Mo Wuxie said goodbye to Qingfeng Pavilion and flew directly to the Martial Arts Empire.
He was extremely anxious. He didn't know whether Lingguo's army was pressing down on the border, whether the terrifying red cannon had been fired once, and how many people could be taken away at one time.
He wanted to settle many things, including family matters. Recognizing his ancestors and returning to his clan was something he must do as a son of man. Then he and Qu Yuan would return to Tianlong Pavilion to meet Lao Taishan, whom he had never met before.
Qu Yuan was still at the level of a Martial Emperor, but she was about to break through. And Xiao Yuting, to Mo Wuxie's surprise, actually had the level of a Martial God.
Mo Wuxie took Xiao Yuting and Qu Yuan with him and flew towards the martial arts empire.
The speed was so fast that it only took half a day to reach the border of the Martial Arts Empire.
His spiritual thoughts came out, showing a worried look, and said: "Lingguo is really strong, and it has already reached Peijiang. How many days has passed?"
The three of them traveled across the martial arts empire like streams of light and arrived at Peijiang.
The water of the Peijiang River rolls eastward, and the waves wash away the sand.
On the ground in Peijiang, there is the huge army of the Ling Kingdom. It is so dark that there are no edges visible, with a total of 500,000 troops.
And guarding Peijiang is the army of the Martial Arts Empire, and they can't see the end either.
Although it was already dusk at this time, the two armies faced each other without giving in.
Mo Wuxie stood in the sky, looking at the lineup in front of him, and couldn't help but feel complicated emotions. This war was something he was about to experience for real.
"The defense line of the Apocalypse Mountain Range has collapsed. Now we are retreating to the second line. If the second line is lost, the Lingqi Army will attack the imperial capital! At that time, everything will become a certainty!" Qu Yuan revealed a wise look and evaluated objectively.
Mo Wuxie nodded and said: "You are right, this Peijiang is the last natural barrier. With my father's ability, it is so difficult to deal with it. I think it will not be easy for the opponent!"
His spiritual thoughts came out, looked in one direction, and said: "Let's go!"
Mo Xie and Mo Yan were sitting in the handsome tent, but their brows were deeply furrowed.
The strength of the Lingguo army completely exceeded their expectations. Within a day of fighting with them, they lost the Tianqi Mountains, retreated to Peijiang, and cut off all the cross-bridges. Otherwise, Lingguo would have overwhelmed Peijiang.
Already.
Suddenly, they felt a gust of wind blowing. They all looked over and saw that Mo Wuxie and the other three had arrived.
When they saw it was Mo Wuxie, they all breathed a sigh of relief.
However, after they saw the people coming with Mo Wuxie, they all stood up instantly and were stunned.
"Mom!" Mo Yan was the first to shout. An indescribable emotion arose, and he rushed over and hugged Xiao Yuting.
Mo Yan's excitement was understandable. He never thought that his mother would wake up one day.
Xiao Yuting's eyes were filled with tears again. She looked at her eldest son and felt the sadness in her heart best. She touched Mo Yan's face and said, "Yan'er, you are really my Yan'er!"
Suddenly, Xiao Yuting thought of something and asked: "Where are your second brother, third brother and fourth brother? Where are they?"
Until now, Xiao Yuting still didn't know that her three sons had sacrificed their lives on the battlefield with Mo Xie for her.
"Mother!" Mo Yan's lips trembled and he hesitated to speak. He hugged Xiao Yuting and burst into tears.
A grown man hugs his mother and cries bitterly. No one thinks that a man is weak. This is human nature. After eighteen years, only those who have experienced this feeling can know it.
Mo Xie looked at his beloved wife stupidly. Suddenly, his old age vision disappeared, and he was filled with a special kind of excitement. He felt dozens of years younger.
Mo Wuxie coughed and said, "Brother, mother and father should have a lot to say, I think we should give them some space!"
Mo Yan woke up with a start and said with shame: "Fifth brother is more thoughtful. Mom, you and dad have a good talk. Fifth brother, let's go!"
They walked out of the handsome tent, and the lights in the handsome tent were bright, reflecting their silhouettes.
I saw two shadows standing for a long time, and finally hugged each other in silence for a long time.
As a son of a human being, Mo Wuxie was happy for his parents to be reunited. At the same time, a warm feeling filled his heart. What a wonderful future it was. The family lived together with He Lele...
Mo Yan glanced back, the excitement in his eyes could not be concealed, and there was no need to conceal it. He put his arms around Mo Wuxie's shoulders and said, "Fifth brother, fifth sister, let's go to my tent!"
Qu Yuan's face was slightly red, shy yet happy, and she followed the two brothers.
Back at Mo Yan's handsome tent, Mo Wuxie did not show any politeness. He got to the point and asked about the battle situation, and Mo Yan explained it eloquently.
It turned out that after Mo Wuxie entered the Warcraft Forest, the Warcraft stopped attacking humans and Mo Yan had already left Baishi City. At the same time, the army of the Ling Kingdom launched an attack on the Apocalypse Mountains.
When Mo Yan rushed to the Apocalypse Mountains, the Apocalypse Mountains had not been lost. However, the battle situation was very unfavorable for the Martial Arts Empire, but it could still hold on.
Later, Lingguo suddenly dispatched a strange force. Speaking of this strange force, Mo Yan was still frightened for a while.
These strange soldiers are the real army of death. They are fully armed, and the heavy and thick armor even covers everyone's teeth. However, the horses under their crotches are not war horses, but terrifying demon wolves.
Each demon wolf is about three meters long, is fast, and is extremely cruel. Often, the soldiers of the martial arts empire are not assassinated by the knights above, but are torn into pieces by the demon wolves first and become rations.
This demonic wolf army numbered 100,000. As soon as it appeared, the defense line of the Apocalypse Mountains collapsed immediately.
Even a battle-hardened god of war like Mo Xie was shocked and had no choice but to abandon the Apocalypse Mountains and retreat to Peijiang.
They had been facing off at Peijiang for a day and a night.
However, the river was turbulent and the Ling** team did not know the nature of water, so their progress was temporarily blocked.
In the battle at the Apocalypse Mountains, the Zhenbei Legion of the Martial Arts Empire suffered heavy casualties. With the addition of 500,000 new recruits, there are now only less than 700,000 troops.
Although they had a slight numerical advantage, the Demonic Wolf Legion had become an eternal nightmare, leaving the Zhenbei Legion helpless.
After Mo Yan finished speaking, he sighed and said: "If we cannot win a victory, the morale of our soldiers will be low again, which will eventually lead to military morale instability and self-defeat without a fight!"
Mo Wuxie thought for a moment and asked, "With how powerful dad is, why don't you establish your authority?"
Mo Yan smiled bitterly and said: "Dad has been promoted now. Even though he is a strong man like Wu Dong Qiankun, he is still insignificant in the war of millions of people. Moreover, among the enemies, there are also masters of Wu Dong Qiankun. Dad has no choice.
, now, we can only hope that the natural barrier of Peijiang can stop them!"
Mo Wuxie asked in confusion: "How many Wu Dou Qiankun are there on the other side? What will happen if we kill them?"
Mo Yan shook his head and said: "How can a strong person in Wudong Qiankun be killed so easily? Even if such a strong person is killed, it will not have a great impact on the entire battle situation, because this is not a war for ten thousand people, but for millions of people.
The war. Even if a master of Wudong Qiankun dies, there is no guarantee that Lingguo will not send more Wudong Qiankun. At that time, it will evolve into a war between the strong, and the war will only become more intense!"