The night is deep, the waning moon has disappeared into the sky, and the Yellow River water is still venting its unrestrained enthusiasm and vitality.

The starlight shone silver waves on the river surface, as if endless debris were floating in it. The river surface, which is more than one kilometer wide, is already the narrowest place nearby, but for ordinary people, this is still a natural barrier.

Of course, for a clever cultivator, you can cross it by raising your foot. However, Yang Jian did not cross the Yellow River in a high-profile manner, but turned into a fish on the shore and swam over.

The Seventy-Two Transformations are extremely magical. When changing the body, there is absolutely no fluctuation of energy. Unexpectedly, they are discovered by their opponents. After getting ashore, Yang Jian turned into a gray wolf and ran to Wen Zhong's camp.

At this time, there were still jungles on both sides of the Yellow River, and wild wolves were just common creatures. Even if they were discovered by the raid sent by Wen Zhong, it didn't matter.

Under the faint starlight, a gray shadow ran on the ground, and the thick meat pads on the wolf's claws ensured that Yang Jian was silent when he landed on the ground.

Thirty miles are a journey that cannot be underestimated for a wolf, and will inevitably consume a lot of physical strength, but for Yang Jian, it is as simple and calm as a walk after a meal.

Wen Zhong Lao was in the army and there was absolutely no flaw in the arrangement of the entire military camp!

The barriers are severe!

The soldiers patrolling the night were patrolling with torches, ensuring that no team of soldiers could get close to them. Just like the natural danger of the Yellow River, the soldiers arranged by Wen Zhong could only deal with ordinary people. If the opponent was a monk like Yang Jian, then it would become a loophole.

Yang Jian changed again to be a weasel and ran around in the camp. Even if he saw this creature, no one was willing to smell its stinky farts, which minimized the risk of exposure.

As for why you don't become an ant, it's because in your camp of hundreds of thousands of people, even the strongest ants will take several days and nights to travel, and the daylily will be cold by then.

Yang Jian patiently shuttled through the camp, and he did not dare to be careless at all. He already knew the horror of his opponent. If he missed his path, he would definitely be a tragic fate to meet him.

The camp used by generals must be different from ordinary soldiers. Then the faint starlight and Yang Jian distinguished it one by one, and then carefully approached the reconnaissance.

One by one, Yang Jian checked the tents of dozens of generals along the way, and even Deng Chanyu's boudoir was visited by Yang Jian one by one.

Finally, he saw a large silver tent with lights still shining, and five people were lined up and tied to the pillars.

Yang Jian's heart beat, aren't the five uncles who disappeared today?

He carefully crawled in, revealing his small head. His head shook left and right, and he saw the scene in the tent. His heart was beating wildly. The five people tied to the pillars were Yu Liusun and others, and the entire tent was unattended. Yang Jian couldn't even believe that he had such good luck.

Suddenly, a noise came to mind outside the camp. Yang Jian was shocked. Then he heard the sound very far from here. He should have just entered the camp.

Yang Jian's heart moved, and his resentment expression appeared in his mind after Nezha was rejected. The person coming must be Nezha. With his competitive personality, it is no surprise that he would come to the camp to rob. If he was lucky enough to successfully rescue any of the five uncles, then his status in Zhou camp will definitely surpass Yang Jian.

This kind of thought seemed to be a long time, but in fact it was just a blink of an eye. Yang Jian did not rush to save people. He was confirming whether there was someone in the room. But after a long time there was no movement here, Yang Jian was already convinced that there must be no one in the account. Otherwise, when he heard Nezha's trouble, the people here would jump to rescue quickly.

Yang Jiani quickly got into the camp, and her figure returned to human form in a flash. The five people did not move at all, and they were in a coma. He hurried forward and wanted to unveil the golden talisman that suppressed the five people's Niwan Palace.

The golden talisman looks as thin as a cicada's wing, but it is heavier than Mount Tai for the five people, and even the Himalayas are heavier. A three-finger-wide talisman not only seals their true power, but also seals the power of their body, which is surprising.

Just as Yang Jian was about to take action, a voice sounded from behind him, making him stunned.

