A gust of wind blew up in the jungle.

But this gust of wind did not come from higher mountains, but surged up on the flat ground.

There seemed to be a huge hole in the sky above the dense forest, which wanted to suck all the air in the dense forest.

Countless dead leaves and branches flew up from the ground and flew towards the sky, like a rolled rain curtain.

The dead leaves and branches hit everything they met along the way, making countless tiny sounds.

The practitioner wearing a colorful wooden mask stood stiffly in the dense forest, his heart full of chills and bitterness.

The dead leaves and branches slashed across his mask, making a low and subtle sound.

There was too much power and a divine meaning in the wind surging on the ground, and he knew very well where such power came from.

He also knew very well that facing the sub-saint in Jiange, it was impossible for him to escape at this time.

All he could make was surrender or commit suicide.

At this time, he felt more difficult to understand.

He could not understand why his "two-hearted Gu" had obviously fallen on Huang Wannian and Lin Yi at the same time, and why Huang Wannian fell down instantly, but the insect could not do anything to Lin Yi at all, but was held in Lin Yi's hand.

"Lin Yi, you!"

Several roars of shock and anger echoed sounded from the Huang family's convoy.

Lin Yi didn't even look at these Huang family members. Between the dead leaves and the dead branches, he had already heard some strange sounds.

He had no intention of taking action either.

Because Yuan Taoist will be much faster than him.

The sky is slightly bright.

The wind surging from the flat ground suddenly disappeared.

The dead branches and fallen leaves that were originally flying up suddenly lost their support and fell down.

These dead branches and fallen leaves were originally extremely light, but when they fell on the practitioner, they made countless dull collisions.

The practitioner let out a muffled groan, and every fallen leaf and every dead branch fell on him, like a heavy stone pressing on him.

He felt countless bricks and stones stacking on his body in an instant, making his body unable to move.

Not only was the body unable to move, but the qi, blood and true energy in his body could not move.

Countless tiny and powerful true energy power surged out from these fallen leaves and dead branches, and instantly penetrated into his bloodlines and meridians.

His bloodlines and meridians seemed to be instantly filled with countless fallen leaves and dead branches.

He was extremely shocked.

He was really stiff.

He knew how terrible a sub-saint was, but when he really faced it, he realized that this gap was far beyond his imagination.

With just a thought, he could not even decide his own life and death.

In the next moment, the wooden mask on his face shattered.

The broken wooden mask is hollow, like a honeycomb.

More flying insects flew out inside, but in the next moment, they were shattered by the power brought by countless flying fallen leaves, turning into a colorful blood mist.

In the colorful blood mist, a face with a unique tattoo slowly emerged.

This face is neither young nor old. Both eyebrows and cheeks are colorful tattoos like butterflies' wings.

All the Huang family stopped shouting.

No matter how stupid they were, they had already realized that Huang Wannian's sudden fall was related to the practitioner in the mountains, but what shocked them even more was the power from the Taoist Yuan.

Bai Yuelu's figure appeared beside Huang Wannian, who was already unconscious. At this time, Huang Wannian was supported by a cultivator from the Huang family. Bai Yuelu was not as eye-catching as Qi Zhuji in the Tie Ce Army. At this time, the people of the Huang family were attracted by the movements in the dense forest, so no one noticed her arrival.

Bai Yuelu glanced at Huang Wannian, then said to Lin Yi: "It's not dead, it's a Gu insect."

The practitioner who was very close to her suddenly reacted, but when he saw her, for some reason, he felt that this girl was not an ordinary person and didn't even dare to say a word.

A figure soon appeared in the dense forest. This figure was not Yuan Taoist, but Wei Guanxing.

His hand fell on the practitioner, easily lifted the practitioner, then turned into afterimages, returned to the camp of the Tie Ce Army, and landed in front of Lin Yi.

The fluctuations of vitality rippling on Wei Guanxing once again reminded the Huang family that Tie Cejun not only has an existence like Yuan Dao Ren, but also has more than one practitioner in the realm of divine thoughts.

Such reminders made these Huang family members silent again. Even if they were concerned about Huang Wannian's life and death, they would not dare to say anything more.

"I don't care about his life and death."

Lin Yi saw the face of the constrained practitioner clearly, looked at the tattoo on his face that looked a bit ferocious and terrifying, and said directly: "You should know that as long as you fall into our hands, even if he dies directly in our army, it has nothing to do with me."

The practitioner smiled bitterly, but his whole body was stiff, and there was a hint of bitterness that touched the corners of his mouth.

A breeze came and hit his throat.

With a light pop, the practitioner's face was stiff and flesh loosened.

He coughed lightly and found that his head could turn and could speak, but his body was still out of control.

"Don't think you can die."

Wei Guanxing's voice sounded in his ears.

Wei Guanxing's hand still fell on his shoulders. Listening to such a voice, the practitioner truly smiled bitterly.

"Are you a disciple of Ailao Baigu Sect?"

At this moment, a woman's voice sounded.

