Lord of the night.

Chapter 812 Mushroom, where to go? [Two in one]

"I had no choice but to set up a trap in your place this time."

Things have come to this, Feng Yun has no choice, after all, he can't say it, so he said politely: "Please go back, Deputy Chief An, and say a few good words. After all, during the peace period between the two sides, we are helpless."

An Ruoxing sighed, "It doesn't matter. It will be later, but now during the ceasefire, it's great that Young Master Yun informed me."

"In that case, I won't delay Deputy Chief An."

Feng Yun kindly said, "There are many casualties. I'm afraid Deputy Chief An will be very busy when he returns this time. Do you want me to pay some compensation?"

An Ruoxing said calmly: "We, the defenders, don't need our Orthodox Church to pay for the compensation!"

Tianwang Xiao snorted.

An Ruoxing said calmly: "Ning Zaifei, your killing order on our side has not been cancelled. I advise you not to hum, go back early, it will be good for you."

Ning Zaifei's face suddenly turned purple and he said angrily, "When have I ever been afraid of Dongfang... Dongfang San... Military Advisor's killing order!"

"hehe."

An Ruoxing sneered, and her eyes involuntarily fell on Yin Shen Gong.

The old devil looked like a walking corpse, with his head buried and holding his brother's body.

The cold wind blew, and the gray hair on Yin Shengong's head fluttered in disarray.

An Ruoxing unexpectedly felt a little sour and couldn't help but think of the time when her sister died. At that time... was this devil also so sad?
After thinking about it, I shook off the inexplicable thoughts in my mind.

He turned his head and asked hoarsely, "Have you collected all the bodies of your comrades?"

"We've finished cleaning up."

"withdraw!"

The defenders evacuated in an orderly manner.

Dong Changfeng was the last one to come.

Li Yao looked at Dong Changfeng with a fierce gaze, and Dong Changfeng looked back without showing any weakness.

Hengtian Spear glared at him and said, "What are you looking at? If you don't leave, I will kill you!"

Dong Changfeng said calmly: "I am not looking down on you, Ji Hong. Although I am not your opponent, if you dare to kill me today, I guarantee that you will not survive for more than three days! If you don't believe me, just try it!"

Ji Hong said indifferently: "Life and death, who among us has ever been afraid of it? If it weren't for the truce, do you really think I wouldn't dare to kill you?"

Dong Changfeng laughed loudly: "If it weren't for the truce, you wouldn't have seen me at all! Goodbye!"

Finally, the Golden Snake Spear swung.

Follow the main force.

Tian Wang Xiao chuckled and said, "Ji Hong, you still don't dare after all?"

Ji Hong was furious: "Brother Ning, do you dare? Even if you are not afraid of the guardian's pursuit, can you pass the level of Deputy Chief Master Yan?"

Ning Zaifei sighed: "That's really hard to get over."

Then he patted Ji Hong on the shoulder and said, "Brother, you are lucky."

There was actually a hint of sadness in his voice.

Ji Hong also understood the reason. After all, Ning Zaifei had become a rat crossing the street some time ago, and everyone in the world wanted to beat him up.

I don’t know who Ning Zaifei offended.

At this moment, he became curious and asked, "Brother Ning, who did you offend some time ago?"

Ning Zaifei moved his lips and wanted to say: I am afraid that I have offended the illegitimate son of the chief leader and Dongfang Sansan...

But after thinking for a long time, I still didn't dare to say it.

With a dark face, he angrily asked, "Why are you so curious? Do you want to offend me too?"

"I dare not." Ji Hong still had some idea of ​​what was going on. He definitely couldn't afford to offend someone who could make Ning Zaifei like that!
"Why are you asking so many questions? Will you die if you suppress your damn curiosity?" Ning Zaifei said in a vicious manner and in a bad tone.

Ji Hong’s face also darkened.

He was so friendly just now but his expression changed in an instant. Is Ning Zaifei born in the year of the dog?
If you fall out, you won't recognize anyone.

Really fucking ancestral...

The battlefield was almost cleaned up and the bodies were almost collected.

Feng Yun asked Ji Hong to check and found that the defender had indeed disappeared.

