I live forever by seeking good fortune and avoiding disaster.

It was like thunder in the plain, and like huge waves in the mirror lake.

The war in the corner of the Thunder Flag broke out just like that.

The sky was dark, and the sun and moon were dim.

The mountains sank, thousands of cavalry charged, and beasts were everywhere.

Every moment, a group of lives were easily wiped out.

Almost all of the people who could make their own voices in this extremely chaotic battlefield were those who practiced the slave way.

Countless beasts, endless birds, and endless insects...

Blood, blood, all blood!

On this day, Fang Yang followed the footsteps of his seventh uncle closely, constantly avoiding and supporting in the rear.

The Thunder Flag was worthy of being specially built by the Sen family, and it was an unparalleled legion that could be passed down for many generations.

The position was clearly here and it did not move, but the enemy army just couldn't attack it, which was extremely magical.

However, in everyone's eyes, the Thunder Flag was still in a precarious situation and could be destroyed at any time.

But in the eyes of Fang Yang who continued to participate in the blood sea trial of war, he seemed to be in danger and avoided the seemingly excellent option, but in fact, he knew very well in his heart that he was in a safe area behind the medicine hall of Zhu Leiqi.

Seemingly dangerous, but actually safe!

Because in the tribe, the waves of crisis he suffered would only be bigger and bigger, because Sen Hui's saintly aunt had a problem with him.

Being targeted by a saint, it makes people shudder!

Comparing the two powers, he might as well continue to be in the blood sea trial of war.

'Empiricism kills people. '

'Sen Hui should have a crush on me, but if I really want to eat her soft rice, and eat her soft rice hard, I'm afraid the consequences will be unimaginable. '

'Heh, it seems that no matter which world it is, the cruelty of war is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people. . '

When Fang Yang saw one small tribe after another being pushed forward to serve as cannon fodder, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

If he was not a member of the Changkong clan, he would have been pushed out to block the light and thunder.

The battle of Xuanyu was too unfriendly to non-Golden clans.

On the contrary, it was a very good talent renewal model for the Golden clan.

The terrifying power of Yu Lei Shengzun can be seen here!

…

"Carry him over, don't move."

As the war continued, Fang Yang turned into a cold-blooded doctor in the back medicine hall.

Just now, a wounded man was in great pain and kept struggling, which seriously disturbed Fang Yang's medical process. Then Fang Yang gave him a heavy slap and made him fall asleep.

"You don't even know how to make Xiuling Powder, and you want me to come in person?" Fang Yang sneered at a certain girl.

"You can't save him, go to the first-class medicine hall." Fang Yang calmly announced the result to a certain patient.

"He is in too much pain, you should give him a decent treatment as soon as possible." Fang Yang said to the patient's relatives.

Patient after patient... Fang Yang solved them in a super efficient way.

He would save those he could save.

He would not even look at those he could not save.

Because of this, his war merit acquisition speed increased, far exceeding Fang Xuan and others.

At the same time, his reputation was also spread in a small range. Everyone knew that his alchemy and medical skills were amazing. They were both afraid of him and flattered him.

This day.

Fang Yang was starting a furnace in the square of the medicine hall to distribute broth and potions to everyone.

"Eat, Nannan, you will get better."

An old man with disheveled hair, withered white hair and a very bent back, came to his little granddaughter with a bowl of meat in his trembling hands.

But the little girl who used to be lively and jumping around, as if she never felt tired, now just lay motionless under the shade of the tree, her body cold.

"Nannan..." The old man sensed the situation of his granddaughter, his hand trembled, the stone bowl slipped, and the broth scattered all over the floor.

The old man picked up his granddaughter in panic, but only felt a coldness.

Before he could do anything, two medicine hall servants came to him and looked at him coldly.

These two medicine hall servants wanted to throw the little girl into the molten furnace to prevent the plague!

"Wuwuwu..." At this moment, the old man burst into tears and cried.

Gone, all gone.

His tribe is gone, his son and daughter-in-law are gone, and even his granddaughter is going to be gone.

At this moment, the hatred for the battle of Xuanyu, the hatred for the Yulei Saint, and the hatred for the Golden Family have reached the peak in the old man's heart!

"What a cruel and cold world, the eight major domains, almost all of them are ruled by the Venerable Dao." In front, Fang Yang looked at this scene from a distance and was deeply touched.

These were not crocodile tears, but he grew up in a world with red flags flying in his previous life, and there was still a trace of conscience in his heart.

In just a moment, Fang Yang returned to indifference again.

It was different, everything was different.

This was no longer the peaceful society in his previous life, and he could not go back.

…

The chaotic war seemed complicated and difficult to distinguish.

But in the final analysis, it was still: saving people in the rear and killing people in the front.

While Fang Yang was frequently saving people in the rear to accumulate military merits, Chen Xing, Zhang Ye and others also began to make achievements and rise in the front.

"Just stop here and keep a close eye on the enemy's beacon towers." Chen Xing stopped in a sand dune and stopped advancing.

A breath of turbid air slowly came out of Chen Xing's mouth, and then a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

He felt that he was born at the wrong time.

It would be better if he was born a few years earlier or later, so that he would not rush to the front line of the war just after he became enlightened.

What can a young man who has just become enlightened do?

He can't do anything, which is tantamount to giving military merit to the enemy!

But the ancestral precepts of the Golden Family are like this, even if he is a Xuehui spirit, he has to obey.

Of course, if he also has a saint father, it can still be manipulated.

Rules are used to protect the weak and to restrain the strong.

On the contrary, breaking the rules is to hunt the weak and release... the strong!

On the other side.

Zhang Ye rode a fire wolf and followed the centurion.

Beside him, there was a middle-aged strong man, which was the source of his confidence.

The reason why Zhang Ye dared to participate in the war on the edge of the front line was not only to gain military merit, but also to hone his spirit body, so as to improve his cultivation level and then firmly suppress Fang Yang.

‘Alas, spirits that are not derived from enlightenment are troublesome and subject to many restrictions.’

‘Fang Yang, that guy, only needs to stay in the rear to break through, and he doesn’t take risks like me.’

Zhang Ye sighed in his heart.

In fact, if Zhang Ye is willing to slow down his cultivation speed and be suppressed by Fang Yang, he can also break through steadily.

It’s a pity that he can’t, because there are also people in the Zhang family who are eyeing his position!

The significance of the Molten Crocodile Spirit to the Zhang family is not as significant as the Fire Eagle Spirit to the Fang family.

Suddenly, Zhang Ye’s eyes trembled.

Because he suddenly found that the battle situation in front had changed seriously, resulting in a change in the situation of charging.

A group of black-armored cavalry were rushing towards him, with murderous intent like a prison, destroying the camp and the formation, causing the middle-aged man who was guarding Zhang Ye to change his face...