Chapter 1228

"Whoosh~"

Black and yellow withered leaves rose and fell, floating and turning quietly. The steed's hooves stepped on floating clouds, rising into the air.

Six carriages in front and back, like a long dragon winding in the sky, after a brief overweight and then weightlessness, gradually stabilized. E Qirui touched the tentacles in his bosom, leaned against the carriage, and lifted a corner of the curtain with his index finger. The ethereal flowing clouds rolled and flowed past the window.

Wanxiang Meng, one of the Nine Villages of the Southern Border.

Located in the middle-rear position of the Southern Border, it was full of hills, mountains, and swamps.

Legend has it that this place was the blessed land of the Twelve Red-Toothed Elephant Gods, Badanisah, who possessed infinite strength. Three ancient elephant demon kings lived here, ruling over eight major elephant herds and tens of millions of giant elephants. It was the Ren-surname ancestor of Wanxiang Meng who signed a symbiotic contract with the ancient elephant demon kings, clearing thorns and thistles, turning soil and leveling mountains, gradually developing a harmonious home where humans and elephants lived together, multiplying and growing. The initial swamps and hills were also named and famous because of this.

The leader of Wanxiang Meng was a staunch supporter of the current Southern Border chieftain.

Black Water Poison Ren Ye and Corpse Evil Ren Ze, father and son, were also from Wanxiang Meng.

At that time, a father and son with dual titles was truly a story passed down. Also because they strongly supported the chieftain, at the very beginning of the war against Great Shun, Corpse Evil Ren Ze charged to the front. Who would have thought that during the high-spirited advance, he would be beheaded by a spear by the Prince of Huai of Great Shun, not even leaving a whole corpse behind. Ren Ye was silent for a year.

Each generation of the country produces talented people. The Five Gu Nine Poisons Twenty-Four Slayers were honorary titles of the Southern Border. People under the titles could be filled, but the trauma after the war—

The curtain was lowered.

E Qirui glanced sideways and asked inadvertently: "Hunting Tiger and Wolf Smoke don't count, eight Twenty-Four Slayers, two Nine Poisons, one Inner World Master, two Saintesses, twenty-four Pegasus horses. What strategic supplies are being transported this time to make such a big fuss?"

"Heh!" The Devouring Evil sitting opposite lowered his hands and grinned, "Just as Brother E said, in the whole world, how many precious treasures are worth this? Don't tell me you can't guess at all. As a dignified Twenty-Four Slayer, you don't know any news or connections?"

E Qirui nodded and showed his cards: "Is it Dew Condensing Qi?"

"I heard it was transported in several batches." On the right side by the window, in the same row as E Qirui, the Evil opened his eyes and interjected, "Since quite a few villages discovered Long Qi missing last time, before the reason was clearly investigated, the chieftain prepared to hand all the Dew Condensing Qi to the Nine Villages, especially the five rear villages, to keep them separately. Even if an accident happened, they wouldn't be wiped out in one go."

"Separate transport—" E Qirui crossed his arms, "Not this batch of ours?"

"Naturally, it concerns the future of the Southern Border; one cannot be too cautious. It is said that since July 21st, the day the Insect Valley Festival began, it has been quietly transported. The quantity, time, route, and escort personnel of each batch are divided separately. Except for the chieftain, the rest are probably blind men touching an elephant, not knowing the whole picture."

"Why not send a Great Shaman?"

"Don't dare."

"Don't dare?"

"Without investigating the reason for the disappearance, who dares?" The Evil repeated, "Besides, is a Shaman useful? The disappearance of Long Qi in the village in the past was right in front of the Great Shaman."

E Qirui nodded: "A wise move."

"If you ask me, our chieftain is born at the wrong time." The Devouring Evil leaned his head against the carriage window, watching the clouds roll and relax, the cool breeze blowing on his fingertips.

One carriage, two long rows facing each other, four corners, each occupied, separated by a table in the middle.

The table was set with a silver teapot and rice flour balls, and two stacks of books for pastime.

The Devouring Evil opposite E Qirui was obviously more active and enthusiastic, the Fire Evil was second, and the Rakshasa Evil in the corner was silent.

The wind whistled outside the carriage.

No one took the conversation.

The Devouring Evil pressed on the table and continued to speak:

"Building the River God, digging the Lucang, clearly all good strategies, a century-long plan, a millennium of welfare. If it were handled well, only we would invade Great Shun, and Great Shun wouldn't be able to fight the Lucang River. The chieftain also has great talent and strategy, decisive when necessary, with giving and taking. Mayfly Blood-Gathering, Blood-Hidden Gu, what good things! But they suffered setbacks when landing. Great Shun must have the luck of the dynasty. After this time, I don't know if there will be any chance for our Southern Border."

