Just when all the countries were talking about praising the country's "legendary" place.

Qilan...

Defeated!

Feng Yun thought this was the first battle between Qielan and King Yelang, but he didn't expect that it would also be the final battle.

Qielan was defeated and retreated directly to the capital, allowing King Yelang to march in force.

Along the way, looting continued. They killed and captured the fleeing Qilan people whenever they wanted. There were no rules and they were full of the joy and pride of the victor.

In the eyes of King Yelang, the Qilan people were no different than livestock.

"When you are tired of killing people, let them go. We don't want this city. We will rob it again next year!"

"Hahaha!"

Accompanied by the arrogant laughter of the scolding king.

The rest of the people stopped killing people. The way they looked at the lamb made the Qilan people hate him, but they could only flee in a hurry.

Primitive and savage.

But under the bronze spears of blue light, there was order in the chaos.

Manwa was arranged by Feng Yun to guard the carriage, so he went alone, bringing only useful things with him, and arrived at the capital of Qilan.

Qilan's men were tired, and King Shashu had already arrived at the city.

Feng Yun wore a bamboo hat and used magic to sneak into Qilan City when the city gate was breached.

He doesn't talk.

It's just that the mysterious energy is coming out, and the breath is empty, and the ordinary people who are running away or committing violence along the way seem to be unable to see him.

This was the spell given to him by the witch - Illusion.

Although it cannot be understood deeply, it can still use one or two powers.

"Why, why can't I burn you to death?"

"You bamboo ghost and false god, you have harmed our country, Qilan. I will kill you with my own hands as a sacrifice to heaven and earth."

Bamboo ghost?

False God?

Feng Yun looked around and saw a group of people dressed in costumes in front of the Qielan Palace. They gathered around the fire and held some kind of ceremony, so it was grand.

And his eyes passed through this group of people.

Feng Yun saw a pair of eyes that were as clear as water and as calm as bamboo amid the swaying flames.

Why is it like bamboo?

Just because the owner of these eyes is a child of 17 or 17 or 18 years old, he was tied up in the fire, but like a mangosteen in the wind, he remained motionless despite the east, west, north and south winds.

But wind and fire are different, and mangosteen cannot resist the burning of wildfires.

It seemed that he could sense Feng Yun's gaze.

A glimmer of light appeared in those eyes that had become dim.

Help…

Silent words, relying only on the slight movement of pale lips, let Feng Yun understand what he meant.

See you soon…

"Boom!" King Qielan held a bronze ax and was about to chop off the child's head.

"Dang!" A small withered bamboo branch hit the axe.

Weiji Gua.

The ax slashed across the child's shoulder, taking away only the hemp rope that bound the child.

"Who!" King Qielan looked back and was furious, only to see King Sacu, who had already conquered the capital, rushing into Qielan Palace with a group of young men.

It’s over!

King Qi Lan loosened his grip.

"Bang." The ax fell.

There was panic all around, but no one ran away, because everyone knew that the moment the capital was besieged, there would be no escape.

"The king of curses!"

"What are the conditions for you to withdraw from the army?"

In the land of Yelang, various tribes are at war with each other, mostly plundering each other. This is a tacit understanding that the strong will survive.

King Qi Lan did not think that he would die.

Unfortunately, King Qielan's head was chopped off by King Saku as he spoke the conditions.

Blood spattered and almost hit Feng Yun's clothes.

"Conditions, haha, you Qielan was originally from Yelang's tribe, and now you dare to claim the country, then I will curse and defeat the Qielan country, and then I will dare to kill you. Now Qielan is mine, and your wife and daughter are mine.

, Is there anything else you can say about conditions?”

"Haha..." All around, the men who followed the King of Swearing on the expedition laughed, and while laughing, they were also frightened.

King Shacu killed King Qielan?

Want to take possession of his wife and daughter?

This is the first time that Sashu Yelang has done this since its establishment.

There have been tribes that broke away from Yelang before, but it was never this serious...

In fright, these people also looked at King Qielan's wives and concubines, with greed in their eyes.

Can they also share some profits?

However, King Shashu's eyes were different from theirs. Although he occupied Qielan's wife and daughter, he was looking at Feng Yun.

See this.

Feng Yun removed the magic.

"Who are you!" Why did you appear suddenly?

Yelang's people all around surrounded Feng Yun with spears in their hands, and they were all wary.

"Do it." King Sashu ordered.

Although it was a casual order, King Shashu frowned and stared at Feng Yun.

Zhou people?

"ah!"

"my leg?"

"It's frozen..."

There was a lot of wailing.

It is not difficult for Feng Yun to freeze these strong men at night with his cold poison.

"Explosion..." One night, Yelang shouted in surprise and anger. When he was about to let Yelang's men explode with blood and fight, the Cursing King raised his hand.

He looked at Feng Yun, and while admiring Feng Yun's appearance, appreciation flashed in his eyes because of Feng Yun's strength.

He shouted: "Stop!"

"Da!" King Shashu took a step forward, his eyes fixed on Feng Yun's movements, and he said arrogantly: "Is it from Zhou Di?"

"The methods are similar to those of our mountain witches."

"Yun has learned witchcraft and cursed Wang Haihan. This time he came uninvited."

"Oh, do you know Yelang?"

Mountain witches are also the sacrifices of mountains.

In the country of Yelang, most of the people worship natural objects as gods.

Mountain shamans are the ones who can channel spirits.

At this time, when they heard that their king said that Feng Yun was compared with Shan Wu, the people of Yelang couldn't help but feel in awe.

This was something that King Sacus did not expect.

He snorted angrily: "Is there any mountain witch that we should respect by scolding Yelang?"

Glancing at the child in the fire.

Someone understood and hurriedly kicked away the blazing fire and pushed the children out.

With long hair and a shawl, this child has delicate skin and tender flesh. From the looks of it, he looks more pampered than the Qilan royal family.
To be continued...