Chapter 0790: War Out of Control

More than 5,000 independent cultivators, each with their own school and strength, were extremely difficult to integrate into an army, but Hong Futian did it, as evidenced by the battle to attack Talang City.

This battle required precise calculations, clever coordination, and a lot of bribery, sophistry, and internal and external cooperation. Hong Futian expected that only half of the plan would succeed, but the result was beyond imagination.

A large number of warships chose to betray the Sheshen Kingdom at the last moment. The sorcerer corps was busy holding a flesh sacrifice and ignored the prevention of the port. The talisman masters and independent cultivators ambushed in the city all sent signals at the agreed time, and the war soon spread throughout the city...

Victory was right in front of them, within reach, but Hong Futian couldn't believe it. How could the demon army collapse so easily? The most important thing was, where was Mr. Half-Demon Ma? Was he really dead?

Hong Futian did send four casual cultivators to carry out the assassination mission, but he never expected the mission to be completed. It was just one step in a series of plans to keep the half-demon's attention in the city.

It was not until the battle on the sea was almost over and more than 300 warships successively lowered the flag of the self-sacrificing country snake that Hong Futian ordered the casual cultivator army to march towards Talang City. It was from this moment that he also noticed signs of losing control.

The casual cultivators had already fallen into an excited state. Before Hong Futian gave the order, hundreds of casual cultivators flew to Talang City on their own initiative and brought back news, claiming that the whole city was in chaos, humans and demons were fighting, the half-demon Mr. Ma was dead, the demon master Mu Xingqiu appeared, etc. They were very proud of their brave actions and did not notice that they were acting against orders.

More and more casual cultivators left the array and headed for Talang City. Hong Futian had no choice but to order to enter the city, and he was very surprised to hear the news of Mu Xingqiu at this time and place.

The battle in the city was even more intense than that on the sea. There were fights and shouts everywhere in the streets, courtyards, and houses. There was no command, no rules, and even no purpose. Everyone defended themselves, and the monsters protected themselves. No one trusted anyone. The message of the flesh sacrifice had already spread throughout the city. Humans and humans, monsters and monsters also did not trust each other.

After flying half a circle around the city, Hong Fu finally realized that this unexpected victory was not in his control at all. In fact, victory was not in anyone's hands.

Order must be restored, which is more important than anything else, but Hong Futian has lost control of his own army. The scattered cultivators enthusiastically joined the battle and fought with the sorcerer over the city. There were only a dozen followers left around him, and the order could not be passed on at all.

"What happened?" The joy of victory disappeared from Hong Futian's heart, and he began to suspect that the chaos in front of him was the magic of the half-demon.

The ban has disappeared, and people can fly freely everywhere. Hong Futian brought his loyal followers into Talang City and tried to gather the scattered cultivators from all over the place. The gap between humans and demons is too deep and cannot be solved immediately. At least humans should unite together.

This move has little effect. The scattered cultivators are excited to kill and do not understand the importance of gathering. They followed Hong Futian not far before they were attracted by the nearby magic. They shouted and left the team to chase, thinking that this is the bravest way. The scattered cultivators value their master. When one person fights, he will always take away three or five companions.

Hong Futian began to worry until he saw a scattered cultivator standing on the roof and casting spells with more than ten companions.

"Wu Tongshi!"

The young cultivator was stunned for a moment when he heard the call, and then flew to Hong Futian happily and saluted in the air, "Master Hong, you are here too. Look, we have won a great victory and have captured Talang City!"

Hong Futian was not so optimistic, "Why are you here? Where are the others? Where is Mr. Half Demon Ma?"

Wu Tongshi was one of the four cultivators who participated in the assassination of the half demon. He said with a smile: "We got separated. They probably went to the palace again. The half demon has been killed by Mu Xingqiu."

"Did you see it with your own eyes?"

"A half demon told us. He recognized Mu Xingqiu."

"Half demon?"

"He said his name is Yin Bushen. In the past..."

Hong Futian flew quickly to the palace. He had to find out the truth as soon as possible. There were spells and magic flying everywhere. Hong Futian couldn't fly in a straight line. He could only go around and around. After a long time of circling, he entered the palace. When he looked back, there were only five followers behind him.

Hong Futian also dismissed the five people. The whole battle was completely out of control. There might be traps in the palace. There was no need to take others with him.

He went straight to the back garden, hoping to see the body of the half-demon. As long as Mr. Ma was dead, no matter how big the chaos was, it was worth it.

When passing the courtyard in front of the palace, Hong Futian saw another scene. The battle here was over, leaving more than a hundred corpses. The old king of the Talang Kingdom was leading a group of servants and ministers to kneel on the ground and beg loudly. The ancient gods, the demons, the Taoists, and various legendary gods were all called. As long as they could survive, they were willing to offer their so-called loyalty to any party.

Hong Futian flew over their heads and was almost regarded as a life-saving god.

The prince who responded to the casual cultivators was a prince. He had gathered a large number of talisman masters under his command. At this time, he was fighting with the demons outside the palace. He probably didn't care about the safety of the palace and his father.

