Chapter 56 Dajia, Come (Part 1)

An army of hundreds of thousands of demons is raging in the area of ​​Mangzhou.

Even an army with strict military orders, in this case, cannot be prohibited by orders, let alone a disorganized and tyrannical demon clan.

These demon cultivators stepped into the territory of the human race for the first time.

They have long heard about the richness and beauty of the sky, but it wasn't until they set foot on this land that they realized what the so-called richness and beauty really were—it was even more beautiful than they had ever imagined. A hundred times better.

This greatly stimulated them, and made the eyes of these demon cultivators turn red.

There were dozens of demon cultivators at the fifteenth rank who quietly broke away from the main force, burst into a small town next to them with sharp and piercing laughter, and spoke in an incomprehensible language.

This small city is far away from the east-west battle line drawn by the Demon Lord of the Demon Race, so the army of the Demon Race did not point their butcher knives at them.

But this team temporarily separated from most of the demon cultivators, preparing to plunder the small city and at the same time vent their wildness.

In a small town, there is not much resistance.

Their "high level" monks had already left the city to seek death a few days ago.

Moreover, even if these people were there, they would not be able to stop these dozens of fifth-rank demon cultivators.

Because, a small town is really just a small town.

The demon cultivators went straight into the small town.

In the small city, the mortals who had no time to evacuate had already shut their doors and windows tightly.

It's just a mere door and window, how can it stop the ferocious demons?

boom!

The door panel of an elegant small courtyard was kicked open by a magic cultivator, and a woman's exclamation came from inside the room.

Moxiu rushed in with a strong smell of blood on his body, and an old man inside the room whose cultivation was not as good as foundation establishment held his magic weapon, ready to fight Moxiu with his life.

But when he was stared at by the ferocious-looking Moxiu with a fierce temperament, he was already full of energy and blood, unable to mobilize any more spiritual power.

There were three people in the small courtyard, besides the old man who established the foundation, there were two women, one old and one young.

The old one is the first wife of the old man who built the foundation, and the young woman is the old man's daughter-in-law.

The young daughter-in-law kept her head down, not daring to look at the Mozu.

Not out of fear.

It's because of her husband, the old man's son, their common pride, the man in the Nascent Soul stage, who took the initiative to go out of the city to fight against the demon cultivators not long ago, and never came back.

Her eyes were full of irrepressible hatred.

Therefore, she didn't dare to look up, lest the demons would notice her gaze, which would implicate the two old people.

The demon cultivator chattered in a language the old man didn't understand, and the old man didn't know what he meant.

In the end, Moxiu also found out that he was chatting with ducks, with a cruel look on his face, suddenly looked at the woman next to him who bowed his head, with a smile on his face, licked his lips and walked up.

The woman thought that 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.

Moxiu, who had originally released the beast in his heart because of the massacre, turned evil to the side, and his vulture-like greedy eyes patrolled the woman back and forth, especially staying on those uneven parts for the longest time.

The expression on Moxiu's face, even though he couldn't understand the language, was enough for people to understand his thoughts.

Old man Zhuji's hands and feet began to tremble.

An unprecedented anger rose in his heart.

The spiritual power in the old man's body that could not be mobilized due to the coercion of the demon cultivator circulated again under the urging of this anger.

With a mournful roar, he rushed forward with the magic weapon in his hand.

"I grass your ancestors!"

The demon cultivator just sneered at the old man's angry blow, showing extreme disdain.

If anger can help an old man at the foundation establishment level kill a fifth-rank demon cultivator, then what's the point of this battle?

Moxiu waved his hand back lightly.

Rolling demonic energy surged out of his hands.

But the old man is not dead.

But Moxiu died.

Of course, it wasn't the old man who killed the fifth-rank demon cultivator.

He is just a very ordinary old man, not the protagonist in any biographical novel.

Even if it is the protagonist in a biographical novel, there is no such thing as building a foundation and killing the fifth rank.

A red dot appeared between the eyebrows of the demon cultivator, and he fell down straight.

A sword light shot up from the back of Moxiu's head.

The sword is clanging, and the long chant is endless.

A man who was also extremely old quietly stepped into the small courtyard.

He looked at the Moxiu who was so dead that he couldn't die anymore, and spat at his corpse.

The old man and two women on the side knelt on the ground, kowtowed like pounding garlic, expressing their gratitude to the savior.

The old man recalled the long sword and helped them up again, "You don't need to be polite."

He said again: "There are still many demon cultivators in the city, I'm going to deal with them now."

The old man Zhuji understood immediately, and his voice was trembling, "Thank you, sir, thank you, my lord, that old man will not waste your time."

The old man nodded slightly, turned around and was about to leave.

