Chapter 335 The Fight Started

A group of Shenhai Realm cultivators from Haotian League immediately took out the map of Lingxi battlefield to investigate, and found that Yunyan Sect and Miluo Sect were tens of thousands of miles away from Weishui River, and they were speechless for a moment.

They knew that the little fellow from Bixue Sect must have spent a lot of merits to teleport with the help of Tianji Pillar, otherwise it would not make sense to cross such a long distance so quickly.

For other Lingxi Realm cultivators, this method of teleportation is not cost-effective. After all, merits are hard to come by, and each teleportation is calculated in thousands.

But it is different for Lu Ye. He did spend a lot of merits, but as long as he captured other people's garrisons, he could earn it back.

First there was Yunyan Sect, and now there is Miluo Sect. Who will be next?

You can tell with your ass that Lu Ye's prairie fire will spread the war to all directions again.

How he pulled out a coalition army of Haotian League before, and now he can pull out a second one.

This is the reason why Wanmo Ridge took a big step back, because the old man knew that if Lu Ye's behavior was not quickly curbed, with his ability and means, he could really turn the entire inner circle into a mess.

"This kid is too naughty, I will scold him now." The headmaster said so, and blatantly began to send a message to Lu Ye.

At this moment, Lu Ye, who was flying with the giant armor and rushing to the next battlefield, checked his own battlefield mark and saw the headmaster's message. The message was simple, with only four short words.

I'll take care of everything!

Lu Ye felt relieved.

On the Lingfeng, the Shenhai Realm of Haotian League began to get busy, passing messages one after another to inquire about the news of the Lingxi battlefield. The feedback they received was the same as the information provided by Wanmo Ridge. In addition, there was news that Lu Ye left not long after capturing the Miluo Sect's headquarters and was already heading to the headquarters of the third Wanmo Ridge force.

The old man who led the Wanmo Ridge wanted to continue the negotiation with Pang Zhen several times, but Pang Zhen raised his hand to hold him down. He looked serious and busy, but he was actually very happy.

The old man sighed: "Pang Zhen, there is no point in delaying time. If Wanmo Ridge can stop that kid once, we can stop him a second time. It's nothing more than giving up a few garrisons."

Pang Zhen nodded: "Wanmo Ridge has the courage, and we have seen it."

The old man was tired: "Tell me the conditions of Haotian League."

Pang Zhen stopped immediately, staring at the old man, and said lightly: "In addition to the conditions just now, add half a state garrison. As for which half a state, you Wanmo Ridge will discuss it by yourselves. There is no rush, you can take your time."

To be honest, the conditions agreed by Wanmo Ridge before have exceeded his expectations. If there is no new news, it will definitely be the best result of this peace talk.

But the situation is different now. Lu Ye has opened up a second battlefield alone. The confrontation on the Weishui side has become insignificant. If Pang Zhen cannot see the value of this move, he is not worthy of being the deputy leader of the Haotian League.

As he said, the Haotian League is not in a hurry about this matter. The Wanmo Ridge should be in a hurry, because the longer the delay, the greater the loss of Wanmo Ridge. Every garrison captured is a loss of a lot of merit and resources.

As for the old man's saying that he can stop Lu Ye for the second time, just go and stop him.

If Lu Ye can open up a second battlefield, he can open up a third and a fourth... As long as he doesn't die, Wanmo Ridge will never be at peace!

How to use his own advantages to maximize the benefits of the negotiation is what Pang Zhen needs to consider now.

And the more fierce Lu Ye makes in the Lingxi battlefield, the greater the pressure on Wanmo Ridge.

"Pang Zhen, don't push your luck!" The old man's tone was no longer as warm as before. No one could remain calm when encountering such a thing. The Haotian League clearly showed an attitude of controlling Wanmo Ridge, and Wanmo Ridge could not and dared not give in too much.

"So you can slowly discuss and come up with a plan that you can accept." Pang Zhen smiled.

The old man looked at him deeply and said nothing more. While sending the message, he communicated with the Shenhai Realm around him.

Not long after, another news came from the Lingxi battlefield. After Yunyan Sect and Miluo Sect, the third Wanmo Ridge force's station was captured.

Now Lu Yiye has gathered the power of six sects, and his monks have gathered more than a thousand people. The morale is high, and they are heading towards the next Wanmo Ridge station.

In this area, the Haotian League forces who heard the news are all ready to move, and they have led people to surrender.

Wanmo Ridge was also making emergency arrangements. Just like the previous response, in the direction of the coalition army, the garrisons of Wanmo Ridge forces were voluntarily abandoned, and all the people gathered in one place.

Two days later, two groups of monks, each with three to four thousand people, were three miles apart and confronted each other from a distance.

However, unlike the situation encountered by the first coalition army, there was no natural barrier between the two armies of monks, and the situation was much more serious.

Because if you are not careful, it will really trigger a large-scale war.

It was not until then that the strong men on the side of Wanmo Ridge breathed a sigh of relief.

The loss of Wanmo Ridge this time was not too great, mainly because they had experience in dealing with such situations and made timely deployments, so the second team pulled out by Lu Ye only captured more than a dozen garrisons of Wanmo Ridge forces along the way.

