Chapter 707: Chapter 708 Invincible
At night, the old people in the field of strange art gathered again to discuss what happened inside the Chao army, that is, the collectors responded to the Chao army's sacrifice.
"There is a movement on the Chao army."
"After the 'coming of the heavenly beast', it is the 'oracrifice'..."
There are old people who read and say words. They didn't expect that the heavenly people would take this step. They thought that the heavenly people would appear in person or send heavenly beasts to fight against them.
"The heavenly beast did not appear. Has it discovered our intention?" An old man asked.
The intention of these old things is actually very simple, that is, to force the people of Tianzong to intervene by attacking the tide army. No matter how hidden the intervention is, it will always leave traces. Even if the people of Tianzong can't be found, at least something can be seen from the traces.
"It's hard to say, but this is very likely."
"We don't hide our purpose, and that heavenly man can't be a fool. It's not difficult to guess. It's better to say that it's right with our purpose."
They hope that the heavenly people can guess their intentions and take the initiative to appear to find them, so that they can talk about it.
It's settled. Everyone is fine. If the negotiation is not appropriate, the result will not be bad.
"That's right."
"But that heavenly man made an 'altar oracle', and our purpose of forcing him to appear was invone."
"It doesn't matter. He always wants to protect the tide army. As long as we continue to work hard, he can't sit idly by. As long as he intervenes, we can trace the source of the strange art and find him."
There was a lot of talk at the party, such as the follow-up strategy of using strange techniques against the Chao army, the response to the worst situation, and the inheritance after being destroyed.
"It's not early. Let's go and have a rest first."
It was very late, and finally the patriarch of Shuntian announced the end of the meeting.
The gathering in the field of strange art was in the wild, and the place was randomly determined by three random. After the meeting, some old things that walked alone dispersed as soon as possible, separated from the crowd and walked quickly through the woods towards the Mang military camp.
"I didn't expect that in my lifetime, I would meet a person who can kill the evil emperor, and still stand on his opposite side."
Silver shuttled through the woods. Because of the affairs of the heavenly man, he knows that he is overpowerful, but this is also not a choice. As an elder in the field of strange art, he naturally does not want new evil to appear again.
"If it were before, but I don't care if I think about it... Huh? What's the matter?"
Before he finished speaking, this elderly indigenous man who quickly shuttled through the woods suddenly felt a flower in front of him, the soles of his feet slipped, and his head fell from the tree, and there was no more communication.
In the Mang military camp, the old people who returned to the barracks have not noticed that the more lone old people like Silver are missing, because they are more solitude and eccentric. It is normal for them to suddenly disappear.
"Have you seen the old man Silver?"
"I didn't see it."
"Strange thing, I saw him coming this way just now."
The people who came to Silver were puzzled, because at the speed of Silver, they had been the first to return to the barracks by this time.
Then, a native skeleton was built on the ground using the rhizome.
Seeing this situation, other individuals couldn't help but be curious.
"What's the use of making these indigenous bones?"
"Let the Mang army think that the indigenous people who can use the spiritual realm are not disappearing but dying. In a very abrupt way, the more unnatural the death can reflect that the heavenly beast is helping the tide army. The Mang army may be afraid to surrender directly." Individual explanations of making skeletons.
This seems to be a good idea, because indigenous and scientific research resources are equated. When collectors intervene, they naturally hope that the fewer indigenous people die, the better.
It doesn't matter if the indigenous people kill each other, but they can't die too much because of them.
"Is it the same for those individuals with high application to the spiritual realm?" There is an individual question.
"That's the same, but you have to disguise it like 'originally alive but suddenly death turned into a skeleton'." Individual answers that put forward ideas.
"I understand."
The next day, there was a shocking shout from the Mang army camp, and someone ran and shouted in panic.
"Oh my God! Something big has happened! Everyone, get up quickly!"
The shouting man ran straight to the main tent of the Mang army, and the senior officials of the Mang army walked out of the tent.
"What happened? What made you so much trouble? The wise mang army asked.
"Wise teacher, wise teacher, it's not good! The tent is full of corpses! They are all dead!"
Hearing this, the senior officials of the Mang army were shocked, but they were not surprised, because in their expectation, the Chao army would also retaliate against them with strange tricks.
"Who died?" The Mangjun Hall asked.
"They... those aliens who haven't been in the barracks for a long time! All are dead, leaving only the bones!"
"What are you talking about?"
The wise master of the Mang army shouted, and other senior officials of the Mang army were no longer calm, because the dead were not ordinary soldiers they expected. but a strange person who could use strange tricks.
The wise master opened the tents mentioned in the report, aiming at a piece of skeleton in clothes, maintaining a sleeping position, as if he had suddenly changed from a living person to a skeleton because of some change.
Among these bones, with his clothes, the wise master of the Mangjun recognized a person, who was the younger generation of the clan who visited the sect before and led the barracks, and the best of the young generation of the sect.
"Oh, my God... Xiao!"
"How should I explain to the sect! On the other side of the suzerain..." The mourning of the wise master of the Mang army stopped abruptly, and when he calmed down, he immediately thought of the most powerful person in his impression, "Yes, and the suzerain! He must know what's going on!"
"Master, it's not a big deal..."
As soon as I opened the tent where the suzerain lived, I saw a skeleton sitting at the table holding a book while reading. The clothes were recognized by the reckless military wise master, which was worn by the patriarch.
Shocking news.
"Zongzhu!!!"
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