Chapter 165 Magnificent Waves

The battle between the Taoist demons in Zhongling started at Longcheng Pass and lasted for more than a month. After Qinglong was cut to dust by Xie Qingyun's sword, many changes began to occur.

These changes may seem to others, but they are inevitable.

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To the east of Longcheng Pass, on the battlefield covered by the wake of the spiritual sea tide, the human coalition monks who desperately tried to delay the steps of the demons were extremely close to collapse.

Once it collapses, it will be an avalanche that cannot be stopped.

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The Changye Mountain Range is the Zhongling Mountain, which lies across the center line of Zhongling and separates the east and west.

Looking down from the very high sky, the Changye Mountains are like a clear boundary between light and dark, like the boundary between Tao and Demon, and the separation between Yin and Yang.

The Zhongling monks built a pass here, using up the power and wealth of Zhongling's domain, they finally built a dangerous pass in the world and a city that reaches the heart in a short period of time.

The heart is against the heart, and this heart refers to the inner demon.

The Changye Mountain Range has a unique topography, like a lotus flower, which becomes smaller and smaller from the base to the top, just like lotus terraces stacked one on top of another, which can be divided into nine levels of lotus terraces.

The Zhongling monks combined the terrain to construct an invincible formation covering the entire Changye Mountain Range, the Zhongling Formation.

The Zhongling Formation is connected to the spiritual veins of the Changye Mountain Range at the bottom, and the spiritual energy of the Nine Heavens at the top. It gathers the power of the mountains and the breath of the river, and its power is almost endless.

Moreover, once the Zhongling Formation is activated, it can connect to the nine-story "Lotus Platform" and integrate the entire Changye Mountain Range into one.

All damage sustained by the formation can spread from the bottom of the mountain to the entire mountain range.

In other words, unless it can burst out the power to destroy the Changye Mountains in an instant, the Zhongling Formation will be impregnable.

Of course, the enemy can also choose to destroy the position.

No matter how strong the formation is, if its points are broken, it will collapse.

However, the monks who built the Zhongling Formation also took this into consideration.

Their solution was simple, too.

They placed the core point of the Zhongling Formation on the lotus heart of the nine-story lotus platform.

There, it is also where the heart city is...

Although the Zhongling Formation is not as powerful as the Mingyue Formation set up by Daozu, it is both offensive and defensive.

However, this formation is the crystallization of the wisdom of the Zhongling monks. It makes full use of the terrain and is so ingenious that even throughout the entire history of the human race, there are few that can match it.

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On the wall of the Heart City at the top of the Changye Mountains, Situ, who was in charge of building the Zhongling Formation, looked silently beyond the mountains.

He stood here for who knows how long.

He is waiting.

Waiting for the Zhongling monk coalition forces on the front line to withdraw.

If the allied army of Zhongling monks did not rely on Daxincheng, they would never be able to fight against the demon army.

Similarly, without this coalition of Zhongling monks in the Heart City, they would never be able to defend the Changye Mountains in front of the huge demon army.

The spiritual sea tide blocked the teleportation circle and all messages.

Situ had no way of knowing the current situation of the coalition of human monks in the spiritual sea tide.

But he knew that there was no room for optimism.

And as time goes by, hope becomes slimmer.

Because the power of the two parties, Dao and Demon, is not on the same level.

.......

I don’t know how much time passed.

A cold wind blew.

Above the vast sky, a human monk flew over.

This human monk looked extremely tired, his face was extremely pale, and his cheeks were thin. The robes on his body seemed to have been cut by swords, and they fell to the side in tatters.

This human monk flew toward the Changye Mountains, his body swaying all the way, and he almost fell into the sky several times, which showed how exhausted he was.

But he still flew, and finally arrived in front of the Evernight Mountains.

He saw the new grand pass built with the power of the Zhongling Domain, reaching the inner city.

So, he pulled the corners of his mouth with difficulty and forced out a smile.

"Who is coming?" Situ saw him and his voice was slightly hoarse.

The reason why his voice was hoarse was entirely due to the uncontrollable excitement.

Situ had already guessed the identity of the visitor, but if the visitor did not explain it himself, he would not be sure after all, fearing that everything in front of him was just a bubble that would burst when he poked it.

The human monk did not answer the question first, but first took out a firework-like object from the mustard seeds and instilled spiritual power into it.

laugh!

As if a fuse was lit, the object released billowing spiritual smoke.

The spiritual energy smoke rises into the sky, releasing some kind of unique wave to the surroundings.

Then, the exhausted human monk shouted loudly to Situ, "I'm here to scout Zhang San in Hutou City!"

After saying these words, this Hutou City monk, one of the scouts sent by the Zhongling Monk Alliance and the first to arrive at the Changye Mountains, could no longer hold on and fell downwards from the air.