Even so, looking at the battlefield, the dragon representing Wanmo Ridge had another broken dragon bone.

On the Lingfeng of Wolong Mountain, the old man of Wanmo Ridge looked at Pang Zhen with a gloomy face: "Can we talk now?"

During the past two days, both sides have been waiting without any communication until Wanmo Ridge stopped the attack of the second coalition army.

Pang Zhen looked surprised: "Wanmo Ridge has made a decision? Tell me."

The old man said: "The conditions remain unchanged."

"Then what are you talking about? If you delay like this, that kid might run out to open up a third battlefield!"

The eyelids of a group of Shenhai Realm in Wanmo Ridge couldn't help but jump, which was also the most worrying and uncomfortable thing for them.

Now a strange situation has appeared on the battlefield of Lingxi. All the cultivators of the major sects in Wanmo Ridge have been recalled to defend their bases. Every sect is in a state of panic. Whenever a cultivator from Haotian League comes to attack, they are terrified, fearing that a Ye who can destroy the sect will suddenly appear in the opponent's team.

"No matter what, the land of half a state cannot be given!"

"I'm hungry." Pang Zhen touched his belly and looked at the others on his side: "Who brought food?"

The old man turned his head and looked at the headmaster: "Brother Tang, Lu Yiye is a disciple of the Green Blood Sect..."

Before he finished speaking, the headmaster waved his hand and said: "My Green Blood Sect is only a ninth-grade sect. This matter is serious and it is inconvenient to comment. This sect listens to the Haotian League."

A mere ninth-grade...

A mere...

How harsh it sounds.

But it is the truth.

A monster emerged from a ninth-grade sect, and now it has beaten the Wanmo Ridge side to a pulp, but Wanmo Ridge has no good way to deal with him.

The True Lake Realm was dispatched, but two died. It also sent a ninth-grade ghost cultivator to attack and kill, but they were all killed.

If that kid was in Jiuzhou, these Shenhai Realm masters could easily crush him, but he happened to be in the Lingxi battlefield.

There has never been a moment when these Shenhai Realm masters hated the coordination and suppression of Tianji so much.

"Fighting!" A great cultivator of the Divine Sea Realm suddenly said in a trembling voice.

"What?"

Everyone present, whether Haotian League or Wanmo Ridge, was shocked. Pang Zhen was not hungry anymore, and hurriedly sought information about the Lingxi battlefield through their own channels.

They had not yet discussed a definite result here, so how could they fight?

Which side fought? If the second coalition led by Lu Ye now fought, it would not matter much, after all, the number of people on that side was not large, but if the Weishui side fought, things would be out of control.

After a while, everyone got the exact news.

It really fought, but fortunately, the Weishui side was safe and sound, after all, there was a natural barrier between them, and tens of thousands of people did not dare to act rashly.

The second coalition led by Lu Ye fought.

Six or seven thousand inner circle cultivators fought in a melee, and then... Wanmo Ridge was defeated.

The reason for this result was mainly because a powerful reinforcement came from the Bixue Sect.

The Divine Sea Realm cultivators of Haotian League looked at each other. It was unprecedented for them to be so upset by a group of Lingxi Realm cultivators when their cultivation and state of mind reached this level.

They couldn't help but sigh that the young guys nowadays were too much of a fuss. If they were all like the young guy of the Bixue Sect, they, the old men, would probably have to live a hundred years less. This life was too exciting.

On the other hand, the Divine Sea Realm cultivators of Wanmo Ridge all had gloomy faces and looked at the headmaster with extremely unfriendly eyes.

The headmaster glared and said, "Look at what I'm doing. It's not my order. If I scold him again, it's simply outrageous!"

At this time, in the Lingxi battlefield, thousands of cultivators of Haotian League were chasing the fleeing Wanmo Ridge cultivators, and the figure of one of them was particularly conspicuous.

The giant eagle was Xiao Hui in the Bixue Sect's base.

Originally, Wanmo Ridge had used the same trick again and gathered thousands of cultivators to block the front. Lu Ye had already planned to leave this place and open up a third battlefield elsewhere.

Before he could take any action, a message came from the battlefield mark.

Hua Ci is here!

As early as when Lu Ye pulled up the first coalition army to fight in all directions, Hua Ci wanted to help. After all, she was also a disciple of the Blue Blood Sect and a medical practitioner. Lu Ye was often injured in the war, and she just helped to treat him.

But the journey was too far.

Who would have thought that Lu Ye would leave from the Wei River and run to the Silver Light Island.

This was not far from the Blue Blood Sect. Hua Ci immediately set off with Xiao Hui. When she sent a message to Lu Ye, they were almost there.

Knowing that Hua Ci brought Xiao Hui here, Lu Ye ordered the coalition army to attack according to the time.

Although this second coalition army of only more than 3,000 people had only been pulled up for a few days, it had been invincible under Lu Ye's leadership these days. Therefore, even when facing enemies with almost the same number of people, when Lu Ye gave the order, more than 3,000 Haotian League monks still rushed out without hesitation.