Mountain dwelling practice: I am a gentle guest in the world

Chapter 942

An unprecedented murderous aura descended from the sky, and with the reminder from Qingyu's friends, the Xiaodi tribe also felt like they were facing a formidable enemy. In addition to heavily guarding the border, they also summoned other tribes and large numbers of orcs from nowhere to gather at the border.

It is said to be support, but in fact it is a hostage.

When facing a strong man, they also knew that they had to use courtesy before force, and sent the peace-loving faction headed by Di Lanxin to stand at the front of the queue to apologize and beg the Immortal Lord to show mercy.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and the silver-haired immortal who looked like a god descending from the earth slowly raised his hand and pointed it forward.

The momentum was magnificent, and the silent team suddenly burst into murderous aura, swooping down like a sharp blade out of its sheath. The Xiaodi tribe did not expect that the only legendary killing god immortal was a real killing god, and they fought without hesitation.

Despite being prepared, the Xiaodi tribe, who were accustomed to the mild and nagging style of the Qingyu Immortals, were unable to adapt for a while and were caught off guard.

However, they were originally warmongers, and they quickly adapted and began to fight back, and tried to occupy the immortals' settlements. Today, the Qingyu border is ruled by the Immortal Lord, and he will fight whenever he comes, and the rest of the people can only follow him.

Even if there are objections, we dare not neglect them. If we fall behind now, it will be tantamount to the destruction of all the soldiers in the border area of ​​Qingyu.

No one can bear this sin.

Without their own people to make trouble, the Qingyu soldiers were almost unstoppable. But the desperate struggle of the spirits also worked, especially the leaders of each tribe were very powerful, and they used a variety of tricks to break through the siege and hit the air.

Meng Ji and He Yu led a small team of new recruits to protect the emperor. At present, they were fighting against the leaders of the various tribes of the Xiaodi who had extraordinary abilities.

The remaining group of new soldiers stood guard on the side, but the Immortal Venerable's carriage and white clothes were too conspicuous, so they had to capture the leader first. The leaders had already tacitly split their troops into several groups, leading the old soldiers away, leaving the inexperienced new soldiers exhausted to cope with the situation.

"Why do you wear white?" Sang Yue was displeased by the murderous aura outside the car. She leaned towards the coach's seat and complained, "You've been made a target, right? Did you do it on purpose?"

I've watched too many fantasy dramas from my hometown, so it's inevitable that my imagination is a little wild and I'm good at using my imagination to fill in the blanks.

"It's a rare moment for you to be smart." Listening to the deafening sound of fighting, Qingsu Immortal Venerable felt much better and said calmly, "Fighting without a target is so boring."

Our side is so good at fighting that the enemy has no motivation to even fight.

With him as a target, countless talented people would attack him. Naturally, he would be fine, but the immortal guards around him would be in trouble. Whenever the enemy broke through one of the defense lines, the immortal guards guarding that line would be punished.

The method of punishment was the same as that of those who advocated peace. He would kick them out of the battlefield with half of their cultivation removed, and they would have to rely on their own abilities to come back alive.

It doesn't matter if he can't come back alive, he allows him to reincarnate, if he is not beaten to death by the enemy. Even if he is ruthless, he still trained 3,000 elite soldiers who escaped death to serve Qingyu.

The battle was fierce right in front of me, and the enemy and I were fighting fiercely.

The useless recruits fought and retreated, getting closer and closer to the carriage. The Immortal Venerable observed the recruits surrounding him coldly, and glanced at his family. He accidentally saw a hint of excitement in her eyes, and couldn't help but suggest:
"Now that you're here, why don't you go down and practice?"

"No," Sang Yue refused decisively, "I serve Qin, and I love peace."

Fearing that he would misunderstand that she wanted to go down to practice, she hurriedly sat closer to him, using body language to tell him that she was not a soldier under his command. Unexpectedly, as soon as she sat firmly, she heard a "whoosh", and his white clothes, which were whiter than snow, were covered with a touch of crimson.

The smell of crimson blood was so strong that even Sang Yue could smell it.