The back garden was still quiet. Whether out of fear or admiration, neither humans nor demons rushed into the residence of the half-demon.

His heart sank. The Great Body Sacrifice was actually going on! The chaos between humans and demons was the order of the half-demons. Blood and emotions became the source of power.

Hong Futian was horrified. Not only did the Rogue Cultivator army fail to stop the physical sacrifice, but they also became part of the sacrifice. This was all his fault. He was blamed for his lack of careful consideration beforehand and his failure to control the situation during the war.

For a moment, he wanted to run away, because there was no point in staying. He was no match for the half-demon, and he couldn't stop the physical sacrifice. Returning to the streets outside, he might have time to take away some casual cultivators.

But he finally pulled out the magic sword and took out three idols in his left hand. He couldn't imagine how he would face the world's loose cultivators after escaping this disaster. Death was the easier choice.

The sword and the idol were all his hope.

Just as Hong Futian was about to use his demon-slaying technique, a face suddenly appeared from the window on the roof. It was the half-demon Yin Bu Shen. He hissed at him with a serious expression, and then waved him in.

Hong Futian and Yin Buchen were not friends, let alone trust each other, but at this moment, the half-demon's wet eyes actually made him feel a little relieved. Hong Futian hesitated for a while, then flew to the window. When he saw the three casual cultivators inside, he felt more at ease, so he entered the room through the window.

The tables and chairs in the room were piled up to the wall, and there was a person sitting in the middle. It looked like he was Mr. Half-Magic, and he was also the one who cast the mysterious spell.

The three casual cultivators and the half-demon Yin Buchen were sitting around seven feet away from the half-demon. No spells were emitted from their bodies, and they seemed to be just watching.

There was also an ordinary human sitting on a chair in the corner, holding a black jade statue in his hands, looking at the half-demon with a slightly panicked expression, obviously not understanding what was happening here at all.

The three casual cultivators made room for Hong Futian and nodded respectfully to him, but did not speak.

Full of suspicion, Hong Futian put away his magic sword, still holding the wooden statue in his hand, and sat on the empty seat. After a moment, his heart was shocked.

The strange spell he felt outside the building is now clearer. Mr. Ma is indeed absorbing the power of the whole city. The power comes from high emotions and broken flesh and blood. But what shocks Hong Futian is that these powers actually have Quite a bit of it went into his body and stayed.

He looked at Yin Buchen and the three casual cultivators in surprise. They were concentrating on receiving the power and could not bear to move their eyes.

Hong Futian was confused as to why Mr. Ma was so kind and shared the benefits of the physical sacrifice? He couldn't feel at ease. He would rather absorb less power and find out what was going on.

The black jade statue in the hands of ordinary humans in the corner attracted his attention.

"Hello." Hong Futian said in a very low voice, "My name is Hong Futian. I am a non-demon cultivator. May I ask your surname?"

"My name is Shen Xiuming." The man's voice trembled slightly, "I have heard of your name. Are you also Mu Xingqiu's friend?"

Hong Futian nodded, "It is rumored that Mu Xingqiu is in the city. Is it true?"

Shen Xiuming glanced at the black jade statue in his hand and said blankly: "I don't know, he seems to be right next to me, but also seems to be thousands of miles apart..."

Yin Buchen stood up and said, "Let me explain. I sucked in enough force, and it overflowed when it was full. Don't suck in too much."

Hong Futian knew a little about Yin Buchen, but he felt that these words were not like his style, but without specifying it, he stood up and walked with the half-demon to the window facing the sea.

"The sacrificial warships are also in chaos." Yin Buchen said.

Hong Futian saw that the melee between humans and monsters in Tidelang City affected the Sheguoshen monsters on the ship. They would naturally suspect that the solicitation and promises made by the casual cultivators were all lies. Some of the warships escaped, while others Approach the shore, or even fly over the city to join the melee.

"It's all my fault." Hong Futian sighed. He started this battle, but he was unable to control the direction of the situation, and he couldn't even hold on to the victory.

"Predicting the future is a very dangerous thing, and trying to control everything is even more dangerous. Both the demon clan and the orthodox have made many mistakes in this regard. Only when the truth comes out can you know whether you did something wrong or not."

Hong Futian looked at the half-demon in surprise, and memories from the past flashed through his mind, "You're not... you are..."

"Can you keep it a secret?"

Hong Futian looked back and saw that the three casual cultivators were still absorbing strength. Shen Xiuming was still staring at Mr. Ma. They were more than ten steps apart, but they couldn't hear the voice at the window. "I can keep it secret, even if it has to be done for this." Pay the price with your life.”

"This is very important." Yin Buchen said in a voice that was not his own, and his serious expression was very different from his usual, "The demons are executing a huge plan, and the half-demon is just a tool. If they succeed, Humans and monsters have no hope of winning. I need to keep it secret and need your help. "

Mu Xingqiu got some very important information from the half-demon's memory, which was more important than the half-demon thought.