So he ordered all the corpses to be packed up, taken forward sixty miles, and a large hole was dug, where they were buried dripping with blood.

"Hey! I hope it works."

Feng Yun sighed.

I couldn't help but look up at the sky. I always felt that this was simply God's will.

An Ruoxing showed up without knowing anything. An Ruoxing had been a cautious and prudent guy all his life, but he was so reckless just for once in his life that he actually stopped his own plan!

Where does this make sense?

Maybe in An Ruoxing's heart, this is still the greatest shame of her life. After all, more than 700 people died for no reason...

It's a huge failure, right?

If the plan was just to lure out Hai Wuliang and his group, kill them, and obtain the bodies of the Shenzhe Cult, this plan could be said to be a great success.

The battlefield was arranged at the place where the great devil fell, which was just a temporary decision made by Feng Yun.

It's basically not part of the real plan.

But Feng Yun is a person who pursues perfection.

Since it's arranged like this, I want it to be more perfect. Now it's like this, I feel very unhappy.

If someone was intentionally blocking him, Feng Yun wouldn't be so upset, but being interrupted unintentionally was extremely frustrating!
And there is a feeling of "God's will", which makes people feel even more depressed.

"Withdraw!"

Feng Yun finally let out a soft sigh.

Of all the corpses in the place, only Hou Fang's body was held tightly by Yinshen Palace and not taken away.

Under Feng Yun's order, they did not snatch it away.

Otherwise, it has to be filled in.

After all, the other people from the Southeast Headquarters were also buried there after their death and did not return to their roots.

The fact that Hou Fang was able to have this exception was already a sign of leniency from Feng Yun.

At this time, the pills that Yin Shengong and Qian Sanjiang had taken had already taken effect.

The two men stood up in silence with the main force. Qian Sanjiang wanted to take Hou Fang's body, but Yin Shengong held it tightly.

Although he didn't say a word, his attitude of not letting go no matter what was extremely firm.

I had no choice but to let him hold me.

Come to a fork in the road.

The two sides parted ways. Yin Shen Gong had already adjusted his mood and bowed to Feng Yun to say goodbye: "Thank you for your consideration, Chief Commander. I will go back now."

"Be careful on your journey, and go back and sort out your thoughts."

Feng Yun said softly: "Hai Wuliang is not dead yet, you have to be careful. And in the future, we will continue!"

"I understand."

"Go."

"Subordinates resign!"

Yin Shengong and Qian Sanjiang held Hou Fang, and the two of them went towards the direction of Yixin Sect.

The backs of the two people gave off a feeling of sadness and panic.

Feng Yi escorted him personally.

Feng Yun looked at Yin Shengong's back and couldn't help but sigh.

Said: "This person Yinshen Palace is considered useless."

"Yes."

Ji Hong sighed and said, "It seems that he doesn't even have any ambition in his heart anymore. Even the devil in him has been worn away. His heart is completely dry and withered, like a still pond."

“That’s normal.”

Feng Er sighed and said, "The One Heart Sect is only a third-level sect. They were forcibly promoted and their strength cannot keep up. The headquarters assigned a dozen Saint-level masters as a supplement, but they lost everything in one battle, and even lost an original member of the team. What's more, this old member was an old brother who was willing to die for him."

At this point, everyone sighed.

In the solipsistic religion, it is extremely rare to find a brother who is willing to die for someone else.

Feng Yun has such subordinates. After all, the Feng family does have countless such death warriors; but there is not a single such brother.

As for Tian Wang Xiao and Ji Hong and others...

They looked at each other and fell silent.

Because they don't even have a subordinate like this, let alone a brother.

The two big demons were inexplicably envious of the Yinshen Palace.

The shadow master who had protected Yinshen Palace earlier said in silence: "Although Yinshen Palace's cultivation is not high... but he is also risking his life to protect his two brothers. If I could have such a leader, I would also be willing to die for him."

Everyone was silent for a while.

Yes, this is what Yinshen Palace earned through its actions.

"Come to think of it, it's really strange that there are such people in our Solitary Orthodoxy."

Ning Zaifei, who said this, was glared at by Feng Yun.

