Victory and Remaining

Author: Lazy

Victory and Remaining

Human pursuit of sea tribes lasted for half a month, and countless sea tribes were found everywhere in Blue Mountain Island, many of which were drowned by jumping into the rivers and lakes on the island.

It is a bit incredible that the sea tribe was drowned, but that's the truth.

Half a month after the battle, human monks gathered in the south of Blue Mountain Island and were about to leave.

The natives held a grand farewell ceremony for them, singing and dancing, and were very happy, but the monks all understood that this was actually more like sending out the plague god; the failure of the Yuanci Divine Mountain made the natives understand the gap between heaven and earth between them and the cultivation creatures. From this perspective, human monks and sea tribes are no different.

This kind of mortal mentality is easy to understand. Fortunately, humans are not the sea clan after all, and they have their own limits on cultivating ordinary people.

The clearance of the natives of the Blue Mountains will last for a long time. It is impossible for such a large island to be without fish. It can be seen from the fact that they do not reveal the help of human monks at all that they need to pay the price themselves rather than stay in a large number of people.

Not bad, at least I have left a good impression of the mainland now.

Tens of thousands of people gathered at the south of the island. They would take the broken raft provided by the indigenous people to leave Blue Mountain Island, and only a hundred miles away could they fly, just like Hou Zi came here twice before.

Getting together can prevent possible sneak attacks from the sea clans, even if the possibility is very small; the sea clans are almost exterminated, and the rest will flee far away into the deep sea. How dare you stay near Blue Mountain Island?

The raft team of tens of thousands of people also looks spectacular. A raft has a limited capacity and can basically carry more than ten people. However, in order to get them to leave as soon as possible, the natives tried their best to prepare enough rafts for them and had already worked very hard.

In this battle, there were nearly 50,000 human monks, only a few thousand injuries, and less than a thousand people died. Considering the nearly 200,000 sea tribes, such a war loss ratio cannot be described as glorious, and can even be called a miracle. However, the legendary greatest hero for completing this miracle, Taoist Tianfeng has not seen yet, which is worrying.

But tens of thousands of people cannot stay for one person. It has been almost two months since they came out. How is the Southwest home? Everyone is home.

The raft was extremely difficult because the human monks brought too many things and could not put them in the treasure gourd, so they could only carry them on their backs and had to abandon many invaluable items.

Everyone has gained a lot, with tens of thousands of corpses all over the mountains and fields, and their bodies are full of treasures. How can one word be so cool?

The numerous low-level cultivators have had domestic violence, and the gains of war have made them full of hope for the future. It is conceivable that if the sword vein takes the lead and kills the demons and destroys the clan next time, they only need to climb a high place and shout, and they will definitely be full of followers.

This is an effect that words cannot achieve, but it only takes one victory to make people unforgettable.

As soon as he left the shore, someone pointed at the sea, "What is that?"

Everyone looked over. A Taoist man was slashing his shorts all over his body in the sea. He seemed to be dragging something in his hand. The sharp-eyed person could see it. Taoist man Tianfeng!

Tianfeng jumped onto the broken raft of Zhenren Xiao and threw the things in his hand on the raft, "This thing is a lot of talk. Now it's better, my ears are quiet."

It was a bamboo-shaped thing. The fairy Hongxiu looked at him from afar and couldn't help but curl her lips, "What kind of resentment is what kind of resentment..."

Everyone cheered, it was a perfect maritime battle.

After two hundred miles, the speed of the raft began to accelerate, because the monks could already use their magic powers simply, and the pieces they brought could be loaded into the treasure gourd.

The sea is very calm and no sea clan appears. This is probably the norm for the future separation of the sea.

After dozens of miles, monks could already glide around the sea, and many people left the slow and broken raft... Then, as the first monk took off, a large group of monks rose into the air one after another, like a group of seabirds preying on the sea, until everyone ascended to the sky and the raft was summoned...

In the large raft led by the leader, there were real people gathered together. Although they were not happy, there seemed to be a relaxed atmosphere in the air.

Everyone looked at the three key figures in this battle, Tian Feng, Hong Xiu, and Master Hou.

But all three of them were very taboo about the story that happened in the sinkhole. They looked at him and refused to admit that it was a means of his own operation. In the end, they unanimously attributed the reason for the victory to the will of heaven, which pushed it to nature's self-repair ability.

This is basically in line with what everyone has seen. Three five elements beads are hanging there, which is a fact that no one can erase. At the same time, real people also believe that the five elements beads cannot be taken back by individuals, and of course it is even more impossible for anyone to command them.

If anyone can do this, wouldn’t he be able to control the five elements of Jinxiu Continent? Even the gods dare not say that.

Only the closest people know that there is actually only one real core figure, which is that he went against the crowd and launched the Wanli aid to Yingtai, and planned the Blue Mountain Island strategy, which was the best place and people.

In this battle, there was a powerful Wumen missing in the southwest, but there was an overseas Yingtai. Every time it went out and went, there was no change in the number of Taoist dynasties.

It also established the position of the sword vein in the southwest cultivation world. Hou Chi showed great humility in this regard.

"Are you confused? Or are you confident?" Old Li still missed.

"Is that important? We have achieved our goal, why should we pursue the process again?" Hou Chi turned it over and said that some things were unspeakable.

Lao Li insisted, "Of course it is important! If it is based on luck every time, I doubt that the sword vein will be led by you one day, and luck will not follow you forever!"

Hou Zi was meaningful, "Duwei, why don't you think about it? Why do luck always follow me? Is it really because of luck? Or is it the most correct thing in this era? Following the heavens and responding to the situation, of course, you will have luck. This is not my luck, but the luck of the sword meridians and the luck of the Jinxiu Continent. If I don't act against the heavens, then such luck will definitely be based on me. What do you think?"

Li Chuping was speechless, "So, what do you think will be the next trend?"

Hou Chi smiled, "The southwest demon disease is over, of course it will be the other regions. The mainland is a whole, and the southwest cannot represent everything."

"Do you want to go to the northwest or the north?"

"I haven't thought about this clearly yet. I need to go back and see the specific situation of the demons in various parts of the mainland before making a judgment; but we can spread the wind first..."

Old Li understood it, "Then some people would not want the Southwest to be the leader and take the lead in launching assistance to various parts of the mainland, anyway, they have some."

Hou Chi smiled, "That's true. We can't help everyone, and we can't do it even if we are exhausted. Some Taoist priests should do their best."

(End of this chapter)
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