There is an altar in the forest, ten meters away. The bricks and stones are old, full of traces of time, as if they have existed for billions of years. They are covered with moss, and grass grows in the larger gaps, and some even have a few wild flowers.
There was a light green mist on the altar, which Xia Xiao had never seen before, so he went forward to take a look.
I saw a small life inside, with its body wrapped in two green leaves as big as palms, leaving only a furry little head exposed, like a little man.
Xia Xiao stretched out his finger and touched it.
"Hmm~"
The little guy seemed to be still asleep, wrapped up tightly in his body, and continued to sleep.
This was the first time Xia Xiao discovered such a creature in the forest. He looked around curiously and became more and more curious about the forest.
Xia Xiao began to walk aimlessly in the forest. After a long time, he heard a familiar voice.
"The Zou Shou Church is almost here, and the war is about to end!"
Xia Wan ran into the room and excitedly told her mother the news.
"You stay at home, I'll go get your father and eldest brother."
As soon as his mother finished speaking, Xia Xiao endured the pain and miraculously sat up.
The doctor said that his injuries were too severe, and even a cultivator would have to lie in bed for a month or two, but Xia Xiao never followed common sense.
Xia Xiao remembered that he was injured, but apart from the pain in his back, he didn't feel anything. However, judging from what he said before, he slept for two days.
"Xiao'er!"
Mother and Xia Wan came over. Xia Xiao straightened his back and began to get dressed.
"Let's go together."
They knew Xia Xiao's personality. He was not stubborn and could not be persuaded to do what he wanted to do, so they helped him walk out.
The streets of Longgang City are empty, waiting for the arrival of the Zou Shou Church! It's time to end this battlefield!
Xia Xiao leaned against the city wall, sweating profusely, and his heart trembled as he looked at the heroic battlefield.
Even though he didn't like killing people, Xia Xiao still killed hundreds of people in one year. But those were bastards with bad intentions, and their death was not a pity. But the dead soldiers of the Great Xia in front of him were all real men who defended their country.
There has been no good weather in Longgang City these days, and it is cloudy now. Countless vultures are hovering overhead, waiting for a good meal. The ground is covered with blood, and corpses are piled up like a mountain. The flags that have not fallen down are the stubbornness left by their desperate efforts.
The armies of the Great Xia Dynasty and the Southern Shang Empire have not stopped fighting. They stared at each other's unfamiliar faces with only one thought in their minds - kill!
At this point in the war, there is no longer any reason for fighting. The only way to win is to kill the enemy.
Xia Xiao searched among the crowd, and finally, his scanning gaze stopped.
"It's father and eldest brother!"
Looking in the direction of the finger, the stone in the hearts of mother and second sister finally fell, but their noses were also a little sore.
Over there, there were piles of corpses, some bloody? Fishy. Sitting on them were two people, one old and one young. They were full of hostility, their backs facing Longgang City, their bloodstained upper bodies leaning against each other, leaning against each other. The two contracted beasts beside them were already exhausted, lying on the ground for a long time, unable to move.
If they hadn't been holding crossbows and able to pull the trigger to shoot arrows, they would have been regarded as dead.
I guess this is what war is. Those who are still alive now are all practitioners, and ordinary people have already died.
Xia Xiao was looking for Su Huan, and his heart was gradually getting anxious, but the gloomy sky suddenly brightened, and the bright light once again favored the land.
"We have arrived at the church!"
Someone shouted, and the people of the whole city cheered. The movement on the battlefield finally slowed down and stopped.
A hole appeared in the dark clouds on the horizon, which gradually spread out and the sunlight filled half the sky.
Everyone stared, and a light gradually flashed in their eyes. It was a sign of coming, warning people not to continue fighting.
Among the five major neutral forces in the world, the Zou Shou Church has the smallest number of members, currently only a hundred people, but it is the most respected.
Many people cannot escape from the secular world, but they admire these strong men who travel the world and bring peace to wherever they go.
The iron-faced general of the Southern Business Empire was a tall and sturdy man. At this moment, the blood-red eyes under the mask glanced at the highest general of the Great Xia Dynasty, and some evil thoughts arose in his heart. At this great opportunity, if he could kill the latter, he would definitely make a lot of money!
The moment the Iron-faced General raised the iron sword in his hand, Xia Xiao and many civilians warned him. If the general died, the Great Xia Dynasty would fall into a greater crisis. But at such a long distance, he couldn't hear anything!
The soldiers of the Great Xia army around the general were shocked. Su Huan, who had crawled out from the pile of dead bodies, had her beautiful eyes slightly fixed. But the iron sword was only one centimeter away from the general, and even pierced the latter's armor, causing some sparks. But in an instant, the iron sword fell, and a thousand-foot talisman formation appeared in the sky.
The majestic fluctuation of vital energy made everyone stunned, and it was aimed at the iron-faced general of the Southern Shang Empire.
