Liang Yan saw the bamboo flute from a distance. Although his expression did not change, his heart was filled with turmoil.

That bamboo flute was clearly given to Nan Youyue by him back then!

After the battle at Xuantian Pass, Liang Yan was injured by a saint and his strength was greatly reduced. It was Nan Youyue who sacrificed her own efforts to help him overcome the difficulty.

After giving away the blood, Nan Youyue took away a bamboo flute from him, which was exactly what they used to play together when they were enlightened at Qinhai. Since then, she has kept it close to her and never left her body.

I didn’t expect that I would appear here today!

At this moment, Liang Yan's thoughts were spinning rapidly.

Nan Youyue arrived here with Tang Qianzhi, why did she disappear for no reason?

Thinking of the witchcraft doll found in Huangsha City, it proves that this matter must be related to the witch clan. Could it be that they have all been captured?

"Liang Yan, can you imagine the owner of this bamboo flute?" A hoarse voice came from the black cloak.

"What did you do to her?"

Liang Yan acted very calmly, but his right hand that was originally hanging in the air could not help but clenched a little tighter.

This detail has not escaped Wu Xin's eyes.

She knew Liang Yan's temperament well, and she couldn't help but be surprised when she saw this scene.

"It seems that the owner of this bamboo flute has a very important position in my husband's heart. Is it her?"

At this moment, Wu Xin guessed the identity of the owner of the bamboo flute and frowned slightly.

"hehe."

The man in the cloak let out a low and hoarse laugh, and then said slowly: "Liang Yan, your confidante is still alive. If you want to redeem her, I will exchange the slate in your hand for her."

Nan Youyue was very kind to Liang Yan, and she realized Taoism with him in Qinhai. It would not be an exaggeration to say that she was a confidante. Although Liang Yan had rejected this woman's affection many times, the favor he accepted was real.

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When the man in the cloak took out the bamboo flute, Liang Yan was indeed a little confused.

But now, he has gradually calmed down.

After a moment of silence, Liang Yan said slowly: "Are Tang Qianzhi, Wei Wuming and the others in your hands?"

"certainly!"

The man in the cloak did not deny it, but said calmly: "The person you are looking for is now a prisoner of our three clans. Again, if you don't want them to die, just hand over the slate in your hand quickly."

Liang Yan shook his head and said, "I can't trust you. How can you prove their life and death with only a bamboo flute? Unless you let me see them with my own eyes."

"Haha, you have no choice." The man in the cloak did not give in.

"Then I will destroy this stone slab in front of you and completely defeat your plan!"

Liang Yan raised the stone slab again, the sword in his hand was less than an inch away from the stone slab.

The monks from the three major foreign races all stared at his right hand, their hearts in their throats.

But the man in the cloak was unhurried.

"You can destroy this stone slab, but I swear that I will kill all the Nanxuan prisoners including Nan Youyue and Tang Qianzhi."

At this point, his voice became deeper and deeper, and two rays of light seemed to shoot out of the black mist of the cloak.

"Liang Yan, do you dare to bet?"

Liang Yan said nothing.

He raised the slate high, and the sword energy came closer and closer.

The two faced off without saying a word, but the atmosphere became more and more serious! The entire battlefield, including 180,000 alien coalition troops and 30,000 Nanxuan elites, all held their breath, and no one made a sound.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Liang Yan.

His sword energy is getting closer and closer to the stone slab, and will penetrate it in the next moment.

But the man in the cloak didn't react at all. He kept his hands behind his back and let Liang Yan make his decision.

A few breaths of time, in the eyes of some people, seems like millions of years have passed

Suddenly, a strange feeling appeared in Liang Yan's consciousness.

It was an extremely dangerous feeling, and he was no stranger to this feeling.

"Is this a feeling from heaven and man?"

Liang Yan never expected that his heavenly and human telepathy would appear at this time, and it foreshadowed the upcoming sixth difficulty!

He glanced at the simple slate in his hand, and suddenly understood that the moment he lifted the slate, the sixth difficulty was already on the way.

