Lord of the Night

"I had no choice but to set up a trap in your place."

Since things have come to this, Feng Yun has no choice. After all, he cannot speak out. He said politely: "Please go back and say a few good words to Deputy Chief An. After all, we are helpless during the peace period between the two sides."

An Ruoxing sighed: "It doesn't matter. The future is the future, but now during the ceasefire, it is very good that Young Master Yun can inform us."

"In this case, I will not delay Deputy Chief An."

Feng Yun said kindly: "The casualties are not small. Deputy Chief An will probably be very busy when he returns this time. Do you need me to pay some compensation?"

An Ruoxing said lightly: "The compensation for our defenders does not need to be paid by the Weiwo Zhengjiao!"

The King Xiao snorted.

An Ruoxing said calmly: "Ning Zaifei, your killing order on our side has not been cancelled. I advise you not to hum, go back early, it's good for you."

Ning Zaifei's face suddenly turned purple, and he said angrily: "When have I ever been afraid of Dongfang... Dongfang San... Military Advisor's killing order!"

"Hehe."

An Ruoxing sneered, and his eyes fell on Yin Shen Gong involuntarily.

Seeing the old devil was as sad as a walking corpse, burying his head and holding his brother's body.

The cold wind blew, and Yin Shen Gong's gray hair fluttered in a mess.

An Ruoxing felt a little sour inexplicably, and couldn't help but think of the time when his sister died. At that time... Was this devil also so sad?

Thinking about it, he waved away the inexplicable thoughts in his heart.

Turning his head, he said hoarsely: "Have you collected the bodies of your comrades?"

"We have collected them."

"Retreat!"

The defenders evacuated in an orderly team.

Dong Changfeng was the last to cover the rear.

Li Yao looked at Dong Changfeng with a fierce look, and Dong Changfeng did not show any weakness in his gaze.

Hengtian Spear glared and said, "What are you looking at? If you don't leave, I will kill you!"

Dong Changfeng said indifferently, "It's not that I underestimate you, Ji Hong. Although I am not your opponent, if you dare to kill me today, I guarantee that you will not survive for three days! If you don't believe it, just try it!"

Ji Hong said indifferently, "Life and death, who among us Jianghu people has ever been afraid of it? If it weren't for the truce, do you really think I dare not kill you?"

Dong Changfeng laughed loudly, "If it weren't for the truce, you wouldn't even see me! Goodbye!"

Finally, the Golden Snake Spear swung.

Follow the large army.

Tianwang Xiao said with a chuckle: "Ji Hong, you still don't dare?"

Ji Hong was angry: "Brother Ning, do you dare? Even if you are not afraid of the pursuit of the guardian, can you pass the level of Deputy Chief Leader Yan?"

Ning Zaifei sighed: "That's really hard to pass."

Then he patted Ji Hong on the shoulder: "Brother, you are lucky."

The voice was full of sighs.

Ji Hong also understood the reason. After all, Ning Zaifei had become a rat crossing the street some time ago, and everyone in the world beat him.

I don't know who Ning Zaifei offended.

At this moment, he became curious and asked: "Brother Ning, who did you offend some time ago?"

Ning Zaifei moved his lips and wanted to say: I am afraid I offended the illegitimate son of the chief leader and Dongfang Sansan...

But after thinking for a long time, he still didn't dare to say this.

He said angrily with a dark face: "Why are you so curious? Do you want to offend me too?"

"I dare not." Ji Hong still has some sense. He can't afford to offend anyone who can make Ning Zaifei like that!

"Why do you dare not ask? Can you die if you hold back your damn curiosity?" Ning Zaifei said angrily.

Ji Hong's face darkened.

He was so friendly just now, but his face changed in an instant. Is Ning Zaifei born in the year of the dog?

He turned his face and didn't recognize people.

Damn it...

Seeing that the battlefield was almost cleaned up, the bodies were almost packed up. They were gathered together.

Feng Yun asked Ji Hong to check it out. The defenders had indeed left.

