The Sword Saint of Daqin is in the Shape of the Moon Daqin

sounded.

Someone looked back in a panic, with a bit of horror in his eyes, but he seemed to be relieved when he saw only a deep night.

"Have you confirmed..."

The leader was a little surprised.

"Yes, the reaction to the Spirit Base in my [Fixed Base Disk] has completely disappeared, and it should be enough here—"

The man responded, looking at what he was holding in his hand.

A Simon.

"That's fine."

Only then did the leader make up his mind and stopped, but he still seemed to be a little scared. The moment he stopped, he suddenly turned his head.

Seems ready to keep running away at any moment.

He didn't heave a sigh of relief until he confirmed his safety, and patted his chest with his hand.

"The plague god has finally left."

He said so.

And as his footsteps stopped, the others also stopped.

"My lord, next, do you want to return directly to Xianyang as planned?"

The person who just spoke asked the leader.

"I won't go...what else can I do?"

The corner of the leader's mouth twitched slightly, quite helplessly.

He was dressed in white, with a medium and well-proportioned figure, his black hair rolled up, revealing a handsome face, with a somewhat indistinguishable feeling between his brows.

It was Zhao Gao, the CRRC official who had entered the Six Kingdoms and met with Su Nie before.

And now, he is really helpless——

Ever since the meeting with Su Nie, the demon god who fell from Zhongkunlun, he has returned to Qin.

Although the tasks entrusted by Qin Wangzheng have not been completed, they have not been able to achieve strategic goals by controlling the "jianghu" of the six countries and disrupting their stability from within the six countries.

But because he brought news of the existence of Juggernaut to Qin Wangzheng, and allowed this ambitious king to contact Su Nie immediately.

In the end, he was spared blame.

It's just that there are no rewards, just making up for the mistakes.

Although for him, this is already a blessing in misfortune.

And half a month ago, he received an order from Qin Wangzheng to go to West Kunlun in the farther west of China to explore the phenomenon of [Tianmen] that appeared today.

The process of going was very smooth.

I saw the mountain smoothly, and I saw the "ladder to heaven" smoothly.

Then--

They were attacked.

The flames falling from the sky, the surging golden light, accompanied by a clear shout, came one after another, coming from all directions.

They haven't had time to react yet,

He was knocked down from the ladder.

Then he stopped and walked all the way, was chased and avoided by the golden light, and fled to this place.

"I always feel that ever since I entered the border of the Six Kingdoms and met that sword master, my luck has been very bad. I haven't accomplished a single thing... Is it an illusion?"

Thinking of this, Zhao Gao couldn't help but sighed, and he looked at the person behind him.

The "master" he brought this time.

Again, more than half of them have been lost, and the remaining people are basically injured and incomplete.

"Did you... see the figure chasing us?"

Zhao Gao asked in a low voice.

——Although they failed, at least they had to figure out what it was that made them so embarrassed.

"It seems... is the figure of a woman?"

Someone speaks.

"The golden light that hit us should be a pair of golden hoops."

Others brought forth what they had seen,

They didn't really just focus on escaping all the way, they also observed a lot on the way.

"That's an immortal soldier."

The person who first reminded Zhao Gao spoke. He was wearing a robe of a warlock and holding a compass in his hand.

A alchemist named Lu Sheng.

He is holding a treasure in the shape of Sinan, named [Dingji Pan].

Possesses the ability to measure the specifications of the base plate held by the person on the other side, which is why he speculated just now that the pursuit behind him has disappeared.

Now, he also determined the existence of the previous attack on them by observing the traces left on it.

It was an immortal soldier.

Or……

God will.

"A general?"

Zhao Gao groaned slightly.

It's not the heavenly soldiers, but the gods, which proves the strength of the existence they are facing.

With a little information, even if you just go back like this, you can probably avoid punishment... right?

Zhao Gao became more guilty as he grew older.

hum-

Something suddenly rang in the ears.

"Don't be noisy."

The magistrate of CRRC waved his hand impatiently.

"No...it's not us arguing."

Lu Sheng's voice sounded, and his face was a little stiff. He raised his hand so that the moonlight could shine on his [Date Base Disk].

The trembling sound came from above.

That is……

"Compared to the previous general, the reaction is stronger."

"Here comes a..."

"It is comparable to the existence of a fairy."

Lu Sheng's voice fell into Zhao Gao's ears, and the CRRC official was stunned, then raised his head subconsciously...

There was a snap.

Ahead, a figure appeared, walking slowly.

The familiar posture, the familiar face, even if it is half a year away, Zhao Gao will never forget it anyway.

——That was exactly Su Nie who came from the outskirts of Shudu.

After asking the old housekeeper to investigate their specific travel route,

In fact, he was already here waiting for them.

With his boots stepping over the grass and rocks, Su Nie came over, he spoke, and a voice sounded, coming along with the evening wind, and fell into their ears.

他 说:

"Long time no see, Master Zhao."

Zhao Gao: "..."

It seems that every time he is unlucky, this person will appear in front of him...

Shouldn't this be his delusion?

Is this really not intentional?

On this day, the CRRC Mansion caused Mr. Zhao to fall into deep thinking and self-entanglement.

...

...

The top of West Kunlun.

The ladder goes up, within the gate of heaven.

Shrouded in light, layers of smog covered the bustling but deserted palace, as well as the giant tree in the center.

The figure on the giant tree sat silently.

There was a strong wind blowing, blowing the red skirt, and the long red hair tied into two strands fell loosely, like a long whip.

Holding a spear in his hand, he is bound with red silk.

There is a gold ring on each wrist of both hands.

Slender and petite, at first glance, it looks like a delicate doll.

——Immortal soldiers and generals, guarding the last existence of this fairy world after the fairy gods leave.

What was supposed to be a wreck was revived by accident.