Chapter 299: The Nanli Dynasty's War of Destruction

In a city on the border of the Nanli Dynasty.

"Master, the reinforcements from the four holy places have not responded yet."

A disciple of the sect came forward to report.

The old master's already pale face had a few more wrinkles, and he sighed and said: "It seems that the Nanli Dynasty is really in danger this time."

The so-called four holy places.

They are the four strongest immortal gates in the Nanli Dynasty, cultivating a steady stream of Qigong practitioners. No matter what their status is in the Middle Earth, in the Nanli Dynasty, they are the holy land clans comparable to the nine heavens and ten earths.

"Brother Yang, these beasts are not worth mentioning. At most, we will burn them all together."

A man in a green Confucian robe stepped forward.

"Brother Chen, you don't know that this time the demon clan sent a million troops to attack Tianbaozhou, divided into three groups, and the strong men in each group should not be underestimated. There are dozens of demon kings invading, and even many throne demons are accompanying them!"

The old master said helplessly.

Only the four holy places in Dongzhou can deal with the throne monster.

Each throne has the strength of the upper third grade.

They are just the objects to be swept away.

"Bamboo can be burned but not broken. The ancestral precepts left by our ancestors are definitely not empty words!"

The man in the Confucian robe stood upright, his righteous spirit as real as substance.

"That's right, but the gap in strength between the two is too big. After all, it is the power of the entire world. How can my Nanli Dynasty resist it?"

The old master couldn't help but smile bitterly. He also knew the other party's stubborn temper, and then added: "It's always right to be cautious in everything."

"Bang!!"

"Boom!!"

The man in the Confucian robe wanted to say something, but there was a huge roar outside the city.

"Not good!"

The old master's face changed, and he hurriedly typed a gilded text, stepped on the golden text and flew high in the sky, turning into a stream of light.

In an instant, he arrived at the city gate.

A ten-foot-long gap appeared in front of everyone.

"The formation has been destroyed. There must be a formation master on the opposite side. Brother Chen, Brother Bai, you two go to repair the formation, and the rest of you follow me to block the enemy from coming in!"

The old sect leader gave orders rationally.

"Okay!"

Everyone responded in unison.

The man in the Confucian robe took out three pieces of engraved paper and began to reset the formation inscription with a dragon beard pen.

At this time, a terrifying aura descended on the city.

With a boom! The formation was broken into pieces.

Taking advantage of the broken entrance, he wanted to come in.

The man in the Confucian robe focused his eyes, turned the pen into a blade, and drew a circle.

He wanted to block the entrance.

"What a great way to decide the outcome with a pen."

A demon man wearing green scales, a dragon tail, and two meters tall appeared in the air.

Both sides of his cheeks were covered with green scales of the dragon, and his muscles were black, extremely thick and huge.

His pupils were blue-black, as venomous as a snake.

His eyes were full of fanatical fighting spirit.

"Hmph!"

The man in Confucian robes broke through the opponent's pressure and hit back the attack, but the demon man just waved his hand and dissolved the attack invisibly.

"My demon army has arrived, none of you can escape."

At the same time, another demon man with an eagle nose walked out of the smoke and dust, with a pair of huge black Kunpeng wings behind him and sharp claws on his five fingers.

"The Blue-eyed Jiao Jun of the Jiaolong clan, and the Kunpeng prince of the Kunpeng clan."

The man in Confucian robes looked very solemn.

These two are the peak strong men of the younger generation of the demon clan, and their strength is extremely terrifying.

The Yuanying Great Cultivator of the human race, the Vajra Warrior, is estimated to not last a breath under the opponent's hands!

"Hmph! Naive and pedantic poor creatures, you four sacred places in Nanli are now busy with your own affairs, how can you come to save you?"

"As for the group of timid guys in the Song Dynasty, let alone, they are all incompetent."

The Blue-eyed Jiao Jun sneered.

"That's right. After thousands of years, the human race has become like this? It's really disappointing!"

Prince Kunpeng was also very disdainful. What he wanted most was to fight against an equally matched opponent.

But along the way, no one could resist them.

"That's because the countries in the Middle-earth are in turmoil and can't take care of themselves. If the geniuses of our human race gathered together, you wouldn't be so rampant."

The man in the Confucian robe said loudly.

"Ants! So many words!"

The face of Prince Kunpeng flashed with anger, and he turned into a residual image and disappeared on the spot.

A sharp claw pierced out from the chest of the Confucian robe man.

"Human race. Must win!"

Blood kept flowing from the corner of the Confucian robe man's mouth, and a trace of heroism flashed in his eyes.

"I am the pen, and the world is the book. I will die without regrets."

Prince Kunpeng pulled his hand out, licked the blood on his hand with his tongue, and said gloomily:

"The blood of scholars is bitter."

The Blue-eyed Dragon King had no expression on his face at this scene, as if he was used to it. He faintly sent a message to the back:

"Take this city."

