My Disciples Are All Villains - 641

When Carol, the god of warriors, died.

On the west side of the moat, in the main camp of the Rouli people, a round purple candle was dimly extinguished.

The guard who had been guarding Carol’s camp stared at the moment when the candlelight went out and the purple halo dissipated.

“Come on!”

“Subordinates are here.”

“Notify everyone west of the Tianmo, retreat! Make no mistake!”

“Yes!”

…

After receiving the news of the death of the military god, the morale of Rouli’s cultivators and army lost three points. Obey all orders and withdraw soft profit. At this point, west of the moat gradually subsided.

At the same time, Motian Pavilion, under the leadership of Lu Zhou, flew all the way across the sky.

The majestic sky moat is not high enough to reach the top.

Halfway through the flight, the wind and snow filled the air and the temperature dropped sharply.

The cold wind is like a knife, constantly destroying everyone’s body protection Qi.

Pan Litian has crossed the sky before and has enough experience in this.

He casually spread the qi to block the endless wind and snow, and said loudly: “The old man has tried in the southern sky moat. That is the insurmountable height. It is acceptable here. After a while, we will reach the top of the sky moat. Just breathe.”

The power of the collective is naturally far greater than that of the individual.

Ming Shiyin asked, “How did these Rouli people get here?”

Pan Litian said: “There are three ways, one is to detour from the north; the other is to transport by flying slings; and the third is that in the middle of the sky, a cave was once dug to communicate with things. However, there are frequent wars, and they are gradually being attacked. Blocked.”

“Teached,” Ming Shiyin said.

While speaking, the wind became louder and louder.

Everyone raised their heads.

“Fight against the old!”

The golden gourd bloomed with light, the five-leaf dharma body whirled up, and the golden cone-like air was against the waterfall-like wind and snow, and went up to the sky. The others followed and flew up together.

Then everyone took turns to start the Dharmakaya.

Only the dharma body of the small conch stayed in the stage of the ten directions and could only follow Luzhou with difficulty.

In front of high-level practitioners, her speed really couldn’t keep up.

The conch was awkward.

“Little Junior Sister, go!”

“Little Junior Sister!”

“Haha…Little Junior Sister, take advantage of the little Junior Sister’s strength, and become popular! I’ll help you!”

Duan Musheng, Ming Shiyin, Si Wuya, Xiao Yuan’er, and the others all shot out a qi, dragged it underneath, and blocked the wind and snow on the top.

“Thank you brother and sister!”

Conch breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, I was determined to become stronger in a short time.

To the north, at the end of the moat, there are unclear mountains and rivers…to the south, you can’t see how high the moat is, like walking on the back of a high mountain.

The mountains and seas are vast, and the wind and snow are everywhere.

This is true throughout the year.

Finally, everyone in the Motian Pavilion flew to the moat, and all landed.

Watch the beautiful mountains and rivers.

Bibi had already arrived at the top of the sky, sitting and watching, like a huge petrified lion.

“It will be the top of Ling Ling, and you can see all the mountains and small mountains.” Lu Zhou admired.

“Good poem, good poem!”

Ming Shiyin applauded.

Duan Musheng turned his head and glanced at Ming Shiyin… Ming Shiyin immediately closed his mouth.

Even if he is Qiye now… But when he thought that Senior Brother San was cutting the Lotus Four Leaves, his temper suddenly disappeared.

Duan Musheng turned back and said, “Good poetry.”

Ming Shiyin: “???”

Pan Litian said: “The world has rumored that the pavilion master has cultivation skills and courage and intrepidity; now it seems that it is really slander. This poem is also superb!”

“Do you know poetry?” Si Wuya asked, turning his head.

“A little bit of fur.”

“…”

What are you blowing on fur? Speechless.

Appreciating for a moment, Lu Zhou said: “The moat is under the sky.”

Everyone nodded, jumped down the sky, and swept down.

After a while, everyone landed on the mountain.

Lu Zhou landed and said: “Except for the conch, everyone else is looking for it separately… If you are in danger, you will take precedence to protect yourself.”