"There are three brothers in Yinshen Palace. The previous Mu Linyuan also died at the hands of Hai Wuliang. Now Hou Fang also died at the hands of Hai Wuliang."

Feng Er sighed and said, "No matter how disheartened Yinshen Palace is, he will never stop until Hai Wuliang is dead."

Feng Er said this unintentionally, but the listeners took it seriously.

Feng Yun suddenly remembered to teach another dead priest.

Sun Yuan.

Feng Yun only knew this name because of Ye Mo.

Thinking about it now, Feng Yun couldn't help but reveal a meaningful smile on his face.

Well, I wonder to what extent Ye Mo has helped Yan Beihan?

The Night Demon I was talking about is about Dong Yunyu... Yan Beihan, do you believe it?
He turned to Tianwang Xiao and said, "Old Ning, please send these bodies of the Divine Weasel Sect back to Yanzu as soon as possible. Please."

Although Feng Yun was a junior, Ning Zaifei didn't dare to attack in front of Feng Yun. Even though he was ranked eighth on the Cloud Weapon Chart, he was instinctively inferior to the giant Feng family.

Ning Zaifei was somewhat reluctant. He had been holding it in for so long and finally came out. How could he be willing to go back so soon?
He said, "Let Ji Hong take it back. I'll play here for a while longer."

Feng Yun smiled bitterly: "I also want you to play here for a while, but Deputy Chief Master Yan has ordered that you can't stay outside for too long. As soon as the work here is finished, you must return to the headquarters as soon as possible. This is a death order!"

Tianwang Xiao's face turned pale.

He knew that this was really what Yan Nan said himself, and no one else could say it.

He is still worried about Dongfang Sansan's winning order.

Tianwang Xiao sighed, feeling a little resentful in his heart about why Yan Nan was so paranoid. As the eighth among the Clouds, how could he be killed so easily?
But think about Xue Fu, Xiao Rui, Qianshan Yutianqi, Dongfang Chongming Wudaotian… It seems that there are quite a few people here who can kill me?
Ning Zaifei thought for a moment, took the ring filled with corpses, and said awkwardly, "Since Vice Chief Master Yan is in a hurry, I will go back."

"Ha ha!"

Ji Hong, the man holding the horizontal spear, looked at the sky and laughed for no apparent reason.

This caused Ning Zaifei to stare at him with a vicious, cannibalistic look for half a minute.

At Feng Yun's urging, Ning Zaifei left in a hurry. Then Feng Yun sighed.

"withdraw!"

……

Under the leadership of Mu Yun, the Blood Cloud Cult finally withdrew from the battlefield. They were covered in wounds and everyone looked confused.

"Master, what's going on today?"

Mu Yun's face was gloomy: "Who knows what happened? I guess I ran into some big boss's bureau... What bad luck!"

What bad luck.

These three words are the common thoughts in the minds of the seven people.

Everyone can go out during the chaos and kill a few people. Even if they cannot kill An Ruoxing, they can turn around and run away, resuming the previous situation of chase and escape. Anyway, there will always be a chance to kill a few of them unexpectedly.

but……

Suddenly I've stumbled into a battlefield where gods are fighting, and I really have no choice!
Most of the people died in there without knowing what was happening. Except for the defenders who did it, they didn't even know the origins of the other group of people who did it.

How unfair is this?
The bodies of the dead were thrown there, and the compensation also needs to be paid by the Blood Cloud Sect.

Of course, this is not a big deal. The real big deal is... after one battle, 90% of their strength was reduced!
What should we do with the Blood Cloud Cult?
Just as I was feeling melancholy, a shadow caught up with me, revealed his identity and asked about his origins. It turned out to be someone from the headquarters.

Mu Yun and others had no choice but to report obediently.

As a result, all seven of them, led by the leader Mu Yun, were given a big beating.

Then he was ordered: "Get out!... Get out of here! Why are you causing trouble when you have nothing like this? You are such a jerk!"

The seven men ran again without even waiting for their injuries to recover.

I almost ran out of breath.

They didn't stop until they were thousands of miles away, and everyone felt so screwed.

Leader Mu Yun was sulking while thinking about what to do next.

The other six remained silent.