"Difficult." The Rakshasa Evil suddenly spoke.

"Hmm, difficult." Seeing that no one wanted to express more on this topic, the Devouring Evil sighed and turned to look at E Qirui, "It's been a long time since I heard Brother E come out to be active. Why did you think of following the escort of Yin Yunchi this time? Do you want to go to Wanxiang Meng to see?"

E Qirui rubbed the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes to rest: "Bing Fire day, it's very hot at home. It's been more than a year, and I feel I've rested enough. I can't keep going like this, I have to find something to do for myself, so the chieftain arranged for me to come and escort the convoy."

"Then congratulations to Brother E for walking out of the Lucang battle, gaining experience after setbacks; increasing tolerance after adversity, increasing temperament. If you don't suffer the bitterness of bitterness, it's hard to be a person above people." The Devouring Evil gave a thumbs up, "After this trip, Brother E has the posture of a Great Shaman!"

"Hahaha."

They were originally experts of equal strength, with no previous hatred, and there was no barrier that was hard to melt.

After a few words, the atmosphere of the four people gathered together gradually became harmonious.

"Hey, I say, this trip goes around and around, at least three days, we can't just sit like this."

"Any fun things?"

"In spare time, finding some small fun is fine, just don't interfere with the right business."

"It won't interfere. Playing cards? How about playing cards? An activity to cultivate the mind, bet some stakes?"

The Devouring Evil proposed to form a game, the others looked at each other and all agreed.

The domestic mice received the summons, immediately jumped out to shuffle and deal, helping to pass the time on the road.

One hour of time.

Cards depicting exotic beasts and gu insects fell onto the table, raising a breeze.

The remaining carriages gradually became familiar, no hatred, nothing more than playing like this.

The core figure of the convoy, the Inner World Perfected Form Yin Yunchi, resided in the middle third carriage, sharing it with two Nine Poisons, discussing the major events of the Southern Border in the past year and the strange news of Great Shun.

Li Yilin, who came from outside the Insect Valley, chatted with the people beside her about the younger generation in the clan and their performance at the Insect Valley Festival.

The night was dark, the temperature gradually cooled, the mice put away the cards, or lay or sprawled, sleeping soundly on the table, and the four people practiced silently in their respective corners.

A whole day of peace.

The tense atmosphere of the first escort became gentle and relaxed in the repeated familiarity and games. The preliminary confidentiality work was so good that many people realized this was an important mission, but the actual execution process was not very dangerous.

The next day at noon.

E Qirui stared out the window, lost in thought for a long time. The Devouring Evil thought the Bone-Witch was bored and took the initiative to propose a few more rounds of cards, increasing the stakes. E Qirui readily agreed.

The mice shuffled and dealt.

"Slap!"

"What sound?" The Rakshasa Evil looked up.

"Cards?"

The Devouring Evil leaned against the back of the chair and pointed to the cards on the table.

"Not cards." The Rakshasa Evil shook his head and pointed outside the carriage, "It seems to have come from outside."

E Qirui sat upright.

Everyone stopped their movements and carefully identified the external environment. "I didn't hear any sound, could it be that we hit a bird?" The Devouring Evil asked.

E Qirui lifted the window curtain and looked around: "I can't see any traces here either. Could it be the front carriage? Yin Yunchi and the others, are they in front of us?"

The Rakshasa Evil looked at E Qirui a few more times and shook his head: "We are all closed on the carriage, and the order of the carriages will often change,

adjust. Yin Yunchi is in which carriage, except for the Nine Poisons in his own carriage, no one should know. Maybe in the middle, maybe in the back."

The Evil said: "The matter is important. Since you feel there is an abnormality, don't be careless. I'll go outside and see."

"Go, the matter is important." E Qirui turned the cards over and repeated what the Evil said, "Try not to be alone, it's better to act alone."

"Good."

E Qirui followed the Fire Evil and opened the carriage door.

White clouds were ethereal, and the land below could not be seen.

Heaven and earth isolated the field of vision, and the True Gang isolated the inside and outside.

For all officials and nobles, the strength of the coachman was no less than Wolf Smoke. Wolf Smoke practiced True Gang. No matter how fast the carriage was, as long as the carriage could be covered by the coachman's True Gang, the inside would be calm.

