Chapter 378 Wolf [Please give me a monthly ticket! ]

The rocky beach goes eastward, and at the end of the river the river turns into a large barren land.

This place is called the Land of Bones.

The wind howled, the waves filled the sky, the sun and stars disappeared, the mountains were invisible...

If you look more closely, you can see broken iron tools, broken armor and gray bones everywhere in the wilderness. This is the battlefield where Jiuyang and the soldiers of Yin State fought each other without giving an inch.

At that time, both sides had experienced four years of war, and their troops were already weak and their generals were exhausted. They fought to this place, which was a crucial place. They all relied on their last breath to fight to the death. In the end, there was no longer any battle strategy. It was just a pure fight between the two sides to see who could hold their breath.

Eventually, they were all unable to move, and problems had arisen within their respective armies, so they began negotiations and decided to use a battle to capture the city to determine the winner.

The Yin Kingdom won the first battle to capture the city and collected all the remains of its soldiers that it could. As for the corpses of the Yang people left here, they were not so kind and allowed them to remain in the wilderness.

The Yin Kingdom's court rejected the Yang people's request to collect the remains on a large scale, fearing that they would take advantage of the opportunity to cause trouble. However, the Frost North City tacitly approved the private collection of the remains of their relatives by the elderly, children, and women.

Over the years, there has been a custom among the Yang people of "going south to collect bones". Basically, those who died in the Jiuyang battles who still had relatives at home had their bones collected.

Just the remaining corpses without relatives or unrecognizable ones still fill the entire wilderness, which shows how tragic the death and injuries were at that time.

Among them are many accomplished warriors or Qi-refining masters. The bodies of the warriors have not yet completely decayed, and some even have their eyebrows and eyes clearly visible; as for the Qi-refining masters, after their bodies have decayed, their bones inside are crystal clear, and some even have a golden glow, which is very unique.

From time to time, there were a few lantern monsters transformed from will-o'-the-wisp fires, wandering on the scorched earth, whimpering in the wind, as if they were the sad songs of the past.

Monk Yuansheng is on this land, or to be more precise, he is lying on this land.

The task Liang Yue assigned to him was similar to that of Yan Shenbing, which was not to seek victory, but to delay as much as possible and just stay alive.

He also implemented the tactics taught by Liang Yue. Before the light curtain fell, he had already found a place, put on a set of armor, buried half of his body in dust, and held his breath.

It would be fine if the enemy doesn't come, but if he does, he will attack suddenly.

In order to train him in the unique skill of pretending to be dead, Liang Yue also gave him special training.

They made him lie on the ground with an empty stomach and hold his breath while they ate hot pot and talked about gossip around him. Whenever Monk Yuansheng's eyes, ears, mouth or nose moved, the training time would be extended.

After such hellish training, Monk Yuansheng's technique of pretending to be dead has now reached perfection. Not to mention the living, even the dead themselves would not be able to recognize him.

After the light curtain fell, Monk Yuansheng didn't even know who his opponent was. He focused on his own world and just played the role of a dead person and died peacefully.

The drama is bigger than life.

Master Yun, who was watching the battle outside, blushed slightly. After all, this was a battle that many people were paying attention to. It would be a bit of a shame for his sect if the disciples of his own Jilei Temple did this.

However, he was also aware of Yuan Sheng's strength. He was at the bottom of the list among the talented players in both countries. It would be easier for him to win or at least survive by using some tricks. So even if he knew it in advance, he did not stop him.

But it’s still a little sad to think about it. I still don’t know whether it was right or wrong to let Wang Rulin teach Yuansheng for those few days.

Those few days really changed the child a lot.

……

Behind the light curtain opposite Yuansheng, a thin and dark-skinned girl's face appeared. She opened her huge eyes and looked at the scorched wilderness curiously.

At first, the people watching the battle might have wondered why Jiuyang sent such a little girl to the Bone Land?

This is the most eerie and terrifying place. In terms of psychological stimulation alone, it may be more intense than the Nether Cave. After all, although it is dark there, there are not so many dead people.

But after watching for a while, you will find how fierce this girl is.

She was not afraid of the skeletons on the ground, and even treated them like toys, kicking a few of them away as she walked, showing no respect for the Nine Yang ancestors. Monk Yuansheng did not move, but she was very lively, jumping around to find someone.

This resulted in the situation here not being as ugly as in Youming Cave. When she gradually approached the ambush position of Monk Yuansheng, many people held their breath, looking forward to what would happen next.

The spectators on Jiuyang's side had already started shouting loudly.

Unfortunately, the wolf butterflies in the battlefield cannot hear the sounds outside.

It would be no use even if they shouted their throats out.

As they were about to go around a low slope, Langdie came into the sight of Monk Yuansheng. Amid the chaos of corpses, she didn't seem to notice anything different about Yuansheng. She just glanced at him and turned away.

good chance!
Monk Yuansheng suddenly opened his eyes, jumped up on the spot, leaped into the air, and hit the back of Langdie's head with a stick that was as high as his eyebrows. He did not hold back at all because he was a monk or the other party was a little girl.

call--

The stick was powerful enough to break the wind. Just as he was about to attack, Langdie suddenly twisted his body, bent his waist, and turned around to do a roundhouse kick!

Bang!
Monk Yuansheng's huge body was still in the air when she kicked him, sending him flying and crashing into an open space nearby. Dust and smoke rose in an instant.

"Cough cough..." Monk Yuansheng clearly heard the sound of his ribs breaking, and he coughed up some blood foam.

This little girl is actually a sixth-level warrior!
His strength is far superior to mine.

There is no such information in Yin Kingdom’s intelligence. I think that just like them, they all achieved a breakthrough through their recent practice.

Furthermore, her strength is so great that it should be considered extremely strong even among those in the sixth realm.

I don’t know what kind of magical body this is.

"Haha." Langdie laughed crisply, "I was born among the dead, and I lay with the dead all day until I was a teenager. No one knows what the dead smell like better than me. Even if you restrain your breath well, you still can't cover up the smell of the living."

"Amitabha." Monk Yuansheng got up and smiled bitterly, "I have met an expert."

"Big monk, if you really want to become a dead person, I can help you." Langdie said with a smile. The little girl's smile looked innocent, and it was hard to imagine that she would say such cruel words.

"Then you don't have to do anything." Yuansheng was not afraid, but showed a mysterious expression, "Since you are so powerful, don't blame me for using that move..."

Seeing how serious he was, Langdie's relaxed expression also became slightly serious.

Monk Yuansheng threw the stick up to the sky, which flew away through the wind and fell towards the wolf butterfly.

Langdie took two steps back cautiously, and with a palm of his energy, he knocked the eyebrow-high stick away, but found that there was nothing special about it.

But when she looked at Yuansheng again, she found that the big monk had already fled a hundred feet away, holding his ribs, and shouted: "I give up, I leave this place to you!"

When she wanted to catch up, it was too late.

Monk Yuansheng fled the battle area like the wind, pretended to be dead, and when his attack failed, he immediately admitted defeat and left.

The wolf butterfly has already won.

Watching the big monk fleeing, she had no choice but to raise the Nine-Yarn Flag. For some reason, the little girl always had a strange feeling.

It seems like I won, but it also seems like I didn’t win…

(End of this chapter)