Mortal: Fight monsters and upgrade, I will enjoy immortality!

After hearing the long and sharp whistle, several people looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw a dozen escaping lights of different colors flashing far to the south of the battlefield, shooting towards here at high speed.

Before the people got close, a loud voice sounded: "Masters, please stop, we can't fight anymore, something big has happened on the grassland!"

When this person spoke, he used a secret technique to spread his voice throughout the battlefield. He wanted everyone to hear it, so his words rumbled over the battlefield.

After shouting these words, these people's escape skills sped up a bit more, and they shot toward the skinny old man at lightning speed.

After the warring parties heard these words, although they realized that something big might have happened, before receiving the order to retreat, everyone was just stunned for a moment and continued to engage in a life-and-death fight.

After the skinny old man heard this, his heart sank, and he looked at the dozens of escaping lights that were flying towards him uneasily.

After a while, Dunguang came to the old man. The light dimmed, and a dozen magicians in different costumes appeared. The leader was an old man in yellow robes. This man had a cultivation level in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

When the skinny old man saw that it was the old man in yellow robe, he was shocked and showed a look of disbelief.

Then he couldn't wait to ask: "What's going on? Jiu Si, aren't you staying in the main court? Why are you here?"

The old man in yellow robes known as Jiu Si said with a sad face: "Master Zhu, it's over, it's over! The entire grassland has been occupied by the Turks!"

As he spoke, the man took out a jade slip from his body and handed it to the skinny old man with both hands.

"What! How could this happen! Don't we still have the Jinyang tribe, the most powerful tribe, staying on the grassland? What do they do for food!" The skinny old man was shocked, and his figure swayed, showing signs of being unsteady on his feet.

"Brother Zhu (Master), Fellow Daoist Jiu, what's going on?" The big man in brocade and Saintess Mulan were equally surprised. They called the skinny old man worriedly, and then asked the old man in yellow robe anxiously.

"The details are all written in the jade slips. You should take a look first." The old man in yellow robe looked sad.

The skinny old man's consciousness invaded the jade slip, and he checked the contents inside at a glance. After a moment, he handed the jade slip to the man in brocade clothes with a livid face.

After reading the jade slip, the handsome man handed it to Saint Mu Lan. Their expressions were equally gloomy after reading the jade slip.

While the skinny old man was looking at the jade slips, he looked at the entire battlefield. They saw that seven or eight of the ten people who participated in the blockade in Tiannan had been released. Without the help of the Holy Bird and the Great Jin Demon Cultivator, other places were already at a disadvantage.

"The situation is over, the situation is over..."

The skinny old man was extremely sad and angry. There was no hope of winning this battle in which the fate of the entire ethnic group was at stake. And the last stronghold of the clan has been occupied by the damned Turks, and all the Mulan people have become homeless and wandering duckweeds.

After thinking quickly in his mind several times, he took the jade slip from the hands of Saint Mu Lan and flew to a distance of more than twenty feet away from Ye Ming and others. Say to a few people:
"Fellow Daoist Long, and this fellow Daoist Ye, right? I think there is no need for us to continue fighting."

Long Han glanced at Ye Ming, and after seeing the other party nod, he said calmly: "Haha, we in Tiannan are already in sight of victory. It will be a matter of time before we defeat you. Why do we have to cease war with you?"

"You must have heard just now that our tribe who stayed in the grassland was attacked and defeated by the Tuwu people. But what I want to tell you is that the Tuwu people have already pressed forward with a large army and gathered at the border of the grassland. If our two families fight, both sides will lose, and the Tuwu people will definitely lose. I'll take the opportunity to call him." When he said this, the skinny old man had calmed down, and there was no emotion or anger on his face.

"Is this happening?" Long Han suddenly lost his composure. If there was a third party watching with eager eyes, then he really couldn't fight anymore.

"Here are the details, you can read it for yourselves. After reading this, if you still want to fight, we will accompany you to the end!" The skinny old man did not explain, and directly threw the jade slip in his hand to Long Han.

Long Han took the jade slip and immediately released his spiritual consciousness to examine it carefully. Seeing this situation, Ye Ming withdrew the magic in his body and canceled the transformation. Now that the unexpected person has arrived, there will definitely be a ceasefire. Although he wanted the elixir, without the cooperation of other monks in Tiannan, no matter how powerful he was, he could not destroy more than a hundred Nascent Soul stage magicians from his tribe.