So he ordered all the bodies to be packed up, taken forward for 60 miles, dug a big hole, and buried in blood.

"Hey! I hope it will be useful."

Feng Yun sighed.

He couldn't help but look up at the sky, always feeling that this was simply God's will.

An Ruoxing showed up without knowing anything. An Ruoxing had been a cautious and prudent guy all his life, but he was reckless just once in his life and actually stopped his plan!

How can this be justified?

Maybe in An Ruoxing's heart, this is still the biggest shame of his life. After all, more than 700 people died for no reason...

It can be said to be a super failure, right?

If it was just to lure out the snake, lure out Hai Wuliang and his group to kill, and obtain the body of the Divine Weasel Sect, this plan can be said to be a great success.

And the battlefield was arranged at the place where the big devil fell, which was just a temporary decision made by Feng Yun.

It was basically not included in the real plan.

But Feng Yun is a person who pursues perfection.

Since it is arranged like this, he wants it to be more perfect. Now like this, I feel extremely unhappy.

If someone deliberately blocked it, Feng Yun would not be so unhappy, but being interrupted accidentally, it is really indescribable depression!

And there is a feeling of "God's will", which makes people feel even more depressed.

"Retreat!"

Feng Yun finally sighed softly.

Among all the corpses, only Hou Fang's body was held tightly by Yinshen Palace and not taken away.

Under Feng Yun's order, no one snatched it away.

Otherwise, it would have to be filled in.

After all, the other people in the Southeast Headquarters were buried after death, and did not return to their roots.

Hou Fang was able to make this exception, which was already a concession from Feng Yun.

At this time, the pills that Yin Shen Gong and Qian Sanjiang took had already taken effect.

The two of them stood up silently with the large group. Qian Sanjiang wanted to take over Hou Fang's body, but Yin Shen Gong held it tightly.

Although he didn't say a word, his attitude of not letting go no matter what was extremely firm.

He had no choice but to let him hold it.

Came to the fork in the road.

The two sides parted ways. Yin Shen Gong had already adjusted his mood and bowed to Feng Yun to say goodbye: "Thank you for your consideration, General Commander. I will go back now."

"Be careful on the way, go back and sort out your thoughts."

Feng Yun said softly: "Hai Wuliang is not dead yet, you must be careful about everything. And in the future, we will continue!"

"I understand."

"Go."

"I'll take my leave!"

Yin Shen Gong and Qian Sanjiang hugged Hou Fang, and the two went in the direction of Yi Xin Sect.

The backs of the two people had a feeling of sadness and panic.

Feng Yi personally escorted them.

Feng Yun looked at Yin Shen Gong's back and couldn't help sighing.

"Yin Shen Gong is useless."

"Yes."

Ji Hong sighed and said, "It seems that he has no ambition in his heart. Even the devil in his body has been worn out. He is completely heartless and has a feeling of dead water without waves."

"This is normal."

Feng Er sighed and said, "Yi Xin Sect is just a third-level sect. It was forced to be promoted, and its strength cannot keep up. The headquarters assigned more than a dozen saint-level masters as a supplement, but they lost all in a battle, and even lost an old team member. But this old team member is an old brother who is willing to die for him."

At this point, everyone sighed.

In the Weiwo Zheng Sect, such a brother who is willing to die for others is really rare.

Feng Yun has such a subordinate. After all, the Feng family does have countless such dead warriors; but there is not a single such brother.

As for Tian Wang Xiao and Ji Hong...

They looked at each other and didn't say anything.

Because they don't even have such a subordinate, let alone a brother.

The two big demons, for no reason, actually envied Yinshen Palace.

The shadow master who protected Yinshen Palace before said silently: "Although Yinshen Palace's cultivation is not high... but he is also risking his life to protect his two brothers. If I can have such a leader, I am willing to die for him."

Everyone was silent for a while.

Yes, this is what Yinshen Palace has earned with its own actions.

"Speaking of which, it is really strange that our Weiwuzheng Sect actually has such a person."

Ning Zaifei, who said this, was glared at by Feng Yun.