Situ quickly flew up and caught the falling Zhang San in mid-air.

He released his consciousness and checked the human monk's physical condition, only to suddenly find that Zhang San's Dantian had completely dried up.

The most complete dryness, not even a drop of Yuan Power can be found.

It is hard to imagine what kind of amazing perseverance Zhang San relied on to be able to insist on coming to the Changye Mountains in such a state to release spiritual guidance.

Situ solemnly thanked this most ordinary Hutou City monk, "Thank you for your hard work."

Being able to break out of the spiritual sea tide and reach the Changye Mountains was definitely not Zhang San's work alone.

This credit belongs to the thousands of brave monks who are not afraid of death in the wake of the spiritual sea that is full of gaps in space. In order to find a way out as soon as possible, they even do not hesitate to explore with their bodies.

No one is fighting alone.

Following the guidance, about an hour later, another spiritual monk flew in from the distant horizon.

Then, more human monks followed the guidance left by the pathfinder monks one by one, 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 fell in front of the Changye Mountain Range and could never open their eyes again.

More and more Zhongling monks walked out of the wake of the Linghai tide and came to the Changye Mountains.

They fought sleeplessly in the battlefield of the spiritual sea tide, and finally came to this moment.

At this moment, those who rushed to the Changye Mountain Range and arrived at the Heart City were a tired army.

But everyone knows that they are also an invincible force.

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The number of Zhongling monks who rushed out of the spiritual sea showed a curve. After reaching a peak value, the number of people began to gradually decrease.

Until two days later, there were only two or three human monks who would appear on the horizon after an interval of one or two hours.

Situ took a deep breath.

These days, he has been standing at the top of the city, greeting every frontline monk who comes out of the wake of the spiritual sea tide.

Ninety-three thousand eight hundred and seventy-one people.

This is the current number.

The combined army of Zhongling monks, which once numbered close to one million, has now been reduced to a tenth after a long period of tug-of-war on the front lines and fierce battles in the wake of the spiritual sea tide.

At this moment, another sword light flew towards him.

But there are two people in this sword light.

But this situation is not uncommon.

In the past two days, many exhausted monks have been brought back to the Changye Mountains by their companions - even if this may slow down their speed and cause both of them to die together in the spiritual sea tide, it is still Many people have done this.

However, the one who came back this time seemed to be very different.

Because when Situ clearly saw the faces of the two people in the sword light, his whole body trembled, and he quickly rose up in the air to meet them.

"Master Wuju Sword Master, Master Haoran, this is..." Situ held his breath, looked at Li Shiyi, who was being supported by Master Wuju Sword, and had no breath on his body, as if he was a mortal, and asked cautiously.

The Wuju Sword Master just shook his head silently and flew straight to the Heart City.

Seeing the two figures passing him, Situ couldn't help but be in a trance, and then suddenly heard something.

Buzz buzz.

The voice came from behind the Wuju Sword Master.

Behind the Wuju Sword Master is a rosewood-colored sword box.

In the sword box, countless swords were buzzing.

The whining continued.

Situ understood everything instantly.

He bowed solemnly to their backs.

Other than that, there is nothing to say.

Before their Zhongling cultivator owed the sword sect, all words seemed too thin to be spoken.

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Three days flew by.

The Zhongling Formation completely closed and moved upward.

Soon after.

boom! boom! boom!

After three muffled sounds like rolling thunder from the Nine Heavens, following behind the coalition of human monks, the boundless demon army finally walked out of the Spiritual Sea Tide Zone and arrived in front of the Changye Mountain Range.

They came like a sea tide, and even if the human monks were condescending in the Heart City, their field of vision was quickly filled.

Wherever he looked, there were only demon cultivators.

For a moment, I didn’t even know where the demonic sea would end.

This was after the demons experienced huge losses in several battles and spent their lives exploring the path in the wake of the spiritual sea tide at the expense of time in order to rush for time.

One can imagine how terrifying the demonic army was at the beginning.

The demon clan's claim that tens of millions of demon armies can seize souls is not an empty lie.

What's even more terrifying is that in front of the demon clan, there are nearly a hundred ninth-level demon cultivators with rampant arrogance, and there are also many demon lords among them.

This is a sharp knife, enough to see blood.

Fortunately, they have the Zhongling Formation to rely on.

Situ has already fully activated the Zhongling Formation.

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In the seventh year of Tianyuan, spring.

The yin energy does not dissipate, and the dew condenses into white.

In the dusk, outside the Changye Mountains, millions of mighty demonic armies stretched endlessly, and the demonic energy gathered like thunder.

The demons began to attack the mountain.