The Fire Evil pointed upward.

The two looked at each other and nodded, landing on the roof of the carriage one after another.

White clouds were leisurely, boundless, only a big sun was shining, the sky was clear and deep blue.

Still no abnormality.

On the contrary, the coachman behind saw the two suddenly walk out of the carriage, his eyes showing surprise, and he made a gesture to ask what was the matter.

"No problem, maybe it really was some bird or beast that brushed against us. I'll go to the front and ask the coachman—"

The Fire Evil left a sentence and walked forward.

E Qirui followed closely behind.

Both of them wore heavy combat boots, their steps were dull, one after another landing on the roof of the carriage, driving the wooden structure to creak and echo.

The Devouring Evil and the Rakshasa Evil looked up and counted, listening to the sound and identifying the position, just as the two felt their footsteps walking to the edge of the carriage roof..

Their brows stung, and a strong sense of warning grew in their hearts.

Blood tide?.!

"Boom!"

An incomparable power scraped across their bodies, stinging and numbing, their clothes hunting and snapping.

The Devouring Evil and the Rakshasa Evil looked directly at the golden sun, subconsciously squinting, contracting their pupils. The shooting wooden thorns attached to the Gang Qi pierced their cheeks, bringing out a puff of fresh blood.

The carriage in the air exploded into fragments, and the surging sky light shot down!

Eyeballs trembled, shifting violently.

The coachman, whose face was dark purple as if poisoned, had his bones broken, his True Gang collapsed, and he flew horizontally from in front of them. The house mice floated in the air, falling toward the forest in a scream.

"Enemy attack!"

The Devouring Evil screamed in horror. He adjusted his posture in mid-air, but was shocked to find.

Not just them.

Half a broken carriage wheel whistled past his head.

Fragments all over the sky!

Six carriages, all exploded!

Goods, coachmen, wooden board fragments, porcelain plates, snacks, Five Gu Nine Poisons Twenty-Four Slayers, Saintesses, Yin Yunchi, E Qirui and Fire Evil who went to check the roof, everything was in free fall, brushing past white clouds, clouds and smoke ethereal.

Who?

Who is it!

"Everyone, gather toward me, protect Grandmaster Yin! Grandmaster Yin, enter the Inner World first!"

Black Water Poison Ren Ye roared.

Ears buzzing.

"Can't get in!" Yin Yunchi was sweating profusely.

"What?"

An unexpected accident, Ren Ye's head was dazed, he couldn't care about too much, reached out and pulled Yin Yunchi behind him.

Everyone rushed to one place. Perfected Form experts could not walk on the void, but they could step on the air to adjust their direction by relying on speed, and there were also those with superb body techniques who could fly briefly by borrowing the wind. The people present were the elite among the elite, and good body techniques were the norm. They quickly surrounded Ren Ye.

One after another, True Gangs erupted, surging momentum soared into the sky, celestial phenomena floated, and they were all connected. Black gu insects flew, covering the sky, pulling their masters while blocking every dead angle, but they didn't see the enemy's trace at all.

Where?

How could their position be exposed?

The transport of the convoy was carried out in secret throughout, and the route also changed at any time, as one pleased. No one could ambush them. The Devouring Evil's scalp was numb.

He stepped on the air, let the flying gu insects pull him, and went straight to Yin Yunchi, but during the gathering, he saw a small black shadow shoot out from his side, leaving a cold condensed cloud.

The small black robe hunted and shook.

A figure, very small in volume, no different from a house mouse, but much wider than a house mouse, dressed as a wandering swordsman, stepped on the broken wooden board and swooped down!

The oily, strong tail swung behind it, swimming in the air like swimming in water.

That is—what thing?!

Is it a fish or a ghost?

Fatty cheered in the spiritual link. Liang Qu opened his thick, black-and-white hands, pressed the edge of his straw hat, and the two long whiskers by his mouth hunted and shook, like an immortal descending to the world. Its gaze locked onto Black Water Poison Ren Ye—the "unknown" Grandmaster beside him!

Black Water Poison, Bone-Witch, Li Yilin—he knew everyone around him, except for the other party, who was in the center of the crowd.

It must be the Inner World, Yin Yunchi!

Ren Ye also saw the "little person" wearing a straw hat, saw the gaze under the straw hat, and his expression froze. Fear surged into his heart for no reason.

Strange, why would there be such a feeling?!

Golden Silkworm Poison Gui Lingfeng drank: "Form a formation, defend!"

One after another, True Gangs resonated with each other, forming a defensive formation, turning into a semicircular golden iron-clad insect in the air.

