Outside the remnant city of Dongying, under the bombardment of raging spiritual energy and fairy arts, not all warriors were knocked down on the ground where the terrain was permanently changed and corpses were scattered all over the land.

There are still some who survived.

When Chen Qiu and Shan Gui returned to the remnant city with jade, these survivors had been re-inhibited by the first wave of Heluo Gang boxers who rushed over.

However, Dongying City has been destroyed and they will definitely not be able to be placed.

Under the coordination of Li Yijian and others, outside the rift valley surrounding the remnant city, a new camp was tied up for everyone to rest.

Soon, the stories of these warriors were spread.

Most of them were the Qilu knights who came with the Southern Army.

Some came for fame and fortune, some couldn't bear to see the Japanese poisoned Qilu and came spontaneously, while others lost friends and family because of the Japanese robbery, and came in the name of revenge.

They were originally gathered together to assist the army in fighting. After breaking away from Dongying City, they used their swords and martial arts to completely drive the Japanese who were in chaos out of the Middle Land and China.

But the changes in the Wanling Array came too quickly.

The seven hundred battle troops were destroyed at one touch, and the front line was defeated like a mountain. They had the advantage and then fell into the Jedi in an instant.

These warriors are also victims.

One third of them were drained from the moment the spiritual tide came, and the remaining two-thirds fled in a hurry. During the escape, they were chased by Japanese ghost warriors and soldiers, and fell down almost one-third.

The last third should have been a scattered bird and beast, and they all went to find a way to live.

But someone reorganized the group of warriors with low morale. Not only did they not run away, they headed towards Dongying Remnant City again.

"I tell you who the hero is? It turns out that he is our hero Yang Fu and Yang."

After hearing about such loyalty, Li Yijian couldn't help but feel excited. He took his two brothers to the camp to check, wanting to meet the brave man.

As a result, it was discovered that the one who organized the warriors and returned to the battlefield was their old acquaintance.

"Tsk tsk, it's so miserable."

Li Yijian, wearing a coat, saw the bearded man lying in the sun, sleeping loudly in the camp. The man's clothes were soaked in blood and covered with scars.

The Taoist Master Xuanmen of the Jade Emperor Palace was cleaning his wounds. Just the gauze used to wipe the wounds was piled up on the ground.

"The blood is almost flowing."

Holding the steamed bun in his hand and trying to use food to dispel the fatigue Zhang Xiaohu, he leaned over and looked around, and turned around and said to Li Yijian and Yi Sheng:

"It's really hard for him. If you can keep going, you are worthy of being the 'Jinan hero' and indeed a hero."

"It's okay."

Li Yijian didn't care.

He is Chen Qiu's loyal younger brother, so he naturally knows many things that others don't know. Although he also lamented Yang Fu's bravery in fighting hard along the way, he actually had an opinion on this bearded man who once fought side by side in Luoyang City.

When the eldest brother returned from Jinling, he also told Yang Fu that there would be a major change in the world. He asked him to help with his work, collect information about the sects in Qilu, and make arrangements in advance.

But Yang Fu refused.

The bearded man felt that his elder brother had entered the evil path. Since then, he no longer contacted Li Yijian and his gang, just like cutting off his robe and breaking his robe.

"A true hero can help and eliminate disasters before evil happens, just like our brothers."

The deputy leader of the Heluo Gang walked forward with a greedy wolf knife and looked at the sleeping Yang Fu.

He said:

"This bearded man had the opportunity to save some people in advance, but he gave up himself, and he couldn't say it wrong. We warriors are like this, they are hard-working and unwilling to bow their heads.

It’s actually okay to have him help or not. There are also the Five Elements Sect and Jade Emperor Palace that have done things secretly, which can be considered as saving some people who should have died. But now this big bearded man has experienced this problem and is afraid that he will leave some knots in his heart."

Gangmaster Li shook his head and said with regret:

"If he cannot untie his martial arts, his martial arts will come to an end."

"Forget it, those who can fight back from the ghosts can be called heroes. They can't be humiliated anymore. Xiaosheng. Go to the nearest branch and ask the local brothers to bring good herbs with them."

Gangmaster Li took a last look at Yang Fu who was sleeping soundly, and he said:

"As long as you can still save it, try to save it as much as possible."

"Go away."

He waved his hand and took the two brothers out of this camp with a strong herbal smell.

"That ghost scholar Wu Shifeng, I heard that he could not be saved. If he had not stood firm under Zibo City, we brothers would not have had this great victory.

Our Heluo Gang has a deep relationship with the right and wrong villages."

Li Yijian looked at the remnant city under the sun in the distance, and said:

"He is leaving now, it is reasonable and we have to go and give it away."

