Hundreds of thousands of demon armies are wreaking havoc in Mangzhou.
Even an army with strict military discipline would be unable to enforce orders in such a situation, let alone the demons who are so lax and tyrannical by nature.
These demon cultivators stepped into the human territory for the first time.
They had long heard of the richness and beauty of the sky, but it was not until they stepped on this land with their own feet that they discovered just how rich and beautiful it was - it was hundreds of times better than they had ever imagined.
This greatly stimulated them and made the eyes of these demon cultivators red.
Several demon cultivators at the fifteenth level quietly broke away from the main group, emitting sharp and piercing laughter, speaking in an incomprehensible language, and rushed into a small town nearby.
This small town was far away from the east-west battle line drawn by the Demon Lord of the Demon Clan, so the demon army did not point their knives at them.
But this team temporarily separated from the majority of the demon cultivators and prepared to plunder the small town and vent their cruelty at the same time.
It's a small town and there isn't much resistance.
Their "high-level" monk had already left the city to seek battle a few days ago and has not returned yet.
Moreover, even if these people were there, they would not be able to stop these dozens of fifth-grade demon cultivators.
Because, the small town is really just a small town.
The demon cultivators went straight into the town.
In the small town, the mortals who did not have time to evacuate had already closed their doors and windows.
How could a few doors and windows possibly stop the brutal demons?
Bang!
The door of an elegant courtyard was kicked open by a demon cultivator, and a woman's scream was heard from inside the house.
The demon cultivator rushed in with a strong smell of blood on his body. An old man in the room, whose cultivation level was only at the foundation-building stage, took out his magic weapon and prepared to fight with the demon cultivator.
But when he was glared at by the demon cultivator with a ferocious appearance and fierce temperament, his blood boiled and he was unable to mobilize any spiritual power.
There were three people in the courtyard, in addition to the old man who was building the foundation, there were two women, one old and one young.
The older one is the foundation-building old man’s first wife, and the younger woman is the old man’s daughter-in-law.
The young daughter-in-law kept her head down, not daring to look at the demons.
Not because of fear.
It was because her husband, the old man's son, their common pride, the man in the Nascent Soul stage, had taken the initiative to go out of the city not long ago to fight against the demon cultivators, and had never returned.
Her eyes were filled with uncontrollable hatred.
Therefore, she did not dare to look up, for fear that the demons would discover her gaze and thus implicate the two old men.
The demon cultivator was talking in a language that the old man couldn't understand, and the old man had no idea what he meant.
Finally, the demon cultivator realized that he was talking at cross purposes, with a look of cruelty on his face. Suddenly, he looked at the woman who was bowing her head beside him, and couldn't help but smile. He licked his lips and walked up to her.
The woman thought she could hide her emotions by lowering her head, but she didn't know that the hatred in her eyes had already been seen by this demon who was good at observation.
The demon cultivator, who had already released the ferocious beast in his heart because of the massacre, became more and more ferocious. He looked back and forth at the woman's body with greedy eyes like a vulture, especially lingering on those contours.
The expression on the demon cultivator's face was enough to make people understand his thoughts, even if they couldn't communicate in the same language.
The old man who was building the foundation began to tremble in his hands and feet.
Anger that he had never felt before rose in his heart.
The spiritual power in the old man's body, which had been unable to be mobilized due to the pressure from the evil cultivator, began to flow again under the stimulation of this anger.
He roared in grief and rushed forward, urging the magic weapon in his hand.
"Fuck your ancestors!"
The demon cultivator simply sneered with extreme disdain in response to the old man's angry attack.
If anger can help an old man in the Foundation Establishment Stage kill a fifth-grade demon cultivator, then what's the point of fighting this war?
The demon cultivator waved his hand back nonchalantly.
Rolling demonic energy surged out from his hands.
But the old man did not die.
The demon cultivator is dead.
Of course, it wasn’t the old foundation-building master who killed the fifth-grade demon cultivator.
He is just an ordinary old man, not the protagonist in a biographical novel.
Even for the protagonists in biographical novels, there is no such thing as building a foundation and killing a fifth-grade hero.
A red dot appeared between the demon cultivator's eyebrows, and his body fell straight down.
A sword light rose into the air from the back of the demon cultivator's head.
The sword rang loudly and the chanting continued.
A man who was also very old walked into the courtyard quietly.
He looked at the demon cultivator who was deader than dead and spat fiercely at his corpse.
The old man and two women nearby knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly to express their gratitude to their savior.
The old man recalled his sword and helped them up again, "No need to be polite."
He added: "There are still many demon cultivators in the city. I am going to deal with them now."
The old man immediately understood and said in a trembling voice, "Thank you very much, sir. Thank you very much, sir. I will not waste your time anymore."
The old man nodded slightly, turned around and was about to leave.
"Sir, could you tell me your name?" The voice of the old man who was building the foundation came from behind him. "If it is possible, I will set up a longevity tablet for you at home to thank you for saving my life."