"Yinshen Palace has three brothers. The previous Mu Linyuan was also the same. He died at the hands of Hai Wuliang. Now this Hou Fang also died at the hands of Hai Wuliang."

Feng Er sighed and said: "No matter how disheartened Yinshen Palace is, but... Hai Wuliang will never stop until he dies."

Feng Er said this, he said it unintentionally, but the listener took it seriously.

Feng Yun suddenly remembered another deceased worshiper of Yixin Sect.

Sun Yuan.

This name was known to Feng Yun because of Ye Mo.

Thinking about it now, Feng Yun couldn't help but reveal a meaningful smile on his face.

Well, I wonder how much Night Demon helped Yan Beihan?

The Night Demon I'm talking about is the matter of Dong Yunyu... Yan Beihan, do you believe it?

Turning to Tian Wang Xiao, he said: "Old Ning, please send these corpses of the Divine Weasel Sect back to Yan Zu as soon as possible, please."

Although Feng Yun is a junior, Ning Zaifei really doesn't dare to explode in front of Feng Yun. Don't look at him as the eighth in the Cloud Weapon List, but in front of a behemoth like the Feng family, he instinctively is a head shorter.

Ning Zaifei was a little reluctant. He had been holding it in for so long, and it was not easy to come out once. How could he be willing to go back so soon?

Said: "Let Ji Hong send it back. I'll play here more."

Feng Yun smiled bitterly: "I also want you to play here more, but Deputy Chief Sect Leader Yan has ordered that you can't stay outside for too long. As long as the things here are done, you must return to the headquarters as soon as possible. This is a death order!"

Tian Wang Xiao's face was flattened.

He knew that this was really what Yan Nan said, and no one else could say it.

He was still worried about Dongfang Sansan's killing order.

Tian Wang Xiao sighed, and in his heart he also complained a little about Yan Nan's paranoia. He was the eighth in the cloud, how could he be killed so easily?

But think about Xue Fu Xiao Rui Qianshan Yutian Banner Dongfang Chongming Wudaotian... It seems that there are really many people who can kill him here?

Ning Zaifei thought about it, took the ring full of corpses, and said embarrassedly: "Since Deputy Chief Master Yan is in a hurry, then I will go back."

"Haha!"

Hengtian Spear Ji Hong looked at the sky and laughed inexplicably.

This caused Ning Zaifei to stare at him fiercely for half a quarter of an hour.

At Feng Yun's urging, Ning Zaifei hurried away.     Then Feng Yun sighed.

"Retreat!"

...

Under the leadership of Mu Yun, the Blood Cloud Sect finally withdrew from the battlefield, with wounds all over their bodies, and everyone looked confused.

"Master, what happened today?"

Mu Yun's face was gloomy: "Who knows what happened? I guess I ran into some big boss's bureau... What bad luck!"

What bad luck.

These three words are the common thoughts of the seven people.

Let's go out and kill a few people in the chaos. Even if we can't kill An Ruoxing, we can turn around and run away, and resume the previous situation of chasing each other. Anyway, there is always a chance to kill them.

But...

This time we ran into the battlefield of the gods fighting, and we really had no choice!

Most of the people died in it without knowing it. Except for the guards, we didn't even know the origins of the other wave of people.

How unfair is this?

The bodies of the dead were thrown there, and the compensation also needed to be paid by the Blood Cloud Sect.

Of course, this is not a big deal. The real big deal is... In one battle, the strength was reduced by 90%!

What should the Blood Cloud Sect do?

Just as he was feeling melancholy, a shadow caught up, showed his identity and asked about his origins. It turned out to be someone from the headquarters.

Mu Yun and others could only report obediently.

As a result, from the leader Mu Yun, all seven people were given a big pot sticker.

Then they were ordered: "Get out!... Get out of here! You are such a jerk! Why are you causing trouble with such a weak strength?!"

The seven people ran again without waiting for their injuries to recover.

They almost ran out of breath.

They didn't stop until they were thousands of miles away. Everyone felt so screwed.

