"The land around Lushou Mountain is really desolate."

Walking on the spacious road, Chen Yuan looked at the scenery along the way and felt emotional for a moment.

Two days have passed since he left the forest.

During this period, Chen Yuan did not rush on the road blindly. Sometimes he cultivated his body, regulated his breath and blood, and sometimes stopped to explore and understand the world. He could be regarded as seeing the scenery of this world.

From what he has seen so far, this world is not much different from the Dongxu Realm. There are many dense forests, dangerous lands, and a low level of development. During this period, he has only seen two dilapidated villages. The residents in them have been emptied of their buildings, and the cultivated land has long been deserted.

, only an outline remains, overgrown with weeds.

"It is also understandable that after more than thirty years of the Lushou Mountain God's perverse actions, the surrounding believers and mortals have long been squeezed out. They either died or had to migrate."

Just as he was thinking, he saw a slowly rising smoke in the distance.

"Finally, we saw traces of a living person."

Refreshed, Chen Yuan quickened his pace, but soon slowed down again.

Da da da--

The rapid, chaotic sound of horse hooves came from the front.

Before anyone arrived, the pungent smell of blood had already drifted over.

Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen variegated horses galloped over. The people sitting on them howled wantonly and waved weapons. On the side of the horse, there was a hemp rope net bag hanging, and there were several human heads dripping with blood inside!

Chen Yuan looked attentively and saw that the riders had disheveled hair and colorful costumes that were very different from those in the Central Plains. The language in their mouths contained rhymes. Although Chen Yuan could not understand it, he could see the joy of returning from the killing from the beaming faces of the people.

!

Suddenly, a rider noticed Chen Yuan on the roadside.

"Ning Ren?" he asked in a strange Chinese dialect, and then grinned happily, "There is another prey!"

The other riders immediately cheered and roared in Chinese dialect with strange accents.

"Hunting! Hunting!"

"kill!"

They turned their horses and ran around Chen Yuan.

The leading men brandished their swords and slashed at Chen Yuan with murderous intent on their faces!

"When you leave the mountains and forests, the first people you meet are of this virtue. This is not a good sign!" Chen Yuan shook his head, swayed, and walked in front of a horse, sweeping his feet!

Boom!

The tall horse was swept to the ground by him. The man on the horse screamed and rolled down with confusion on his face. Then his head was grabbed by a hand and smashed down!

Snapped!

It's like a melon exploding, with splashes of red and white!

Wow!

Only then did the other riders react, and there was a burst of noise. Some were surprised and confused, but some were furious and took action directly!

Chen Yuan opened his arms, jumped up, and flew through the air like a big bird. His hands were like butterflies piercing flowers, and they touched the eyebrows of the man on the horse one after another.

Thump, thump, thump.

The law!

Seeing the effort of breathing, half of the people fell down from their horses. The remaining people were frightened and finally became afraid, so they galloped on their horses and dispersed in a crowd, and actually fled.

Chen Yuan did not waste any energy in chasing.

"Now that I have the idea of ​​Shinto, I have to take the time to practice the Sword of Misfortune. With the flying sword by my side, I can do many things easily."

Withdrawing his gaze, he picked up the living creature that had fallen at his feet and asked, "Which family's soldiers are you from?" From the well-founded performance of the group's advance and retreat, Chen Yuan saw the method of joint attack and guessed that these people were from the military.

"You, you, you..." The man's lips trembled with fear, but he struggled, "If you kill us, Master will not let you go! You will be worse off than dead, howling every day..."

Click.

Chen Yuan directly broke his neck.

"Even if you don't say it, I can guess that from the tone of voice and the clothes, he is the so-called desolate man." Chen Yuan frowned as he looked at a few scattered net bags and the human heads falling out.

, "The northwest of Daning is probably not peaceful."

He found a shaded area on the side of the road, stepped on it, and a deep pit appeared. He then raised his hand to grab it, and buried a few net bags into the pit.

"You cut off the head of a murderer and brought it back deliberately. Killing a good person and taking credit for it, or is there another purpose?" Just as he was thinking, Chen Yuan noticed a small sound, his ears moved slightly, and he caught a burst of footsteps.

