The Great Wild God

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Dark clouds obscured the stars and moon, but the sky flames on the top of the Tushan Mountain still wiped the bright purple light on the desert sand sea, never sinking.

In the Red Maple Fort dungeon, more than a hundred bitter slaves squeezed each other on the dirty grass mattresses, bed bugs crawling all over the floor, only the three-inch square hole above their heads communicated with the ground, allowing fresh air to flow into Red Maple Fort The light came in.

The bitter slaves are also divided into three, six or nine classes. A bitter slave like Chen Xun who has a cultivation base is naturally qualified to lie comfortably under the vent, and there is also a piece of grass mattress around. Open your eyes and squeeze over.

Chen Xun distracted, and could sense the restless mood of the monks and stewards above, fearing the unpredictable destiny.

Chen Xun hugged his head and rested. Like other slave slaves in the dungeon, he had nothing to worry about about the fierce battle between Qiyun Mountain and Qian Jianzong.

Whether it is Qiyun Mountain defending Chifeng Fort, or being defeated by Qianjianzong, thinking of quarrying fortresses and digging in pits cannot do without these slaves.

There are also many bitter slaves with faint excitement hidden in their eyes, secretly communicating, planning to escape from the chaos when Chifeng Fort is captured.

Chen Xun also hesitated in his heart. He didn't have any good feelings about Qiyun Mountain, but apart from Chifeng Fort, he couldn't find a place to hide, cultivate spiritual power, and refine spiritual veins for a while. .

At the same time, Chifeng Fort is really going to be broken by the Thousand Swords Sect. The Thousand Swords Sect will inevitably scrutinize all the slaves again and re-apply other control methods. Chen Xun wants to stay, it is difficult to guarantee that in the process Do not show horse legs.

The reason why Chen Xun was able to easily get into the ranks of slave slaves in Chifeng Fort was that the true disciple of Qiyun Mountain, Wei Che, was too proud, and he did not bother to personally take action on the captives, so that Chen Xun could easily get through it. It is difficult for him to conceal his cultivation in front of Wei Che who is at the peak of the late stage of the fetal return stage.

There was a huge earthquake at Chifeng Fort, almost overturning the entire ground. Some miserable slaves were caught off guard. They were thrown high by the earthquake, and the bricks and stones above their heads "crushed" and fell, making everyone cry. Shouting mother.

Through the ventilation hole, Chen Xun saw a corner of the night sky outside Chifeng Fort, the flames and sword shadows crisscrossing, and a panic scream came from outside the ventilation hole:

"No, the people of Thousand Swords Sect are here again!"

Chen Xun's mind was stunned. He ignored other wolves howling ghosts and the bitter slaves who avoided falling rocks. He retreated to the corner of the dungeon, meditated cross-legged, and released the magic that hides the spiritual veins, gathered spiritual power from the lake of Xuanbinghuo, and refined it. The heart talisman that the Qiyunshan disciple cast in his body.

Whether to go or stay, you can look at the situation and wait for an opportunity, but in a critical moment, you can't keep this constrained game in your body.

"Wuxun!"

There was a loud shout outside the dungeon door, and Chen Xun was shocked. When he looked up, he saw two Chifeng Fort stewards shouting outside, urging the guards to open the iron door of the dungeon.

Chen Xun didn't expect to be so unlucky. Just after refining the Heart-Serving Talisman, the manager of Chifeng Fort ran down to look for him. He quietly condensed two sword arts secretly, and if something went wrong between the two stewards, he would not hesitate to kill Chifeng Fort before talking.

"You have the opportunity to make contributions. As long as you can help guard Chifeng Fort, you will report to the sect in the future to relieve your hardship and leave it to stay. However, if you want to come, you don't need to remind me of the power of the heart charm... "The two supervisors called out their names next to the cell, and all the bitter slaves who were in their cultivation base shouted out of the cell.

Chen Xun didn't expect the two stewards to come to the dungeon, asking them to help defend Chifeng Fort. He sneered in his heart. Chifeng Fort had reached the level of requiring slaves to assist in the defense. It can be seen that it has not been long to resist.

Chen Xun has no affection for Qishan Yunshu. How could he risk exposure to defend Chifeng Fort, but thinking that this is undoubtedly an opportunity for him to get away, he will be found abnormal for a while, so he stayed there for the time being, and the other seventeen Eight bitters followed the two stewards from the dungeon and walked to the high wall.

Just less than two kilometers away from Chifeng Fort Stone Creek, there were thirty or forty Qianjianzong monks wearing vermilion and yellow clothes. The imperial ambassadors attacked the defensive battle aggressively. The aura from the device collided with the five-color forbidden light leaked by the formation, making loud bursts of thunder, and like fireworks exploding, it also brightened the dark night.

Under such a fierce offensive, Chifeng Fort's defensive ban seemed precarious, and the five-color aura formed by the ban was constantly fluctuating, and it seemed that it could be breached at any time, much weaker than the last time it was activated.

The six monks guarding the fort in Qiyun Mountain all stood on the high wall, watching this scene with solemn expression. In order to minimize the direct attack of the enemy of Thousand Swordsmen against the defensive formation, an old man wearing a moon white gown took the lead to release a sapphire bead. After flying out of the defensive formation, it suddenly became bigger, as if a round of blue light was spilled. Yuanyue resisted several flying swords of Qianjianzong disciple Yushi after the battle.

Chen Xun estimated that the Qianjianzong dispatched a total of 20 cultivators in the fetal stage. Among them, there were four or five cultivators in the late stage of the fetal stage. Compared with the first raid, Chen Xun estimated that the combat power was almost increased. Doubled.

