Heavenly Dao Formula

"Do you know where everyone is being held?" Fann asked Zhuoflan.

The girl nodded, "There is a flat open space on the left side of the pier where I was hiding. There is a place for worshiping the Silver Star Tree Boat. It is less than one mile away from the pier area. I escaped from there."

"They want to send the captives ashore as soon as they arrive at the destination." Fang Xiandao mused, "If the elves are all concentrated in the open space, then the enemy will definitely guard around the sacrificial field. We don't go through the entrance, cut in from the outside, and Can catch them off guard."

"Master, Qianzhi didn't see you using divination just now."

"Fool, do you need divination? Think about it with your brain and you can understand." Fang Xiandao stared.

"Then let's go separately." Luo said softly, "There is one on each side of the audio device. If you encounter difficult troubles, don't try to solve them alone, just call."

"Then do you know where the spirit tree is?" Shan Hui asked.

"Of course." Fann said without hesitation, "Plants grow in circles, and the spirit tree is no exception. The core of all tree boats must be in the center of it."

...

Around Choushi (one o'clock in the morning), the rescue team crawled over huge roots and sneaked into the sacrificial area.

As Zhuo Fulan said, this is a rare flat area on the silver star. The ancient branches spreading from the center of the tree boat seem to avoid it; The fabric-like surface can even feel a slight subsidence when stepping on it.

The sacrificial hall was brightly lit, and many bonfires stacked in iron basins were burning brightly. Of course, the imperial people did not do this to hold a ceremony, but if there was not enough heating, half of the elves who were bundled up and slept on the spot would freeze to death on the way home.

In order to monitor these captives, the imperials also erected simple sentry towers around the site. With the firelight all over the ground, they could clearly see every corner of the sacrificial site.

There were also two or three patrol teams, but unlike the island patrol teams encountered before, these people only circled around here, apparently to guard against possible escapees.

"Do you want to rush in?" Qianzhi stared at an enemy camp not far away and eagerly said, "Qianzhi can take the lead!"

"Don't worry about it." Fang Xiandao grabbed her by the back of the collar and dragged her back to his side. "We have to deal with the nearest sentry tower first. Who wants to go?"

"You can give it a try." Kong Xuanzi, who had been following quietly before, suddenly said.

"Are you sure?" Fang Xiandao glanced at him unexpectedly - in the original idea, he was more optimistic about Shan Hui who could turn into an animal and approach the enemy.

"Yes. At that time, the study of spells was not as deep as it is now, and the theory of the four images and eight trigrams was not popularized, but the ancient Penglai method still has its own merits." Kong Xuanzi took out the wooden sword and talisman, bit the tip of his tongue, A mouthful of blood sprayed on the sword, and then threw it—"Taoism, sword control!"

The sword actually flew up by itself, and flew straight towards the top of the sentry tower!

The distance of a hundred steps came in the blink of an eye, the wooden sword precisely brushed the enemy's throat, and after a circle, it returned to Kong Xuanzi's hand. The imperial sentinel clutched his throat and went limp. Even if he wanted to yell, the gushing blood would completely block his trachea, preventing him from making any sound.

What a neat way!

Fang Xiandao did not expect that this alchemist whom he only met today was actually a hidden master.

Zhuo Fulan covered her mouth in surprise, is this the demon possessor from the mainland? To be able to quietly take lives from such a long distance is just like...just like the Imperials! How could such a terrifying country be willing to form an alliance with the fleeing Noah's tree boat?

"Actually, this move is not as tyrannical as you think." Kong Xuanzi felt a little embarrassed under the eyes of everyone, "If you use the current method, it is a kind of Sunda technique. By controlling the wind to make the wooden sword fly, It can have the effect of catching them off guard.”

"How can the Sunda technique have such an effect." Fang Xiandao obviously didn't believe it, "I can understand manipulating the wind, but it's all about a hundred feet away. How could it be possible to let the wind surround the sword body all the time without any disturbance?"

Even the sword is hard to see at this distance, let alone let it come and go freely.

"This has something to do with Penglai's secret art of raising swords." Kong Xuanzi said generously, "After we choose a sword, we will nourish it with blood. The longer it takes, the more it will resemble our own siblings, even if they are separated by hundreds of years. I can still feel its state." Speaking of this, he stroked the blade proudly, "For example, this sword has been with me for nearly fifteen years, and I know every line of it clearly. There is an ancient law, Qi is the soul, blood is the soul, and when cultivated to the extreme, it is the sword spirit."

"So it's like this..." Fang Xiandao suddenly said, "From now on, you don't have to deal with Luo Qingqing."

"Uh...why?"

Because she has a lot of swords like this. "Anyway, just believe me." He turned to the others, "Now is the time, take down this tent first. Shanhui, you will take the lead—go over in dog form, and give priority to solving those that may cause trouble. Enemy. Everyone, remember to focus on concealment, and it will be more beneficial to us if we can be discovered later. Let's go!"

"What about you, young master?" Qianzhi pouted.

"I'll be here to fight for you." Fang Xiandao replied solemnly.

Since someone was in charge of thinking about tactics, Shan Hui didn't bother to think about it anymore. He turned into a small tengu and ran towards the tent at the first.

It meant the camp, but it was actually more like a small camp - the imperial army scattered the troops around the outer circle of the sacrificial field, with one place every three or four hundred steps, which was very conducive to guarding the elves. In other words, every time they deal with a group of enemies, they can free some of the captives.

There were only two soldiers standing guard outside the camp, but they were not so much watching as they were making fun of the elf prisoners. Several islanders knelt down at their feet, one of them was beaten black and blue, but he didn't even dare to cry out.

Shan Hui rushed in front of the two of them, but the latter had no vigilance at all, and the first reaction when seeing Tengu was to draw out his waist knife and want to eat more. He accelerated sharply, passed between the two of them almost instantly, and then changed back to his original form, grabbing the enemy's neck with his backhand.

The strength of the demon is far greater than that of ordinary people. He exerted 100% of his strength and directly broke the cervical vertebrae of the two.

The kneeling elf was stunned, and the imperial soldiers who were showing off their might just now had turned into limp corpses, while the figure standing in front of them seemed extraordinarily tall.

At the same time, Qianzhi and Kong Xuanzi also plunged into the big tent.

Dozens of soldiers lined up on both sides, lying on the quilts and sleeping soundly. Each of the two was in charge of one side, one with a fist and the other with a wooden sword, one by one so that they could never wake up again.

When the remaining Noah warriors arrived, there was no living enemy in the camp.

"You, who are you..." Seeing the figure of the same clan appear, someone finally couldn't help asking.

"We are here to rescue everyone." Haim stepped forward to comfort, "Please keep quiet."

"Battling, rescue?" There was obvious surprise and suspicion on the faces of everyone. The world island has fallen, so how can there be any clansmen who can take care of them?

"What these people said is true, I can testify." A crisp voice sounded, and Zhuo Fulan walked in front of the crowd, "They come from Noah's tree boat and want to help us take back the Silver Star."

"You are... a child of the elder's family!?" Someone recognized her identity.