There was a heavy sound like a heavy hammer striking stone.

The human monk looked up and saw hundreds of strange flying beasts flying out of the demon army.

They have a cold metallic luster all over their bodies, and are covered with ferocious iron thorns that shine with a cold light. They look like steel flying boats.

These flying beasts came towards Changye Mountain in pulse formation, and the iron thorns fell off their bodies, like spears flying down one after another, densely packed like hail rain.

These iron thorns are not only strong and sharp, but also have a strong formation-breaking effect. They are what the demons prepare to use to deal with the Zhongling Formation.

This is a weapon of war.

As long as they break through the Changye Mountains and the Heart City, the human race will lose their last resistance. The huge Zhongling will let them drive straight in, so the demon race has already ignored the losses at this time.

Bang bang! Bang bang!

A large amount of spiritual energy gathered, making countless breathing sounds, and instantly propped up a light barrier on the Changye Mountain Range.

Whoosh!

A spear landed on the Heart City, but was blocked by a large array of light shields.

A ripple emerged from the point of contact between the spear and the mask, and then was quickly transmitted to the land connected to the mask, dissipating invisible.

This is the force-relieving ability of the Zhongling Formation.

However, this is only a microcosm of the battlefield.

In addition to the flying beasts, the arrogant demon cultivators also launched an echelon attack on the Heart City.

Rolling smoke of demonic energy shot towards the heart city.

There are constantly ninth-level demon cultivators leading a team of elites to attack a corner of the formation, trying to break through the surface.

Although it stirred up ripples in the mask, it was still far from breaking the formation.

The ninth-grade demon cultivators who launched the attack were disappointed, but not unexpected.

It's just that the three cities on the frontline battlefield are already so difficult to attack.

This majestic new city, which was built with most of Zhongling's wealth, should naturally be even more difficult to break, like a horse leaping over a natural chasm.

They have made the worst plan to destroy most of the demon army 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 Mountain Range will last for a long, long time.

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Mangzhou.

It's not going to be bright yet.

On a barren mountain peak, the morning light shines brightly.

Two rays of light flew from the sky, and then slowly fell.

In the escaping light, a young man and a female crown appeared.

Xie Qingyun's unparalleled sword also destroyed Xiantian Ridge, a high mountain that had stood at Longcheng Pass for who knows how many thousands of years.

Therefore, Lu Qingshan and Shuiyue Guanzhu Yi Ma Pingchuan, transformed into flowing light, and immediately left Longcheng Pass, which had been plunged into chaos.

With the spiritual blessing of Shuiyue Guanzhu, Lu Qingshan's already extraordinary escape speed improved to a higher level. With all his strength, he quickly put some distance between himself and the demon cultivator who was chasing him.

Afterwards, the two of them changed directions several times and finally got rid of the pursuers at Longcheng Pass.

However, after several such struggles, Lu Qingshan, who had already experienced a long and fierce battle, finally found that the energy in his body was close to being exhausted, and he needed to stop for a while to recover.

He sat down cross-legged and started to use his skills. The spiritual energy was suddenly drawn violently by him, and the formation was spectacular.

This posture of swallowing spiritual energy is almost unimaginable from just a fusion monk.

Master Shuiyue Temple stood aside and waited quietly.

She looked at Lu Qingshan, who was concentrating, with mixed feelings in her heart.

This young swordsman who had always been regarded as a junior by her suddenly became the master of Dao Sect, and then shouldered a heavy pressure that she found unbearable.

He is only twenty-five...

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Three hours later, Lu Qingshan opened his eyes.

For the first time, he didn't get up.

The next moment, a mustard seed appeared in his palm.

What Fuyao brought back was the mustard seeds belonging to the Qinglong Lord.

Lu Qingshan probed his consciousness into the mustard seeds.

As a monk in the town and the master of the Dao Sect, Lord Qinglong has an extremely rich collection of mustard seeds. Whether it is ores, elixirs, or various kinds of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, they are all extremely valuable.

But Lu Qingshan didn't even look at these things at this time.

He is looking for something.

After a while.

Lu Qingshan's eyes suddenly lit up.

There was a clang, and a cool sword light flashed.

A long sword appeared in Lu Qingshan's hand.

The worm sword.

The natal sword of the late Gu Qiu Peak Master.

After killing Gu Qiu, Soul Master, although he did not use a sword, took Gu Qiu's natal sword as a trophy.

After all, no matter what, the wormfly is also a rare magic weapon.

Lu Qingshan silently put the fox into the red sandalwood sword box he carried behind him.

Immediately, he stood up slowly and looked towards the east with a calm expression.

After a slight pause, Lu Qingshan suddenly rose into the air with his sword.

"Master Guan, let's go back."