The news of Xuyun's defeat and wounded man spread to the Immortal Alliance, and he followed a self-immolation talisman to Qianqu County.

The fleet of the Zhengdao Immortal Alliance hovered outside the clouds, not very concerned about what happened to the ants, nor did they know that there was an underground secret passage between Hongfu and Qianqu.

Under the secret arrangement of the Immortal Official Hongfu, the county does not use spiritual energy to transmit messages, nor will it alarm the cultivators of the Immortal League.

The talisman of the letter was handed out from Wei Zhenyu. As soon as it reached Meng Heze's hand, it burned to ashes.

Ji Chen stretched his neck and didn't see the good news clearly. He felt a little regretful, but he smiled and said, "It's time, even Xuyun didn't stop Brother Song. See what other means he can do."

Wei Zhenyu frowned slightly: "But I don't know if Senior Brother Song's battle is hard, is he injured or is he seriously injured?"

Meng Heze said optimistically: "I didn't say that my senior brother was injured, it means I was not injured. Let me spread the news first, and I will take turns to watch tonight and eat meat."

Wei Zhenyu was speechless: "Eat it, eat it, I'll ask someone to prepare the seasoning."

Si Xue led the college children to beat the gong and the suona:

"Dear fellow villagers, King Song defeated Xuyun in the snow field! Xuyun dog thief has already hidden in his own sect and dare not come out!"

"The battle is not over yet, but victory will eventually belong to me!"

In the hot summer, people in thousands of channels are waiting for the battle to prepare for the battle.

The smell of earth is floating in the air, and the smell of water vapor, gunpowder and sulfur.

The wheat in the fields is no longer harvested, and it grows wildly in the wind, and looks like a golden ocean from afar.

With the gong knocking, good news is passed down by word of mouth:

"Who is Xuyun Dog Thief?"

"That guy is the head of Huawei Sect, and he ordered him to attack us Qianqu."

"Okay, it turns out it's him. King Song is mighty! Heaven blesses thousands of channels!"

In the evening, people put down their muskets, put away their firearms, and sang farming songs around the bonfire.

When we celebrate during wartime, we cannot drink alcohol, but we can eat meat.

The fat and thin animal meat is brushed with honey, set it on the oven to roast it, sprinkle with Thousands of Spicy Seasonings.

The outer skin is covered with tender pieces of meat, and the fragrance drifts away in the wind, making people salivate.

In the scent of the song, the tense nerves that have been long-lasting can be stretched, and the accumulated fatigue has been eliminated without realizing it.

Xu Kanshan Qiu Dacheng was betting on money with several disciples, some betting on the end of the war for a month, and some betting on the righteous immortal alliance that would withdraw its troops tomorrow.

Ji Xing's appetite was wide open. After eating half of the roasted whole lamb, Zhou Xiaoyun handed over the sour plum soup next to her and advised her to eat it slowly.

Laughing, bonfire crackling.

Ji Chen: "Actually, I'm thinking about it now, why hasn't the moment Qingya been moving? Brother Song's box, what exactly is it in Manjushri's box?"

The Qingya disciples were mourning for the saint of calligraphy, and kept their doors away, and were as quiet as if they were not in the realm of cultivation.

Wei Zhenyu attached: "Why don't we have that box? He is the only one? If you want to explain the matter of Qianqu, you should tell me that I am. Midnight, Manjushri is far away in Qingya, and he is also rigid, and he can't say ten sentences a day. What's the point of interacting with such people..."

Another typical Wei Ping tone. Meng Heze's nose moved. In the strong aroma of barbecue, he vaguely smelled a familiar fragrance of tea, and immediately broke down roughly:

"Are you too full? Filling with others causes trouble. Senior Brother Song has his own reasons for doing things. Don't ask too much or care about it."

Wei Zhenyu glanced at him coldly: "Song Qianji is not here, why are you and us pretending to be a gentleman? What is in that box? Do you dare say you are not curious?"

"When it comes to pretending, who can be more capable than General Manager Wei? What do you think of King Wei?" Meng Heze said coldly, "I am indeed curious, but I will not speculate randomly!"

The question was forcibly interrupted. The three of them finished the barbecue absent-mindedly, as if they were carrying three cats in their arms.

Ji Chen touched his chin and said unintentionally: "I don't think Brother Song looks like a person who knows the spirit stone magic weapon."

Wei Zhenyu said calmly: "Well, it probably isn't a secret to the martial arts."

Meng Heze immediately refused: "You don't know Brother Song too much. If you can be put into a box by him, it's a beloved thing, such as potato flowers."

Wei Zhenyu praised exaggeratedly: "Wow, you know him well!"

Then his tone changed: "Who just said he couldn't speculate?"

Meng Heze's expression was slightly stiff and he stopped talking.

