"I am from Donglin!" Su Ruoxue's beautiful eyes cold and she also noticed the movement.

"There are not many people, so it should not be the army of monks in Donglin. Let's go and take a look.

"Shen Lang's eyes shrank, and then fled to the south, and Su Ruoxue followed closely behind.

At the foot of a barren mountain thousands of miles away, seven monks in black robes of Donglin Jiedan stage pushed a large storage cart and rushed on the road with a vigilant look.

The storage cart is a large storage utensil, with a storage capacity of thousands of times that of a storage ring, but its disadvantages are also very obvious, that is, it is too large and bulky, about the same size as a carriage.

This thing is generally used to transport a large number of military supplies such as the Five Elements Spirit Crystal Spirit Herbs and Pills.

The seven monks in the team all had a late stage of Killing Pill cultivation, and the leader was a black-faced man in the late stage of Killing Pill.

"Be careful to prevent enemy airborne bird surveillance.

"The black-faced strong man sent a voice and released his spiritual sense to be alert all around him.

"Yes!" The other six cultivators in the Jingdan stage responded one after another.

"Commander Zheng, the border defense line of the northern continent of Yunjian has long collapsed. It is impossible for the Nascent Soul Stage to remain here. I don't have to be so vigilant.

"A gray-haired old man said casually.

The strong man with black face frowned and said, "That's right, we shipped materials, so we should be more careful to ensure that everything is foolproof! Don't underestimate the monks in Yunjian North Land. We have experienced the situation of the battlefield matchup that day.

"Yes, the power of that prehistoric spiritual treasure is so fucking terrifying!" Thinking about the scene where the Fire Kirin ravaged the battlefield five days ago, the few people were still a little scared.

If their leader Wang Wenshan had not joined forces with the three elders of Donglin to fight for their lives and severely injured the Fire Qilin, otherwise all the monks on the battlefield would have died.

"The monks from the North Land of Yunjian have a spiritual treasure with a destiny against the heavens, which is really a big concern.

Although our Donglin army is now in a state of unstoppable power, we must be wary of the opponent's counterattack at all times.

"The strong man with black face said in a deep voice, showing a look of worrying about the country and the people.

"In my opinion, Beilu has no ability to counterattack. As long as the leader of the King takes down that Daoling, it will only take place sooner or later.

"The few people started talking nonsense.

"Don't talk about it for now, please transport the supplies to you quickly.

Our logistics team has extremely little risk. Even if we encounter a cultivator in the early stage of Nascent Soul, with the cultivation level of all seven of us and the seven of us, we may not be able to fight!" said the strong man in black face.

"Not bad!" The other monks in the Jingdan stage nodded and agreed.

Just then.

Two rays of escape light suddenly flew from the distance, as fast as lightning. In almost a moment, they stopped in front of the black-faced strong man and others.

The handsome men and beautiful women are Shen Lang and Su Ruoxue.

"Fuck me, I'm a Nascent Soul cultivator!" The black-faced strong man and seven others were like five thunders thunder, their faces suddenly turned pale, and they were extremely pale.

With such speed of escape and spiritual pressure, only the Nascent Soul stage cultivator is possible.

Moreover, looking at the clothes they were wearing, they were obviously Nascent Soul cultivators from the Northland.

"Run!" The seven monks in the Kalpa stage exploded in an instant and rushed into pieces as if they had seen a ghost.

The black-faced strong man took the lead in escaping. This guy just said that he might not have no power to fight when he ran into a Nascent Soul cultivator, and now he runs faster than a rabbit.

"I want to run away? Let's stay for me!" Shen Lang sneered, pinched the Chunyang Sword Technique with one finger, and a large number of Qi swords rushed around like huge waves.

"Swish swish swish swish!" The sword rain was flying all over the sky, attacking the seven Jiedan monks who were fleeing, as fast as lightning.

"Boom boom boom!" Six white lights exploded, and blood mist floated out of the air.

