The villain, she raised the darling of heaven

Chapter 225

The entire wilderness was filled with black soldiers, rushing in like a tide.

Accompanied by hoarse shouts, stones roared down from the sky like a torrential rain, and arrows flew in the air.

The faces of the soldiers on both sides were bloodstained, with determination in their eyes, and they kept waving bloody weapons in their hands. A large number of soldiers fell to death in the pool of blood flowing horizontally.

Someone behind him raised a knife again, the sound of fighting and the clanging of swords and swords resounded all over the world, and there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood everywhere, which made people feel horrified.

Bai Jiu guarded the injured Liu Cheng behind him, one person fought against four people, and some people kept getting closer.

Liu Cheng was young, and it was his first time on the battlefield. He had never seen such a bloody scene, and he felt cold and shivering for a while.

Seeing more and more people, Bai Jiu was holding a dagger, exuding a killing intent and chill all over his body.

In an instant, the long sword swept across, and countless sword auras struck forward, drawing icy trails in the air. Wherever it went, there was a piece of ice and snow flying. After the sword aura passed, the surrounding five meters were frozen.

Liu Cheng was half kneeling on the ground, his face was wet, he didn't know whether it was tears or blood, and his eyes were full of corpses.

He never knew that the battle between the Mad Clan and the Huang Clan was so cruel.

Bai Jiu pulled him up and looked up at Wild Shepherd in the distance, who was fighting a man.

"Sister Bai..."

Liu Cheng's voice trembled a little.

Bai Jiu raised her hand to wipe the blood off his face without saying anything to blame.

"For the first time, fear is inevitable."

There was another wave of soul power behind him, Bai Jiu jumped up, turned his wrist, and made several sword shadows with his dagger, and the figure quickly appeared behind the man, sealing his throat with a sword.

Liu Cheng didn't know how long he had been taken on the battlefield by Bai Jiu.

He could only hear the sound of the drums of both sides withdrawing from the war.

A vague smell of blood floated from a distance, and after retreating, he couldn't help but turn his head. On a clearing, he saw dozens of corpses lying in disorder in front of him.

Every corpse had its head broken, its limbs broken, its brains splattered, and its blood flowed horizontally.

Drops of blood seeped into the soil, turning black and red, and the smell of blood in the air became even stronger.

Bai Jiu didn't know how to comfort him, but just supported him with one hand.

Soldiers entered the city one after another, all of them bruised, surrounded by countless people on the side of the road, crying and shouting names that could not be heard clearly.

Liu Cheng tried his best to find his mother, but found nothing.

Too many people.

Kuang Mu's expression didn't change much, but the breath around him became heavier.

Bai Jiu felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

They lost again.

These soldiers came in round after round, they had experienced only one defeat and were sluggish.

What about wild animal husbandry?Careful layout is still on the field, and every field is defeated, which is not good for a soul cultivator or an heir.

Bai Jiu knew that she couldn't manage so much, and now she could barely protect Liu Cheng.

……

Kuang Mu sat at the table with his head slightly lowered.

Kuangquan came in from the outside, and unconsciously lowered his voice, for fear of disturbing him.

"You're right, I'm not a good leader."

Kuang Quan was nailed to the spot by Kuang Mu's words, he didn't know what to say for a while, and said dryly: "Brother, you have tried your best."

Kuang Mu sighed, got up and went out, Kuang Quan frowned, and followed closely.

Just when he went out, he met Kuang Su who came from outside.

Kuang Mu only felt guilty.

He failed his father's expectations.

Kuang Su glanced at their brothers, walked around them and entered the back room, "Follow in."

Kuang Quan quickly followed in, and Kuang Mu followed after a moment's pause.

"Father, I am ashamed of the Mad Race."

Kuang Mu entered the door half-kneeling on the ground, Kuang Quan hesitated for a while and also half-kneeled aside.

Kuang Su turned his back to them, his gaze always falling on the vertically hung map.

"Father, I want to help my brother."

Kuang Su turned his head and glanced at him, and said lightly: "What can you do to help your brother?"

"The tribal war is not just for one person. I am also a member of the mad clan. All the men of the mad clan have been on the battlefield. There is no reason for me not to go."

Kuang Mu originally thought that he would not agree, after all, his younger brother is really out of tune.

"Next time I will go up in person and let you two see how the battle is going to be fought."

The wild and solemn tone was inexplicably chilling.

Kuangquan stood up in a blink of an eye and ran to him to flatter him: "Of course, father is the number one war god of the Kuangzu."

Kuang Su ignored his slick tongue and called Kuang Mu over to discuss countermeasures.

Bai Jiu sat at the door after treating Liu Cheng's injuries.

It's very close to the east door.

The people who came to visit were guarding outside, and it was very noisy.

Bai Jiu stared at the crowd in a daze, suddenly feeling tired and unwilling.

There was a bereaved woman crying and cursing Kuang Mu and the whole Kuang family.

Wild Shepherd is not working hard for himself, and these soldiers are not working hard for others.

"There are people like this every day."

Bai Jiu tilted her head and leaned against the wall.

"In their hearts, our crazy family is killing them. But they don't know that even the city they live in was built by the crazy family's ancestors."

"If we don't fight, the Huang people will swallow up our territory without any scruples."

"They are used to being comfortable and afraid of death."

There was a trace of powerlessness and disgust on Kuangquan's face.

"They are afraid of death. I am not afraid, and my brother is not afraid. Only the crazy people are the real crazy people. They are not worthy."

Bai Jiu was at a loss for words for a moment, feeling a little dazed in her heart. She had always believed that there was a clear distinction between right and wrong, good and evil, but now she couldn't believe it.

She couldn't blame Aiko's mother, nor could she blame the crazy family.

At the moment when those soldiers captured Liu Cheng and forced him into the army, she thought it was Aunt Liu who suffered.

But after joining the army, she found that it was everyone who suffered.

But everything is unavoidable, and no solution can be found.

In this bizarre world, there is no absolute right or wrong, nor absolute good or evil.

Suddenly, Bai Jiu seemed to have realized something, and the soul power rushed towards her like a tide, and every skin was absorbing the soul power.

Surprise flashed in Kuang Quan's eyes, and he quietly stood aside until she completely broke through.

Watching the palm of my hand start to melt slowly, like heavy snow suddenly meeting the warm sun, slowly melting, the whole body becomes nothingness.

At a certain moment, in one place, the red color suddenly became thick and dripping, forming a pitch-black vortex, attracting endless soul power.

Everything around seems to be still, everything is quiet.

A faint silver halo shrouded the figure sitting cross-legged, and suddenly there was a sound of glass shattering, a pair of eyes opened, and the skin around his body was as fresh as newborn, clean and flawless inside and out.

Kuangquan was a little envious, he just said a few words and made her a breakthrough?

Feeling the soul power of Wendaojing, Bai Jiu got up and bent slightly towards him, "Thank you."

If he hadn't told her something, I'm afraid she wouldn't be able to comprehend it so quickly.

Kuangquan waved his hands, and muttered as he left: "No, it's your own fault."

Although the voice was small, Bai Jiu could still hear it clearly.

Turning his head to look at the east side door, there was no one there at some point, and he must have been blasted away.

The conflict between the Kuang Clan and the Huang Clan cannot be reconciled unless one side is completely swallowed by the other, and the conflict between the Crazy Clan and the tribe cannot be reconciled unless the war stops.