Chapter 350

One day later, on the north side of beige peak, 2300 li away from the main peak.

It is close to the foot of the mountain. In front of it is a rugged mountain and behind it is a relatively flat gentle slope. Within ten miles next to it, there are two similar small fortresses standing at each other's horns, and the b398 where the Fuyu sect is located is the first one.

"Xiang Xian, it's too dangerous here. You see, the mountain behind here is the most gentle and just in front of the A-3 defense line. It's a standard place for strategists. After the war, it will be the focus of barbarian attack!"

Huquan stood on the stone wall in front of the fortress and looked down with a worried face.

Xiang Yang had circled around the front and back of the fort for several times. At this time, he was in a stone pit several feet outside the wall, looked around for a meeting, then squatted down and knocked on the ground with his hands, making a dull sound.

His strength was too strong. It seemed that he didn't exert himself, but the tiger spring on the stone wall felt a slight shake under his feet,

After knocking a few times, he stopped and listened carefully. Xiang Yang looked happy, patted the stone powder on his hands, swept back to the wall and winked at him.

"Immortal Huquan, you mean Lei Zhenzhen can't protect me well?"

"Ah... Dare not dare!" Huquan listened to a cold hum from behind. The cold sweat was coming down and shook his head quickly.

Xiang Yang smiled and pointed at the place where he had just knocked. "There should be an earth spiritual pulse below. I'll arrange it later and tell the barbarians to come back. Don't worry. Besides, I've made a military order. I won't blame you if the real king of xuanhu comes back."

Huquan sighed and stopped talking. He made up his mind. When he went back, he asked Dexin and mengmi to come to A-3, so that he could take care of him.

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According to the war news, the gathering of barbarians has been basically completed, and the first wave of attack is about to begin.

Every time it is chaotic, it starts from the original of Sanqing and ends at the original of Sanqing. It is like a big play. There is the stage of the protagonist, and there are only some supporting actors in other places.

Vaguely, Xiang Yang had a strange feeling. It was quite chaotic. It seemed to be a huge sacrifice. The purpose was not the rich land behind the Qitian mountains, but some kind of ceremony.

Otherwise, all kinds of strange actions of barbarians are difficult to explain.

The Qitian mountains are millions of miles across, and the front is a vast wild land. It is extremely convenient to mobilize. The friars of northern China can't defend everything, but they just stare at the attack of sanqingyuan, which means that they don't break Loulan and don't return it.

Now it has been a bloody battle for thousands of years, and the barbarians don't know how many people's lives have been sent, which is really too strange.

Although it is said that barbarians are all single-minded guys, as an intelligent race, how can there be few wise people who control such a huge wilderness?

But what are they sacrificing? What kind of ceremony takes tens of thousands of years to send hundreds of millions of lives as tribute? If it is true, how terrible is the barbarian's purpose?

Every time I think of this, Xiang Yang has always had a creepy and unknown feeling. It seems that there is a huge crisis looming.

He stood on a new high platform and looked into the distance. These days, the barbarians had begun to move forward slowly. In his sight, the horizon in the far distance had been painted with a bright color. With his eyesight, he could distinguish the clear-cut camp layout.

The barbarians seem to like to use that very gorgeous color, red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple. There are all kinds of colors, but mixed together, it doesn't seem messy, but has a different kind of beauty. In an increasingly tense atmosphere, it's like a beautiful and deadly poisonous snake, which may burst and bite at any time.

In that camp, in addition to the continuous camps, there are huge shadows.

According to Huquan, it is a kind of war beast unique to barbarians, Jumeng.

Each adult giant Mongolia has a height of hundreds of feet. Its huge body is like a hill. Some mutated giant Mongolia can even grow to hundreds of feet.

The most important thing is that the huge skin is thick and thick, and can be immune to most spell attacks. It is one of the war animals that give the friars of northern China a headache.

In addition, in the center of those camps, there are also high platforms, each of which is hundreds of feet high, and will emit a dark light every night.

That is the sacrificial altar of the barbarians, and it is also an enlarged version of the totem column. Its effect is a bit similar to that of the Friar's array plate, which can play the role of banning air and law within a certain range.

"There are at least hundreds of thousands of people on this scale..."

You can't see the endless barracks in the sky with your eyes. Just count the number of barracks and the estimated number of barbarian soldiers in front of them are amazing numbers.

That night, a faint shadow came out of the fort and went away quickly.

Seeing is believing, hearing is false. Xiang Yang decided to go and explore in person, or know the root before the war.

As for the so-called forbidden Dharma and forbidden air, it may be a fatal threat to the vast majority of immortals, but for him, it is simply a battlefield tailored for him. He has the impulse to steal a sacrificial Dharma altar and go home directly.

From a distance, the grassland in front of me is flat and broad. I found it on the top. In fact, there are many potholes below, and there are also many stones with the size of a grinding plate. Some places even have deep potholes, which are only covered by lush weeds, so it is difficult to find them.

Xiang Yang summoned the Taifeng treasure silk and hurried forward close to the ground. He was dressed in black. The Taifeng treasure silk was invisible and colorless. He was like a ghost in the night. He could not detect it except the faint wind.

The journey of hundreds of miles is less than half an hour.

Soon, the camp in front was clearly visible, and even a pile of bonfires in the open space could be seen in the gap. It was estimated that there was still a distance of dozens of miles. He suddenly felt heavy, and the whole person fell directly from the air.

Xiang Yang had expected that he would put away the wind stepping treasure silk and stand steadily in the grass. Lingjue looked around and was surprised to find that the vitality here had become obscure and unpredictable.

He tried to summon a water archery, but it seemed extremely difficult for the vitality around him to gather. With the power of the golden elixir, a little glittering water light appeared on his fingertips and turned into a trace of water mist.

"This is the forbidden air and the forbidden law? Sure enough, it's magical... It seems to suppress my spiritual sense. Even my spiritual sense can only be found out for tens of feet."

He looked up at the light of fire in the distance. The cat leaned forward and walked along the grass.