In the end, the Mongolian soldiers took away more than ten civilians.
Xie Xun glanced at them. They were all ordinary people who wore simple clothes and did not have much money. He was puzzled. These ordinary people had no money to earn, so why did he kidnap them?
Xie Xun remained calm. After all the soldiers had left, he quietly followed.
At an intersection, the Mongolian soldiers met up with a large group of people who were holding hundreds of civilians and headed towards a desert.
Xie Xun saw that the sky was already dark, and the cold moonlight shone on the ground. As he thought about the purpose of the soldiers escorting the civilians overnight, he looked at another dark corner not far away.
In that corner, there were a few Jianghu people who seemed to be following the team like him. There were at least four or five people following them.
Because Xie Xun's martial arts were higher than theirs, they did not notice Xie Xun approaching them.
Under the moonlight, Xie Xun could vaguely see five people dressed strangely. Judging from their appearance, they should be the Ming Clan's five loose disciples.
Xie Xun's heart skipped a beat. He didn't expect to meet the Ming Cult's experts so quickly. The five loose cultivators all had strange personalities and acted abnormally, but they were all experts with unique skills. If it was Xie Xun in the original drama, he might not be able to win against the five of them.
However, with Xie Xun's current skills, it was still easy for him to defeat them.
However, as the famous experts of the Ming Cult, why would they follow such a group of ordinary Mongolian soldiers? If they wanted to save the people, they could have done it easily.
Xie Xun thought to himself,'It seems like they're the same as me. They've noticed the strange behavior of these Mongolian soldiers and want to find out the secret behind them!”
As he was thinking, he had already reached the depths of the desert.
A burly man in general armor stopped the group and walked to an empty desert. He untied the scimitar at his waist and raised his hands in front of his forehead. He knelt on the ground and looked ahead with a solemn expression. He sang and shouted a series of words that Xie Xun could not understand.
It seemed like they were performing some strange ritual!
When the general finished his prayer, a loud noise suddenly came from the ground, and a large amount of sand sank into the ground.
Xie Xun was shocked. Why would there be an earthquake? This place was a desert, and it was easy for quicksand to appear. If this continued, the ground would collapse and everyone would be buried underground.
No matter how powerful Xie Xun's martial arts were, he was helpless against a natural disaster.
Xie Xun quickly moved to a higher ground and steadied himself.
Looking up, Wu Sanren and the others were caught off guard. Their feet were buried in the sand and could not be pulled out.
As for the commoners who were tied up and escorted, they fell to the ground unsteadily. They were so scared that they cried and cried. The timid ones even peed their pants.
Only the Mongolian soldiers seemed to be used to it. They stabilized their bodies and stared ahead with fanatical eyes, as if they were waiting for something to appear.
Like a miracle, the empty desert in front of them suddenly split open, forming a valley out of thin air.
The tall Mongolian general kowtowed three times to the valley. Then, he slowly stood up and said to his soldiers,""Give these peasants to the great Demon Lord.”
The soldiers nodded. Ignoring the pleas of the commoners, they dragged hundreds of tied up commoners to the entrance of the valley and pressed them to the ground.
The soldiers stood in a row.
"Draw your saber!"
The general gave the order.
Shua!
Shua!
The soldiers drew their gleaming scimitars.
Seeing that these commoners were about to be slaughtered, the five scattered people rushed out from the sand and used their qinggong to rush in front of the soldiers.
"Who are you?" The general frowned and shouted.
"I'm your grandfather!" Zhou Dian chuckled.”
After saying that, Zhou Dian, who was the most anxious, rushed into the group of soldiers. He punched and kicked, and instantly knocked down two soldiers.
"You Tartars, how dare you kill the people? I, Monk Peng, will definitely kill all of you.”Monk Peng followed closely behind.
"He deserves to be killed!"
The cold-faced man coldly spat out two words. He joined the battle formation with the cloth bag monk, Say No, and the iron crown Taoist, Zhang Zhong.
Xie Xun wanted to attack, but the five unaffiliated cultivators had already moved out. With their martial arts, it should not be too much of a problem for them to deal with this group of Mongolian soldiers.
That was the truth. There were not many Mongolian soldiers, less than 20 in total. They were all ordinary soldiers without martial arts. They were quickly defeated by the five unaffiliated people.
Just as Xie Xun thought that he did not need to make a move, a dozen white lights suddenly flew out from the valley and entered the bodies of every Mongolian soldier.
"Roar ~"
All of a sudden, all the Mongolian soldiers let out a howl that sounded like a wolf's howl. Their bodies were forcibly raised by ten feet, and their eyes were bloodshot as they stared at the five unaffiliated cultivators. They emitted a bloodthirsty light, and saliva even flowed out of the corners of their mouths. They looked like wild beasts.
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