They even began to doubt in their hearts: Is joining the Blood Cloud Sect the right choice?

It's really no wonder they are suspicious, the main reason is that such a blunder as 'bringing a bunch of ants into the battle between gods and inexplicably becoming cannon fodder' can happen, it really makes people doubt the ability of Mu Yun, the leader.

I have to say, shouldn’t this situation have been judged long ago?
Is this a game we can participate in?
When gods fight, mortals suffer. We are not mortals, but we were originally outside the circle, but we were led by the leader to sneak in and die...

Tsk, even if there are a thousand reasons, it seems that it doesn’t make sense.

Moreover, the reason why the leader took action this time was entirely due to his personal vendetta - this made people even more upset!
Again, the results speak for themselves.

If Mu Yun succeeds this time, he will have both revenged himself and killed someone to protect the foundation of the religion. Everyone will be happy!
But... so many people died? Who is responsible?
Anyway, as a subordinate, I did nothing wrong - I was just following orders from my superiors, what did I do wrong?

Mu Yun and the other seven people each took their own pills, each with heavy thoughts in their minds.

At this moment, the seven people felt at the same time that the atmosphere around them suddenly became a little wrong.

Mu Yun was the first to become alert, opening his eyes and looking around in confusion.

Then, there seemed to be an inexplicable aura approaching.

Then a voice was heard saying, "Hey, mushroom, where are you going? What's the price?"

The seven members of the Blood Cloud Sect were all confused.

What do you mean?
Then, a man appeared on the top of a tree, with his arms folded, looking down at the seven people, and then his body descended lightly like a goose feather.

He had a somewhat handsome face, dressed in black, and had a playful look on his face.

As this person appeared, several more people appeared from all directions, forming an encirclement.

Among them, there was a woman.

If Fang Che was here, he would recognize them at a glance. Oh, aren't these my long-lost subordinates?

The people who came were none other than the Night Demon Cult.

I have to say that the people of the Night Demon Cult have been extremely honest during this period of time.

Originally, the Night Demon Cult was still doing some work; however, since they heard that Fang Tu had returned.

Ding Jieran, who was in charge of leading the group to stir up trouble, suddenly became a coward to the core. He was truly a coward, from the inside out, and even Mo Wang and the others could see it.

Just don’t go out!

For this reason, he even changed his habit of being frugal with words and spoke a lot more than ever before.

"No, you can't go out!"

"You can't go out!"

"Fang Lao... Fang Che is back. The leader is not here, so we must not go out!"

"Anyway, you can't go out!"

"I'll kill you if you make trouble again!"

"Practice in silence!"

Although these words were not spoken in one day, it was extremely difficult for Ding Jieran to do so.

Therefore, no matter how the Southeast Headquarters tempted him, the Night Demon Leader would just hide in his shell.

If you can’t go out, then don’t go out!

Even if the sky falls, I won’t go out!

Under such circumstances, whether the Southeast Headquarters wants to catch the Night Demon Cult, or Fang Che wants to act, it is just a joke and completely useless!
Mo Wanglong, Yikong and others were very confused about Ding Jieran: "Why are you so afraid of Fang Tu!?"

"Is it so scary?"

"Isn't it just an inspection?"

Ding Jieran had only one way to deal with this: draw out his sword with a swish.

"If you beat me, you can get out!"

The Night Demon Cult and others stopped talking at the same time.

This guy's swordsmanship is getting more and more sharp, there is really no hope of winning.

During the time he was hiding in the Night Demon Cult, everyone in the cult witnessed Ding Jieran's madness.

He was silent and usually as cold and hard as a stone, but his devotion in practicing martial arts moved everyone.

In the martial arts arena, everyone saw Ding Jieran take out a large pile of star iron protective gear with a loud bang.

He put protective gear on his ankles, calves, thighs, waist, abdomen, chest, back, upper arms, forearms, and wrists.

Each piece of protective gear weighs at least 500 kilograms.

In other words, Ding Jieran is now carrying nearly ten thousand pounds of weight on his body.

Then use a large bowl and fill it with water.

Put it on your head.

Wearing this, practice swordplay. Make sure the movements are standard, meticulous, and complete with a full set of sword moves.