"Is it because of Nan Youyue?"

Liang Yan suddenly thought of the connection between heaven and man long ago, and there was a picture of Nan Youyue in it.

At this moment, Liang Yan's thoughts changed and he finally made a decision.

He slowly put down the slate in his hand and chuckled: "It seems that you know me very well and know that I will not give up their lives."

When the monks from the three major foreign races saw this scene, they couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief and relaxed a little.

Even many monks in Nanxuan nodded secretly at this moment.

But the man in the cloak laughed strangely and did not respond to Liang Yan.

"Okay, I promise to exchange the slates for the prisoners in your hands, but I have a condition." Liang Yan said solemnly.

"What conditions?"

"The soldiers behind me must be allowed to safely withdraw from the Black Mountain Territory. During this period, you must block Tong Ni in Tianmu City and prevent him from sending troops to pursue. In exchange, I can stay alone with the stone slab."

"Don't you think this condition is a bit excessive?" The cloaked man's voice was very low, and he sounded dissatisfied.

"It's not too much."

Liang Yan looked calm and said slowly: "For me, the lives of Tang Qianzhi, Nan Youyue and others are important, but the lives of the soldiers behind me are equally important. I will not save some people at the expense of others."

Some people are in danger.”

As soon as he said this, the army immediately became commotion.

"No, handsome!"

"Commander, these alien races are all tigers and wolves. You must not be left alone. We will fight to the death to advance and retreat with you!"

"Commander, think twice!"

Zhao Yi, Venerable Fuhu, Wang Chonghua and other generals came up to advise.

But Liang Yan waved his hand and didn't look back. He just said coldly: "This is a military order. You don't need to say much. Just obey my order."

"Commander!"

Wang Chonghua wanted to say something more, but Wuxin next to him suddenly said:

"You all listen to Liang Yan. Now that the matter has come to this point, there is no point in staying in the Black Mountain Territory. If there is a war with the aliens, it will definitely be the children who are rebellious and the fishermen will benefit. Instead of all dying in this barren mountain, it is better to keep the

With a useful body, I will devote myself to the frontal battlefield of the North-South War in the future."

"good."

Although Liang Yan did not look back, he secretly sent a message to Wang Chonghua: "General Wang, you are the person I trust most. All the Nanxuan soldiers behind me are entrusted to you."

After hearing this, Wang Chonghua's expression changed again and again, and finally he sighed and bowed behind Liang Yan.

"Don't worry, Commander Liang, Wang will do his best to bring everyone out of the Black Mountain Territory!"

After hearing this, Liang Yan nodded slightly and said nothing more.

He looked at the cloaked man in the distance again and laughed loudly: "How is it, have you made a decision? I am not alarmist this time. If you don't agree, I will destroy the slate in my hand immediately!"

"This boy" the man in the cloak hesitated.

He knew that for Liang Yan, the chips on both sides were equally important. If he didn't agree to it, the slate might really be destroyed this time.

Thinking of his many years of planning, the cloaked man couldn't help but sigh.

"Okay, Liang Yan, be cruel! I agree to your terms, but you must stay with that stone slab."

"Of course." Liang Yan laughed.

"You go, I have three monks here, I'm sorry that Tong Ni doesn't dare to send troops."

After the man in the cloak finished speaking, he waved his sleeves. The monks from the three foreign races seemed to respect his order and immediately began to form their troops and stand guard in place.

"Wait a minute, give my son back first!" The leader of the Fantasy Clan suddenly said at this time.

Everyone in Nanxuan looked at Liang Yan, and when the latter nodded slightly, someone led Mo to the front of the two armies, and Liang Yan lifted the restrictions on him.

After many days, he finally regained his freedom, and a smile appeared on Mo's face.

But he didn't say a word, didn't even look back, and just walked silently behind the leader of the Fantasy Clan, with his eyebrows lowered and his head lowered.

"You guys can go too."

Liang Yan always turned his back to everyone and spoke calmly.
To be continued...