Huba also said coldly: "Yes, I think there is a traitor in this matter!"

As soon as this statement came out, the atmosphere at the scene became even more tense.

"If you want to falsely accuse me, then bring evidence!" Wuyang female monk replied coldly, her expression did not change at all, but her heart became more and more vigilant.

It seemed too obvious, she had to find a way to kill Zhou Jian as soon as possible, she thought coldly in her heart.

"Humph, of course we can provide evidence. Once these spies are caught and Fanshu and others are intercepted, everything will become clear!" Huba snorted coldly, and the contradiction became more and more acute.

Then he shouted: "I have given the order to all the tribes in the Nile River to mobilize their troops and pursue the female slaves at all costs. There are ten thousand of them and they cannot run far!"

"Besides, if I were to conduct a blanket search downstream, I would rather kill ten thousand by mistake than let one go!"

"I will crush these troublemakers to ashes!"

The voice was filled with hatred, making people shudder, and they all fell to their knees: "Yes!"

Immediately afterwards, the order from the Holy Code was issued, and the entire search became louder and louder.

The Wuyang female monk returned to her territory. When Danfeng took a look, she found that someone was following her and monitoring her. This made her more uneasy and determined to kill people. After all, only dead people cannot speak.

"..."

In the lower reaches of the Nile River, there are many more Western barbarians on both sides than in the middle and upper reaches, and the terrain is quite complex. They are either canyons, villages, or nomads in the desert.

Zhou Jian and his people fled here, found a hidden temple, and hid temporarily. The speakers inside had all been tied up.

Squeak, squeak, squeak... the sandworm chirped in the night, accompanied by shallow cries of pain.

"Ah..." The dozen or so Qingtian Guards all suffered serious injuries when they broke through. Their voices were low at the moment, but the pain was clearly audible.

Just because there are countless torches outside and a large number of believers are searching, even the mountains and deserts are not spared. Once heard, they will be surrounded again.

The rest of the Qingtian Guards were quickly bandaging their wounds. Fortunately, the golden sore medicine they brought was modified by Sun Youyu. It was very effective and stopped bleeding and pain as soon as it was applied.

Seeing that they were breathing heavily and out of danger, Zhou Jian breathed a sigh of relief. His black robe was covered with blood. He took a sip of cold water, but felt a tingling sensation in his chest.

"Hiss!" He took a breath of air and frowned.

"Your Majesty, are you injured?" Master Ku's expression changed.

"It's okay." Zhou Jian waved his hands and said in a low voice: "Don't make any noise. I just suffered a little skin injury while fighting the leader of the monks today. It's okay."

"That's...ok." Master Ku frowned.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Jian pushed open the corner of the window and looked outside. He saw torches and monks searching inside and outside. A large number of innocent Westerners would be massacred by believers indiscriminately if they panicked even a little.

He was secretly worried, where were the Guanyin and Yang Wei teams now? The time during the day was too chaotic, and the three groups failed to converge.

Just when I was worried, suddenly!

His ears moved and he heard seven or eight footsteps, and they were very rapid.
Chapter completed!