"If I were you, I would never move those talismans!" The voice was very familiar, but Yang Jian immediately stopped and his whole body was stiff.

Yang Jian slowly turned around, with a hint of confusion on his handsome face, and asked, "I checked it carefully just now and I'm sure there is absolutely no one here. Who are you?"

Qin Wuyang did not change into Kong Xuan's appearance at this moment, but used his own body. He looked up and down at Yang Jian and said lightly: "You shouldn't have come, and you shouldn't have died here meaninglessly, it's a pity!"

Yang Jian just came to investigate the news, and did not even bring his own three-pointed two-edged sword. Yang Jian looked at Qin Wuyang with bare hands and silently estimated his chances of victory. But no matter whether he wins or loses, once the other party makes any sound, it will alarm the entire camp. Yang Jian's trip will be considered a complete failure.

Yang Jian slowly raised his fists, put on a defensive posture, and asked: "Can you let me go? After all, we have no grievances or grudges!"

Suddenly, a thin-waisted dog suddenly rushed out of the shadow, opened its mouth wide, with sharp teeth, and bit Qin Wuyang's neck in the air. The moment Yang Jian entered the camp, he had already released the warning of Xiaotian Dog outside the camp, and finally came in handy. The biting dog does not bark, Xiaotian Dog is well accused of three of them, and from beginning to end, the dog made no sound.

One hand grabbed the sky like a flying fairy from the sky. The Xiaotian Dog, which had given Yang Jian infinite hope, was caught and picked up her neck as if she was deliberately trying to land in Qin Wuyang's hands.

The reason why the Xiaotian Dog is difficult is that countless people have suffered from its secret losses, and even the omnipotent Sun Dasheng was driven around by it is only one reason. The Xiaotian Dog can freely transform between virtual and real. When it turns into a phantom, no one can notice it, but it cannot harm it with any physical laws. When it turns into a physical body, sharp teeth and claws can cause heavy damage to the enemy.

This was the first time that Xiaotian Dog was caught in the hand. Yang Jian was stunned. Xiaotian Dog's ability seemed to have disappeared. He could only whimper in vain and struggled weakly with four dog legs.

Without saying a word, Yang Jian lowered his head and attacked hard, raised his palms like a knife, and suddenly slashed at Qin Wuyang's arm joint. Qin Wuyang turned his wrist and sent the thundering dog under his palm.

Yang Jian was startled and quickly retreated. Qin Wuyang smiled and said, "What a fat dog, it's just right to make a pot of meat porridge. The soldiers in the army have not eaten enough for a long time! That locust plague is a good thing you did! Now you are suffering from the consequences, do you have any regrets?"

Yang Jian sneered and said, "You don't have to swear. If you want to do evil, why make any excuses!"

Qin Wuyang snorted and said, "You are stubborn..."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Jian attacked again. Qin Wuyang was not teasing him. He tightened his hand and easily pinched Xiaotian Dog to death. Yang Jian and Xiaotian Dog had a deep relationship and instantly felt aroused. At this moment, he rushed up desperately and smashed his fists up and down. Even if he died, he would bit off a piece of flesh from his opponent.

Qin Wuyang showed no mercy at all when he fisted. He blew up Yang Jian with one punch, and blood mist flew. Just as Yang Jian was about to rebirth, a blood shadow pounced on him from the pull-up face.

It was like a long whale sucking water. Yang Jian's blood mist was swallowed by the blood shadow. The pure and extremely divine master was absorbed by Qin Wuyang's incarnation, and instantly supported him.

The entire silver-white tent was extremely clean, and there was no trace left, except for a dog. Qin Wuyang threw the snarling dog out. Tomorrow, the hungry Sergeant Cheng Tang would definitely eliminate all the traces. As for the dog skin, it might be made into a quiver or something, so no matter what Qin Wuyang is doing!

The riots outside the camp lasted not long, and Nezha and others were repelled, and the night returned to peace. However, the real person of Yu Ding in Zhou camp became restless after Yang Jian's death, but the fortune telling was a mess and could not calculate anything.

This chaotic night passed quickly!

The rising sun shines on the earth again!

A Taoist came in front of Zhouying Gate who was in panic!
Chapter completed!