After Long Han read the contents of the jade slip, he saw that Ye Ming had released his transformation, and clearly did not intend to continue fighting. After throwing the jade slip to Ye Ming, he said to the skinny old man: "In that case, I wish you, fellow Taoist, to hurry up." Give the order to retreat."

"I hope fellow Daoist Long will be the same!"

"no problem!"

After the two reached a consensus, they immediately flew in one direction and issued retreat orders to all monks or magicians.

Ye Ming took the jade slip and quickly glanced at the contents inside. He saw that it mentioned that sudden people came out in droves, but it was just a general number. It did not mention the number of Yuanying magicians, let alone Yuanying. How many things are waiting for him in the mid-term and above?

At this time, the dozen or so monks who came to help besiege Qingyan Peacock had already stopped attacking.

The green flame peacock was dancing up and down at the moment, but it also made no aggressive behavior.

Ye Ming also stopped sending mana to the Five Flame Fan. After the fire phoenix disappeared, he faced the man in brocade and the Holy Maiden of Mu Lan and other people, and suddenly said:

"A few fellow Taoists from Mulan are quite curious about the situation of the Tuwu people. Could you please give me some introduction?"

The big man in brocade had just suffered a loss at the hands of Ye Ming. He was a great monk, but he couldn't even beat an incarnation of the other party. He looked a little embarrassed. Besides, Ye Ming had just killed several of them. After hearing what Ye Ming asked, he snorted and said nothing.

The old man in yellow robe who had just arrived here had never seen Ye Ming take action and did not understand Ye Ming's strength. He just glanced at Ye Ming in surprise, then looked at the big man in brocade clothes, and his lips twitched, not knowing whether he should do it or not. explain.

When the Mulan saint saw this, she rolled her eyes and said with a soft smile: "Fellow Daoist Jiu, although this fellow Daoist Ye has the same cultivation level as us, his magical powers are unfathomable. Before you came, the Great Jin Yinluo The head of the clan has died in his hands! You'd better introduce what you saw to this fellow Daoist Ye."

The old man in yellow robe was shocked when he heard this. He stared at Ye Ming with his eyes wide open, with a look of disbelief on his face.

After Ye Ming was stunned for a moment, he said to Saint Mu Lan: "Thank you very much, fellow Taoist. What's your surname, fellow Taoist?"

"I, Le Yun, have met fellow Taoist Ye!" Saint Mu Lan said with a smile on her lips. When the skinny old man and Long Han reached a consensus, this woman took back the Mulan Sacred Bird.

"It turns out to be Fellow Daoist Le, I'm glad to meet you." Ye Ming cupped his hands at the woman, and then turned his eyes to the old man in yellow robe.

"This is Fellow Daoist Jiu, right? Just now I saw in the jade slip that it was mentioned that the Tutu people dispatched a large number of Nascent Soul cultivators. I wonder if you can elaborate on how many there are specifically?"

"I've met Fellow Daoist Ye!" The old man in yellow robe suppressed his shock and introduced sadly:
"The Jinyang tribe of our clan who stayed on the grassland has two great masters, more than a dozen masters, and more than ten thousand magicians who have practiced Qi to the elixir-formation stage. A month ago, the Tutu people suddenly sent out five times this number. The troops raided my Jinyang tribe. Unfortunately, all my people were wiped out, and all the masters and great masters were not spared."

"Five times?" Ye Ming was speechless. The man didn't answer the question. Why did he talk so much?

The old man in yellow robe paused for a moment and then said: "Yes, in order to completely annihilate the Jinyang tribe, the Tutu people sent at least eight great masters, led by two divine masters. After that, they successively increased their troops, There are currently at least four divine masters gathered at the border. I don’t know the exact number of great masters and masters, but they are definitely many more than my Mulan clan."

"That is to say, there are more than four great monks and about thirty middle-stage Nascent Souls. Do the Tuwu people have such strong strength?" Ye Ming's eyes flashed with light. With so many people, killing a few of them would be detrimental to the overall situation. Not much impact, right?
"If we didn't have such strong strength, how could we Mulan people be eaten away by them step by step, and then reach the point where we no longer have a foothold? Besides, this doesn't even count the power they left behind in Tianlan Grassland." The old man in yellow robe smiled bitterly. A sound.

(End of this chapter)