"broken."

When Zhuo Donglai and his group rushed to the foot of Qiuyue Mountain, the scene in front of them was shocked.

Corpse are everywhere and blood flows into a river.

Even though countless soldiers were clearing out the ruins after the war, they could still feel the tragic battle from the scattered limbs and broken limbs.

Even some black-armored guards were dismembered and killed.

On the remaining wounds, claw marks and teeth marks can be seen everywhere, which shows that this fierce battle is not an internal struggle of the human race, and countless soldiers died in the mouths of ferocious beasts.

"It's a monster." Zhuo Donglai's face changed and he hurriedly grabbed a veteran who was cleaning up the body: "Uncle, what happened here? How could so many soldiers die in the mouth of the ferocious beast?"

The veteran's eyes were empty and his eyes were dull, but he smiled bitterly: "You are the children from there? This is not the place you should come. Let's leave quickly and don't lose your life."

"What happened here?" Zhuo Ziyi couldn't help but feel anxious.

The old patriarch Zhou had been lost before. If the young master of the Zhou family had any more accidents, their group would never have the beauty to go back to see the real person in the head.

Even though they had known that the root of the darkness this time was Qiuyue Mountain, they never expected that the situation in Qiuyue Mountain had worsened to this situation.

Although Zhuo Junlin and Zhuo Donglai and the other two had met a wolf demon, they did not expect that the demon clan would also intervene in the dark roots.

"In order to prevent the demon clan, General Meng cooperated with Qiuyueshan and set up many levels." The veteran smiled bitterly: "But the demon clan has not appeared yet, but the monster took action first."

Zhuo Junlin's face changed: "Is this all done by monsters?"

"Yes." The veteran smiled bitterly.

"How many monsters are there that can hurt an army to such an extent?" Zhuo Junlin's eyes flashed with a hint of astonishment: "Among the countless dead people, there are many not soldiers. Could it be that General Meng and Qiuyueshan have never been able to compete with the demon clan?"

The veteran shook his head: "According to General Meng's personal soldiers, this time it was not a full-scale attack from the demon clan. General Meng was almost going to deploy heavy troops everywhere, and only three or four out of ten could attack head-on. But even so, more than half of our side were killed or injured, and this was the high-level combat power of the demon clan had not taken action."

Zhuo Junlin's face couldn't help but sank.

At first glance, this veteran is a warrior who has experienced many battles and has the middle stage of Qihai Realm. However, even if the veteran has a high level of cultivation, he is seriously injured and has no ten combat power. It is a blessing to be able to survive this fierce battle.

"You might as well leave quickly." The veteran smiled bitterly: "This place has now become a hell on earth, so it is best not to come here in the future."

"Legendly, General Meng Xiaoyun has an elite army under his command, with only a hundred people, but he can compete with the powerful people in the Holy Realm." Zhuo Junlin smiled bitterly: "The uncle has a strong cultivation level, so he must be one of the Golden Swords and Iron Horses."

However, two rays of light suddenly shot out from the veteran's eyes.

Even though the few people have good cultivation, they can feel a slight sense of danger on the veterans.

Facing the veteran, it seems to be facing a prehistoric beast.

"Who are you?" The veteran's eyes were revealed, and his hands had already touched his waist.

Zhuo Junlin hurriedly smiled: "Uncle doesn't recognize us, so he should recognize our leader. A few years ago, there should be an uncle who follows Qingwang next to the Lingzheng Gate."

"Are you disciples of Lingzheng Sect?" A shiny feeling flashed in the veteran's eyes.

"Lingzhengmen, the 29th generation disciple." Zhuo Junlin chuckled: "These are all my senior brothers and sisters."

As he spoke, Zhuo Junlin gently held the veteran's left hand. The veteran felt a warm flow coming from his left hand. The spiritual energy was extremely pure. Even some good players in the army would not have the spiritual power of the young man in front of him.

The veteran felt that the pure spiritual energy had passed through his body for a whole week, but the injuries on his body gradually improved with the naked eye.

"What a strong spiritual energy." A trace of shock flashed in the veteran's eyes.

Zhuo Donglai and the Lin sisters changed their faces.

Isn’t it always said that Zhuo Junlin had never entered the Qihai Realm and had no spiritual energy in his body?

In front of him, Zhuo Junlin personally used his spiritual energy to heal the veteran's wounds. This pure spiritual energy is far beyond what he and others can compare with. Is this the waste in the legend of Lingzhengmen?

If this unfathomable junior brother in front of him is a waste, then what are they?

Zhuo Ziyi couldn't help but smile happily, and her eyes looked at Zhuo Junlin with excitement. Zhang Ergou was calm as if everything was under his control.

"Uncle, please tell General Meng and the disciples of Lingzhengmen to ask for their meeting." Zhuo Junlin chuckled.

"That is, he is a disciple of Lingzheng Sect, why do you need to pass on the news?" The veteran chuckled: "General Meng has always respected the Immortal Master Yuanqing of the Sect and regarded him as a god. If he knew he was a disciple of Lingzheng Sect, the general would definitely be flattered."

The veteran gave instructions to the other brothers, and took Zhuo Junlin's hand and strode towards the mountain. The veteran's footwork was extremely fast, and countless trees, grass and stones quickly retreated. However, Zhuo Junlin's figure was as lightning as lightning, and although he was pulled by the veteran, he never lost a single point.

Zhuo Donglai and others looked calm and followed the veteran closely, not falling behind a single step.

In a blink of an eye, several people had already rushed to the central army camp, and the veteran was slightly panting. Looking back, they saw that the six people were calm, neither blushing nor breathing. It seemed that the rushing just now did not test the depth of the six people at all, but instead made them lose face in front of the few people.

"Uncle Yu." A personal soldier strode forward and saluted the veteran urgently.

The veteran nodded slightly: "The general is now in the tent. These are disciples from Lingzhengmen. I will bring a few people to see the general."

The personal soldiers glanced at the faces of several people and turned around and entered the tent.

"Since the little immortal master from Lingzheng Gate has arrived, why do you need to pass it on? Please invite me quickly." A heroic voice came out, followed by a big man like an iron tower and walked out with a slightly dark face, but with an invisible majesty.

"I've seen the general." Zhuo Junlin stepped forward: "I heard from my master that the general is majestic and powerful. When I saw it today, I really have a reputation."

Meng Xiaoyun's face was stunned: "Who is Ling Shi?"

"Yuan Qing."

Meng Xiaoyun's face couldn't help but feel happy.

"The master once said that the general was unkind after drinking and liked to peek at women taking a bath." Zhuo Junlin chuckled.

"Fart." Meng Xiaoyun's face turned red, but a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes: "You are still a group of children, don't be ruined by that old thing Yuan Qing."

As he spoke, Zhuo Junlin was hugging him tightly.

However, Zhuo Junlin suddenly found a tear falling from Meng Xiaoyun's eyes.
Chapter completed!