A big stick sweeps across the wilderness

Yaksha.

The individual strength is not strong. It is only comparable to monks in the foundation building stage.

But the quantity is too terrifying.

Often thousands.

Not to mention ordinary people, even Yuanying stage monks must avoid his sharp edge.

At this time, it was a group of refugees who were entangled.

Both men and women, old and young.

There were four to five hundred people.

They were wielding sticks and stones and shouting in despair.

For some unknown reason, Yasha did not kill him.

Instead, they drove everyone together and continuously consumed their physical strength.

Han Xinshuang disappeared while running. The true fire of Samadhi burst into the sky.

"Boromeye!"

A particularly strong Yaksha shouted. The body is like a candle heated by high temperatures, melting instantly.

Several Yashas that passed by also fell down one after another.

Then, more Yakshas were tainted with flames...

In just a moment, the number of yakshas in the sky was reduced by less than half.

The rest dispersed in a hurry.

Perhaps, this is the real purpose of Samadhi True Fire.

While Jiang Yu was surprised, he also noticed Yaksha's shouting. He frowned slightly: "This language... seems to have been heard somewhere."

Aragaki Ruoxue's eyes flashed slightly: "Asura?"

Jiang Yu suddenly realized: "It's not Asura, it's Brahmin!"

"Holy Master!"

While he was talking, an old man and several skinny men walked over quickly.

After receiving his head, he bowed.

This bow made Jiang Yu confused again: "What did you call me?"

He was not surprised by the old man's attitude, after all, he had just saved their lives.

But this title is too weird, right?

The old man was extremely excited: "Only a holy master can make the sky full of yaksha retreat without a fight!"

Jiang Yu and the others looked at each other in confusion.

What the hell is a Saint Master?

"We are not Saint Masters, we are just passing by here." Aragaki Ruoxue explained softly.

The old man showed undisguised disappointment: "Oh, then...those guys should be careful. Yaksha is very fierce, you'd better act together with us."

As soon as he finished speaking, a man suddenly exclaimed.

He was frightened by the appearance of the big spirit and the little monster.

The old man looked sideways and saw a big bloody python as big as a bowl's mouth wrapped around Da Jing's neck.

His face suddenly changed, and he looked at Jiang Yu with some embarrassment: "Uh... these guys should be capable people. It's easy to attract Yasha's attention in large numbers. That..."

Jiang Yu couldn't laugh or cry and said: "I want to ask you for directions. Do you know how to get to the Imperial City? I heard that there are zombies over there."

"Imperial City? We are going there too. The Human Emperor has summoned us to fight zombies and yakshas!" the man on the side interjected.

The old man gave him a hard look.

Then he smiled at Jiang Yu: "Go north. In about two days' journey, you will encounter three forks of rivers that meet together. Walk along the river and you will see a butt-shaped mountain. At the foot of the mountain, you can find the road leading to the river. The road to the imperial city.”

Jiang Yu looked at these people.

In addition to a few young and strong men, there were also children aged seven or eight and elderly people in their sixties. There are also many women.

The only weapons available were sticks and stones.

Let alone resisting zombies, it is hard to say whether these people can reach the imperial city.

Just as Jiang Yu was about to inquire more, he saw a few escaped yakshas flying back.

In addition to Yaksha, there are also two Rakshasas with two heads and four arms. Surrounded by a thin man wearing a red robe and with dark skin and curly hair.

"Praise be to Veda, ye all live!"

The man's expression was solemn and his eyes were kind.

There was authority in his tone.

The old man suddenly became excited: "It's the Holy Master! Sure enough, it was the Holy Master who saved us secretly."

After saying that, he knelt down and kowtowed to the man repeatedly.

With him taking the lead, a large group of people knelt down behind him.

Jiang Yu and Araguan Ruoxue stood still. It seems a bit eye-catching.

They can kneel to heaven and earth, to their parents, and to each other. He just won’t kneel down to the so-called Holy Master.

Isn’t he a Brahmin?

Jiang Yu kills many people in the God Realm.

Unexpectedly, he actually pretended to be a magic stick in the lower realm.

From this point of view, it is not difficult to understand that Yaksha and Rakshasa are controlled by the "holy master".

They were originally a group.

Han Xinshuang's voice sounded in Jiang Yu's ears: "Can you deal with him?"

"No hurry!" Jiang Yu's curiosity was aroused: "Let's see what evil he is holding back first."

The Holy Master didn't care about Jiang Yu's rudeness, and said to everyone with a warm smile: "The Lord God can't bear the suffering in the world, so he sent us to save all living beings. You must be tired and hungry. Come with me!"

After that, he left without looking back.

The old man quickly stood up and followed.

He didn't forget to look back and glare at Jiang Yu: "It's a long way from here to the imperial city. You'd better hurry up and hurry up."

"Don't worry, I also want to appreciate the style of the Holy Master." Jiang Yu shamelessly followed behind.

The old man was afraid of making the Holy Master displeased and did not dare to say harsh words. He could only warn in a low voice: "Don't do anything that offends the Holy Master."

"it is good!"

Jiang Yu added in his mind: "If you don't poop or pee on his body, it shouldn't be considered offensive, right?"

The Holy Master led everyone to walk five or six miles and came to a small village.

The style of houses here is completely different from the usual villages.

It is a igloo made of red mud and stones.

The village has winding gravel roads. There are also trees as tall as one person.

Two to three hundred villagers are gathering in the small central square.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, shaking his body constantly.

They could be heard singing praises from a distance.

"Before the sky, before the earth, before the heavens, before the non-heaven. How is it that the womb is stored, the water first bears it, and then all the gods appear in it? You don't know that there is another thing in you that created the group of living beings. In the body..."

What shocked everyone even more was that all the people working in the village were Yakshas.

The Earthly Yaksha cultivates farmland, digs rivers, and builds canals. Flying yakshas move earth to build houses and gather wild fruits.

He looks like he is peacefully coexisting with the human race.

The entire village seems to be on a different level of civilization than the outside world.

Seeing everyone arriving, two Brahmins came out of the village. He twisted his fingers and saluted with the holy master: "Praise the Vedas!"

The Holy Master smiled warmly and bowed in return: "The Lord God is merciful and guides me to retrieve my suffering people. Help them settle down."

"Yes!"

The two Brahmins glanced at the crowd and walked up to the old man: "Old man, come with us to clean up and eat something. There are not so many empty rooms at the moment. I will wrong you for a few days. We will allocate housing after the house is built."

The old man was flattered and waved his hands repeatedly: "No need to be wronged, I'm here to help you, the two holy masters!"

Seeing the scene in front of him, he had long forgotten about going to the Imperial City to support him.

Who would think about risking their lives when they have a stable life?

One of the Brahmin's eyes flashed slightly when he saw the big spirit and the little monster: "Such divine creatures must have been called here by the Lord God. I am grateful for the glory of God."

Jiang Yu raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and when the Brahmin passed by him, he suddenly asked: "When did you learn to speak human language?"

"Ok?"

The Brahmin's footsteps paused. He looked at Jiang Yu doubtfully.

Jiang Yu showed a harmless smile: "Bromoko, Salomoyedo. Yekoyevarodo..."

This was a sound he had heard on the battlefield of the Protoss.

Although I don’t understand the meaning, I remember the general pronunciation.

The Brahmin's eyes changed from confusion to shock and then to anger.

"He is a servant of the devil! Hurry, catch him!"

Yaksha, who was working, seemed to have received an order and put down all the work he was doing.

Coming like locusts...