Campus belle's cultivation master

It was just dawn, and the vast water flowed slowly eastward.

Several birds swooped down, flitted across the vast expanse of water, picked up the fish in the water and flew into the mountains. It was a peaceful scene.

The sad cry came from more than a dozen men

"Spare us... We surrender, we surrender!"

"We just want to let us live, we just want to live..."

In an open space here, more than a dozen young men were scarred and their skin and flesh turned out, and their appearance was miserable. They knelt on the soft and rotten wet mud and begged for mercy to a group of guys in strange clothes.

It's too remote here. It's surrounded by uninhabited virgin forests, and you can't see half a person for many years. So their cry can't spread far, at most, it will scare the birds and rabbits in the forest.

Standing opposite them, these people were dressed in colorful clothes, with decorations made of bones on their bodies, and their cheeks were painted like ghost charms. Judging from their appearance, they were obviously foreigners.

Basically, everyone is skinny, his face covered with oil is wrinkled, his cheekbones are high, his eyes are sunken, and his eyes are empty, just like a walking corpse.

No matter how the young men cry or cry, they have no response. This is a group of loyal guards, standing there motionless, no matter it's windy or rainy, as long as there is no command, they can't move a cent.

From the bushes in the forest, you can see rows of gray green tents, which are supported by rough sticks. It's obviously a big camp.

At this time, there are hundreds of people in the camp, all busy with their own affairs. Some people are eating, some are meditating quietly with their eyes closed, some are painting bamboo arrows with deadly poison

In fact, this is only part of it. So far, there are 2000 people of Wushan six religions gathered around Tushan island.

This number is only two regiments in the regular army. It seems that it's nothing serious. But if these two thousand people are all composed of practitioners, and each of them has at least the strength of inner strength, it will be quite shocking.

With the awakening of the cultivation civilization, many countries in the world are busy forming their own cultivation corps, but so far no country has really achieved success. After all, these people in Xiuzhen are always rebellious and difficult to obey.

But in Huaixi Province, on both sides of the huaishui River, there is a team of practitioners with orderly orders and strict discipline, which is incredible.

At the edge of the camp, there are several large stones lying horizontally, with obvious traces of chopping and chiseling on the surface.

Three old men sat on it with their knees crossed, staring at a big pot in the middle, where the soup was boiling, and the smell of meat filled the pot.

The fire under the pot was burning vigorously, the dew stained wood was beeping, and the smoke was rising from the dense forest

"It's been half a year. If it goes on like this, it's definitely not a solution. Even if the Chinese military doesn't intervene, we will starve to death." Said a thin, dry old man, in a worried tone. He twisted a string of beads in his hand, each of which was glossy.

He is one of the six religions in Wushan. He is the great protector of Zhaoling religion. He is more than 100 years old and half a step into his cultivation.

In southern Xinjiang, Zhaoling sect is the weakest. Inza is already the first master of Zhaoling sect. Their young leader, who is less than 16 years old, is the weakest. Therefore, he has a high status as a protector of Zhaoling sect.

He was always worried about the hunting of Tianlan sect, which was closely related to the weak status of Zhaoling sect in southern Xinjiang. After all, the poorer, the weaker the ability to resist risk.

Sitting opposite was an old woman with a wrinkled face. She was also skinny and had a sharp chin. She was staring at the broth and swallowing, greedy and sharp, like a vulture.

Hearing inza's words, she slowly raised her face, and her voice was sharp and harsh: "the people of Tianlan sect are lax, and their mountain protection array won't last long. Inza, even if you want to back off, it's time for today. "

Zun LAN Gong, the leader of Wugu cult, is an old woman up to 170 years old. Her real name is Lan Gong. The word "Zun" in front of her is a word of respect, which represents a lofty position.

This is a demigod, but because it has been hidden for decades, even the intelligence network of RAND Corporation of M country can not penetrate, so it is not listed on the list of heaven. The only time she was born was more than 80 years ago, when the special disposal Bureau of the Chinese military headquarters and the standing army of the border area surrounded and suppressed the witches and insects in the southern border area. Zun LAN Gong was ranked 63rd in the local list by his great accomplishments in Huajing.

Many people feel that with her talent and age at that time, it is impossible to go any further. But in fact, 80 years later, the special disposal Bureau was renamed as the 13th one, and Zun LAN Gong has entered the congenital realm.

"Li Yangchuan is a man with deep mind, and it's hard to know whether he is true or not." Inza is still a little uneasy, "I always feel uneasy about putting hope on him..."

As he spoke, he couldn't help looking up at the third person.

The third man was also an old man, but he was tall and powerful, with black runes on his face. He looked gloomy and ghostly.

Ming kezunla, the leader of the ghost witch sect, is also the main advocate of the six religions. The old Wushan ghost who was killed by Lin Yu in the Tushan battle of Tianlan sect is his brother.

Mingkezunla is also a demigod, ranked 21 in the list of heaven. His real name is Mingke, and zunla is also honorific, which means "alliance leader" or "commander" in the language of Southern Xinjiang witchcraft.

It can be seen that he is the one with the highest status among the six religions.

The leaders of the three religions gathered on the South Bank of the huaishui River to encircle the south of Tianlan sect and the lower reaches of the huaishui River, while the other three religions gathered on the North Bank of the huaishui River to guard the north of Tianlan sect and the upper reaches of the huaishui river.

After a long period of close cooperation, the two sides are like Tietong. They have surrounded Tianlan Zong in such a tight way that even a bird can't get out. At the beginning, Du Shenggu could still rely on his geographical advantages to take people out of the mountain to buy some medicines. Now, even this advantage has disappeared.

Mingkezunla pursed her mouth tightly, just listening to the other two people, not saying anything.

Until a subordinate came respectfully and knelt down on one knee: "mingkezunla, please show me what to do with the tianlanzong fugitive who was caught last night? Do you want the same... "

The man said, can't help looking at the pot standing on the stone, can't help swallowing.

"Don't worry. This seat is of great use." Mingkezunla's voice is hoarse. Listening to the bursts of crying coming from not far away, he habitually picks up a spoon to stir the broth in the pot, and then turns up a white human skull