Huan Guang felt that he didn't understand.

In the past, it felt that it knew the monks of the Thirty-three Realms very well. They had been dealing with each other for so long. Although it had not even completely conquered the Western World, the monks of the Thirty-three Realms had been exhausted because of it.

How many monks in the Western World are desperately guarding the last bit of territory there by consuming their lives?

The sect leaders from all walks of life have become misers. When they are fighting against them, they close the sect formation and defend passively?

Even if the Netherworld Bone City fell later and it was pitifully rescued back to the clan with no memory, it could still pat its chest and say that it knew and was familiar with the monks of the Thirty-three Realms.

But over the past three months, Huanguang has seen with his own eyes that their team has grown and shrunk again and again. He feels that the understanding he once had is like the clouds in the sky, misty and indistinct, and cannot be grasped at all.

So Dufang is trying to ridicule it again, right?

"I just received the news from Qingjiang and others using forbidden techniques."

Dufang didn't know what Huanguang was thinking, so he sighed again and said: "Guan Xun is dead, Wu Wei is dead, and in less than four months, nearly 20% of our immortal-level clansmen have perished."

There is nothing surprising about this number.

Most of the recruited captains have fallen because of their repeated mistakes in judgment.

Although it is cautious now, there will still be times of force majeure.

"What Qingjiang and the others mean is that we have to tell everyone about the serious situation in the secret world."

Dufang slowly told Huanguang the reason for the notification, "But to prevent people's hearts from wandering... about Guan Xun, Wu Wei and the others, you can only tell the people in charge secretly and tell them to be more cautious.

The human race in the Thirteen Realms is not what everyone once thought."

"..."

Huan Guang understood.

It was a little happy and a little scared.

Happily, the clan recognizes the power of the monks from the Thirty-three Realms, and no one can call them useless anymore.

What is frightening is that none of the monks in the Thirty-three Realms seem to be what it remembers.

If it was so powerful before, how could it have dominated the Western world for so long?

So what if we are cautious now?

If it is really unlucky enough to bump into someone else's formation, can they let it go?

It is safest only to follow oneself.

Huanguang swallowed his saliva, "Sir!" He had already used the honorific title Du Fang, "I would like to serve you, but you know that I failed in the Thirty-three Realms and returned home, and everyone in my clan...

She thinks I'm stupid and stupid, and she's very disgusted with me."

This also applies to Dufang.

They were friends once!

Very very good friends.

However, the troubles in the secret world made Du Fang realize that it was not that stupid, but he still did not give him the respect he once had.

Huan Guang can imagine the reaction of some people when it went to spread the word.

Fortunately, I didn't meet any powerful monks and formed a brigade of captains. Who can obey it? Who can believe it?

"I ran to tell them that Guan Xun fell and Wu Wei fell. Do you think they believe it?"

Huanguang felt that he would be beaten. "They wouldn't believe it. They would even suspect that I was cursing the two adults and cursing the trip to the secret world. I was causing trouble for them."

this?

Du Fang stopped talking.

After entering the secret world, it has never been smooth.

Bad luck seems to follow it.

It has never been so difficult to become the chief elder of the clan.

Dufang couldn't help but suspect that Huanguang was so moldy that it also became moldy.

Although the deaths of Guan Xun and Wu Wei made it understand that it was actually quite lucky, it couldn't help but want Huanguang to stay away from it.

Luck is a very strange thing.

Heaven also likes to add icing on the cake.

People in cultivation say that hemp ropes are designed to be broken at the thinnest points, and bad luck is designed to find people who are destined to suffer.

Huan Guang——According to the human race, he is a particularly failed person with a "miserable" fate.

So it wanted it to take a hundred troops to get out and notify them one by one.

but now……

Du Fang thought for a while and took out a jade plaque from his arms, "This is my king's token. If you take my king's token and pass the message to the clan for me, who dares not to listen?"

It hated Huanguang and said, "Huanguang, straighten your back. I will give you another handwritten letter. Every time you join a team, you can get the reward of fifty people from the other tribe. This won't take long.

, you also have your own team.

By the way, I can also ask everyone about Dong Wang and Da Po."

Dong Wang and Da Po?

Huanguang was finally a little moved, "Sir, please add another team to me. This also shows that you attach great importance to this matter. If I bring more guards, the captains who receive the news will pay more attention to it."

.”

"..."

Give another team?

How many people does it have now?

Dufang didn't want to agree and asked Huanguang to deliver the news just to save manpower.

"I'll give you fifty more people!"

Du Fang sighed inwardly, "As long as you are careful, one hundred and fifty people are enough to ensure your basic safety."

"……yes!"

What can Huan Guang do?

I had no choice but to respond.

"This matter is very important."

Du Fang borrowed a blank jade slip from a human monk to write about the losses in the secret world, and warned everyone to be more cautious, "Huan Guang, you must keep looking for our team to spread the news."

"yes!"

After a long while, Huanguang led two team leaders who were not very high in the realm of gods, avoided the path they came from, and set off to the southeast.

There are too few people, and the escort cannot be spread out a hundred feet away.

Huan Guang could only divide them into three teams of fifty people each, and move forward in a Z-shaped formation, with him in the middle.

No matter where the danger is, it can escape if it reacts quickly.

At this time, Qingyu and Huang Lianzhu were also being chased by a large group of Yuegui.

The cooperation between the two people was going very smoothly, but who knew that the Yuegui team was getting bigger and bigger now, so big that they could no longer take advantage of it.

Qingyu's House of Flying Daggers is still at the 'sixth' stage. Coupled with the hundred-foot restriction in the secret world, the number of moon ghosts that can be dealt with at one time can only be less than a hundred. In fact, it is a bit dangerous if it exceeds fifty.

But today, they accidentally provoked a group of patrols who were clearing the way. Before they could finish their hard work, a large group of people surrounded them.

The two of them had no choice but to escape.

Especially at this time, most of Qingyu's spiritual power has been consumed and he doesn't even have the strength to escape.

"Qingyu, take off your cassock and give it to me."

Huang Lianzhu led her all the way, "Find a place where you can cover up your appearance and hide your breath."

Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to escape.

If you take one more of her with you, she will run slower.

"It's fate that we'll see each other again."
Chapter completed!