Immortal Devil Transformation

Fifteen Xiyi joins forces and fails. Fifteen kings were cut off by Dean Zhang overnight with a sword, and eventually killed by Yunqin's army. Fifteen Xiyi remained the masters of Bi Falling Mahall until they fled to the desert behind the corridor.

Until the East, the fifteen Xiyi were always comparable small countries in Yunqin's eyes, the population was nearly one-third of Yunqin at that time, and because the fifteen Xiyi were all nomadic and nomadic peoples who could fight except women and children and the elderly and sick, the total number of troops in the East even exceeded the total number of Yunqin's army at that time.

The ability to feed so many nomadic and nomadic populations is due to the right climate, the fertility of the aquatic plants and the vastness of their size.

According to Yunqin's habit of partitioning south-west, north-west central, Bi Falling Mausoleum actually occupies a quarter of the entire western realm of the empire, equivalent to the sum of two to three lines of provincial area.

The biggest reason for calling Bitu Mausoleum a mausoleum without setting up a province is because such a large area was taken from 15 people in Xiyi, who were living in mobile tents. With the climate relocating in some hills and grasslands, there was no city profile at all and no city pool.

At that time, the Bi Fang Mausoleum was sparsely populated. After a war, after all fifteen Xiyi exited the Bi Fang Mausoleum, many herders moved in, but compared to the previous period, it appeared to be sparsely smoked.

Such a large climate is suitable. Of course, the water-fertilized frontier is of great value to the Yunqin Empire. It is only decades since Yunqin's true statehood was founded. A large river and mountain just struck down, the population and the city pool have expanded outside some of the original dense places, but it has not been able to expand here in time, and this frontier has only appeared relatively peaceful since the smell of the human moon sitting in the town of Bi Fang Ling.

Fifteen Xiyi dreamed of returning to Bi Fang Mausoleum over the decades.

From a place filled with running water, grass, woods and where some bull and goat elk can be eaten without worry by hunting and herding, being driven to a place where drinking water is problematic, only in the yellow sand desert of some pricks and cactuses, where the lag and the desire to restore their original lives are conceivable.

Fifteen of Xiyi's tortoises lived in the vast mountain forests and wilderness between Tianhu and Tongtian River for generations. The Xiyi men and women alike liked to shave into big bald heads, tattoos with turtle lines on their scalp, silver nose rings, and clothes made from fish and animal hides because of the amount of water they occupy, fish meat is also one of their staple foods.

Extremely stingy, normal Yunqin people smell raw fish blood mixed just to just pack pulp of young poppy, is their favorite meal appetizer.

Fifteen Xiyi originally were also kings of each other. Occasionally, they had to fight hard. They did not unite, so they could easily unite as they entered the joint east, and were immediately dispersed. After suffering a tragic defeat and fleeing into the desert, Ghost Joe continued to retreat into Ghost Mountain and Ghost City in the desert under the fall of the Yunqin army and other ministries, relative to the strength of other ministries in Xiyi.

Ghost City is not aware of the remnants of an ancient kingdom site that was eroded by wind and sand thousands of years ago. Countless weathered palaces and houses, along with countless small peaks and moving sand dunes, form a maze of immense magnitude.

Without a guide, even the experienced Yunqin army will get lost inside.

Hiding in the ghost city is usually safe, but from time to time there will be large sand and dust storms. Drinking water can only guard a few underground small water sources that will break off from time to time, dig many large and deep water storage pits, store rainwater two or three times a year in the desert. Nonetheless, in many cases drinking water will be extremely scarce, and you can only risk being hanged by the Yun Qin army. Send teams through the corridors to collect water or loot some merchants escorted by practitioners.

The staple foods have become the leaves of some nasty cactus, desert scorpions, lizards, single-peaked camels.

Because the number of people is too large to hide, it's not just Haunted Joe, all 15 people in Xiyi fled into the desert and found a place to survive, and were divided into a small unit of 6,700 people. Over the past two decades, these subdivisions have begun to exchange and trade with each other, and it is impossible to do so without reward, just like a large tribe that was divided into countless subtribes. When confronted with a stubborn opponent or against Yunqin's army, all these small ministry will join the enemy.

So these Xiyi people in Haunted Joe have forgotten the taste of raw fish and blood mixed with tender poppy for them, and have forgotten what a bath is like.

Such a life is nothing more tragic than an eternal nightmare and hell than a life that was once in the mausoleum.

Azhu is the head of one of the subdivisions of Ghost Joe.

Azra was actually in a better position than the rest of the subdivisions.

He has a secret… he has a large reservoir in his cave full of fresh water, his little warrior goes out to loot the merchants, and hardly encounters the siege of the Yunqin army.

Because he secretly deals with the men of the General.

At the expense of the movement of some of the other Siyi people and of helping the General to do something that the military would not be in a position to do, in exchange for a better right to life than those in other ministries.

However, before the summer began, his life was over.