That was not the blood of an immortal, but that of the Xiaodi tribe, and it smelled extremely fishy. The air was slightly condensed, and the sounds of fighting around seemed to be isolated thousands of miles away.

This time, Sang Yue didn't notice that the atmosphere was wrong. She was overwhelmed by the smell of blood and was looking at his white clothes stained with blood with regret.

Oh, what a pity for this set of clothes. Meng Ji said that he has mysophobia and he will never wear clothes that have been splashed with other people's blood. But the texture of this dress is really good. Although she doesn't know what material it is, it feels very good to the touch. "I am incompetent," after repelling the enemy, two figures suddenly appeared in front of the seat to plead guilty, "Please punish me, Your Majesty!"

Punishment? This time Sang Yue noticed it, looked up at the two people who came to ask for forgiveness, and then subconsciously looked at the Immortal Venerable to see what his expression was. As a result, she saw him looking at her...hands, and she instinctively looked down.

Oh, it’s nothing. The red marks on the white clothes are too glaring and unsightly.

He casually threw a spell to help clean it up. Look, it's clean now. Why throw it away? Without waiting for the Immortal Venerable to take action, He Yu appeared out of nowhere and kicked the two Immortal Guards out of the car, secretly cursing them for not having enough tact.

"My lord, please calm down. The new recruits are useless and need training." He Yu turned around and apologized.

Severe punishment is not needed now. The genocide brigade personally ordered by the master is short of two thousand people, and the later arrivals need to be trained. One less person is better.

"Get lost." Immortal Qingsu glanced at him.

"Hey!" He Yu responded quickly, turned around and jumped out of the car to continue fighting.

Sure enough, the Immortal Venerable, who had a family, finally became down-to-earth and popular. He was no longer indifferent and cold-faced as before. Sang Yue finally realized that what she had done was inappropriate, and instinctively threw away the corner of the clothes she was holding.

But when he thought that he was the head coach now, doing so would seem to undermine his dignity, so he reached out and smoothed the corner of his clothes.

Then he turned around and continued to watch the fight as if nothing had happened. The Immortal Lord, who had seen all her movements, raised his eyebrows slightly and said indifferently:

"Shiqin, lend me your eyes to have a good look at the whole scene. See it clearly."

"okay."

Sang Yue did not disobey this time, nor did she correct him in addressing her. He was the boss now, so he could say whatever he wanted. He borrowed her eyes not to dig them out, but because he was too lazy to stand up and wait and see, he planned to cast a spell to observe the whole scene through her eyes.

In order to see more clearly, Sang Yue moved to the edge of the deck and looked around.

In fact, she could have released a large number of insect-shaped electronic eyes sent by Ah Shui and Ah Lu, saving mana as much as possible. These electronic products were given to her when she reunited with her old friends in the lower world last time, and some were taken from the air when she recognized her relatives in the Cloud Palace and chatted with relatives and friends in the lower world.

But they are mortal objects after all. This is a battle between immortals with wildly powerful magic powers, and anything that touches them will shatter.

Not only is it a thankless task, it also makes people laugh at you. Isn't it a pity to destroy the things given to you by your friends?

So it was better to do it yourself, sitting on the edge of the car and looking at the whole scene. At a glance, you can tell which ones are immortals and which ones are Xiaodi. The immortals obviously have the upper hand, and except for the leaders of the Xiaodi, the rest are vulnerable.

The reason they have been able to hold out until now is because they have integrated the skills of the orcs.

For example, invisibility, and replicating the appearance and skills of the immortals.

In fact, it was useless to copy them, because the spirit + beast aura on them could not be concealed at all. Using this skill would at most stun the immortals, but this stun gave the Xiaodi a chance to catch their breath.

"Did you see it clearly?" someone's voice came from behind.

"Yeah." Sang Yue nodded without any doubt.

After nodding, I realized something was wrong. Just when I was about to look back to see what he was doing, I was suddenly kicked in the back... Hey, the Xiaodi tribe is not a human, but he is a real dog, this bastard!
Sang Yue, who was kicked out of the car, remained expressionless, but gritted her teeth.