After half a stick of incense, in the remnant city.

This city has long been razed to the ground, and the houses in the city are built, leaving only devastated, so it is difficult to find a complete room to rest.

There are spiritual energy gathering here, so no one has been driven away from here. Only Shen Qiu and his gang are left in the remnant city, as well as Taoist Ziwei and senior disciples of the Jade Emperor Palace.

When Li Yijian came back, he saw Xiao Lingsu and his brothers cleaning up the corpses all over the city and piled them together, and to ignite all of these corpses tonight.

There were no less than three or four thousand casualties in a small city. Although there were a group of Nirvana monks and trusted Heluo boxers who could help, this was still not a simple job.

The Japanese monks also came to help, cleaning up the corpses and chanting scriptures, which made the remains of bloody city with a sense of compassion.

In the center of the city, the center of the large platform where the Ten Thousand Spirit Array is buried, Shen Qiu's sword jade is still suspended in the air about ten inches on the ground.

A spiritual wind swung, holding the sword jade floating up and down. Below the strange thing, there was the jade array eye full of spiritual energy, and the spiritual energy was being extracted.

However, Shen Qiu had already agreed with Taoist Ziwei that he would not take time to take everything, and would leave one-third of it to bring back to Mount Tai for everyone in the Jade Emperor Palace.

Whether it is practicing Taoist techniques for Xuanmen Taoists or practicing magical martial arts by dragon and tiger Taoists, it is all suitable.

The amount of spiritual energy collected by most of Qilu is quite considerable. If the Taoist masters cooperate with the formation to gather spiritual energy, they will save some effort and support it for four or five years.

With such a situation, spiritual energy is an absolute "strategic resource".

However, at this time, not many people paid attention to the spiritual energy. At the edge of the city center, many people gathered there, the atmosphere was a bit low and a bit solemn.

Ziwei and Chonghe, the two Taoist priests, Hua Qing, Wu Jian, Shan Gui, Qingqing, and Li Baoguo, who was protecting Qingqing, used his eyes too much. Once the sun shone, he would burst into tears.

There were also several Guiwu Shangnin who guarded him, as well as several generals and officers who suppressed the bandits.

Finally, Chen Qiu.

He also stood in the crowd without disturbing him. Li Yijian and the other two rushed over, found a place to stand there, and looked into the field.

The ghost scholar Wu Shifeng was lying on a tattered bed, and the elder Lang Mutou of the Heluo Gang stood beside him.

This is the very former third leader. His chest collapsed and his face was as white as paper. It was already dying. Unless the Medicine King Ghost Doctor reaches this point, he will not be able to save such injuries.

On the other side of the bed, in the sun, two faint and light figures stood.

Liu Junshan and Qian Guaizi.

They are already ghosts, and they can't stand the sunlight, but there is plenty of spiritual energy here that allows them to appear in the light.

The body of the ghost always seems a little cold and ferocious.

You can feel the blew of the cold wind when you get close. Moreover, Liu Junshan, the leader of the Yin soldiers, "eat and drink in the sea" during the previous chaos, devouring too many ghosts and spirits, and has entered the realm of the Ghost King.

The ghost power on his body transformed, with hideous armor and black air gushings spread beside him.

Even if he just stood there and didn't speak, he would still feel angry.

Xiao Tie stood beside these two ghosts.

There was already frost all over the heavy Tiangang armor.

Zhang Lan held the cat and squatted beside the bed. In front of everyone, he waved the black fan in his hand gently and blew a few wisps of smoke into Wu Shifeng's nostrils.

Poison art can kill people and help people.

Given Wu Shifeng's current situation, if he wants to be clear-headed and speak, he can only use this method.

When the smoke blew in, Zhang Lan saw Wu Shifeng's eyes moving, and stood up, took back the black fan, turned his head and said to the two ghosts in front of him:

"At most one stick of incense, if you want to reiterate your brotherhood, hurry up."

After saying that, he flashed back to the crowd, with black smoke remaining on his body, allowing the green flowers and Wujian around him to move out quietly.

I was afraid that those weird things would be stained by myself.

"Cough, cough cough."

During the violent cough, Wu Shifeng suddenly opened his eyes, and the blood overflowing from the corners of his mouth turned black, which was a sign of poisoning.

The moment he opened his eyes, Wu Shifeng's eyes fell on Liu Junshan who was floating in front of him. His pale face tried hard to show a smile.

He tried to raise his hand, but he had no more effort.

"Second brother."

When Wu Shifeng saw Liu Junshan bent down, his grim face in front of him did not scare him. After all, the ghost scholar himself also had a face covered with burn marks of flames and burns, like a ghost face.

He almost died in the fire that killed Liu Junshan.
To be continued...