The battle between Taoism and demons in Zhongling started from Longcheng Pass and lasted for more than a month. After Qinglong was chopped down by Xie Qingyun's sword, many changes began to take place.
These changes may seem strange to others, but they are inevitable.
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To the east of Longcheng Pass, on the battlefield covered by the tail current of the Spirit Sea Tide, the human coalition monks who were desperately trying to delay the demons were very close to collapse.
Once it collapses, it will be like an avalanche that cannot be stopped.
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The Changye Mountains are the most majestic mountains in Zhongling, stretching across the midline of Zhongling and dividing the east and the west.
Looking down from the extremely high sky, the Changye Mountains are like a clear boundary between light and darkness, like the border between Taoism and demons, and the separation between yin and yang.
The monks of Zhongling built a pass here, exhausting the strength and wealth of the entire Zhongling area, and finally created a dangerous pass in the world and a city that was close to the heart in a short period of time.
Heart to heart, this heart refers to the inner demon.
The Changye Mountains have a unique terrain, just like a lotus. From the base to the peak, it becomes narrower and narrower, just like lotus platforms stacked up layer by layer, which can be divided into nine layers of lotus platforms.
The Zhongling monks took advantage of the terrain and constructed an invincible formation covering the entire Changye Mountains, called the Zhongling Formation.
The Central Spiritual Array is connected to the spiritual veins of the Changye Mountains below and the spiritual energy of the Nine Heavens above. It gathers the momentum of the mountains and the breath of the rivers, and its power is almost endless.
Moreover, once the Zhongling Great Array is activated, it can connect the nine layers of the "lotus platform" and integrate the entire Changye Mountains into one.
All the damage sustained by the formation can spread from the bottom of the mountain and spread to the entire mountain range.
In other words, unless the power to destroy the Long Night Mountains could be instantly unleashed, the Zhongling Formation would be impregnable.
Of course, the enemy can also choose to destroy the array point.
No matter how powerful a formation is, it will collapse if its points are broken.
However, the monks who constructed the Zhongling Formation also took this into consideration.
Their solution was simple.
They placed the core point of the Zhongling formation on the lotus heart of the nine-layer lotus platform.
That place is also where Dixin City is located...
Although the Zhongling Formation is not as powerful as the Mingyue Formation set up by Daozu, it has both offensive and defensive capabilities.
However, this great formation is the crystallization of the wisdom of the intermediate spiritual cultivators. It makes full use of the terrain and is ingeniously designed. Even throughout the entire history of the human race, there are few that can match it.
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On the wall of Dixin City at the top of the Changye Mountains, Situ, who was in charge of the construction of the Zhongling Array, silently looked outside the mountains.
He didn't know how long he had been standing here.
He is waiting.
Waiting for the coalition forces of middle-level spiritual monks on the front line to withdraw.
If the coalition of middle-level spiritual monks did not rely on Dixin City, they would never be able to resist the demon army.
Similarly, if Dixin City did not have this coalition of middle-level spiritual monks, it would definitely not be able to defend the Changye Mountains from the huge demon army.
The spiritual sea tide blocked the teleportation array and also blocked all messages.
Situ had no idea what the current situation of the coalition of human cultivators in the spiritual sea tide was.
But he knew that it was not optimistic.
And as time goes by, hope becomes slimmer.
Because the power of Taoism and the devil is not on the same level.
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I don’t know how much time passed.
A cold wind blew.
Above the vast sky, a human cultivator flew over.
This human cultivator looked extremely tired, his face was extremely pale, his cheeks were thin, and his Taoist robe seemed to have been cut by a sword, with tattered strips hanging to the side.
This human cultivator flew towards the Long Night Mountains. His body was staggering all the way and he almost fell from the sky several times. It was obvious how tired he was.
But he continued flying, and finally arrived at the Long Night Mountains.
He saw the new fortress built with the power of the Zhongling Realm, Dixin City.
So, he pulled the corners of his mouth with difficulty and forced a smile.
"Who is coming?" Situ saw him and spoke in a hoarse voice.
His voice was hoarse only because of the overwhelming excitement.
Situ had already guessed the identity of the visitor, but since the visitor did not explain it himself, he was not sure. He was afraid that everything in front of him was just a bubble that would burst if poked.
The human monk did not answer the question first. Instead, he took out a firework-like object from the mustard seed and infused spiritual power into it.
laugh!
Just like a lit fuse, the object released billowing spiritual smoke.
The spiritual power wolf smoke rose into the sky, releasing some unique waves in all directions.
Then, the exhausted human cultivator shouted to Situ, "I am Zhang San, the scout from Hutou City!"
After saying this, one of the pathfinders sent by the coalition of middle-level spiritual monks, the monk from Hutou City who was the first to arrive at the Long Night Mountains, could no longer hold on and fell from the air.
