Are you all after the heroine? I married that female devil

"you!"

After Xuan Xing learned about the plan, he hesitated to speak.

"Is there anything wrong with the plan?"

The illusionist was a little confused.

When she learned about the situation outside the valley, her little face became noticeably more solemn.

If so many intruders rushed into the formation together, she would be under enormous pressure, as many of them were masters of the Tianwu realm or even the Half-Step God realm. All her hard work in the Baipo Forest would probably be completely wasted after this battle.

"How do you know I brought Ji Hong with me?"

Xuan Xing reached out and took the Heavenly Sword Jihong in the wooden box from Hei Zu, and looked at Yin Zai with a dim gaze.

"Because I asked Hei Zu to remind you to bring it with you."

The hidden disaster is revealed in one word.

Jihong is Murong Lianshan's sword. According to His Highness' instructions, in order to avoid the blood contract being unable to be dissolved, if anyone from the Murong family asks for Jihong, give it to them.

Unexpectedly, during the handover, the coffin prepared by Xuan Xing directly attracted everyone's attention, causing the people of Murong family to forget about Ji Hong. Fortunately, the blood contract was successfully terminated, and Ji Hong has since belonged to Xuan Xing.

"Will you start right away?"

Xuan Xing rubbed his stomach and sighed.

"No, you guys go to the base first to prepare, and I'll contact you via the sound jade pendant for details."

Hidden Disaster shook his head.

Currently, troops from various forces are gathering in a deserted village twenty miles outside the Tibetan Valley. He plans to gather intelligence first, and then let "Murong Lianshan" played by Xuan Xing appear according to the situation.

"it is good."

Xuan Xing felt inexplicably relieved when he heard this.

After finishing the explanation, Yinzai's figure flashed and flew away from Zangli Valley.

"The realm of divine wandering."

The illusionist looked at the departing figure with great envy.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The next second, the pond where the four-eyed swamp frog was located was hit by three stones wrapped in true energy. It exploded like a cannonball, scaring out all the swamp frogs hiding in the water.

There were six swamp frogs in total. Xuan Xing picked up six stones from the ground in mid-air and ejected them with a "whoosh whoosh whoosh", killing the six swamp frogs accurately.

"Frog is so cute, cruel."

The illusionist couldn't help but mutter.

"You'll be saying it smells good soon, girl."

Xuan Xing grinned.

He then led the white soldiers and black soldiers to jump off the ox's back, walked forward and skillfully dealt with the swamp frogs.

The three of them sorted the collected toxins, frog skins, internal organs, and frog meat and stuffed them into Niu Da's empty box, and the group continued on their way to the stronghold.

Passing through the grass and a forest of dead trees, a towering tree with a pitch-black trunk came into view. Compared to the other dead trees, it was like the king here.

As soon as he entered the dead forest, Xuan Xing scratched his ears with his fingers twice. The mysterious sound of heartbeats lingered in his ears, and he could also vaguely hear soothing music, which made him inexplicably sleepy. As soon as sleepiness came over him, he would be awakened by the sound of the copper bells worn by Niu Da and Niu Er.

The culprit of all this is the big tree in front.

It is not an ordinary big tree. It is more accurate to describe it as a spirit tree.

At the same time, it is also the third line of defense here, the Requiem Tree.

It was planted by Ghost Face himself, and later carefully maintained by Illusionist, until it reached its current size.

Any creature that enters the range of the Requiem Tree will be affected by the Requiem, causing it to fall into a dormant state at the soul level. If there is no Requiem Bell to awaken them, they will remain in this dormant state until death.

Ghost Face once said that the effect of the Soul Requiem Tree is more than just a sleeping effect. As for why it is more than that, this guy is too mean to explain.

When asked, the illusionist didn't know either. He just repeated Ghost Face's words and said that he would know when the time came.

Passing through the dead forest guarded by the Soul Requiem Tree, the group finally arrived at the stronghold.

The stronghold of Zangli Valley is located in a special geographical location. The houses are built directly using the dead trees on site. It is not very large. From a distance, it looks like two inns spliced ​​together.

In addition to the illusionist, there are also several hidden soldiers stationed here. They can be regarded as half-apprentices of the illusionist.

"Lord Xuanxing!"

Several hidden soldiers were very excited when they saw Xuan Xing and others.

"Wow, you guys have gained weight. It looks like the food here is good."

Xuan Xing smiled and joked that he could remember every hidden soldier he had trained, and could keenly detect the difference between the opponent's previous and current states.

"Of course, my cooking skills are very good."

The magician came up to him and said proudly.

"Alright, alright, chef, hurry up and cook some dishes with the frog meat. We haven't eaten for a day and we're almost starving. We'll be busy soon."

Xuan Xing raised his hand, and using his height advantage, he held down the illusionist's little head and shook it left and right.

"Don't touch my head!"

The illusionist protested.

Xuan Xing withdrew his hand and laughed.

The little girl Zishu also seems to hate being touched on the head.

But then again, the age of the rat is there, short but can still grow taller, at this age, the magician belongs to...

Forget it. If he told it himself, the illusionist would probably add swamp frog poison to his meal.

the other side.

Yinzai left Zangli Valley and quickly came to the dilapidated village.

At this time, the abandoned houses with courtyard walls in the village had been occupied by the forces that arrived earlier, and the forces that arrived later had to find other places to settle down.

After all, wherever there are people, there is the world.

Even though some forces may have arrived first and occupied the abandoned houses with yards, if they want to keep occupying them, they must have enough strength to defend them, otherwise they will be snatched away by the later big forces.

As soon as Yinzai arrived, he noticed that there was a conflict between two forces below, and the cause of the conflict was the yard.

The former is a small force called Huomutang, and the latter has not revealed its origin, but their group crushes the former in terms of strength and numbers.

"Why do you want us to leave?"

A young disciple from Huomu Hall spoke in an excited tone, and the other disciples also looked unhappy.

"Little brother, anger is harmful to your health. We are not unreasonable people. Here, here are fifty taels of silver. Please give up this yard."

On the other side, the fat man in the lead handed over a silver bag and said with a smile. Although his smile looked kind, there was a strong coldness between his brows.

"Do not..."

Without waiting for the young disciple to continue speaking, the elder of Huomu Hall stepped forward, bowed first, took the silver bag with both hands and said respectfully: "Please allow us to pack our things."

As he is in the Free Realm, his perception ability is incomparable to those fledgling disciples around him. Not only can he not afford to offend these people, but Huomu Hall can't afford to offend either.

The world is a place where the strong prey on the weak. The strong have their own way of survival, and the weak have their own way of survival.

"Okay, better hurry up."

The fat man put his hands behind his back and looked at the elder of Huomu Hall with admiration.

Although the other disciples of Huomu Hall were angry, they still obediently packed up their things under the scolding of their elders.

"Oh? Brother Liangcai!"

The fat man looked over when he heard the voice, his brows furrowed instantly: "Murong Mofeng."

Murong Mofeng led a group of people from the Murong family and walked over in a mighty procession. He greeted them, "It's been a long time since we last met, Brother Liangcai."

An Liangcai sneered: "It's been a long time indeed."

air.

Yin Zai was a little surprised when he heard the conversation between the two parties using his spiritual sense. He didn't expect that people from the An family and the Murong family would arrive so quickly.

To the north, there is a manor.

"Boy, I'm back!"