Chifeng Fort's defensive position is still lacking, and Chen Xun doesn't think that with the six guarding monks, he can repel the Qianjianzong attack. Although after they walked up the high wall, there was a middle-aged monk wearing a scribe's gown, who repeated the words in charge, and also inspiringly promised them that these bitter slaves would join as long as they assisted in defending Chifeng Fort. With the opportunity of the Qiyun Mountain Sect, Chen Xun was only secretly pondering the way to get out.

The Qiyun Mountain sect did not send reinforcements at this time, or Qian Jianzong implemented the strategy of encircling the spot to fight for assistance, using Chifeng Fort as bait, actually set up heavy troops on the halfway, and had already sent the reinforcements from Qiyun Mountain. If it is killed, either Qian Jianzong will directly send personnel to encircle Qiyun Mountain, making Qiyun Mountain unable to send reinforcements.

No matter what, Qiyun Mountain cannot protect itself. At this time, even a small life may not be saved. Even if there is a chance to join Qiyun Mountain, there is not much temptation.

But thinking about it in his heart, Chen Xun and the other bitter slaves obediently took over the weapons issued by the monk guarding the fort.

"What are you good at?"

"Sword." Chen Xun said, taking a black iron heavy sword from the middle-aged monk.

The middle-aged monk wearing a scribe's gown, holding a purple fan with a sapphire handle, and two other young monks in the womb-returning realm, took Chen Xun and their slaves down the high wall and sneaked out of the secret door of Chifeng Fort , Divided into three strands and outflanked the other side of Stony Brook.

After being promoted to the womb-returning realm, cultivate spiritual power, imperial magical weapons, sword tactics, and spells. The power is far more powerful than the casual cultivation of the true sun realm, but when it comes to physical strength, in addition to the number of ways to refine the body In addition to the cultivators of, the ordinary cultivator in the womb-returning realm is really not much better than the martial cultivator and brutal warrior of the Qingyang realm.

The middle-aged scribes intended to take them to covert, and when they got close, they fought close to the cultivators of the Qianjian Sect. Chen Xun could understand, but did not understand what confidence the middle-aged scribes had. To make sure that the cultivators of the Qianjianzong had no defense, he asked them to quietly. Close?

Although the middle-aged scribes promised to punish an enemy and enter the sect, Chen Xun kept an eye on him, holding the black iron sword in his hand, quietly falling behind the outflanking team.

Just wading through the stone creek ahead, a huge ring of fire with a diameter of one hundred feet rises up suddenly in the center of the canyon on the stone ground ahead.

The ring of fire and the pillar of fire rose up. The two bitter slaves who walked in the front were unprepared. They immediately caused the pillar of fire to burn to ashes, without even having time to scream.

Although the ring of fire temporarily deployed by the Thousand Sword Sect was not rooted in the spirit veins or spiritual acupoints, and could not continue to operate for too long, it was enough to remind the warrior. In a flash, the thousand Sword Sect monk was attacking. Among the magical tools of Chifeng Fort, dozens of sword lights were divided, and they were slashed here...

The current three-five bitter slaves were cut into melons and vegetables immediately, and were cut off by Jianguang. Chen Xun used the black iron as a shield to block a sword light that had been cut off and rolled down. Shixi, avoid the sight of Monk Qianjianzong.

The black iron sword in his hand was broken in two, and a little bit of sword energy invaded his body. Chen Xun searched for the potential of the stream and quietly gasified the sword. He couldn't pay attention to it for a while. He continued to pretend to be a dead body lurking in the stone In the stream, followed the other slaves and fled back to Chifeng Fort.

The monks of the Qianjian Sect discovered that the slave slaves of Chifeng Fort had come out of the fort to outflank them, and the imperial emissary Jianmang came and killed them immediately.

The Qianjian Sect is named after the sword, and the sword energy of the Qingyang pinnacle disciple's imperial envoy is extremely fierce; the sword light used by the cultivator of the womb can cut all iron.

A bitter slave in Chifeng Fort could smash the sword with a fan. How can people feel relieved if he doesn't see him die with his own eyes?

Chen Xun was still hesitating, and an ancient Qingying mirror flew over the stone creek, and a clear spiritual light shot from the ancient mirror and fell directly on him through the stream.

Chen Xun felt that he was being watched after he was stripped naked. When his mind turned, he left a shadow of the soul in the original place, and his true body dived into the water.

In the next instant, Qingying Ancient Mirror shot a thunder light, through the stream, directly dispersing Chen Xun's soul and soul, and the surging water directly crushed a piece of dead wood in the stream.

Chen Xun was secretly frightened. He didn't expect this ancient mirror magic weapon to be so powerful. If he hadn't been smarter, he would be forced to show his deeds.

Only seven or eight bitter slaves fled back to Chifeng Fort, but the middle-aged scribe and the other two honorable cultivators did not leave. Chen Xun was secretly surprised, thinking that the middle-aged scribe had a cultivation base in the middle stage of the womb. The two are younger, and they have also been promoted to the womb-returning realm. It is impossible to be killed silently by the Qianjianzong like this, right?

Just when Chen Xun was unable to understand, there was a phoenix sound on the west bank of Stony Brook. A huge firebird rose from the red maple forest on the west bank and swooped towards the monk of Qianjianzong in the canyon two hundred meters away. past.

It was too late for the monk of the Thousand Swords Sect to withdraw the magical artifacts above Chifeng Fort. He immediately squeezed out other magical artifacts to defend against the firebirds, and the firebirds fluttered over the gorge with another scream, opening his mouth and spouting countless rains of fire and the gorge. Submerged...Z