"ah--"
The body of the Iron-faced General was locked tightly, floating in the air, and he screamed miserably. This was like pouring a bucket of ice water over the heads of the hot-headed soldiers, calming them down and reminding them not to act rashly. Facing the Zoushou Church, they should not have been lucky.
A hundred years ago, the Zoushou Church invaded the Goulongbang clan of the Seven Kingdoms, but the barbarians ignored the rumors and continued to fight, injuring members of the Zoushou Church. The Pope defeated the 300,000-man army in anger, which became a good story and established his prestige. The Zoushou Church, which only had a hundred people, was equivalent to the combat power of a country. You can imagine how terrifying it was!
roar--
When the battlefield was silent, a loud dragon roar resounded through the heavens and earth, shattering the dark clouds in the sky. Then, a convoy finally appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
The convoy was not very long and there were no people in sight, but the aura it exuded made people dare not look directly at it.
Dragons pulled the carriage, hawks circled. The carriage was simple, just ordinary wooden boards with some cloth strips tied on them, like some kind of blessing. And the person sitting inside was someone who was equal to the Great Xia Emperor!
“Here I come.”
Xia Xiao murmured in a low voice, and walked down the city wall with the help of his mother and second sister. It was the first time he saw the legendary Zou Shou Church. From the talisman array above their heads, he could tell that they were very powerful, so powerful that he could not perceive it!
There were nineteen vehicles in the convoy, all pulled by wild beasts of different kinds, but the first thing that caught the eye was the majestic dragon.
The dragon beast was nine meters long, not huge, but its dragon whiskers fluttered, its dragon scales shone, and its two pairs of dragon claws were like deadly scimitars, indestructible. Its eyes glowed with spiritual light, and the breath from its nose caused ripples in the air.
Xia Xiao couldn't help but turn pale when he saw it. Not to mention himself, even his father and elder brother probably couldn't defeat it.
The Iron-faced General looked at the leading car, his body frozen in place, unable to move.
"Nan Shang retreat!"
A vicissitudes of life voice came from the leading carriage, resounding through the heavens and earth. Then the talisman array dissipated, and the Iron-faced General fell heavily to the ground. He was in a panic, but he just knelt on one knee and said to the carriage with fear:
"Thank you, Your Holiness, for not killing me!"
This is majesty.
Standing up, the Iron-faced General covered his chest and shouted:
"withdraw!"
Only after the Nan Shang army retreated did this world finally become truly peaceful.
Then, the Daxia army and all the residents of Longgang City knelt down one by one. The fact that the Zou Shou Church had made the Southern Merchants retreat with just one sentence was worth the gold they had to pay with both hands.
The general was particularly respectful towards the carriage behind the dragon.
"Lin Tian from the Great Xia Dynasty pays homage to His Holiness the Pope!"
Lin Tian's voice was hoarse, and then he said:
"Thank you, Your Holiness, for bringing peace to the dynasty and stability to the people!"
"Thank you, Your Holiness!"
"Thank you, Your Holiness!"
The common people, soldiers, and military commanders all bowed their heads at this time. But the response from the car was very flat, and a little... casual.
"Let's clean up the battlefield together. There's no need to do this on purpose. We're not here to cause trouble."
After that, the doors of the 19 carriages opened at the same time, and people of different heights, weights, and characteristics walked out. But what Xia Xiao cared about most was the old man with a white beard who walked out from behind Youlong. He kicked his old legs and stood on the carriage. But wasn't this old man with white hair and a youthful face his master?
Suddenly, Xia Xiao felt incredible. How could he be the president of the Zou Shou Church? But everything seemed to make sense. He discovered the seal that the strong men in the imperial capital had not discovered, and he also lifted it. The Pu Dao that he left behind was a spiritual weapon, but why did he help him?
At this moment, it seemed as if they were the only two people left in the world. Although they were a hundred meters apart, they felt very close.
The old man raised his eyebrows at Xia Xiao, pulled his eyelids with his hands, and stuck out his tongue. His serious face in the last second had turned into a funny grimace. It was as if he was saying, "You never expected it, little guy, I'm back. I'll be here every day as promised for half a year!"
Um?
Xia Xiao's eyes were full of disbelief. How could he show such an expression in public? But after blinking and shaking his head, the Pope remained serious, standing on the top of the carriage and giving orders to his followers.
"Second sister, did you see him sticking out his tongue?"
"ah?"
Xia Wan shook her head truthfully.
"Xiao'er, do you think he looks like your master?"
When his mother asked, Xia Xiao nodded.
"I'm afraid it's not that simple."
Xia Xiao's eyesight and memory have always been excellent. Although his master has not appeared in his sight for half a year, the gourd hanging around his waist is very familiar. It must be him! The brown rope that tied the gourd was woven by himself!