, while Lan Mingxin rolled over and continued to fall asleep, as if he could not be shaken.

Xu Yan and Jin Qianji looked around and saw that countless people were already running.

This is the **** front. It's funny to say that there are not many soldiers on the **** front, which represents the border between the north and the south. The vast majority are cultivators.

There are actually hundreds of cultivators mobilized in front of them. These hundreds of cultivators were running wildly one by one. After all, they were no strangers to the sound of beating the gong. That's the signal of an attack from the north!

Xu Yan and Jin Qianji subconsciously looked in the direction where the hundreds of cultivators were walking, only to see vines filling the entire wall, but they seemed to flow like life.

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In that hut, the old man stretched out his skinny palm, and poked it on the emerald green orb. The halo of the orb circulated, as if manipulating a great formation.

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The vines that had been blocking and guarding the gate shrank, revealing the passage and letting the cultivators from the south swarm out!

"Kill! Kill those northern barbarians!"

"Hahaha, I'm sure to earn today's military exploits!"

Countless cultivators shouted violently and took action one after another.

At this time, Xu Yan and Jin Qianji walked along the stairs to the city wall.

Looking down from the city wall, you can clearly see the battlefield. I saw that the battlefield was separated on both sides, with a clear distinction between Jing and Wei. On the one hand, they were waiting in a serious line, but on the other hand, they rushed in with a chilling aura!

"Kill!!!" Murderous!

Countless lights and shadows flicker on the battlefield!

Perhaps it is the light and shadow of a tattoo artist's tattoo technique, or it may be a tattoo artist's natal tattoo. This is the war of cultivators. The number of people on both sides combined is less than a thousand, but the fluctuations in the fight are extremely terrifying. Even if tens of thousands, or even more than 100,000 mortal soldiers fight, they cannot cause such terrifying fluctuations.

This is the war of cultivators.

If the common people are here, even a touch of the aftermath of the pattern technique and pattern is enough to obliterate a lot of them.

Only cultivators are the main force in this generational war.

Ordinary soldiers are mostly doing chores, and even guarding in the rear. If the **** front is broken, they are the cannon fodder that resists the enemy's pace.

That's all.

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Xu Yan and Jin Qianji looked at the battlefield below, and every flash of light and shadow may be the loss of a life. Neither of them has the kind of sympathetic character, but when they see their lives lost so easily, they still feel sad from the bottom of their hearts.

But the two of them were both strong-minded people, and they quickly calmed down. The next moment, their hearts were restored, and their eyes were looking around on the battlefield.

To be able to participate in the **** front, his combat power must be extraordinary. Because if the strength is not enough, but they think they can survive on the **** front, most of them will die after one or two battles.

Just at a glance, Xu Yan and Jin Qianji felt that the cultivators in the north had obvious advantages.

Their fighting style is simpler and more efficient than the southern cultivators.

Every shot is an incomparably accurate attack, if it fails, it will stick to itself first. In the south, there are more fancy battles. It seems that the flickering of light and shadow is really mighty, but in fact, it is just a waste of grain power.

However, compared to what Xu Yan and Jin Qianji had seen before, these southern cultivators were already very restrained.

Perhaps it is because they have experienced the killings on the battlefield and know how to use the smallest grain to exert the greatest damage. The entire battlefield was chaotic, yet orderly.

Seriously speaking of war, the **** front can only be regarded as a small fight. This front line is now a training exercise for the younger generation to fight each other and grow from blood and fire. Those who can survive are all elites.