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Chapter 210 The Patriarch Dies
"Call the patriarch and the others back first, clean up the battlefield, and then we will continue to set off." Chu Yao put away two spiritual power guns, took out a long lightning whip and killed a few white iron ants that were alone, and said to A Rong.

"Yes." Arong turned his head and ran back, shouting as he ran, "Everyone, come out, all the white iron ants have been killed by the Holy Maiden."

Changdong didn't go far with the patriarch on his back. There were too many children, and the older children were fine. Those five or six-year-old children were so frightened by the termite ants that they couldn't walk at all. The soldiers, and fifteen or sixteen The older children, all carrying one on their backs and holding a five or six-year-old child in their hands, were walking with difficulty.

"Listen, Changdong." Fang Ning's ears were sharp, and he vaguely heard Ah Rong's shout, and said pleasantly, "I seem to hear Ah Rong calling us?"

"Everyone, don't make noise." After Changdong stopped and asked everyone to keep quiet, Ah Rong's voice floated over more clearly: "Everyone, come back quickly, the white iron and white iron ants have been killed by the saint."

"It's really Ah Rong's voice," Chang Dong said in disbelief with his eyes as big as copper bells, "He said that the white iron ants were all killed by the Holy Maiden."

"Long live the saint!" Everyone cheered when they heard the news, and their morale was greatly boosted.

"Quick," the patriarch lay on Changdong's body, excitedly hammering Changdong's head and said, "Let's go back and gather with the Holy Maiden."

The patriarch and Changdong led the large troops back to the spot just now, and saw the saint standing on the roof of the chariot, behind him was a cold ocean of ice, the group of white irons that made all the creatures in the jungle terrified The ants were all frozen to death under the ice layer, and there were many large ants smashed into pieces above the ice layer.

This spectacular scene stunned everyone, just how powerful it is to achieve this.

Everyone stood there dumbfounded, but the patriarch quickly came to his senses. After he got off Changdong's back, he knelt on the ground with his hands on the ground, and solemnly knelt in front of Chu Yao: "Long live my lord, thank you lord." Be with us."

This is the first time the patriarch has bowed down to Chu Yao. Although he respected Chu Yao before and allowed the villagers to worship and kowtow to Chu Yao, deep in his heart he still kept a trace of vigilance against Chu Yao, an outsider, but today Chu Yao His performance made him completely surrender in front of Chu Yao.

Everyone bowed down to the patriarch, and they shouted piously: "Long live the saint, thank you for being with us."

"Everyone get up, this is an extraordinary time, don't be so polite." Chu Yao calmly accepted their kneeling. As a cultivator, she is like a fairy to mortals.

Everyone looked at Chu Yao with fanaticism and admiration in their eyes. The shock of Chu Yao's feat of killing the white iron ant colony alone dilutes the fear in their hearts. They are even more convinced that the saint can take them out Darkness, find the light.

"Changdong, Ah Rong, you lead the soldiers to clean up the battlefield and collect Yin Qi stones."

"Students of the disciple team, check the number of children, line up neatly, and bring those injured and unwell children to the chariot. After half an hour, we will continue to set off."

Chu Yao gave a few simple orders, then walked to the patriarch and helped him onto the front of the car. This wise old man seemed to be in a bad condition. He had already fallen ill before, and he was inspired by the elixir. He stood up, but when he met the terrifying white iron ant colony just now, he thought that the whole village would be buried here, and he completely collapsed under exhaustion.

Chu Yao felt very bad in her heart. Although she killed the termite ants to revive the morale of the village, if the patriarch fell at this time, it would be a fatal blow to the team!
After Changdong and Arong finished cleaning the battlefield, they led the large troops to continue on the road. They insisted on heading north. As long as they were heading in the right direction, they might still meet the troops ahead.

The big troop moved forward very smoothly. On the subsequent journey, they never encountered other powerful beasts. According to Changdong's explanation, the smell of white iron ants will make many ferocious beasts stay far away. No beast in the world dares to approach the white iron ant colony.

Therefore, Chu Yao, who can kill a colony of white iron ants by herself, is even more powerful than a god in the eyes of the villagers. They have already begun to believe that those who believe in the saint will have eternal life.

Although it is a good thing that the migration journey is smooth, everyone is not happy.

Because the patriarch's condition became more serious, he spent less and less time awake every day, and his face was terribly gray. The accompanying doctors could only shake their heads in pain and helplessness when they saw the patriarch, because the patriarch was already exhausted. Anything can save his life.

In front of Arong, Chu Yao gave the patriarch another elixir, but it only restored the patriarch's strength, and healing was already impossible.

A Rong expressed his understanding, and even secretly told Chu Yao not to waste the panacea.

