Chapter 1230： Iron and blood

Ji Tianxing originally thought that he could find clues after discovering that the sea breeze and the blood fog were flying in different directions.

Follow the route of the blood fog, you can find the strong demon and the blood **** child.

But Xiao Han had thought of this a long time ago, and took action to investigate it.

The little hope that had just risen in his heart was immediately dashed.

In desperation, he could only temporarily dispel this idea, and flew to the gate of Xunfeng City with Xiao Han.

The closer you get to Xunfeng City, the stronger the black energy in the sky outside the city.

Xiao Han's face became solemn, and he reminded with a low tone: "Ling'er, be careful not to get these black auras, this is a highly poisonous plague.

The power of the poisonous plague is very terrifying, and only the strong soul refining realm can resist it, not afraid of plague erosion.

Below the soul refining realm, even if the strong Tianyuan is eroded by the plague, it will be corroded into bones within a month. "

While talking, Xiao Han released a white light from his soul, forming a mask to protect Xiao Ling'er.

The three of them passed through the black mist and finally came to the city gate.

I saw that Xunfeng City, which was shrouded in black gas and poisonous mist, had already opened up its great defense formation.

A multicolored shield covering a radius of tens of miles covers the entire city.

That powerful multicolored shield can resist most black gas and poisonous mist.

However, there was still black air floating in the sky inside the city, but the density of poisonous fog was much less than outside the city.

Rows of Donglin army wearing armors are guarding on the city wall, waiting for them.

The 500,000 Donglin Army under Xiao Han's command are all elite teachers and the patron saint of the East China Sea.

Even if the venomous plague struck, black energy continued to emerge in the city, the Eastern Forest Army was not afraid to shrink back, and the body was as tall as a javelin, standing on the head of the city.

Seeing the arrival of the three of Ji Tianxing, a centurion of the East Forest Army pressed his saber in his hand and shouted in a majestic manner: "Who is here?"

Although the centurion was tall and strong, he was full of breath when speaking.

But his face was glowing black, and his left hand had been corroded and festered, revealing dense white bones.

The several Donglin army not far from him were also eroded by the poisonous black gas, their bodies were full of rot and black blood oozes from their faces.

Seeing this scene, Ji Tianxing couldn't help but think to himself: "Xiao Han rules the army strictly, the Donglin Army is indeed an elite division. Although these sergeants are small people, they are also admirable!"

Xiao Han took a step forward and said with a majestic expression: "This man, Xiao Han, come to find Fengcheng to inspect military affairs!"

Hearing his majestic voice, the thirty-odd Donglin army on the head of the city suddenly looked solemn and bowed on one knee to salute.

"See Lord God!"

The movements of more than 30 people are neat and uniform, and their voices are full of air, very majestic and powerful.

However, several sergeants were eroded by the poison, and they could still be supported when standing.

As soon as they knelt down, their legs and feet, heads, necks and other places suddenly collapsed, and black blood appeared, exposing Bai Sensen's bones.

Especially for the centurion, the flesh and blood on half of his face festered and fell, revealing white bones.

The black blood ran down, soaking half of his armor.

Suffering from such a piercing pain, he didn't even fall, only a painful groan in his mouth.

Xiao Ling'er's heart tightened, and her eyes were red at the time.

But she resisted without tears, let alone crying.

Because this is the dignity of the Donglin Army, the iron bone of the Donglin Army!

Xiao Han took a deep breath, and bowed deeply to the thirty-odd Donglin army above the city.

"The soldiers have worked hard! You are the pride of the Donglin Army, the pride of my Xiao Han!"

More than 30 Donglin army salutes to Xiao Han again, with respectful attitudes and fanaticism and worship in their eyes.

The leading centurion made a low and hoarse voice with half of his face screaming, "Master God, compared to the people who are suffering in the city, we don't suffer!"

Xiao Han nodded slightly and said nothing more.

It is the blessing of the people of the East China Sea that his soldiers can have such iron-blooded pride and affection!

Soon, the Donglin army opened the city gate and welcomed the three of Ji Tianxing into the city.

As soon as I entered the city of Xunfeng, I saw a miserable mist, a tragic sight of blood and blood.

In the entire Xunfeng City, the streets and alleys were full of city guards and people running around in a panic.

The doors and windows of each house were closed tightly, and many houses were lit up with black smoke.

Team after team of city guards armed with armor and swords, escorting three or five people in ragged clothes, hurriedly crossed the streets and rushed to the distance.

On the wide Blackstone Avenue, many people's bones were lying on the ground, and patches of black blood were flowing on the ground, like a stream.

The exclamation of men, women and children, the roar of pain, the miserable howl, and the piercing crying, continued to come from all directions.

Ji Tianxing walked solemnly, his eyes swept around, and he immediately saw scenes of tragic scenes.

A group of city guards supported and hugged a few people who were all black and angry, fled from the houses and rushed to the center of the city.

However, before the team had run far, there was an old woman with gray hair, who collapsed on the spot, and his flesh and blood fell to the ground.

She screamed in pain, tumbling and wailing on the ground, and after just a few breaths, all the flesh and blood corroded into black blood.

She turned into a thin white bone, lying curled up on the ground, with black blood flowing silently under her body, and wisps of blood flew into the sky.

The footsteps of the several city guards paused, and they hurriedly supported several other people, and continued to run towards the center of the city.

But before they ran a few steps, another child who was held in the arms of the city guard screamed in pain.

It was a six or seven-year-old girl, wearing a small blue skirt, with two croissants, and she was lovely.

But in just a few breaths, her whole body quickly rotted and turned into a pool of black blood.

Only one fragile and petite skeleton, still covered with torn blue skirt cloth, was placed on the ground by the city guards.

Before long, one of the city guards also fell while running.

The heavy armor and sabre hit the black stone ground with a crisp sound.

He was festered with flesh and blood, screamed in pain, and tumbled and twitched on the ground, and soon died out.

After a few breaths, a young warrior in his twenties turned into a pool of black blood, a pile of armor sabers and a white bone.

Several other city guards and the people felt a little numb when they saw such a terrible scene.

They neither frightened nor wept bitterly, but continued to run with a dull look.

No way, in these two days, similar scenes have been unfolding, making everyone's emotions almost numb.

The people in the city are like walking dead, almost lost their emotions such as crying, sympathy, fear and worry.

Everyone is gloomy and desperate, waiting helplessly for death.

Perhaps the next person to become a bone is himself.