The leader Mu Yun was sulking while thinking about what to do next.

The other six people were silent.

They even doubted in their hearts: Is joining the Blood Cloud Sect the right choice?

It's not their fault. The main reason is that "bringing a bunch of ants into the battle of immortals and inexplicably becoming cannon fodder" can happen. It really makes people doubt the ability of Mu Yun, the leader.

It has to be said that this situation should have been judged long ago?

Is this a game we can participate in?

When gods fight, mortals suffer. We are not mortals, but we were originally outside the circle, but we were led by the leader to get into the circle and die...

Tsk, even if there are thousands of reasons, it seems that it is not justifiable.

And the reason why the leader took action this time was completely his personal vendetta - this is even more annoying!

As I said before, the result speaks for itself.

If Mu Yun succeeds this time, he will have both revenged and killed people to break into the foundation of the religion. Everyone is happy!

But... so many people died? Who is responsible?

Anyway, as subordinates, I did nothing wrong - I just followed the orders of the superiors, what's wrong with me?

Mu Yun and the other seven people took the pills, each of them was worried.

At this time, the seven people felt at the same time that the atmosphere around them suddenly became a little wrong.

Mu Yun was the first to be alert, opened his eyes and looked around in doubt.

Then, it seemed that an inexplicable momentum had approached.

Then a voice was heard saying, "Hey, mushroom, where are you going? What's the price?"

The seven people from the Blood Cloud Sect were confused.

What does it mean?

Then a man appeared on the top of a tree, hugged his shoulders, looked down at the seven people, and fell down lightly like a goose feather.

He was handsome, dressed in black, and had a playful look on his face.

As this man appeared, several more people appeared from all directions, forming an encirclement.

Among them, there was a woman.

If Fang Che was here, he would recognize them at a glance. Oh, aren't these my long-lost subordinates?

The people who came were the Night Demon Sect.

It must be said that the people of the Night Demon Sect have been extremely honest during this period of time.

Originally, the Night Demon Sect came out to do some work; but since hearing that Fang Tu was back.

Ding Jieran, who was responsible for leading the troops to cause trouble, suddenly became cowardly to the bone. That was really cowardly, from the inside out, from the heart, even Mo Wang and others could see it.

Just don't go out!

For this reason, he even changed his habit of being frugal with words. He said a lot more than ever before.

"No, you can't go out!"

"You must not go out!"

"Fang Lao... Fang Che is back. The leader is not here. You must not go out!"

"Anyway, you can't go out!"

"If you make trouble again, I will kill you!"

"Practice quietly!"

Although these words were not said in one day, it was already extremely difficult for Ding Jieran.

So, no matter how the Southeast Headquarters tempted him, the Night Demon Cult leader would hide.

If he said he couldn't go out, he wouldn't go out!

Even if the sky fell, he wouldn't go out!

In this case, whether the Southeast Headquarters wanted to catch the Night Demon Cult or Fang Che wanted to act, it was just a joke and pure useless work!

Mo Wanglong Yikong and others didn't understand Ding Jieran: "Why are you so afraid of Fang Tu!?"

"Is it so scary?"

"Isn't it just a patrol?"

Ding Jieran had only one way to deal with this: draw out the long sword with a swish.

"If you beat me, you can get out!"

The Night Demon Cult and others were silent at the same time.

This guy's swordsmanship is getting more and more sharp now, there is really no hope of winning.

During the days of hiding in the Night Demon Cult, everyone in the Night Demon Cult has witnessed Ding Jieran's madness.

He is silent and cold like a stone, but his desperate practice has moved everyone.

In the martial arts field, everyone saw Ding Jieran take out a lot of star iron protective gear with a bang.

He buckled his ankles, calves, thighs, waist, abdomen, chest, back, upper arms, forearms, and wrists with protective gear.

Each protective gear weighs at least 500 jin.

In other words, Ding Jieran is now carrying nearly 10,000 jin.

Then he filled a large bowl with water.

He put it on his head.

With this, he practiced swordplay. He must make sure that the movements are standard, meticulous, and complete the whole set of sword moves.

