Half a year later.

Liu Qinghuan walked down from the second city wall, exhausted and just wanted to return to his place immediately. However, he happened to have an appointment tonight, and it was not yet time to go back.

As usual, there are all kinds of notices on the city walls, but now there are basically no people looking around them.

Liu Qinghuan's gaze slid over those notices, thinking that with the battle merit points accumulated in the past half a year, he seemed to be able to exchange a lot of things.

He needed to collect nine kinds of spiritual fluid to refine the Nine Songs Red Dust Spectrum, and now there were six of them, and perhaps the rest could be found in those exchange rewards listed by the Alliance.

After walking a few steps along the city wall, a few silent people stood in front of a sign on the side, and a faint sadness leaked from them.

List of fallen friars......

I told myself not to look, but my feet automatically walked behind those people.

The dense black letters on it cover the entire notice, and a name is automatically added at the bottom from time to time, representing the fall of another life.

Liu Qinghuan closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he fell firmly to the letter.

Wan Hongwei, Shaoyang faction, Yuanying monk......

Xue Ling, Wen Shi Pai, Yuan Ying Monk, Dao name Mei Qing......

Red Eagle, a fourth-order monk of the Demon Clan......

Below the Yuanying monk is Jin Dan, Liu Qinghuan looked at it seriously, and unexpectedly saw some familiar names.

Liu Gaizhi, Dongfang Bai, Mu Feng, Qi Xuan......

Some of these people have dealt with him, some have only heard of the name, and some are in the same house as him. A sense of powerlessness welled up in my heart, but there was a sense of shame and happiness, glad that the people around me were not on it, and they were not ...... for the time being.

The largest number of people are low-level monks, and there is no longer a list, and there is another one next to it.

They were all monks who had died in the war with the Lunar Moon Blood Realm in the past half a year. They paid with their lives, only to get an inconspicuous line of black letters on this blank piece of paper, and then disappeared into the dust and smoke of history.

Liu Qinghuan stood for a while, seeing that the sky was dark, the first broken and destroyed city wall was buried in the shadows, but the spells and roars that had not stopped in the distance were more clearly audible.

For more than half a year, Yun Mengze has lost the first city wall, and the market towns on the plain have all been moved back to Yantang Fort. Thousand Pages Mountain was almost flattened in the battle between the two sides, and after paying a terrible price, it was completely reduced to the base camp of the Yin Moon Blood Realm.

Wars have become the norm, and the frequency of three days and five days of big battles is exhausting.

But......

Liu Qinghuan looked at the gate of Yantang Fort, which still had traces of battle in the tower: they did it!

Compared to the Howling Wind Continent, which was completely in chaos, Yun Mengze's side nailed the invading Otherworld to the death of Qianye Mountain!

Although they had also broken through the defenses several times, and once even attacked Yantang Fort and were sucked into it by the mountains and rivers, they did manage to leave most of the people from the other world in this barren eastern wasteland, and let the Yunmengze Continent not be violated.

Liu Qinghuan bypassed the mountains and rivers, entered the interior of Yantang Fort from the passage on one side, and came to the second floor of a teahouse.

The people he wanted to see had already arrived, Yun Zheng looked at him playfully, and Liu Qinghuan said casually: "Sorry, I'm late." ”

Huang Er's waist greeted him with a flattering smile: "Not too late, you see, your favorite bamboo core tea I ordered for you has just been delivered." ”

Liu Qinghuan nodded lightly at him, sat opposite Yun Zheng, and waved to Huang Er's waist, who was bowing halfway, and said, "Sit." ”

Yun Zheng looked at him: "You just came down from the front?"

"The defenses inside the Thousand Pages Mountain are even tighter. Liu Qinghuan took a sip of the teacup, and the bitter and fragrant tea relieved the thirst in his mouth: "This time I sneaked in and was almost discovered." ”

The two chatted about the things on the battlefield, and he suddenly remembered that he hadn't introduced the two of them yet: "This is Yun Zheng, the real person of the Ziwei Sword Pavilion, well, this is the Huang Eryao I mentioned to you, and his family heirloom talisman array is very interesting." ”

Huang Er, who was half-sitting on the chair, immediately got up and saluted, and said with a look of reverence: "Is there anyone in Yunmengze now who doesn't know the prestige of Lingxi's predecessors, the seventh place on the battle merit list, he killed two Jindan monks from the other world with one sword, and successfully escaped from the siege of several people......"

He went through Yun Zheng's exploits endlessly, and finally almost knelt down and kowtowed.

Yun Zheng twitched the corners of his mouth and said slowly: "Where did you find this old guy with a cheap head? When I saw him, I had the idea of going up and kicking him twice." ”

Liu Qinghuan looked at Huang Er's waist speechlessly as if he had been praised, and said, "Wasn't you interested in the talisman array I used last time, he did it." There are indeed some similarities with the formation, but I don't have time to study it, so I just bring him and you can communicate with yourself. ”

Yun Zheng asked thoughtfully: "Your surname is Huang, could it be that you are a descendant of Huang Gu, who is said to be able to make the Fengtian Dan Fu and later declined?"

Seeing that Liu Qinghuan was a little puzzled, he added another sentence: "Huanggu used to be a cultivator family with the same name as the Yuncheng family, but their family is the Fu Qi family, and my family is the formation family. ”

Huang Erzi said happily: "The predecessors actually know the Huang family! Yes, my ancestor is the Huanggu Danshu who claims to be able to seal the heavens and the earth, but now I am the only one left in the entire Huang family, not to mention the Fengtian Dan Fu, the inheritance of the family is probably going to be cut off in my hands." ”

He hung his head in frustration, his usual hippie smile gone.

Liu Qinghuan didn't expect Huang Eryao to have such a background, and when he thought of the record about Huanggu in the history books, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

The most glorious deed of the Huanggu Danshu is that in the last Sealing War, the Huang family once refined a Heaven Sealing Pill Talisman and sealed the otherworldly space passage in the final battle!

Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but move in his heart, and said, "Is your family's inheritance still complete, has the Fengtian Dan Fu been saved? If you prepare the materials, can you refine it?"

Huang Eryao let out a meaningless ahhh......h

Yun Zheng's eyes lit up: "You mean?"

Seeing that Huang Eryao seemed to be stunned to the point of sluggishness, he impatiently kicked the chair he was sitting on, and shouted, "Just ask if you can!"

Huang Eryao took a big breath, barely calmed down, and ecstasy came to his face: "Senior, yes! Yes! As long as there are enough materials for me to practice talisman making, I will definitely work hard! Before, it was because I was poor and had no way to ......."

He spoke incoherently, eager to swear by a curse, and his face turned red.

Yun Zheng grinned in disgust: "Okay, okay, you can talk about your current level first." If the Fengtian Dan Fu is so easy to make, your family will not decline, if your elm head has to be practiced for hundreds of years to make one, then what use do you want!"