One Yunqin rebel entered the great maze of Ghost City and Ghost Mountain, and this well-equipped regular elite Yunqin army became for them the most brutal and powerful of this great maze.

This Yunqin rebel army knows where to hide in Haunted City and Haunted Mountain, not only against the Haunted Joe inside, but also from time to time elite forces loot other ministries.

Most of the tribes that Ghost Joe wants to deal with this Yunqin rebel army have been killed and many have completely surrendered.

And somehow, the Yunqin rebels seemed to find that he was just smelling the inner response of the moon, and killed him directly.

At this moment Azhu is riding a tall, single-peaked camel desperately fleeing the ruins of a maze of weathered houses.

Only seven of the men left with more or less injuries also followed him on a single-peak camel, leaving them with little fresh water and food left.

Yet Azra is not yet in despair.

Because he himself is an almost invincible and powerful practitioner of the entire Ghost Joe Department, and he knows soon, the heavenly wolf guard who smells the moon will smell like a bloody fly, discover him fleeing, and chase his Yun Qin rebels.

Miles behind them, a faint yellow dust is moving quickly, which is a pursuit that has been dressed behind them for more than a hour.

In Azra's calculations, only half an hour later, the pursuit of the horse, which is still largely dependent on it, will be forced to stop, or the horses will die of heat exhaustion.

The only thing he had to worry about was if he would encounter an ambush that would block him.

So he's been watching carefully all the ruined palaces and houses in front of him that have been eroded by the wind and sand without any sense of beauty, but only a sense of shadow.

His scalp, tattooed with tortoise shells, suddenly stirred up a small particle due to tension, and the femoral knots of his hands had to make a squeaky noise.

Huangsha heaven and earth, a broken wall, sitting on a very tender green girl, watching him motionlessly, like a ghost walking out of this already decaying and weathered house for thousands of years.

His back of the brain was filled with piercing chilliness.

Not because of tension and fear, but because of true chills.

A flying sword hidden in yellow sand flew out of his body and instantly pierced the camel beneath him to the back of his head.

“When!”

The white snow curved knife in Azhu's hand was accurately cut back on this flying sword.

The sword bounced out backwards, but Azhu was shocked directly forward by the enormous countershock force, and the handless sword circled in the air, and the bodies of the seven men behind Azhu were all stiffened.

All seven of their men held the position of cutting off the blades with soldiers to intercept the sword, but the speed of the sword was such that none of them could touch it, cutting the throats of seven of them in an instant.

Their throats were cut all open, but the very cold force on the sword froze all their blood. At one point, their bodies lost their ability to move faster than they lost a lot of blood, and they died faster, but there was not a drop of blood coming out, and there was only a slight red line that slowly widened between their throats.

“How is that possible! ”

“How could you be a saint at your age! ”

Azhu looked at the young lady in green shirt still sitting on the wall in the distance, screaming in tortoise and Yunqin.

Yet the girl in green shirt did not even lift her eyelids.

The handless sword flew back.

Azhu only blocked the knife, and the perception and reaction could no longer keep pace with the sword, and then he felt his throat cold, and then endless darkness and ice filled his whole body instantly.

The handless flying sword shook all the blood in the air and flew back into the sleeves of the girl in green shirt.

A moment later, more than a hundred Yunqin cavalry members, who had changed their light yellow clothes, rushed to the body of Azhu et al., searched all the baggage on Azhu et al., and immediately began flying back along another road.

“Brother, when do we get back?” At the front of the cavalry, a young sergeant with a negative bow licked his dry, cracked lips and asked the young leader of the lead team.

“I don't know, General Nanshan said there might be a chance… or we'll never go back.” The young generals did not keep their voices down and were very direct, allowing all the cavalry behind them to hear their voices.

The young sergeant with the negative bow drowned his head.

After so many days, his will and emotions with so many soldiers were close to the limit, otherwise he would never have asked. He is not afraid of death, but he is afraid that he will always bear the shame of a traitor.

“We could be rebels forever. ”

The former young general did not look back at anyone, but said in an unusually cold manner: "But since we betrayed... how many heads of horse thieves have we beheaded since we crossed the corridor? ”

“The heads of horse thieves we have slaughtered for decades may be more than the heads of horse thieves we could have slaughtered in our previous lives. ”

“We are rebels and may never go back, but we do do what we do for the Empire… killing so many horse thieves and liquors is equivalent to saving so many border people and merchants. ”

“Even in the name of the rebels, we are truly honoured.” Young generals say coldly and forcefully: "As a soldier, what is more important than true glory? ”

The cavalry behind him was silent for a moment, and suddenly many of his otherwise drooping heads rose again. “Even in the name of the rebels, we are truly honored!” Many, with tears, almost sworn to repeat the phrase.

The tears of these soldiers reflected the colour of the sun and the yellow sand, separated from the gold.

“She is a saint… and we have seen her become stronger and stronger all the way. So as long as she stays alive, no matter how hopeless, we still have hope.” The young general was silent for a moment and said heavily.