Ji Chen lowered his head and laughed secretly, looking up, "It doesn't matter if I send bamboo shoots and potatoes, but before the battle, I still send potato flowers? It doesn't matter, it doesn't make sense. In my opinion, I'm not..."

Before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed: "Enemy attack!"

The Qiankui protection formation was controlled by Ji Chen. Wei Zhenyu immediately got up without asking, and said loudly: "Prepare for battle!"

Meng Heze had already picked up the sword and greeted the disciples of Songyuan.

The singing came to an abrupt end and the war drums were heard.

The city defense team, charge hunting team, musket team, firearm team and other teams that were easily chatting and laughing were assembled in an instant.

"boom!"

The explosion sounded like thunder.

In the blink of an eye, "thunder" rolled over the thousand channels.

Various magical instruments and talismans intensively attack the protective formation, causing explosions, and colorful lights illuminate half of the night.

A stream of light flew out of the Immortal Alliance cloud ship, and the monks rode on the flying sword and rushed to the thousands of channels like a tide.

Ji Chen quickly pulled the array plate and controlled the formation with all his strength.

Meng Heze is preparing to lead the team to fight.

"Be careful, this time is different, don't fight hard." Wei Zhenyu stopped him with a serious expression.

The cultivators of the Immortal League have never had such a united momentum. I am afraid that Xuyun's injury stimulated him.

Something was wrong. His cultivation level had generally increased. How could it change so quickly overnight?

Wei Zhenyu made a quick decision and ordered the cannon to be activated.

Designed and invented by Sigong, the heavy artillery as heavy as an iron mountain finally appeared.

As soon as the cannon rang, the earth shook, and smoke filled the sky.

The offensive against ‌ was temporarily suspended, and Ji Chen's shoulder pressure suddenly eased.

Meng Heze took this opportunity to lead the disciples of the Song Academy to rush out of the protective array, preparing to catch the other party off guard.

As soon as he arrived in front of the formation, a sound of piano suddenly came from the sky above Hongfu County.

The sound of the piano is rapid and sad, like a death knell.

The monks of the Immortal League retreated when they heard the zither, leaving Qianqu people in confusion.

Why did it end before it even started?

‌For the cultivators of the Immortal League whose cultivation level soared and their momentum were coming, the Qianqu people had already made the awareness of fighting hard and bloody battles all night.

Who knew that the thunder and rain were so loud that it only took half a quarter of an hour to attack the enemy from beginning to end.

Wei Zhenyu, Meng Heze, and Ji Chen stood on the city wall, not daring to relax at all, and watched the changes in Hongfu direction.

Until midnight, Hong Fudidao's secret letters resolved their doubts

——Assassin lurked in Huawei Sect. Xuyun was assassinated and his life was hanging on the line. He Qingqing, the current leader of the Xianyin Sect, urgently asked He Qingqing, to heal his wounds.

"Is it true?" Ji Chen couldn't believe it: "Assassinated? That dog thief is in Huawei Sect, like a thousand-year-old turtle who is in the shell. Who can assassinate him in Huawei Sect? Could it be that he is crazy and doesn't want to live?"

Wei Zhenyu: "What's so strange? Assassination requires military danger. Don't forget that someone was assassinating the Qianqu King in Qianqu back then."

Assassins are shameful business, they have no face and no name, they don’t need to be remembered or thanked by anyone.

"I forgot that you are also an assassin." Meng Heze said, "Who do you think it is this time?"

Wei Zhenyu: "The lean camel is bigger than a horse. Even if Xu Yun is injured in the snow field, no one can assassinate him. What's more, the Huawei Sect has a strict formation and has to sneak in and wait for the opportunity so far... There are many people who want to do such a thing, and only one can do it."

"Is it him?" Ji Chen asked.

"It's him." Meng Heze's head.

He thought of it all.

Wei Zhenyu suddenly shouted to the night sky: "Hey!"

Meng Heze, Ji Chen was startled and looked at him in confusion.

Wei Zhenyu raised his hands and placed them in front of the trumpet like a loudspeaker and shouted: "If you want to come back, come back, pretend to be cool? Do you think you are very majestic? Are you an assassin, what kind of hero you are?"

Meng Heze thought for a while and then shouted: "Half of the fabric in the warehouse has become moldy, and the other half has faded. Your cat eats too much and is wasting food like you. Don't expect anyone to feed it for you. You-" His voice suddenly lowered, as if he was embarrassed, "Your cat misses you."

Ji Chen shouted: "He said he misses you, I miss you, Song Yuan wants--"

Meng Heze yelled in anger: "I haven't said it!"

Wei Zhenyu smiled and said, "He said, he said every day-"

Meng Heze: "Nonsense!"

The night in the thousands of canals is as cool as water, and stars are twinkling like huge gems. The refreshing west wind blows the colorful clouds and chases the bright moon.

The three of them shouted in turn at the lofty night sky, laughing and scolding, their voices flew into the sky and drifted to the unknown distance.
Chapter completed!