And each time of sword practice lasts for one hour.

In one hour, it is like a drop of water dripping from a bowl of ocean.

After the one-hour time limit was up, he slapped himself so hard that his face was swollen! He was really strong, and his nose was bleeding.

Then take a rest, stare and think for a while, and start again for another hour.

All day long, without saying a word, without stopping.

At the appointed time, I took off my protective gear, took down the big bowl, and sweated profusely. I rested, meditated, and slept.

Tomorrow comes tomorrow.

This is true.

Long Yikong and the others felt a chill in their hearts after seeing this.

Led by Ding Jieran, a group of people also began to practice in this way. For this purpose, Yang Jiuchen specially found someone to make a bunch of protective gear.

Two days later, everyone discovered that every time Ding Jieran took it out and put it back, he actually put it into a wristband on his hand.

This guy actually has space equipment!
Everyone was shocked.

Mo Wang and Ma Qianli's sparring was not actually sparring, but mutual punishment. After all, they couldn't be as harsh on themselves as Ding Jieran.

Niu Baizhan and Yang Jiucheng are a group.

And Long Yikong was naturally grouped with Feng Wanxia.

The two agreed: Wearing protective gear, holding the bowl, and practicing. If there is a drop of water, the other party will slap you.

Of course, you can't carry as much as Ding Jieran at the beginning. After all, even masters need to proceed step by step.

But each piece of protective gear weighs dozens of kilograms.

When practicing like this for the first time, everyone naturally made many mistakes.

Long Yikong and Feng Wanxia used to supervise each other: If you make a mistake, I will slap you; if I make a mistake, you slap me.

At first, the slap was just a crisp sound.

Then, when Feng Wanxia made a mistake, Long Yikong suddenly felt itchy and raised his hand to slap Feng Wanxia in the face, causing her face to swell up and her head to fall three steps away with a buzzing sound.

Long Yikong laughed happily, his hands on his hips. He looked extremely happy.

Feng Wanxia gritted her teeth and continued practicing, and finally it was Long Yikong's turn to make a mistake.

Shake your hands and slap hard!

Snapped!
Long Yikong fell three feet away with golden stars in front of his eyes! His head was buzzing for a long time, and blood was flowing from his nostrils.

He got up and looked at Feng Wanxia in disbelief.

Feng Wanxia smiled sweetly: "Punishment!"

"Good, good, good!"

Long Yikong nodded vigorously and continued practicing.

Then the atmosphere suddenly changed between the two. One of them made a mistake, but he didn't hide, and stood up straight, and was hit by the other side.

Then when it's the other party's turn to make a mistake, you should also hit them hard!
After a day of training, the most others have is a swollen face.

Both of them were beaten beyond recognition!

Long Yikong's eyeballs were hanging out from the ground due to being hit, and he was breathing heavily and thinly. Feng Wanxia was beaten so hard that her hair was disheveled, her face was purple and swollen, her nostrils were red, her mouth was bleeding, and her eyes were swollen.

The two of them didn't say anything, they staggered into their rooms to heal their wounds and rest, and continue the next day!

Then Ding Jieran discovered that his martial arts practice was not even as hard-working as these two people.

I couldn't help but raise my level of difficulty again: How could I be outdone by others?

After ten days of training, in a battle, Feng Wanxia almost tied with Mo Wang!
This almost made Mo Wang collapse: Oh my god! Such obvious progress?

So he discussed with Ma Qianli: Let’s start fighting for real!
From this moment on, the Night Demon Cult suddenly became a place of life and death!
Every day was bloody, but every day was progress. This improvement was obvious to the extreme: if you don't make progress, you will be beaten! And the opponent beats you mercilessly!

If you get hit, you have to fight back, right? But if you don't perform well, you won't have the chance to fight back.

Since everyone is really angry, who is afraid of whom?

We all have only one life!

With such promotion, the strength of the Night Demon Cult members actually increased by leaps and bounds.

Finally, it was Ma Qianli's turn to go out for reconnaissance, and he brought back news: Fang Tu was in seclusion and would not come out! It was said that it was a critical moment for his cultivation.

(End of this chapter)