He raised his big hand and turned into a blue-eyed dragon with a coil of 100 meters.

"Roar!"

The dragon turned the sky and the earth upside down, and the next second, dark clouds and strong winds rose.

Following a flash of lightning, a white light enveloped the entire formation, and the formation was broken.

"——Buzz!!"

The melodious horn sounded.

The dense demon army rushed in from the border of Dongzhou.

Looking around, the entire border from one end of the mountain to the other was black.

Tauren soldiers riding tall three-meter desert scorpions brandished their swords and killed the monks who resisted in the city.

There were also snake-bodied warriors who moved quickly on the sand, holding guns and shields, and a giant rhinoceros with red eyes that was charging into the crowd.

Prince Kunpeng was suspended in the air, his wings beating continuously, and he sneered:

"A mere human race is nothing more than this."

Seeing that the city was broken and the gates were opened, the blue-eyed Jiaojun turned into a human body again and said calmly: "We must capture all the key points before the human army returns to defend. By then, the situation will be more favorable to our demon clan and the losses will be minimized."

"This is a once-in-a-century opportunity for God to help our demon clan."

"As long as Lord Throne arrives, we can take over the Nanli Dynasty."

the other side.

Dayan's army marched toward Jiayuguan in mighty force.

After Lu Mingyuan said goodbye to Luo Qiufu, he embarked on the return journey.

He planned to explain to the guards at Jiayuguan how to coordinate with the Jinwu Kingdom in sending troops.

The demon army cannot be allowed to approach the territory of Dayan.

The defense line of the Great Wall in the North is extremely long, and one country alone cannot resist all attacks.

Lu Mingyuan didn't want to help the Nanli Dynasty, but he couldn't let the Manghuang Monster Clan get the destiny of Middle-earth.

Is it ridiculous to let the demon clan take away the destiny and luck?

On the way back, Lu Mingyuan sat in a Kowloon chariot.

Unlike when Luo Qiufu was sitting next to him when he first arrived, Yun Qinghe was sitting next to him now.

"Where did your news come from?"

Lu Mingyuan was still very curious about the source of her intelligence.

After all, it is faster than the Great Yan front line, which means there must be a special way within the Taoist sect.

Yun Qinghe was closing his eyes to rest. When Lu Mingyuan asked, he slowly opened his eyes and said calmly: "Do you remember what I told you?"

"In the poisonous mountains of the Western Wasteland, there is a Taoist priest who kills demons to defend the Tao, and vows to kill all demons in the world."

"I have an impression, isn't that person Xu Changqing?"

Yun Qinghe shook his head: "No, when did Xu Changqing go to Xihuang? This person is a young prodigy with both Taoism and martial arts, named Lin Yan."

"Dual cultivation of Taoism and martial arts?"

Lu Mingyuan muttered.

He has been on the path of spiritual practice for so long.

I have seen geniuses who cultivate both Confucianism and Taoism, such as the second prince Lu Guangjing.

I have also seen practitioners of both Buddhism and Taoism, such as Fairy Cihang and Sui Yuqing.

There are also those who practice both Confucianism and Wushu. Some of the scholars in the academy are both civilized and martial.

It was the first time that he had heard of someone actually cultivating Taoism and martial arts to an extremely high level.

"He was born into a noble family, just like me. He was a descendant of the Sword Immortal, but he was very poor. His mother was killed by the demon clan when he was young. Because his qualifications were not good enough, he was trained in the northwest army. He grew up with his father. He fought against the demon clan over the years and absorbed I gained a lot of blood from the demon clan, got the opportunity, and awakened a new physique, and then I stepped into the ranks of Qi Practitioners."

Yun Qinghe seemed to know his life experience very well and gave a general introduction.

Which descendant of the medieval sword fairy?

Including herself.

Lu Mingyuan had never heard Yun Qinghe talk about himself before.

His life experience has always been very vague.

"I was born in a small town in Dongtian. I have a lot of peers, and I can be considered as having both father and mother." Yun Qinghe calmly recounted.

"And my grandfather was a swordsman who ascended to the upper world in medieval times."

"So our family has been the top swordsmanship family since a thousand years ago. But as you know, China-Earth went to war with the Wilderness. Because of an unprecedented battle, both my parents died in the battle, and I ended up living in the world. He became an orphan and was accepted as a disciple by the seniors of Tianshi Mansion. "

It was obviously very tragic, but in Yun Qinghe's mouth, it seemed to be an extremely understatement.

However, Lu Mingyuan knew the story behind it.

It cannot be explained clearly in just a few words.

"This Lin Yan is the friend I met in the northwest when I was wandering."

"He is in the barren mountains inside the Manghuang Monster Clan. There is a piece of his territory there. This is the news he risked his life to bring back."

"I see."

After hearing this, Lu Mingyuan suddenly realized.