"My lord, can you tell me your name?" The voice of the old man Zhu Ji came from behind him, "If it is possible, I will set up a longevity card for my lord at home from now on, to thank you for saving my life."

"You don't need the Longevity card," the old man shook his head and said, "As for the name, my name is..."

"Li Si."

He used to be a monk at Longchengguan.

Later, he retired from Longchengguan and became the owner of "Flying Swallow Sword Li".

But when Zhongling needed him, he was still a monk at Longchengguan.

This is true even if Longcheng Pass has fallen.

He traveled through wind and rain, from the lonely border town all the way to the bustling western front.

Along the way, he has killed nearly ten fifth-rank demon cultivators.

The already somewhat unfamiliar means of killing the enemy became skilled again.

Killing has long been something in the blood of sword cultivators.

He strode out of the courtyard.

He still has work to do.

There are still many demon cultivators raging in the city.

He wants to kill these demon cultivators who have been 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 Zhongling is the monk himself.

However, in order to turn the tide and help the building collapse, it is not enough to rely on incomparable courage and strong will.

Because in order to win this battle of the spirits, what is needed is some miracles, and what is needed is a truly powerful and unrivaled power.

 …

Jianzong Yishuitai.

The corpses of Tianpeng and Master Zhuzhao fell together.

The corpses of Huanlingzong monks were scattered all over the place, and some even floated in the Yishui, gradually drifting away with the flow of the water

In this battle with the first wave of Huanlingzong monks led by Zhuzhao, Peak Master Haoran has won a complete victory.

But the battle is far from over.

The demon has three souls.

Master Zhuzhao and his beast pet Tianpeng are actually the souls of Heimang, a ninth-rank demon cultivator of the Heart Demon Clan.

In just a moment, both souls of Heimang died.

Heimang, who sensed the fall of the two souls, was furious and shocked.

He immediately reported the news to Lord White Tiger.

Jianzong's cross-domain teleportation circle must be destroyed.

Although, they didn't think that Jianzong would take great risks to come to support Zhongling.

Although, they don't think that Jianzong can change anything when he comes.

But for the strongest Dao sect in the world, these demons still have some fears in their hearts.

The Demon Race will never deny the strength of the Human Race.

The less trouble, the better.

So, after half a day.

Huanlingzong Moxiu came with an overwhelming army of monsters.

The wind and sand rolled up thousands of miles.

"Haoran Peak, Sword Master Taibai, can you still fight against my Huanlingzong army of monsters?" The leader of Huanlingzong looked at the lonely Taibai Swordmaster and the dozens of people who looked pitiful in front of the monster army. Brother Jianzong asked with a smile.

Facing this terrifying demon tide, Haoran Sword in the blue shirt of the three realms of the day just mentioned the three-foot green blade named Taibai but as black as ink very plainly.

Jianfeng pointed, Huanling.

He said calmly, "Come."

No one told him about Jianzong's decision.

But he knew very well how Jianzong would choose.

Because he is a monk of Jianzong.

Therefore, he will guard Yishuitai until Jianzong arrives.

 …

Western Regions.

It's cold and snowy.

Candle Dragon Hall, the top sect that once aspired to the Dao sect, and the world's Taoism and Fire Law, has become increasingly bleak and silent in recent years.

It wasn't until many years ago that a young Mo Yanren with amazing aptitude entered the sect that the Candle Dragon Hall finally began to rejuvenate and began to turn for the better.

The son of Wang Puxian, the first patriarch of Candle Dragon Hall, Wang Daode is no longer aloof, but personally accepts Mo Yan as his disciple.

Afterwards, Mo Yan stayed behind the Candle Dragon Hall for many years, and his name was never heard of by the outside world.

No one knew that the group of geniuses who once rose to fame with Lu Qingshan in the Seven Realms Discourse, after Lu Qingshan's astonishing rise against the sky, gradually lost sight of Lu Qingshan's back.

Only Mo Yan, relying on his own burning body and relying on Wang Daode's supply of different fires at any cost, followed closely behind Lu Qingshan in the advancement of cultivation, never lagging behind by half a step.

It's just that compared to Lu Qingshan's self-sufficiency in the outside world, Mo Yan has been retreating and refining different fires, so his reputation is not obvious.

On this day, he took tens of thousands of monks from the Candle Dragon Hall and a long-lived fire between his eyebrows, and headed straight for the Eastern Region.

After this battle, Mo Yan's name will inevitably resound throughout the human realm.

No matter what the outcome is, it should be so.

 …

The lonely smoke in the desert is straight, and the sun is setting in the long river.

In the center of the Xisha Plateau, in that resplendent Buddhist temple.

The abbot named Chicken Soup Monk, who was rated as a Buddhist sage, left the temple quietly.