Situ quickly jumped up and caught the falling Zhang San in mid-air.
He released his spiritual sense to check the physical condition of the human cultivator, only to suddenly discover that Zhang San's Dantian had completely dried up.
The most thorough drying up, not even a drop of energy can be found.
It is hard to imagine what kind of amazing perseverance Zhang San had to have to persist in reaching the Changye Mountains in such a state and release spiritual guidance.
Situ thanked this ordinary monk from Hutou City solemnly, "Thank you for your hard work."
Being able to break out of the Spirit Sea Tide and reach the Changye Mountains was definitely not Zhang San’s own achievement.
This credit belongs to the thousands and thousands of fearless monks who were willing to sacrifice their physical bodies to find a way out as soon as possible in the wake of the spiritual sea tide filled with space gaps .
No one fights alone.
As the guidance was given, about an hour later, another intermediate spiritual practitioner flew over from the distant horizon.
Then, more human monks followed the guidance left by the pathfinders, who passed from one anchor point to another, and walked out of the wake of the spiritual sea tide.
Some of them were exhausted, some were seriously injured, and there were even a few monks who collapsed in front of the Long Night Mountains and never opened their eyes again.
More and more mid-level spiritual practitioners walked out of the wake of the spiritual sea tide and came to the Long Night Mountains.
They fought tirelessly in the Spirit Sea Tide battlefield and finally arrived at this moment.
At this moment, a tired army was rushing to the Changye Mountains and arriving at Dixin City.
But everyone knows that they are also an invincible army.
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The number of middle-level spiritual practitioners rushing out of the spiritual sea tide showed a curve. After reaching a peak, the number began to gradually decrease.
Two days later, only a few human cultivators would appear in the sky after an hour or two.
Situ took a deep breath.
These days, he has been standing on the top of the city, greeting every frontline monk who emerged from the wake of the spiritual sea tide.
Ninety-three thousand eight hundred and seventy-one people.
This is the current number.
The coalition of middle-level spiritual monks, which once had a total number of nearly one million, is now reduced to only one in ten after a long tug-of-war on the front line and a fierce battle in the wake of the spiritual sea tide.
At this moment, another sword light flew over tremblingly.
But there were two people in this sword light.
However, this situation is not uncommon.
In the past two days, many exhausted monks were taken back to the Long Night Mountains by their companions - even though this might slow down their speed and cause both of them to die in the Spirit Sea Tide, many people still did so.
However, this time the returnee seemed very different.
Because when Situ saw the faces of the two people in the sword light clearly, he trembled all over, and quickly rose into the air to meet them.
"Sword Master Wuju, Master Haoran of Peak, this is..." Situ held his breath and asked cautiously, looking at Li Shiyi, who was supported by Sword Master Wuju and had no aura like an ordinary person.
The Lord of Wu Ju Sword just shook his head silently and flew straight to Di Xin City.
Looking at the two figures passing by him, Situ couldn't help but be distracted, and then suddenly heard a sound.
Buzz buzz buzz.
A voice came from behind the Wu Ju Sword Master.
Behind the Wuju Sword Master is a rosewood sword case.
There are countless swords humming in the sword box.
The wailing continued.
Situ understood everything in an instant.
He bowed solemnly to the two people's backs.
Other than that, there is nothing to say.
Before they realized the favor the spiritual monks owed to the Sword Sect, all words seemed too thin to be spoken.
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Three days passed quickly.
The Zhongling formation closed completely.
Not long after.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
After three muffled sounds like rolling thunder in the sky, the boundless demon army following behind the coalition of human monks finally walked out of the Spirit Sea tide zone and arrived in front of the Long Night Mountains.
They came like a tide, and even though the human cultivators were high above Dixin City, their vision was soon filled with them.
Wherever I look, there are only demon cultivators.
For a moment, I didn’t know where the devil’s sea would end.
This was after the demons had suffered huge losses in several battles and had to sacrifice human lives to explore a path in the wake of the Spirit Sea Tide in order to save time.
It is conceivable how terrifying the number of the demon army was at the beginning.
What the demons said about the millions of demon armies taking away souls was not an empty talk.
What is even more terrifying is that in front of the demon clan, there are nearly a hundred arrogant ninth-grade demon cultivators, including quite a few demon lords.
These are sharp knives, sharp enough to draw blood.
Fortunately, they have the Zhongling Formation to rely on.
Situ had already fully activated the Zhongling formation.
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The seventh year of Tianyuan, spring.
If the Yin energy does not dissipate, the dew will condense and turn white.
In the twilight, outside the Long Night Mountains, millions of demon armies stretched out in an endless stream, and demonic energy gathered like thunder.
The demons began to attack the mountain.
There was a heavy sound like a hammer hitting a stone.