"The immortality card is not necessary," the old man shook his head and said, "As for my name, my name is..."
"Li Si."
He used to be a monk from Longcheng Pass.
Later, he retired from Longcheng Pass and became the owner of "Feiyan Jianli".
But when Zhongling needs him, he will still be a monk from Longcheng Pass.
This is true even if Longcheng Pass has fallen.
He traveled through wind and rain, all the way from a lonely border town to the bustling western frontier.
Along the way, he has killed nearly ten fifth-grade demon cultivators.
The method of killing the enemy, which had become somewhat unfamiliar, became skillful again.
Killing has long been something that is deeply rooted in the blood of sword practitioners.
He strode out of the yard.
He still has things to do.
There are still many evil cultivators wreaking havoc in the city.
He wanted to kill these demon cultivators who were already immersed in plundering one by one.
Chang Youfu, your master is not lying to you.
Your master is really strong.
…
The first person who can save Zhong Ling is the Zhong Ling monk himself.
But to turn the tide and save the collapsing building, great courage and strong will alone are not enough.
Because in order to win this battle of the middle spirits, some miracles are needed, and what is needed is truly powerful and unrivaled strength.
…
Yishuitai of the Sword Sect.
The bodies of Tianpeng and Master Zhuzhao fell together.
The bodies of the Huanling Sect's monks were scattered all over the place, and some were even floating in the Yishui River, drifting away with the flow of the water.
In this battle with the first wave of Huanling Sect monks led by Sect Leader Zhuzhao, the Master of Haoran Peak had already won a complete victory.
However, the battle is far from over.
The inner demon has three souls.
Sect Leader Zhuzhao and his pet beast Tianpeng are actually the souls of Heimang, a ninth-rank demon cultivator from the Heart Demon Clan.
In just a moment, the black light destroyed both souls.
Sensing the black light of the two souls' death, he was furious, but also couldn't hide his shock.
He immediately informed the White Tiger Lord of the news.
The Sword Sect's cross-domain teleportation array must be destroyed.
Although, they did not think that the Sword Sect would take a huge risk to come to support Zhong Ling.
Although, they did not think that the arrival of the Sword Sect would change anything.
However, these demons still have some fear towards the most powerful Taoist master in the world.
The demons will never deny the strength of the human race.
It is better to have less trouble than more.
So, half a day later.
The evil cultivators from the Huanling Sect attacked with an overwhelming army of monsters.
The wind and sand swept thousands of miles.
"Haoran Peak, Taibai Sword Master, can you still fight against the army of monsters from Huanling Sect?" The leader of Huanling Sect asked with a smile, looking at the lonely Taibai Sword Master and the dozen or so Sword Sect monks who looked pitiful in front of the army of monsters.
Qingshan Haoran Sword, who had reached three realms in one day, faced the terrifying tide of monsters and simply raised the three-foot green sword named Taibai which was as black as ink.
The sword is pointing at Huan Ling.
He said calmly, "Come."
No one told him about the Sword Sect's decision.
But he knew exactly what the Sword Sect would do.
Because he is a cultivator from the Sword Sect.
Therefore, he will guard Yishui Terrace until Jianzong arrives.
…
Western Regions.
The weather is cold and snow is coming.
The Zhulong Palace, a top sect that once aspired to be the leader of Taoism and the most respected sect in the world in terms of Taoism and fire magic, has become increasingly bleak and silent in recent years.
It was not until many years ago, when a young man with amazing talent, Mo Yanren, entered the sect, that the Candle Dragon Hall finally began to regain vitality and start to improve.
Wang Daode, the son of Wang Puxian, the first patriarch of the Candle Dragon Hall, was no longer aloof from the world, but personally accepted Mo Yan as his disciple.
Afterwards, Mo Yan stayed in the mountains behind the Candle Dragon Palace for many years and his name was never heard of again by the outside world.
No one knew that the group of talented and able men who had once risen to fame along with Lu Qingshan in the Seven Realms Forum gradually disappeared from view after Lu Qingshan's astonishing rise.
Only Mo Yan, relying on his own burning body and the supply of strange fire from Wang Daode at all costs, followed closely behind Lu Qingshan in terms of cultivation progress and never fell behind even a step.
However, compared to Lu Qingshan who was self-reliant and thriving in the outside world, Mo Yan had been in seclusion refining the strange fire, which led to his lack of fame.
On this day, he led tens of thousands of monks from the Candle Dragon Palace and a fire of immortality between his eyebrows, and headed straight for the Eastern Region.
After this battle, Mo Yan's name will surely resound throughout the human world.
No matter what the outcome is, it should be like this.
…
A solitary smoke rises straight up in the desert, and the sun sets over the long river.
In the heart of the Xisha Plateau, in the magnificent Buddhist temple.
The abbot, who was regarded as a Buddhist saint and named Chicken Soup Monk, left the temple quietly.
