"Is there something wrong with my eyes?" Yan Li said.
"You don't believe me?" Ji Zhiyuan said.
Yan Li frowned and said, "Why is there a volcano here?"
"This is the Taganla Mountains. Why are there no volcanoes?" Ji Zhiyuan said.
Yan Li had read the information given to him by Cui 'er. It was indeed recorded that the Taganla Mountains were a large group of volcanoes. It was also the settlement of the Desolate Man's tribe.
After walking for a while, the road ahead suddenly became higher.
Yan Li suddenly said, "We have been walking down just now."
"This must have been a lava flow deep in the earth's crust. Maybe because of the earthquake, the earth's crust moved and the lava flow deviated from its original position, leaving this cave," Ji Zhiyuan said.
Sure enough, after walking for a while, a large and long gap suddenly appeared on the right side of the cave wall. Thick black smoke and a pungent smell were coming out of the gap.
Yan Li walked to the gap and looked down. Sure enough, he saw a flowing river of lava, bubbling and gurgling.
The temperature here also suddenly rose along with the terrain. Yan Li was sweating all over. He stole a glance at Ji Zhiyuan and found that she was no different from when she came in.
He suddenly said, "You are the Emperor of the Xia Dynasty. You are so noble. You are not unfamiliar with this barbarian land."
Ji Zhiyuan said lightly, "If you have been here twice, it is hard to be unfamiliar."
"This is the third time you have been here," Yan Li said.
Ji Zhiyuan said, "And the last time."
Yan Li said, "Oh?"
Ji Zhiyuan changed the topic and said, "What do you think of the Desolate Man's courage?"
Yan Li's eyes flashed and said, "It seems that I have been dragged into this by you."
"Oh?" Ji Zhiyuan said.
Yan Li said, "I smell the scent of a conspiracy. The mission you personally carried out must not be trivial. I only hate myself for being so stupid. I actually sold my life for twenty Shadowless Starsilk. "
Ji Zhiyuan said, "If you are stupid, then wouldn't there be no smart people in this world?"
Yan Li rolled his eyes and said, "Don't try to bewitch me. I already know one thing."
Ji Zhiyuan laughed and said, "What is it?"
"You look honest and kind, but you're actually as cunning as a fox," Yan Li said.
Ji Zhiyuan said, "If you were in my position for too long, it would be hard for you not to be treacherous and cunning."
Yan Li said, "I know you will never tell me your real purpose."
Ji Zhiyuan said, "I still can't trust you completely."
Yan Li said, "But this matter must be done by me?"
"It has to be done by you," Ji Zhiyuan said.
Yan Li said, "Then I have to remind you of one more thing."
"Say it," Ji Zhiyuan said.
Yan Li suddenly turned around, "I still have a way out. It's not difficult to leave Yuanzhou." Suddenly, he couldn't move because the back of his shirt was grabbed.
Ji Zhiyuan grabbed the back of his shirt and said calmly, "If you don't change your mind, I will throw you down there."
Yan Li smiled and turned around, "Of course I have to change. Don't you know that I'm very fickle? Besides, how can I bear to leave you in such a horrible place? "
Ji Zhiyuan said sweetly, "Although I'm not afraid, having a man by my side makes me feel more at ease."
The two continued to walk forward.
Yan Li said, "I heard that under the butcher knife of the Desolate Man, you did not need to use any weapons and you saved a village of people. Is this true? "
Ji Zhiyuan knew that he was talking about the Wisdom Buddha Painting and said, "Of course it's true. It was from then on that she was called Little Bodhi."
Yan Li said, "I don't know what the Great Master Bodhi did. Every time people call him Little Bodhi, it's like they're praising him."
Ji Zhiyuan said, "If there's a person who did a good deed that was a hundred times greater than the Buddha Painting, don't you think he should be praised?"
Yan Li sighed. "What kind of good deed could be greater than saving the lives of a village?"
"Saving a race," Ji Zhiyuan said.
"What race?" Yan Li said.
"I don't know," Ji Zhiyuan said.
"You don't know?" Yan Li said.
Ji Zhiyuan said, "I've only seen vague records. It didn't happen in China. No one knows the specifics."
Yan Li said, "You believe there's a world outside of China?"
Ji Zhiyuan said, "Of course there is."
Yan Li smiled, "You speak as if you've been there."
Ji Zhiyuan glanced at him and said, "I've dreamed of it."
After another two hours, the two walked about two hundred miles in the cave. Suddenly, the view in front of them opened up. Bright sunlight shone on Yan Li's face. He raised his hand to block it and his nose smelled a faint smell of blood. He knew that the Desolate Warrior had come out from here.
Moreover, the two knew the whereabouts of the Desolate Warrior without looking. The exit of the cave was on a desolate cliff. In the desolate valley below, there was a village made up of stone houses.
The village looked desolate and primitive. A huge bonfire was burning in the middle of the village. More than ten Desolate Men were surrounding the Desolate Warrior and saying something.
"This shouldn't be the Blackstone tribe," Yan Li said.
"Looks like there's less than five hundred people," Ji Zhiyuan said, "The Blackstone tribe has a population of nearly ten thousand."
"They must be discussing revenge," Yan Li said.
"The Desolate Men are famous for seeking revenge for the smallest grievance," Ji Zhiyuan nodded.
Yan Li said, "But the Desolate Warrior is injured and needs to recuperate. The army needs to be reorganized. They can only attack tomorrow morning at the earliest."
"We still have time to mobilize reinforcements," Ji Zhiyuan said.
"No," Yan Li said.
Ji Zhiyuan turned his head and looked at him. He couldn't help but say, "Could it be that you …"
Yan Li's face was cold, "I'll bring people to destroy them tonight."