He single-handedly, without taking anyone, first rushed to Mogao City at the border of Xisha Plateau and Mogao Desert, then rushed to the East Region through the cross-domain teleportation circle, and then went west all the way to Qiuyan City in a hurry.

Of course, Qiuyan City is not his destination, but a place farther west is his goal.

There are endless demon clans there, and there are millions of demon cultivators.

If you want to be Buddhas, dragons and elephants, you must first be sentient beings, horses and cattle.

 …

Yumen Pass.

Jianzong finally fully determined the candidate for this Western Expedition.

Headed by Ning Fengchen and Gu Qiu, the more than 1,800 sword cultivators of the sword sect, under the envious eyes of the 900 sword cultivators of the sword sect who stayed behind to guard Yumen Pass, also left Tianshan with the red sandalwood sword box.

The master of Jianzong Xie Qingyun, the master of Jianlai Peak Xia Daoyun, the master of Wushea Peak Xue Wuxie, and the master of Canghai Peak Yu Canghai personally sent them outside the Changfeng Formation.

Then, under the eyes of everyone, the four returned to Yumen Pass.

This can't help but let the Yumenguan monk who has been concerned about the Western Expedition of Jianzong breathe a sigh of relief.

Although Jianzong made an irrational choice, he also has a rational side.

At least they didn't have all the Western expeditions.

At least, they still left three peak masters.

The most important thing is that Xie Qingyun, a monk in the town, did not join the Sword Sect on the westward expedition.

As long as Sword Immortal Qingyun is still at Yumen Pass, they have the confidence to guard Yumen Pass.

For the Yumenguan monks, 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 a step ahead of Jianzong Jianxiu, who was on the Western Expedition.

 …

Zhongtian domain.

Almost at the same time, Yanlan Pass and Chang'an City each had an army of monks heading straight to the Eastern Region.

Yulin Guard and Chang'an Guard.

The leader, Da Xia Qingmei King.

Great Xia, with power spread all over the seven domains of the human race, has the greatest wealth and the largest number of monks.

If it is said that Zong's contribution lies in the monks in the town.

Then Daxia's contribution lies in supporting the monk legion in Tianhe City and Yanlan Pass.

There is also the first person of the human race under Xia Daozu, Tianhe sword fairy Chu Mushen, strictly speaking, he is also a monk of their Great Xia.

Of course, at Chu Mushen's current level, the status of Daxia cultivator has long been no longer mentioned.

No mention, doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

Daxia's contribution and strength are beyond doubt.

On the city wall of Yanlan Pass, in the setting sun, Xia Zhao looked eastward.

It seems to be looking directly at Qiuyan City in the Eastern Region, which is becoming the center of the entire human domain.

After watching for a long time.

She suddenly opened her mouth and asked, "Can Jianzong win?"

There was no one around Xia Zhao.

She seemed to be talking to herself.

However, a moment after Xia Zhao asked the question, a golden light flashed in her eyes.

After a while, the golden light faded away.

 …

"It's so lively..."

"Jianzong, this battle must be won."

"Tianyuan, soar up."

On the wall of Tianhe City, the most powerful pass in the world, a Taoist in a gray Taoist robe was muttering in a voice that no one could understand.

Beside him, the Tianhe Sword Immortal, dressed in white and snow-covered, looked towards the west.

"Chu Jianxian, you never asked my master what he saw in the end." The gray-robed Taoist who had been silent for a long time suddenly said with emotion: "And why did you change the title to Tianyuan?"

"If you could tell, you would have told me. If you didn't tell me, then you can't tell."

"I can't say, what's the point of me asking more?" Tianhe Sword Immortal said calmly without any expression.

"Li Qiubai helped you to be promoted to the half-ancestor, which made our human race finally capable of fighting the demons," the gray-robed Taoist said again: "Even without Xia Daozu."

"It's just a battle." Chu Mushen shifted his gaze, looking at the boundless sky, rivers and seas, wondering what he was thinking.

Qi Butian, the contemporary master of Tianji in a gray robe, followed the gaze of Tianhe Sword Immortal 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."

"Jianzong's battle has nothing to do with Zhongling, but with the human race."

As the words fell, dozens of strands of Qi Butian's black hair instantly turned silver.

He seemed to be aware of it, and tilted his head slightly, and the silver thread disappeared into the black hair.

However, this time, the black hair could no longer completely cover up the silver threads.

Even if it is covered by black hair, there is still a faint touch of silver that can be seen from the outside.

"You have only taken over as the master of Tianji temple for eight years." Chu Mushen looked at this scene with a frown and said, "You are aging too fast."

Qi Butian laughed it off.

Secrets cannot be leaked.