Divine Martial Emperor Zun

Chapter 41 Launching an Attack
He Qiuran gave the order, and the sky gradually darkened.

Crowds gathered in twos and threes to set up camp.

However, under He Qiuran's arrangement, the crowd still formed a circle, and there were disciples patrolling around to prevent monsters from attacking at night.

Lu Xingchen and his party were in the northeast corner of the crowd.

At this time, Murong Qiu, Wei Wushuang, Brother Tao, and Gao Shiqi were in a luxurious tent.

And Lu Xingchen, Uncle Zhong and Ji Ming were in another ordinary tent.

Lu Xingchen stood at the exit of the tent, looking at the disciples of the Sword Fighting Sect.

These sword-wielding sect disciples gathered in the very center of the crowd, and they almost surrounded the tent where He Qiuran was resting.

It felt like He Qiuran's guard.

This further proves that He Qiuran's identity is different from ordinary inner disciples.

The most critical issue is that Lu Xingchen discovered that this He Qiuran has considered everything carefully.

The first is the step-by-step attack steps before nightfall and the tasks each team is responsible for. This kind of strategizing ability is definitely not something ordinary people can do.

Then there is the patrol and garrison at night.

Lu Xingchen glanced at the nearby tents, seemingly doing everything he wanted, but in fact they were all in a position where the ends could be connected.

This He Qiuran looks like a superb and experienced person!

And, extremely careful!
Thinking of the fruit of the ghost crying vine, Lu Xingchen murmured inwardly.

He also wanted the fruit.

However, this He Qiuran was too threatening, and he could only play by ear.

If it doesn't work, I can only give up.

After all, coming to the mass grave this time was not an easy task, and there were still a few throwing knives hanging behind his back.

Especially Ji Ming and Murong Qiu, Lu Xingchen didn't think they were really kind enough to benefit him.

Just when Lu Xingchen was thinking about these things, there was a sound of footsteps.

Lu Xingchen raised his head and looked over, it was Wei Wushuang.

Wei Wushuang came over, handed Lu Xingchen a scroll, and said, "This is the approximate distribution map of Yannian fruit that I asked from Brother Qiu. If you are going to ask Brother Qiu, maybe he will harm you .He called you this time, I feel uneasy and kind."

Lu Xingchen was not humble, took the scroll, opened it and took a look.

The scroll is painted with the appearance of the long-term fruit, and the ink is not dry yet.

Obviously, Wei Wushuang just drew it.

Lu Xingchen raised his head and glanced at Wei Wushuang, what the hell is this woman doing?Are you mean?She broke off the engagement with herself, and was kicked unconscious by herself, but she turned out to be courteous to herself instead.

Or, Lu Xingchen had a faint killing intent in her heart, and she wanted to take revenge on herself?

However, Lu Xingchen lowered his head again, he didn't care about it.He didn't have the slightest fear of the words of Wei Wushuang alone.

Seeing that Lu Xingchen didn't even say a word of thanks, Wei Wushuang pursed his lips slightly, a little dissatisfied, but he didn't say it, but said: "I know you hate me, but you kicked me unconscious last time, Now that I'm helping you again, can we write off the past and start being friends again?"

"It's not necessary, just live with your Murong Qiu, you are really suitable." Throwing the scroll back to Wei Wushuang, Lu Xingchen turned around and left her standing there alone, and went back to the tent to sleep.

It's night now, and there are monsters everywhere in this mass grave. It's too dangerous for him to walk around alone, so he can only act tomorrow.

For tomorrow, he already has an idea.

Wei Wushuang took the scroll, stared blankly at Lu Xingchen leaving, his eyes were red with anger, and he stomped his feet.

In the distance, the luxurious camp tent was opened, and Murong Qiu looked at the tent with a murderous intent in his eyes.

With a smile on his face, Murong Qiu walked towards Wei Wushuang, grabbed Wei Wushuang's little hand, and said, "Shuang'er, it's getting late, it's cold outside, go in and rest!"

Wei Wushuang gave Murong Qiu a forced laugh, avoided his hand, walked in and said, "Brother Qiu too."

Murong Qiu's hand was frozen in mid-air, until Wei Wushuang walked in, and then said viciously: "Lu Xingchen, you bumpkin, you will die tomorrow!"

Although there were indeed many monsters in the Mass Burial Mound, and some monsters even lingered in the resting place of the people at night, but in the end they still did not attack.

All night.

At dawn the next morning, everyone got ready.

When the sun rose, Lu Fengshang of the Sword Fighting Sect took ten disciples to bid farewell to He Qiuran, and walked towards the destination first.

The crowd followed closely behind them.

After walking towards the east for nearly half an hour, with the roar of tigers resounding through the world, countless monsters rushed over from all directions!
Sure enough, as Qiuran said before, there are poisonous snakes and various insects everywhere, and many female disciples have goosebumps all over their bodies.

However, as Lu Fengshang took out a stick of beast-inducing incense, distributed it to ten disciples of the Sword Wielding Sect, ignited it, and ran away quickly, these monsters chased after them quickly, ignoring the others.

Everyone gave He Qiuran thumbs up.

He Qiuran's face was calm, as if everything was expected.

When Lu Fengshang and the ten sword-wielding sect disciples lured away all kinds of monsters at the entrance, everyone continued to move towards the east.

The roar of the tiger became more and more violent!
As expected of the eighth-level white tiger monster, this voice has already made many people in the crowd unbearable.

Along the way, from time to time, monsters in twos and threes rushed up and were killed by the crowd.

After walking for another hour, finally, everyone saw a mountain overgrown with weeds in the distance.

Thirty feet away from the mountain, all kinds of monsters creaked and grinned, staring at the approaching crowd.

However, these monsters did not launch an attack, but roared in a low voice one by one nearby.

Everyone stopped forty feet away from the mountain.

Surrounded by more than a dozen disciples of the Sword Fighting Sect, He Qiuran came out of the crowd.

Pointing to the group of monsters behind him, He Qiuran said: "This is our destination. The group of monsters behind us are not afraid to attack, but they are deterred by the eighth-level white tiger monsters on the facade. Once we get close to thirty feet Outside the range, they will definitely launch an attack. Now, fellow Taoists whose cultivation base is above the third level of supernatural powers, come to my side."

After He Qiuran finished speaking, the crowd moved out of the way.

Brother Tao and seven or eight people with third-level supernatural powers and above came to He Qiuran's side.

He Qiuran glanced at everyone for the last time, waved his hands and said, "Now, you all go up first and fight with these monsters, so that we can go under the mountains."

As soon as He Qiuran finished speaking, there was a commotion among the crowd, and then everyone rushed towards the mountain in groups.

Just after reaching thirty feet, those monster beasts also rushed up.

Immediately, shouts, growls, and beast sounds intertwined.

Lu Xingchen was also in this group of people, beside him were Ji Ming, Gao Shiqi, Wei Wushuang, Uncle Zhong and Murong Qiu.

As soon as the crowd and the group of monsters started fighting, He Qiuran rushed towards the mountain with more than a dozen disciples of the Sword Fighting Sect and several other disciples who were above the third level of supernatural power.

(End of this chapter)