The cultivator's body was shocked and he turned around in shock. He had no idea that there was someone in the Tie Ce army who could directly guess his master's degree.

His expression changed at this time and could not escape everyone's eyes. Lin Yi turned his head in surprise and looked at Luo Jilian who was making a sound.

"In Wuliang Mountain and Ailao Mountain, many tribes have used poison and Gu. Before, whether it was Dangxiang's caravan or Southern Dynasties' caravans, they would give these tribes some benefits as appropriate. Sometimes they would leave some goods, and sometimes they would help them sell some local products." Luo Jilian glanced at Lin Yi and the practitioner and said, "In the late years of the previous dynasty, the previous dynasty sent troops to suppress these tribes. The origin was that several silver mines and jade mines were found in Ailao Mountain. The previous dynasty wanted to establish prefectures and counties around those silver mines and jade mines, but the leaders of these tribes believed that these silver mines and jade mines have been in their territory since ancient times and refused to obey. In the eyes of the previous dynasty, this was naturally the rebellion of these tribes."

"Although the administration of the previous dynasty was chaotic, the army and practitioners were naturally much stronger than these tribes. In addition, some generals in charge of quelling the rebellion in the previous dynasty bribed two of the tribes, so although the army of the previous dynasty was not in line with the land and the casualties were very serious, the final result was to destroy seven tribes of the twelve rebelled at that time. Later, two tribes in Ailao Mountain that did not participate in the war led the peace talks."

Luo Jilian smiled and looked at the colorful practitioner on his face and said, "If I remember correctly, the general sent to quell the rebellion in the previous dynasty was Xiong Jingluo, and Xiao Jin was Xiong Jingluo's military advisor. The Bai Gu Sect, who could control the insects to attack a specific enemy, was one of the two Ailao tribes who later presided over the peace talks. Shortly after the dynasty quelled the rebellion in Yongzhou, Xiao Yan raised an army in Yongzhou. Xiong Jingluo had just left Ailao Mountain and encountered a mutiny and was killed by Xiao Jin and his subordinates. After that, Xiao Yan ascended the throne and changed it.

The Xin Dynasty took special care of these tribes in Wuliang Mountain and Ailao Mountain. It took measures completely different from those of the previous dynasty, giving many benefits, and even granted the tribe leaders. The tribe leaders felt that the former emperors who killed them were the emperors of the previous dynasty, and the current emperors were very kind to them, so they were very grateful. Although the Southern Dynasties did not set up counties in them later, they traded and mined minerals, and these tribe leaders were no different from the county magistrates of the Southern Dynasties."

Luo Jilian said some old things in detail, but Lin Yi heard the point. His brows were slightly raised, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. He looked at the practitioner and asked, "So you are from the Xiao family?"

The practitioner smiled bitterly.

"This kind of question doesn't make any sense, and I won't admit who it is."

He looked at Lin Yi with a wry smile and said seriously: "Even if you find some evidence, find out my identity, and find out that it is related to my Xiao family, even these Huang family members will never come forward to prove it. I want to attack a general from Class 11 here."

"You are right. The Southern Dynasty itself belongs to the Xiao family. Even if Huang Wannian dies at your hands, Huang Taipuqing knows it is related to your Xiao family, he may not dare to fart in Jiankang." Lin Yi nodded, but he said these words without any anger.

He even stopped calmly and thought for a moment, then looked at the practitioner again and asked, "Do you know why I want to intercept these people from the Huang family here?"

The practitioner was stunned and said truthfully: "I just know that they are from the Huang family, but I didn't hear you clearly."

"I looked for the Huang family to avenge. I have a cousin named Lin Yuxuan who married into the Huang family but was bullied to death. So tonight, if it weren't for your accident, the Weng family's official Weng family would have died tonight. You naturally know what the Huang Taipuqing of the Huang family is. Weng is also the daughter of the ninth class minister." Lin Yi looked at the man indifferently and said slowly: "I told you all this to make you understand that I am a vengeful person, and when I take revenge, I don't care about who the other party is or what the consequences are. I think you are not afraid of death or torture, but this place is not far from Ailuo. It should not be difficult for me to lead my army to destroy some of your tribes."

The practitioner suddenly had some wrinkles on his eyebrows. The colors on his face were mottled, but it looked pale at this time.

"I attack you not because I want your life, but because someone is interested in the practice of your practice."

He hesitated for a moment, and said with a trembling voice: "In my original plan, I want to let you fall into a coma, and then I will remove your poison and get the secret of the martial arts you have practiced from you."

Lin Yi was also silent for a moment.

He thought about it seriously and then said, "These are not important either. What is important is whether you want to live or not, do you want your tribe members to live well."

"No one will like death." The practitioner raised his head with difficulty, and said with an indescribable bitterness: "And my tribe members are innocent."

"You thought well at the beginning. Even if I grasp the evidence that you are a member of the Xiao family, I can't do anything. But you have to pay the price for what you have done." Lin Yi looked at him and said, "I want you to save Huang Wannian first, and then follow the army to serve me."

The practitioner was stunned for a moment.
Chapter completed!