The ancestors engaged in introversion in Xiuxianwen

"Ah."

The hearts of everyone in the Star Chaser Sect dropped into their stomachs.

It’s okay, done!

The five-man legion looked at the relieved expressions on the faces of the Star Chaser Sect, and vaguely heard the word "ancestor". They had a guess in their hearts, but they were still a little worried. After all, they were far away from the rumored ancestor Ran. I don't know how powerful she is.

"How sure are you?" the good general asked.

Xie Heng's long eyelashes blinked slowly, "Ninety percent."

Lin Yunqiu and everyone: Too humble, too humble.

"..."

The five people looked strange, and finally nodded.

They discussed in that room for a long time, thinking about dying in battle and heroic sacrifice, but now it seemed like nothing happened, which was quite empty.

Let's do this for now, and they can discuss a backup plan afterwards.

Wang Xing asked: "Then what do we do?"

"Wait for the enemy troops to be in chaos." Xie Heng said every word, but his voice was very soft.

The good general nodded and said: "Yanzhou is lost, Fengzhou has been trapped for a long time, and morale is low. We need to use this battle to improve the confidence of the soldiers and everyone!"

**

"Damn, lost!"

Fu Zao led his hundred-man army to lure the army of monsters behind to turn left and right, and finally lived up to expectations and got lost.

In the vacancy of ten thousand years, many topography and landforms have changed. He looked at the scenery in front of him, feeling quite confused.

What state is this from? Green state or red state?

Couldn't that damn woman think carefully before arranging things for him? Don’t you think about the status of a person who has been missing for ten thousand years?

He stamped his feet, gritted his teeth, and rushed out with a group of tails covering their heads.

Forget it, let’s deal with the group of guys at the back first.

Finally finding a dead end, he waited until the monster behind him was dead before going back to pick up the body.

Damn woman, why do you think it takes money to feed him? She has so many medicinal materials, just sell one and she can feed him, who is thin and pitiful, okay? He had to do the work of picking up corpses himself!

Doesn't he want to lose face?

Fortunately no one was around.

Quickly picking up all the corpses, he felt a strange sense of accomplishment as he looked at the corpses piled into a hill in the space.

"I'm really crazy."

He sighed with a strange look on his face, preparing to observe his surroundings before making a plan. Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, he saw a figure standing there silently, with deep eyes, and he didn't know how long he had been standing there.

Fu Zhuo: "!!!"

Fu Zhao: "..."

Fu Zao held back one word: "Fuck."

Is it too late to rush over and beat that man to death?

He stared at the man for a long time, hiding the embarrassment in his heart, nodded at him, turned around and planned to leave.

How could it be such a coincidence that I met him?

There was wind under his feet, and he quickly shook off the monk in white clothes behind him.

Unable to see the figure behind him, Fu Zao's pace gradually slowed down. He had not noticed before that the place he chose was not ordinary weird.

There are countless dry things pointing straight up into the sky, and there are patches of dead grass on the ground. It is extremely quiet, with no sign of any living things.

It feels like a dense forest that was originally polluted by something weird, or the source of some kind of spiritual energy disappears, and the creatures inside gradually die out. As time goes by, it becomes a deserted place, and even many creatures with... The resentful undead.

This is nothing. Fuzuo had seen a lot when he was alive in his previous life.

——He calls the beginning of ten thousand years ago the last life. The most bizarre thing is that when he reaches this state, he can't get out.

He stood where he had found the monk before, frowning, lost in thought.

Bichen seemed to expect that he would come back. He found a twisted tree root and was meditating with his legs crossed. When he saw him coming back, he opened his eyelids and looked at him.

Fu Tao looked at him, unable to distinguish the emotion in his dark eyes. After pausing for a few seconds, he turned away and rushed out in another direction without believing in evil.

A few minutes later, he returned to the starting point again, grinding his teeth and making his head hurt with anger.

It was fine for him to be here alone, but there was someone watching his idiotic behavior. His face felt a little burning, and he decided to blow up this damn place if he couldn't get out again.

"This place is not simple. Don't wander around. Come and sit."

Just as he was embarrassed, the other party's plain voice came over and gave him the steps.

He looked very much like the man in his impression. Perhaps because he was used to being controlled, he actually walked over subconsciously, and when he realized what he was about to do, he stopped in his tracks.

The atmosphere was silent for a while.

"Why is Master here?" Fu Tuo said in a cold voice.

No normal person would come to this damn place, right?

"I just happened to track him down here while doing some work."

Bichen didn't seem to care about his indifference.

He had a serious face. Fu Zhuo was not sure whether what he said was true or not, and did not ask him what he was doing. He asked, "Master, is there a way to get out?"

I don’t want to stay in this damn place for a moment.

Next time you go out, you have to ask that woman to think of a solution for you. You can't just get lost!

Baochen looked at him intently, for a moment, then lowered his eyes, "This place looks vicious, with resentful spirits lingering around. When I came in, the neighboring villages and counties outside were not affected at all. I think it is not a dangerous place, so the donor can relax." , it’s getting late today, let’s find a way out tomorrow.”

Not a dangerous place?

Fu Tao thought there was something wrong with this, so he raised his head and glanced at the sky. The darkness was gradually closing in. He frowned and helplessly found a tree stump to sit down.

The atmosphere was too quiet. Even though the other party was meditating, Fuzuo still felt uncomfortable. He twisted his buttocks from left to right as if he had a sore. He said "I'm going out for a walk" and ran away.

After walking some distance, Fuzuo stopped and stood there for a while, turned around and wanted to find a place to sit down. Somehow, he suddenly saw a person in front of him. To be precise, it was a silhouette.

Just one look at that back figure made him stunned.

A few strands of black hair were tied behind her head with a red rope, and the rest was scattered casually on the pure white clothes.

The surroundings were no longer filled with death, but green grass, towering ancient trees, and luxuriant branches. The man was facing him sideways, holding black and white in his left and right hands, and was playing chess.

Fu Zao was stunned: "Qianhen..."

How could it be Qianhen? Why is he here?

Fu Zao doesn't know much about chess, but in the past, after being supervised by his cheap brother and influenced by Qianhen, he can still see something. The murderous intention contained in the black chess piece defeated the docile white chess piece step by step. Even Qian Hen, who had always been elegant and calm, was infected with a terrifying aura of violence.

Finally, he flipped the chessboard over!

Fu Zao has never seen Qian Hen like this.

Something is wrong around here.

He closed his eyes hard, then opened them again, and the dark scene returned to his eyes.

He raised his head and looked forward, only to see a high mountain, looming in the darkness, but like an illusion, it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

(End of this chapter)