When Zhao Qiping woke up from his coma, a ray of sunlight shone through the tent and on his blank face. He had obviously forgotten what he had done. He thought hard and finally remembered.
His face immediately turned pale. His heart palpitated and he was scared. Cold sweat poured down like rain. He felt that it was a miracle that he could survive.
Then his face suddenly stiffened, as if he had sensed something. Like a spring breeze, his stiff face gradually melted and was filled with ecstasy, "I broke through!"
He broke through from the sixth to the fifth rank.
To Yan Li, this was perhaps an extremely easy matter. However, to Zhao Qiping, who didn't have any ultimate arts or techniques and could only rely on his own hard work to explore and cultivate, it was no different from a gift.
He suddenly became very confident. Now, even if there was a Desolate Man in front of him, he would not be afraid.
"Sir Cavalry Captain, the Commandant has ordered that if you wake up, you should immediately go to him," a guard heard Zhao Qiping's voice and walked in. He said respectfully.
"What did you call me?" Zhao Qiping was confused.
"Sir Cavalry Captain," the guard raised his voice.
Zhao Qiping had been a soldier for more than a year, but now he was suddenly promoted to a cavalry officer. This made him so happy that he almost went crazy.
He gradually calmed down. He knew that the head of a Desolate Man was not worth that much. This must have been Yan Li's doing. At this moment, his heart was filled with gratitude. He immediately stood up, "Where is the Commandant? Take me there."
There were seven people in the tent. Yan Li and his entourage, Colonel Wang Chuan and four other cavalry captains.
Zhao Qiping became somewhat nervous. Among these people, each was more powerful than the other. Not only was he the weakest, he was also the most inconspicuous. He even felt that he did not have the qualifications to be a cavalry captain.
In reality, a fifth rank martial artist was more than enough to be a cavalry captain. But the West Mountain Camp was a strange place. The strongest Hu Bugui was only a cavalry captain. In the regular army, he would at least be a Commandant and would have the qualifications to be on equal footing with Yan Li.
Unfortunately, the army was a place that looked at military achievements. Those who had achievements would be rewarded and those who had mistakes would be punished. No matter who you were or how high your cultivation was, there was no exception.
"You came at the right time. Sit down," Yan Li said casually.
Zhao Qiping sat down nervously. Realizing that no one was looking at him, he relaxed a lot. But the next moment, his whole body tensed up again. His heart almost jumped out of his throat because of what Yan Li said.
"Two hundred miles away, there is a small tribe of about five hundred people. We will go and kill them all tonight," Yan Li said.
"Five hundred people?" Wang Chuan secretly calculated. "There should be more than two hundred people who can fight. But a small tribe of five hundred people will definitely not have a second Desolate Man warrior."
Other than Zhao Qiping, the other cavalry captains were eager to try.
Zhang Donglin said with a smile, "Let's see boss's skills. Is he really as powerful as the rumors say?"
"How are we going to split the spoils?" Pei Qianlai's rat eyes shone brightly.
Yan Li waved his hand, "It belongs to whoever gets it."
"Let's do it!" Pei Qianlai immediately became excited.
If an army could be united, their efficiency would be astonishing. Six hours later, all the soldiers of the West Mountain Barracks stealthily arrived at the cliff at the entrance of the cave. With less than three hundred people, it was too easy to hide in this barren mountain.
The huge bonfire in the middle of the tribe lit up the whole village. Hundreds of adult Desolate Men surrounded the bonfire, jumping and shouting. There were also dozens of female Desolate Men sitting in front of the stone houses, waiting for the male Desolate Men to visit.
This was the tradition of the Desolate Man tribe. Every time before a battle, the chief would find the most beautiful girl in the tribe to reward the warriors.
The younger Desolate Men were also eight feet tall. Although their faces were slightly immature, they already had the contours of the future ferocious.
All the soldiers of the West Mountain Camp held their weapons tightly in their hands. They were only waiting for Yan Li's order to rush down and kill all of them. The hatred between the two tribes was already irreconcilable. Their blood seemed to be burning, and their faces gradually became ferocious.
"Do you think that the Desolate Men are made of paper?" Ji Zhiyuan did not want to hurt Yan Li.
Yan Li said lightly, "They are not made of paper, but they will always be afraid."
"You can make them afraid?" Ji Zhiyuan said.
Yan Li said, "If I kill their Tribal Chief in front of them, will they be afraid?" After he finished speaking, he stood up and dashed down the valley at full speed.
Wang Chuan immediately understood what he meant and said in a low voice, "Once their chief is dead, we will rush down!"
"Yes!" Zhang Donglin looked at Yan Li's back excitedly.
Yan Li rushed directly into the crowd of Desolate Men near the bonfire. Because he was too fast and it was night time, the Desolate Men who were on guard did not notice him.
By the time all the Desolate Men saw him, he was already standing on the roof of a stone house near the bonfire. The raging fire illuminated his entire body. His slightly thin figure and his face, which looked like it was carved by a top craftsman, were all clearly visible. It was impossible to ignore him even if one wanted to.
The party came to an abrupt end.
Wild howls and roars rang out in this small tribe. It was chaotic and complicated, like a frying pan.
At this moment, a Desolate Man rushed out from the stone house opposite Yan Li. Both his arms were broken. It was the chief that they had speculated.
Yan Li smiled slightly. Just as he was about to go forward and kill him, another Desolate Man suddenly rushed out from behind the chief. The moment the Desolate Man appeared, he brought with him an extremely strong sense of oppression.
Yan Li could tell at a glance that this was a Desolate Man warrior because he also had a bone necklace around his neck. It was longer than the chief's and extended to his stomach. Obviously, he had killed many powerful creatures and it could be said to be densely packed.
When he appeared, all the Desolate Men had a look of awe on their faces. The chaotic voices also gradually disappeared.
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