“Yes!”

The crowd dispersed in all directions, rushing towards the low altitude to the west.

Without the garrison of the Rouli and Loulan people, the west of the moat became peaceful and peaceful.

…

Ten days passed in a blink of an eye.

To the east of the abyss, to the north of the moat.

The Yunnu River spans the entire continent.

Many villages are built along the river.

Guro Village.

An elderly man in soft, is introducing the situation in the village to a man in Chinese clothes——

“My lord, there are a total of more than twenty ten-year-old children in the village this year. They are all very obedient. Please accept them, and they will definitely become Rouli’s greatest practitioners and the most brave warriors.”

The man in Chinese clothes shook his head and said, “I have already seen their qualifications, and they are not suitable for spiritual practice. Are there any other children recommended?”

“My lord, what do you think of older children?”

“I saw it a few years ago when I was older… Forget it, I’m going to the next village.” The man in Chinese clothes was about to leave Yukong.

Two young people in the village, holding sticks, drove a boy in a torn gown back to the village.

“Ahai, don’t look at it, move the things back, and I won’t beat you today.” The young man Adong said.

“Don’t think about running away… It’s messy outside now. You can only starve to death if you go out like this.”

From time to time, the two ran on the young man named “A Hai”.

The man in Chinese clothes casually glanced at him and said in doubt: “This is?”

The old man said, “My lord, this is a slave in our village of Guluo.”

“slave?”

The old man waved to Ahai: “Ahai, come over—”

Ahai put the things down and walked over.

The man in Chinese clothes examined his eyes, saw the wound on his body and the hostility in his eyes, and said, “Da Yanren?”

“Yes. Our Guluo village often captures Dayan people as slaves. This beast is not small and very tenacious. The average Dayan slave has long been unable to bear the suffering and committed suicide. He can actually persist until now.” The old man said .

The man in Chinese clothes waved casually.

A gang blade cut across Ahai’s coat.

On his body, there are very clear scars and terrible lines all over his chest.

“The roots are good, and the talent is good…Unfortunately, it’s not my Rouli.” The man in Chinese clothes sighed and shook his head.

A Dong chuckled and said, “Hey, I didn’t expect Ahai to be a material for spiritual practice.”

The old man shook his head: “It’s a pity that he is a great Yan person.”

The man in the costume flashed his inspiration, and said, “It’s not impossible…”

The old man did not speak.

He seemed to understand what the man in Chinese clothes meant.

Cultivate Dayan people as powerful dead men, to kill Dayan…this kind of method has been in existence since ancient times.

How could Ahai not understand.

In this village of Guluo, all he suffered was some skin pain, and forbearance can always find hope of escape.

But if it falls into the hands of the practitioner, then he will be forever.

Without a word…

Ahai turned around and ran!

Adong sneered again and again: “Run again. Did you see… Da Yan is as stupid as a pig.”

He raised his hand and whistled.

The strong man in the village and the wolf dog rushed out.

How could Ahai, who had been injured and had difficulty walking, could escape.

call out!

Someone picked up a slingshot and shot!

boom!

Hit Ahai’s leg.

When Ahai lay on the ground, several villagers swarmed up and kicked.

Ahai held his head and said nothing.

I don’t know why… He always finds this scene very familiar.

Whenever he tried to think back, his mind was blank and he couldn’t capture anything.

Life is a cycle…

Do not seek change, it will eventually repeat itself.

The man in Chinese clothes raised his hand: “Stop your hand.”

“Bah, Dayan people are cheap bones.”

The villagers of Guluo Village stopped their hands and backed away.

The man in Chinese clothes walked over and said, “This will kill him.”

“It’s just right to die. We Rouli people are not bullied by Dayan? There are ten people in my family, and six of them died under Dayan’s iron hoof. The dog emperor Yongshou went west, how many of us died? It’s cheaper for him to die!”

“That’s right! It’s too cheap for him! If you want to be a slave in the village of Guluo for a lifetime, if you die, you will cut a lot of money to feed the dog.”