And each time he practiced swordplay, it was an hour.

In an hour, if a drop of water dripped out of the large bowl.

After the hour limit was up, he slapped himself so hard that his face was swollen! He was really strong, and his nostrils were bleeding.

Then he took a break, stared at his eyes and thought for a while, and started another hour.

All day long, he didn't say a word, and never stopped.

At the specified time, he took off his protective gear and the large bowl, and sweated all over. Rest, meditate, and sleep.

Tomorrow and tomorrow.

It was the same.

Seeing this, Long Yikong and others felt cold in their hearts.

Led by Ding Jieran, a group of people also began to practice in this way. For this purpose, Yang Jiucheng specially found someone to make a bunch of protective gear.

Two days later, everyone discovered that every time Ding Jieran took out and put it back, he actually put it into a wrist guard on his hand.

This guy actually has space equipment!

Everyone was shocked.

Mo Wang and Ma Qianli practiced against each other, but it was not a practice, but a punishment. After all, they couldn't be as cruel to themselves as Ding Jieran.

Niu Baizhan and Yang Jiucheng were in a group.

And Long Yikong was naturally in a group with Feng Wanxia.

The two agreed: wear protective gear, hold the bowl, and practice. If there is a leak, the other party will slap you.

At the beginning, of course, you can't carry as much as Ding Jieran, after all, even masters need to proceed step by step.

But each piece of protective gear also weighs dozens of kilograms.

It's natural that everyone makes a lot of mistakes when practicing like this for the first time.

Long Yikong and Feng Wanxia used to supervise each other: If you make a mistake, I slap you, if I make a mistake, you slap me.

At first, the slap was just a crisp one.

Then, when Feng Wanxia made a mistake, Long Yikong suddenly felt itchy and raised his hand to slap her, causing Feng Wanxia's face to swell up and her head to fall three steps away.

Long Yikong happily put his hands on his waist and laughed. He looked very happy.

Feng Wanxia gritted her teeth and continued to practice, and finally it was Long Yikong's turn to make a mistake.

Shaking her hands and slapping her hard!

Snap!

Long Yikong fell three feet away with stars in front of his eyes! His head was buzzing for a long time, and blood actually flowed from his nostrils.

He got up and looked at Feng Wanxia in disbelief.

Feng Wanxia smiled: "Punishment!"

"Okay, okay, okay!"

Long Yikong nodded hard and continued to practice.

Then the atmosphere between the two suddenly changed. One of them made a mistake, but he didn't dodge. He stood up and was beaten by the other party.

Then when the other party made a mistake, he would beat him up!

After a day of training, the others had swollen faces at most.

But they were beaten beyond recognition!

Long Yikong's eyeballs were dangling from the beating, and he was breathing heavily. Feng Wanxia was beaten so hard that her hair was messy, her face was purple and swollen, her nose was red, her mouth was bleeding, and her eyes were swollen.

The two of them didn't talk, and they staggered into their rooms to heal and rest, and continued the next day!

Then Ding Jieran found that he was not as hard-working as these two people in practicing.

He couldn't help but increase his difficulty again: How could he be compared to others?

After practicing for ten days, in a battle, Feng Wanxia almost tied with Mo Wang!

This almost made Mo Wang collapse: Oh my! Such obvious progress?

So he discussed with Ma Qianli: Let's start fighting for real!

From this moment on, the Night Demon Cult suddenly became a life-and-death battleground!

Every day was bloody, but every day was progressing. This improvement was obvious to the extreme: if you don't improve, you will be beaten! And the opponent hits you mercilessly!

You have to fight back after being beaten, right? But if you don't perform well, you won't have the chance to fight back.

Since everyone is really angry, who is afraid of whom?

We all have one life!

Under such promotion, the strength of the Night Demon Cult is actually advancing by leaps and bounds.

Finally, it was Ma Qianli's turn to go out for reconnaissance, and he brought back news: Fang Tu is in seclusion and can't come out! It is said that it is a critical moment for cultivation.