I Have a Mythical Tree

Countless corpses were scattered on the ground.

The pungent smell of blood, the terrifying dead, and the blood that converges into a river are the main tone of this area.

From the collapsed land, from the severed river, from the many military tents, it can be vaguely seen that this is a military camp.

But at this moment, this place has become a Shura field.

In the Shura field, tens of thousands of soldiers were killed by various killing methods.

Among these corpses, some are in the form of gods, while others are huge and strange falcons.

But no matter how weird or huge, they have already been harvested and killed.

A group of seven figures were floating in the void, silently looking at the dying mammoth falcon beneath their feet.

These seven figures stood quietly in the void, and the bright moonlight in the sky made their shadows extremely slender.

Added a bit of eerie.

These seven figures all wore hideous ghost masks on their faces, and their bodies were also wrapped in extremely loose cloaks.

These masks and cloaks are all good utensils, which can hide the prying eyes of the strong.

"Ghost, should we go to the base of Xilin Mountain now, or turn back to the south and go to the southernmost Qiling barracks?"

A burly, strong man with a resolute face was wiping the blood on his sword with his own hands.

His spirit was extremely upright and his aura was awe-inspiring, but on his long bronze sword, there seemed to be bursts of cold air lingering.

If someone leans close to the long sword and listens carefully, they will hear countless souls crying in a low voice.

Crying is full of fear.

He is the sword master among the masters of life, and he joined the master of life in order to guard the Qingming of Xiantang, becoming the most chivalrous assassin.

Ghost Lord, the leader of the Seven Lords of Life, suddenly stretched out a hand.

From above his arm, a shadow flowed down.

Turned into a terrifying demon spirit, with blood flowing from both eyes, pale face, and tight lips.

The body of the demon spirit turned into a black curtain, covering the entire battlefield.

In every corpse, there is a dark aura emanating from it, which is swallowed up by the pitch-black curtain.

After a long time, the black curtain turned into a shadow, wrapped around the ghost master's arm, and disappeared.

"My lord ordered us to slaughter nineteen Qiling military camps. This Eagle Falcon military camp is already the ninth one. As for Qiling, although the upper echelon has been furious, King Xuanyun even executed several counselors, but they still haven't noticed our goal. path."

Yezhu's beautiful figure and charming long purple hair were all covered by the cloak.

She slowly opened her mouth: "I don't know how the lord got this Qiling army map. It is very detailed, and many roadblocks on the path and spiritual eye treasures are noted in small characters on the hairpin tassels. Those who want to give the lord this army map should He is someone who has a deep understanding of Qi Ling.

The child master looked in the direction of Tai Cang, wondering what he was thinking.

"You miss me too much?"

A voice came from the side of the child master.

Listen to the voice, it is an old woman.

She faced the child master, remained silent for a while, then suddenly said: "Taidu...it seems to be really different from Chang'an."

The ghost master interrupted their words, and finally said: "Go to Xilin Mountain, after slaughtering the tenth military camp, find a place to rest for a few days, the lord said, to slaughter the tenth military camp, you have to wait for his death." news."

Everyone was silent, but nodded slowly.

"Ghost, why do you always look half dead."

The sword master suddenly said, frowning: "In Xiantang, we have always killed people, but here it is different. What we kill is no longer the nobles of Xiantang who only know how to fight for power and profit, nor the noble warriors who sacrifice their lives. It's these alien races."

"Didn't you see it in the past few months? What we are doing is no longer a narrow political strife, nor is it sacrificed for a certain Mingzhu, but for racial justice! Even so, can't you be willing? "

Facing the sword master's questioning, the ghost master didn't know what expression he had on his face covered by the bronze mask.

The ape master is an old man on the verge of octogenarian age, he puts his hand under the mask,

He whistled softly.

A spiritual formation lit up behind him, and a ten-foot giant ape appeared in the spiritual formation.

The ape master flew to the top of the giant ape's head, sat down cross-legged, and said hoarsely, "I don't want to see you arguing, go to Xilin Mountain. I heard...the Qiling tribe there is called the Ape Spirit Tribe. Which one is stronger, the ape, or my ape?"

The seven figures galloped away.

Only the flesh and blood of the place was left behind, and the two Qi Lingling Mansions who died with unrepentant death.

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Yeming Secret Realm, Yugan Palace.

Ji Xia was looking at a small spot of light in front of her eyes.

The light spot was extremely faint, but when Ji Xia looked at it, she saw a small figure hovering in the light spot.

Ji Xia smiled, stretched her index finger, and tapped that light spot.

Suddenly, a vague figure appeared in the spot of light, saluting Ji Xia respectfully.

"My lord...Qi Ling has already guessed the six military camps in action, namely Longwudao, Chongshan, Xiyuanhe, Qingxiuling, Lvyue, Sishuijian, and Ziwuling.

Ji Xia nodded slightly, he said with a smile: "In this way, Lord Minsheng can still slaughter a few barracks."

"That's true, it's just that Xi Xiangshang Yin's compass seems to have noticed some clues. His compass pointer once pointed in the direction of Tai Cang." The vague figure replied.

Ji Xia didn't care at all: "It's just a mere direction, so what does it mean? As long as they can't be sure that this matter was done by Tai Cang, it's fine, and... In their eyes, Tai Cang still doesn't have the strength to slaughter them now More than ten military garrisons."

"Hmm... My lord is right. They doubted the big talisman and the floating island in Wugobi, but they didn't doubt Tai Cang."

Ji Xia nodded slightly, then smiled and said: "More than a hundred thousand soldiers were slaughtered by strange strong men who came and went without a trace, King Xuanyun and many Qiling radicals, I'm afraid they are all very angry?"

"All the tribes are stationed abroad, and all the tribesmen are also very afraid of their own army being slaughtered, but now that the battle is raging, and there is no way to reinforce them, and the places where the troops are stationed are important roads, it is not appropriate to withdraw all the troops rashly. So now Qiling is very lively."

The fuzzy figure chuckled lightly, but his voice was exceptionally soft.

Ji Xia praised and said, "Thanks to you this time."

The outline of shaking his head can be seen vaguely in the figure, and he said: "The king gave me rebirth, it should be."

The blurry figure dissipated, Ji Xia thought for a while, and wrote a few messages on the jade slips spread out on the table.

Someone said: "Yin Ding."

Yin Ding's figure appeared, Ji Xia handed him the jade slip and said, "You contact the ghost master and hand over this jade slip to him."

Yin Ding took the jade slips, saluted respectfully, and then disappeared.

"Thirteen barracks..."

A look of satisfaction appeared on Ji Xia's face.

More than ten spirit houses and more than one hundred thousand soldiers will all be slaughtered by the master of life.

"The seven Assassins of Jade City's combat power... are really extraordinary. When Qi Ling's matter is over, maybe we should investigate the high-level combat power of Baimu..."

Ji Xia secretly said: "If you can kill one or two of the peak combat power of the Lingfu Yudu, the pressure on Taicang and Dafu in the future will be greatly reduced..."