In the previous life, he was the favorite of the group, and in this life he saved the common people!

Chapter 229: Burial Ground, you are in vain.

Fighting against Wei Baojun? !

Shangguan Xiaowei was so shocked by the words of the scholar in black that her eyes were split open. If she didn't have instinctive trust in him, she would really have doubted whether she had heard wrong just now.

No matter how worthless Wei Baojun is in the eyes of the scholar in black, he is still one of the few elite troops in Kyushu.

Otherwise, why did Li Tianxia, ​​who claimed to be invincible in the world, run away when facing Wei Bao's army? Let alone fight, he didn't even dare to stop for a while and gamble on the chance of them remembering their old master. .

In fact, he knew better than anyone what would happen to him once he was made dumplings by Wei Baojun.

Wei Bao's army is so powerful that it can dominate the world, but now, the scholar in black actually said that even if it is just to delay the time of the evil god of the Xiao family, he will fight them all...

Even if they didn't believe that they could kill the evil spirit of the Xiao family, they would also abandon them like ordinary abandoned children. How could this not make Xiaowei's heart palpitate?

The scholar in black knew what Xiaowei was thinking. Regarding this, he just shook his head imperceptibly and did not explain. He only continued to issue instructions: "Tune Chi Jia to the north!"

"This time, it's up to you to choose a place to bury the bones of the evil god of the Xiao family."

When Xiao Wei heard the name "Red Armor", her eyes, which were already dizzy, began to tremble even more violently. If she hadn't tried her best to control it, she would have almost burst out of her eyes.

The scholar in black could clearly see her reaction.

Therefore, he said the next sentence after a slight pause.

Perhaps, his original intention was to set an ambush at a certain location, for example, on the road that Xiao Xiao must pass to rescue Uncle Xiao.

But after a pause, he changed it to let Xiaowei choose a place by herself.

Everyone behind Xiao Wei, no matter how stupid they are, can still see the scholar in black's deliberate cultivation of Xiao Wei, and they feel more in awe of Xiao Wei.

But there was also one person who restrained his gaze very well to prevent others from seeing his doubts.

He knew where Xiaowei came from, but he couldn't understand: how could an ancient power like Xiaowei, who had been silent in the palace all year round and could endure loneliness, behave in the same way as Xiaobai in the field of conspiracy? Same.

Judging from the importance the scholar in black attaches to her, he must have spent a lot of time and effort cultivating her in the past. How did he develop such a virtue?

If she is really a child who cannot be taught, then why does the scholar in black dare to leave such a big matter to her to decide?

He would spend all his troops guarding Bao and move Chi Jia northward at every turn. Did he really have that much money and let her be defeated? !

However, if others speak softly, his doubts will always be his own inner monologue, and no one will listen; he will not dare to tell others.

"Go!" The scholar in black dismissed him and them all with just such a light word.

Xiaowei accepted the order and turned around and left with them.

All they need to do is: do it regardless of the reason or consequences!

The scholar in black watched Shangguan Xiaowei leave with cold eyes. It was not until the stone door of the secret room was closed again and the room was once again enveloped in darkness and coldness that his face had a trace of a human aura.

A sigh that only he knew.

…     Above the black soil and ice fields in the Northern Territory, Li Congyuan, carrying a huge skeleton on his back, was taking the lead and galloping forward. He did not know that a huge storm was about to sweep across the Northern Territory ice fields, and he might even be buried together.

Father Xiao, who was following him behind closed doors to meditate, still looked like the old god was there, as if no one or force could stop him from moving forward.

"Brother!" Mo Feiwang, who was living quietly in the skeleton, had already become very familiar with calling Father Xiao his "little brother." "I feel something is wrong."

According to common sense, if an old monster like him, who has been struggling for thousands of years just to survive, would say "something is wrong", it means that this matter is probably very wrong.

But Father Xiao was not moved at all, not even a "hmm" signal for him to continue.

Even the junior Li Congyuan didn't take it seriously and just led the way and galloped ahead.

Damn, aren’t you afraid of death?

Maybe Wang only dared to complain in his heart, but he was very careful with his mouth: "I feel that this northern region has a familiar and friendly atmosphere."

"It seems...far more than one..."

He was trapped in the Ark of the Future for at least ten thousand years.

Thousands of years have passed, let alone the vicissitudes of life. Not to mention the fact that he rarely set foot in this Northern Territory back then. Even if he had been invincible here, he should not feel familiar at this moment. He should feel alienated, with neither things nor people. That's right.

"Isn't it just that another loser has woken up?" Dad Xiao didn't give him any face at all. He curled his lips and said with contempt, "Isn't it good to live? You have to come to die."

"Uh..." Could it be that Wang was given such a yin and yang by Xiao's father, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.

Based on his estimate of Father Xiao's strength, he personally thought that Father Xiao might not be able to withstand this wave, so he warned him.

But unexpectedly, Father Xiao just ignored it and didn't mention it in a domineering manner. For a moment, he didn't know whether Father Xiao was really arrogant or if he had some hidden strength that he hadn't shown yet, so he had to make silent calculations in his heart.

"Be direct." Dad Xiao saw him hesitating and said impatiently, "Xiao Li will definitely not care about you later - just tell me whether you can fight."

After hearing this, Wang Mofei didn't have time to react. Li Congyuan, who was carrying him, was shaken all over. Although he didn't stop moving forward, his heart still fluctuated.

It's one thing for him to know that he wants to fight to the death, but it's another thing for him to hear such clear instructions from Father Xiao.

He was taught by Xiao's father, how could he not know that this person is the most protective of his own shortcomings, and he will never let his juniors do anything he can do. Just like this, in the realm of Duantian, he has always been a watcher. Actors, it's all up to Dad Xiao to fight the boss, how can he have the chance to take action himself?

Then he thought about it and he was right: he was still too superstitious about Father Xiao!

How could it be so easy to chase Li Tianxia to the point where he has no way to reach the sky and has no choice but to ask for help from a grievance like himself?

No matter how strong Father Xiao is, he may not be able to protect everyone at the same time in such a situation.

What he said was a reminder to himself: It doesn't matter if you despise the enemy strategically, but you must not despise them on the battlefield.

If I am superstitious that Dad Xiao can settle everything, but the reality is that he can't, then when I face the battle, won't I become a burden to Dad Xiao? !

Li Congyuan quickly corrected his mentality and began to move forward at full speed while carefully checking the status of his equipment and elixirs to prepare for the final bloody battle.

Mo Fei Wang's answer came out at this time: "If there are only dozens or hundreds of people, we can still use mirage to defeat each other, but if it is a battlefield confrontation, I will not be able to protect myself."

Father Xiao was obviously not satisfied with Mo Fei Wang's answer at all. He casually glanced at Mo Fei Wang's big frame and said lightly: "Then you will definitely be in vain in these ten thousand years."

(End of this chapter)