The human cultivators looked up and saw hundreds of strange flying beasts flying out from the demon army.
They are covered with a cold metallic luster and are covered with iron spikes that flash with a ferocious and cold light. They look like steel flying boats.
These flying beasts rushed towards the Long Night Mountains in a formation, and the iron spikes fell off their bodies like flying spears, as dense as hail.
These iron spikes are not only strong and sharp, but also have a strong effect in breaking formations. They are prepared by the demons to deal with the Zhongling formation.
This is a weapon of war.
As long as they break through the Changye Mountains and Dixin City, the human race will lose its last resistance. The huge Central Spirit will allow them to march straight in, so the demons have already stopped caring about the losses at this time.
Bang! Bang!
A huge amount of spiritual energy gathered together, making countless breathing sounds, and instantly propped up a light shield above the Long Night Mountains.
whoosh!
A spear fell on Dixin City, but was blocked by the light shield of the formation.
A ripple spread out from the contact point between the spear and the light shield, and was then quickly transmitted to the land connected to the light shield, dissipating into nothingness.
This is the force-dissipating ability of the Central Spirit Array.
However, this is only a microcosm of the battlefield.
In addition to the flying beasts, the arrogant demon cultivators launched an offensive towards Dixin City in echelons.
Billowing smoke and demonic energy shot towards Dixin City.
Ninth-grade demon cultivators would come out with a team of elite soldiers to launch fierce attacks on a corner of the formation, trying to break through it with a single point.
Although ripples were caused in the light shield, it was still a long way from breaking the formation.
The ninth-grade demon cultivators who launched the attack were disappointed, but not surprised.
However, the three cities on the front battlefield were already so difficult to attack.
This magnificent new city, built with most of Zhongling’s wealth, should naturally be even more difficult to conquer, like a horse leaping over a natural ravine.
They have made preparations for the worst-case scenario in which most of the demon army will be lost here.
But no matter what, the demons are bound to win this battle.
Not enough. Obviously, the fierce battle in front of the Long Night Mountains will continue for a very long time.
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Mangzhou.
It is almost dawn.
The morning light is bright above a barren mountain.
Two beams of light flew from the sky and then slowly fell down.
In the escaping light, a young man and a female nun appeared.
Xie Qingyun's unparalleled sword also destroyed Xiantianling, the mountain that had stood in front of Longcheng Pass for who knows how many tens of thousands of years.
Therefore, Lu Qingshan and the master of Shuiyue Temple rode smoothly, their bodies turned into flowing lights, and left Longcheng Pass, which had fallen into chaos, as soon as possible.
With the help of Shuiyue Temple Master's spiritual power, Lu Qingshan's already extraordinary speed of escape was further improved. With his full strength, he quickly put some distance between himself and the pursuing demon cultivators.
Afterwards, the two men changed directions several times and finally got rid of the pursuers from Longcheng Pass.
However, after several such ordeals, Lu Qingshan, who had already experienced a long battle, finally ran out of energy and needed to stop for a while to recover.
He sat down cross-legged and practiced his skills. The spiritual energy was immediately drawn towards him violently, creating a spectacular scene.
It is almost hard to imagine that this posture of absorbing spiritual energy was only emitted by a cultivator in the state of fusion.
The abbot of Shuiyue Temple stood aside and waited quietly.
She looked at Lu Qingshan, who was concentrating quietly, with mixed feelings in her heart.
This young swordsman, whom she had always regarded as a junior, suddenly became the leader of Dao Sect and took on a heavy burden that even she found difficult to bear.
He is only twenty-five...
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Three hours later, Lu Qingshan opened his eyes.
He didn't stand up at the first moment.
The next moment, a mustard seed appeared in the palm of his hand.
What Fuyao brought back were mustard seeds belonging to the Azure Dragon.
Lu Qingshan probed his spiritual consciousness into the mustard seed.
As a local cultivator and the leader of Dao Sect, the mustard seed of Azure Dragon Lord contains extremely rich treasures, including ores, elixirs, and various natural treasures. They are all extremely precious.
But Lu Qingshan didn't even look at these things at this time.
He is looking for something.
A moment later.
Lu Qingshan's eyes suddenly lit up.
With a clang, a cool sword light flashed.
A long sword appeared in Lu Qingshan's hand.
Ant sword.
The natal sword of the late Master Gu Qiu.
After killing Gu Qiu, although Hun Zun did not use the sword, he also took Gu Qiu's natal sword as a trophy.
After all, no matter what, the ant is still a rare magical weapon.
Lu Qingshan silently put the ant into the rosewood sword box behind him.
Then, he slowly stood up and looked towards the east with a calm expression.
After a brief pause, Lu Qingshan suddenly flew into the air on his sword.
"Master, let's go back."