Chu Yao could tell that Arong was in pain when she said this, but she couldn't help it. This panacea is not the flesh of a Tang monk, and it cannot make people live forever.

That day, when they stopped to camp for a rest, the patriarch suddenly gained strength and struggled to stand up, letting Arong support him to check on the children.

"My lord saint, please go over here, Patriarch." Arong suddenly ran up to Chu Yao, his eyes were red, and his voice trembled a little.

Chu Yao followed Arong to the center of the camp, and when she saw the face of the patriarch, she immediately had a bad feeling.

The patriarch's cheeks showed an abnormal bright red color, which made his complexion even more gray, which was already a flashback.

Seeing Chu Yao, the patriarch smiled effortlessly: "Your Majesty, you are here."

"Patriarch." Chu Yao stood beside the patriarch and looked into his eyes kindly.

"My lord," the patriarch forced a smile and said, "I'm about to die."

"Patriarch!" Hearing what the patriarch said, all the children stood up and shouted anxiously: "You will not die."

"Shut up, and listen to the patriarch quietly." A Rong stared, and scolded the children around him fiercely. He has always had a very good temper. This is the first time he has lost such a big anger. sounded.

"Mr. Saint, the village will be handed over to you. I believe you will be able to lead us to the light." The patriarch looked at Chu Yao expectantly with his cloudy old eyes.

"Patriarch, don't worry, I'm with you!" Chu Yao nodded firmly. It is impossible for her to shirk at this time, otherwise the team will collapse immediately.

"Thank you, Lady Saint." The patriarch showed a relieved smile, and he called Changdong, Arong, Fang Ning, Liu Bei and others to his side, and instructed them carefully.

There was crying in the camp, and all the children couldn't help but shed sad tears.

The flush on the patriarch's face gradually receded, his voice became smaller and smaller, almost inaudible, and finally his head drooped feebly, no matter how much Ah Rong and the others yelled and slapped, they never woke up again.

Chu Yao stepped forward, put her finger in front of the patriarch's nose to measure her breath, and touched the carotid artery on the side of his neck, sighed, and said to Changdong and Arong: "Patriarch, you are dead."

The patriarch was buried on the spot, and a wooden plaque without a name was his tombstone, and the large army continued to march north.

The team's morale also reached a freezing point, the children couldn't help crying softly, and a gloomy cloud shrouded the team's head. Chu Yao couldn't do anything about it. Sad emotions always need time to dilute.

The team advanced for another day, and Ah Rong pointed to the distant sky and shouted: "My lord, look at the yin layer!"

Chu Yao climbed to the roof of the car to take a look, and saw that the sky in the distance was dark and dense, full of dark clouds as black as ink, and there was no end in sight.

The dark clouds in one area rolled unsteadily, and gray clouds of cloudy air kept falling, which was the riot zone of the cloudy air layer.

"Come on everyone, as long as we pass through that area, we can enter the fixed range of Yin Qi." Chu Yao stood on the roof of the car to cheer everyone up: "We have worked so hard to get here, and there is a bright place in front of us, everyone Come rush with me!"

"Long live the saint!" Everyone's morale was boosted when they heard that happiness is on the other side.

Chu Yao drove the chariot to clear the way ahead. This time, Ah Rong sat directly on the roof of the car. This time, he no longer saves Yin Qi stones. Whenever he sees a wild beast blocking the way, he will immediately shoot him. If he can't deal with it It is the turn of the cannon barrel on the chariot to show its power.

After entering the yin qi layer riot zone, the marching speed of the large troops continued to increase. In order to save the yin qi stone, Chu Yao began to dismantle the carriages after the supplies were almost consumed, and now there was only the last carriage left.

There is less and less rest time for large troops, because for them, time is life!
Although all of them are wearing 'wild grass' hats to prevent the erosion of Yin Qi, and clothes coated with weed solvent, the Yin Qi in this riot zone is too strong. The more they will be eroded by the yin qi, the more than a dozen weak children have been killed by the yin qi, so everyone keeps speeding up and following Chu Yao's chariot.

The progress of the whole team was extremely difficult, and there were not many supplies in the car, and everyone was basically in a situation of not having enough food and clothing.

Chu Yao would stand on the roof of the car every day and say some passionate words to give these children some chicken blood and fill them with hope. The effect of this is very obvious. Although the children are very bitter and tired, but look Looking at Chu Yao's eyes, there was always a light of hope.

This group of children is great. They are tenacious and strong, and they grew up quickly during the arduous migration. No matter how hard it was, they gritted their teeth and followed the footsteps of the chariot. No one or a child cried bitterly. This perseverance made Chu Yao Can't help but be moved by it.

(End of this chapter)