Countless supernatural powers were added to it, flashing with light, shining brightly, indestructible, firmly protecting the most core Yin Yunchi inside!

Liang Qu, who 【Spirit Descended】 Fatty, did not dodge or evade. He grabbed with his empty hand, the Ze Kingdom opened, water flowed, turned into a silver-white long spear, and slashed down in the air.

Black and white colors shook.

All things faded in color, hollow and distorted, countless black lines outlined, depicted, highlighted—..

The Golden Light Iron-Clad Insect only left an outline.

The spear tip swept across, dead silence.

The cold light cut off, and the lines of the Iron-Clad Insect trembled.

The wooden board underneath was lifted and flew away.

Fatty's physical strength fell off a cliff, but a touch of silver light suddenly appeared, and the Golden Iron-Clad Insect was split in two from the middle, and all supernatural powers were annihilated here.

Collapsed!

"Puff!"

The same eyes, the same moves, the same unstoppable force.

Ren Ye froze, he understood the reason.

In the escort, the Perfected Forms who had experienced the Red River battle recalled the fear of being dominated by Liang Qu again.

E Qirui's eyes, however, erupted with infinite light, almost surging with fanaticism.

"It's that person!"

"That is a Martial Saint, how could he come to the Southern Border? How could he come to the Southern Border?"

Two Nine Poisons, eight Twenty-Four Slayers, two Saintesses, several auxiliary Perfected Forms—this lineup, this number of people, except for "that person," would not fear any Perfected Form in the world, but that only exception had already ascended to E Dragon!

Who appeared in front of them?

No answer, no result. Responding to everyone was a straw hat flying away, the Iron-Clad Insect formation broken, the "little person" expanded and changed, becoming something that didn't know what it was, but a very fierce thing!

Half black and half white, leaving a fish tail, limbs thick and round, head round, two long whiskers floating.

Demon beast?

Why is it so weird!

"Don't be afraid, he is definitely not at his peak, he is a temporary puppet! In front is the Insect Valley, the Bone-Witch Great Shaman will definitely come to support!

Hold on!"

That's right!

Everyone was startled.

If it were really Liang Qu himself descending, what exploded just now wouldn't just be six carriages!

Southern Border Grandmasters boosted morale and flew forward.

Yin Yunchi, who couldn't enter the Inner World, retreated in a panic.

In the chaos, E Qirui's peripheral vision firmly locked onto Yin Yunchi, weaving through the team, gradually approaching.

"Liang Qu!"

Ren Ye's eyes were red.

The hatred of killing his son, even after a hundred generations, must be avenged!

The weird "fish" broke into the crowd, opening and closing, Gang Qi shooting everywhere.

Various gu insects danced and rose, mouthparts opening and closing, venom spraying, insect corpses falling one after another, leaving only a pair of mouthparts biting on the tough skin.

In the Yixing fief, Liang Qu's true body always kept a part of his consciousness, sensing the movement of the "River Stone," which was clearly the Bone-Witch Great Shaman sitting in the Insect Valley sensing the movement and taking action!

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The little Mirage Dragon, who was sleeping soundly, crawled out of the dirt pit, shook its head and tail, dusted off its body, carried a bag of containers, and flew to the Insect Valley building.

Boom!

The stagnant supernatural power fell on him, his five senses were blurred, and his body surface produced a burning sensation.

Physical strength fell to the bottom, Liang Qu's Dragon-Tiger Golden Body shone, his spear picked a line, his hands raised, mixed with the power of heaven and earth, his arms bulging, and he issued a fierce force again.

Just when everyone thought the "Fish Person" was going to collide head-on and finish the battle, and everyone rushed to block it, it suddenly turned into a puff of invisible black mist.

Fatty's second supernatural power, 【Gather and Scatter Without Form】!

At the critical moment, it turned into "ink mist," reducing enemy damage, weakening the vital parts of the body, and could also collide with the enemy, eroding with ink mist, causing damage.

The attack swung into empty space, the crowd that gathered to block was instantly "broken," thrown behind, a group of black mist flew into the high altitude, blocking the field of vision, Liang Qu broke through the obstruction, and pounced on Yin Yunchi like a jump flash.

Ren Ye, Gui Lingfeng were shocked, and looked at Yin Yunchi's side, Bone-Witch E Qirui, Devouring Evil were actually beside him.

The two were overjoyed and were about to speak.

"Puff!"

A knife tip suddenly pierced through the Devouring Evil's chest!