He went alone, without bringing anyone with him. He first rushed to Mogao City, which is located at the border of the Xisha Plateau and the Mogao Desert. He then rushed to the Eastern Region via a cross-domain teleportation array. He then headed west and hurried to Qiuyan City.
Of course, Qiuyan City is not his final destination; his goal is somewhere further west.
There are the Wuxian Demon Clan there, which number hundreds of millions of demon cultivators.
If you want to be the dragon and elephant of all Buddhas, you must first be the horse and cow of all sentient beings.
…
Yumen Pass.
The Sword Sect finally decided on the candidates for this Western Expedition.
More than 1,800 Sword Cultivators from the Sword Sect, led by Ning Fengchen and Gu Qiu, also left Tianshan carrying the red sandalwood sword box, amid the envious gazes of the 900 Sword Cultivators from the Sword Sect who stayed behind to guard Yumen Pass.
The Sword Sect's Sect Master Xie Qingyun, the Sword Come Peak Master Xia Daoyun, the Wushao Peak Master Xue Wushao and the Canghai Peak Master Yu Canghai personally escorted them to the outside of the Changfeng Array.
Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the four returned to Yumen Pass.
This made the monks from Yumen Pass, who had been concerned about the Sword Sect's Western Expedition, breathe a sigh of relief.
Although Jian Zong made an irrational choice, he also has a rational side.
At least they didn't go on the Western Expedition with their entire clan.
At least, they still left three peak masters.
The most important thing is that the local monk Xie Qingyun did not follow the Sword Sect on the Western Expedition.
As long as Qingyun Sword Immortal is still at Yumen Pass, they have the confidence to defend Yumen Pass.
For the monks of Yumen Pass, Xie Qingyun is not only the most powerful force, but also their spiritual pillar and source of confidence.
But no one knew that the real Xie Qingyun had already left Yumen Pass ahead of the Sword Sect's sword cultivators who were on the Western Expedition.
…
Zhongtian Domain.
Almost at the same time, an army of cultivators from Yanlan Pass and Chang'an City headed straight for the Eastern Region.
Yulin Guard and Chang'an Guard.
The leader is the Qingmei King of Daxia.
Daxia, with its influence spread across the seven regions of the human race, possesses the largest wealth and the largest army of cultivators.
If the contribution of the Taoist sect lies in the monks who guard the area.
Then Daxia's contribution lies in supporting the corps of monks in Tianhe City and Yanlan Pass.
There is also the number one human being under Xia Daozu, the Tianhe Sword Immortal Chu Mushen, who, strictly speaking, is also a cultivator of their Great Xia.
Of course, at Chu Mushen’s current level, no one mentioned his identity as a Daxia cultivator anymore.
Just because no one mentions it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.
Daxia’s contribution and strength are unquestionable.
And on the city wall of Yanlan Pass, in the setting sun, Xia Zhao, the Lord of Great Xia, looked to the east.
It seemed as if he was looking directly at Qiuyan City in the Eastern Region, which was becoming the center of the entire human domain.
After watching for a long time.
She suddenly asked, "Can the Sword Sect win?"
There was no one around Xia Zhao.
It was as if she was talking to herself.
However, a moment after Xia Zhao asked the question, a golden light suddenly flashed in her eyes.
After a moment, the golden light faded.
…
“It’s really lively…”
"Sword Sect, we must win this battle."
"Tianyuan, rise up."
On the wall of Tianhe City, the most important pass in the world, a Taoist priest in a gray robe was muttering in an incomprehensible voice.
Beside him, the Tianhe Sword Immortal, dressed in snow-white clothes, was looking towards the west.
"Chu Jianxian, you never asked my master what he saw at the end," the gray-robed Taoist who had been silent for a long time suddenly said with emotion, "and why he changed the reign title to Tianyuan."
"If you could tell, you would have told me long ago. Since you didn't tell me, then you can't tell."
"You can't tell me. What's the point of me asking more?" Tianhe Sword Immortal said calmly without any expression.
"Li Qiubai helped you to become a semi-ancestor, which finally gave us the ability to fight the demons," the gray-robed Taoist added, "even without Daoist Ancestor Xia."
"It's just a tough fight." Chu Mushen shifted his gaze and looked at the boundless Tianhe Sea, not knowing what he was thinking.
Qi Butian, the current Tianji Temple Master in a gray robe, followed Tianhe Sword Immortal's gaze and looked into the distance. After a moment of silence, he suddenly said in a deep voice: "Now, I can tell you one more thing."
"This battle between the Sword Sect and the Human Race has nothing to do with the spirits."
As the words fell, dozens of strands of Qi Butian's black hair instantly turned silver.
He seemed to be aware of something and tilted his head slightly, and the silver threads merged into his black hair.
But this time, the black hair could no longer completely cover up the silver hair.
Even though it is covered by black hair, a hint of silver can still be seen from the outside.
"You have only taken over the position of the master of Tianji Temple for eight years," Chu Mushen frowned as he watched this scene and said, "You are getting old too fast."
Qi Butian just laughed it off.
The secret of heaven cannot be revealed.