In the middle of the night, there was silence in the jungle, only the sound of the dew from the branches crackling on the top of the tent.
Lin Muyu lay alone in the tent, paying attention to the sea with divine power, a spiritual consciousness turned into an invisible thought force and penetrated thousands of miles away, found Tang Xiaoxi's breath above the broken tripod world, and tried to communicate with it.
"Ok?"
Tang Xiaoxi woke up quietly from his dream, closed his eyes, and smiled joyfully: "Mu Mu!"
Lin Muyu also smiled: "Xiaoxi, I haven't contacted you for a long time, but why is your location not in Tongtianxia, but near Tongtian City, how about Longdanying?"
"all the best!"
Tang Xiaoxi happily said: "Tonight just got the military report from Lord Wei Guo. The Longdan camp shelled the deserted battlefield in the area north of Tongtianxia, killing nearly 30,000 armies of demon armor. Now the shallow wind has escaped. The Tongtianxia Capital has fallen into our hands, and Wei Qiu is still asking me, ask you what to do next?"
Lin Muyu groaned: "North of the Tongtian Gorge is the Eight Wasteland, where the Demon Race has been operating for tens of thousands of years. Now this season, the snow on the Eight Wasteland has melted. It is said that there are 100,000 well-trained Demon Races on the Eight Wasteland. Iron Cavaliers, so don’t rush for success. Keep advancing step by step, order the defenders to build a fortress, block the entrance to Tongtian Gorge, and order Weihou Min Yulin and Fengxi to lead their troops to guard this fortress, so that the demons can never enter Tongtian Gorge again."