The six monks in the Jingdan stage screamed before they could scream, and were bombarded with dense sword rain.

Compared with the late-stage cultivator of the Zhendan stage and the Nascent Soul stage cultivator, the strength is very different, not to mention that Shen Lang is a master who is far superior to that of ordinary early-stage cultivator of the Nascent Soul stage.

But the only one who was a slutty man was missed.

Shen Lang originally wanted to leave a living mouth and forced him to ask for some information, so he just wanted to use the Qi sword to trap the strong man with a black face.

Who knew that this guy had an amazing speed of escape. He wore an ancient cloak treasure on his shoulder and directly escaped from the range of the Qi Sword.

I noticed that the other six cultivators in the Jingdan stage were instantly killed. The black-faced man looked like a dirt and ran wildly in front like a mad dog, hoping to escape and ascend to heaven.

"Do you think you can run away?" Shen Lang didn't give him a chance, and immediately turned into Lei Peng and used the take-off thunder escape technique.

"Boom!" With just a few breaths, Shen Lang caught up with the black-faced strong man, stopped him, and turned back to his human body.

"Senior, please spare me, please spare me!" The strong man with black face was so scared that he immediately knelt in front of Shen Lang and kept kowtowing.

Shen Lang showed a hint of contempt and said, "Are people from Donglin who are as unscrupulous as you? Sorry, since I am targeted by this young master, you will be unlucky.

"After saying that, Shen Lang pressed his big hand towards the black-faced strong man's forehead and used the soul searching technique.

The black-faced strong man was almost unable to resist, so he was directly searched by Shen Lang and his whole body was trembling.

Soul Search can read all the memories in a monk's mind, and it takes a long time to read them all.

Shen Lang read selectively. Considering the possibility of passing by the East Continent in the future, he read some information about the geographical environment of the East Continent.

Shen Lang read the memories of the battle five days ago and was shocked.

In the last round of that day, it was not the monks from the North Land, but the people from Donglin.

The monks from the North Land swept across the battlefield with the help of the power of the Fire Kirin summoned by the Hetu Luoshu, and the people of Donglin were completely defeated, and most of the monks were injured and killed.

Although Wang Wenshan, the leader of the Donglin Continent, joined forces with the three elders of the Donglin stage and other Nascent Soul stage monks, severely injured the Fire Qilin, they were still unable to fight back.

In desperation, Wang Wenshan chose to surrender, and the Donglin people were defeated.

According to the rules of the war, the people from Donglin retreated from the border.

The monk from Beilu also breathed a sigh of relief. He thought the matter had come to an end, but who knew that something happened that night.

Originally, the Donglin people pretended to be defeated, and took advantage of the relaxation of the defense line on the border of the North Land that night and launched a sneak attack! Wang Wenshan led the 100,000 troops of Donglin to officially tear the face and attack the North Land.

The Northern Land monks fought according to the rules of the mainland battle. Although they won, they were very declining after the battle.

The army of monks in Donglin suddenly attacked, and the army of monks in Beilu caught him off guard.

Wang Wenshan also considered this sneak attack again and again.

There is Zhang Daoling in the North Land, and there is also an authentic prehistoric spiritual treasure, which has a strong deterrence.

Wang Wenshan felt that if their Donglin people did not take advantage of the serious injuries of Zhang Daoling and other masters, and attacked in a slump, they would have no chance to take down Beilu in the future.

If the North Land monks recover their vitality, they will still be under a huge threat! Therefore, Wang Wenshan decided to die

Nearly half of the Northern Soul cultivators led by Zhang Daoling Fengyue Laomo and others were seriously injured in the battlefield, and were at a disadvantage in terms of numbers. They were at a disadvantage in the fierce attack of Donglin people, and the situation was in danger.

The Nascent Soul Cultivator in Donglin attacked like a chicken blood, and did not give Zhang Daoling and other Nascent Soul Cultivators the chance to activate the River Tu Luoshu again.
Chapter completed!