"Is someone coming again?"

The footsteps suddenly stopped when they were about thirty steps away from him.

Soon, a dozen men dressed as soldiers and looking embarrassed came out of the grass.

The leading man had a cloth band wrapped around his forehead and blood stains on his body. His eyes were bloodshot and there was a scar under his eyes. He was unshaven. He glanced at the corpse of the deserted man lying on the ground, then clasped his fists and saluted, saying:

"I've seen strong men. Thank you for taking action to kill these beasts!"

Chen Yuan asked back: "Which army are you from?"

He really didn't expect that the first two groups of people he encountered after leaving Baili Mountains and Rivers were actually soldiers.

The scarred man glanced at the dead men with hatred, and then said: "These people are the vanguard of the desolate people! They burned, killed and looted the villages and towns in front of them, and their crimes were heinous! We were entrusted by the villagers to come and take revenge!" But it was

Never mention where you belong or where you belong.

This is normal. How can a stranger tell the truth when asked casually? But...

Chen Yuan looked at the people behind the scarred man. They were all mentally exhausted, looking embarrassed and dusty. There were also many people who had lost their jobs and were injured. They looked like this. They were going to chase a few horses and swords. They were mentally exhausted.

High-spirited guy?

Brother, you are not telling the truth!

Fortunately, he didn't intend to delve into it. No matter what it was, it had nothing to do with him anyway.

The scarred man suddenly said: "Actually, there are still several waves of desolate people wandering around, all of them are as ferocious as animals. They may be detrimental to the people around them. I dare to ask the brave man if he can..."

"No." Shaking his head, Chen Yuan refused directly: "This time it was just the right time. They provoked me first and then they were killed. Other than that, it has nothing to do with me. You can do your own thing.

." After saying that, he turned around and left without waiting for the other party to respond!

"Strong man! Strong man!"

Chen Yuan was so fast. When the scarred man reacted, he couldn't keep up. He could only look at the distant figure and shook his head with regret.

He saw that those Huang people were all killed by one move, and the person who made the move had a high level of martial arts that he had never seen before. If he could win over him and get his help, he could save a lot of trouble...

Thinking like this, the scarred man looked over with some reluctance, and his peripheral vision glanced at the token on the waist of the back figure.

The token is simple and in rosewood color.

"General Order?!"

Suddenly, he suddenly realized!

"Yes, in this wilderness, on the edge of the battlefield between the two countries, how could such a young master appear out of nowhere! This must be the young general from the capital!"

With this thought in mind, he could not care about anything else. When he saw the black smoke rising in the direction of Chen Yuan's departure, he suddenly understood.

"Let's go! Let's follow quickly!"

"Ouch..."

"Mom, it hurts!"

"My son!"

When Chen Yuan followed the smoke to the village, he saw collapsed houses, charred fields, and blood-stained soil. What he heard were wailing, crying, and cries of pain.

The village, which was not too big, was in a mess.

More than twenty corpses were placed in the middle open space, including men, women, old people, and half-grown children, all covered with straw.

The injured with missing arms and legs were leaning against the edge of the house, lying in the shadows, or curled up in a corner, wailing.

Farther away, there were old people and children crying.

Sad and gloomy.

Chen Yuan's nose moved slightly and he smelled a strange smell, and the Shinto flower on his left arm trembled slightly.

"There are signs of the left-handed blood refining method..."

"This little Taoist priest..."

An old man with white hair and beard, stooped body and leaning on a cane limped over. Far away, he stopped, raised his hands with a wary face and said: "The little old man is the elder of this village.

What are you doing here? As you can see, we have suffered a military disaster, and there is nothing left for Taoist priests to seek alms."

Chen Yuan asked: "Who committed the murder here?"

The old man was stunned, hesitated, and then said with hatred on his face: "They are some desert riders."

"It turns out it was those people just now who acted lightly and shouldn't have let them go. Anyway, I can't control the world's affairs, but since we have encountered them, we can't pretend that we didn't see them."
To be continued...