Chapter 408 Pressure Increases

"Over there!"

"Did you see them?!"

"Yes! Less than ten!"

"Do you want to call for support?"

"What a joke, you need to call for support for this Wu Gu tribe, is your Huahai cultivation fake? Hurry up and catch up!"

"...Here we go."

The two Renzong cultivators followed the Wu Gu tribe's traces they had discovered before, and flew quickly on the Shiwan Mountains with flying instruments.

Both of them had Tongxuan cultivation, one stepped on a flying sword, and the other rode a gourd, while flying, they extended their spiritual sense and swept across the ground unscrupulously.

"Xuan Li, this area seems to be very dangerous recently." The man riding the gourd caught up and said, with a worried look on his face.

"I know." The man called Xuan Li looked calm, his eyes kept sweeping below.

"Then why are you here?!"

"Yuan Bo, do you have to be so scared? What was the cultivation level of those people before? What is the cultivation level of you and me?" Xuan Li said with a smile, "They are all little guys from Shao Wu Hall who are in the Concentration and Dan Formation Realm. If they die, they die. You and I are in the Huahai Realm, from Da Wu Hall."

"But..."

"You know the power of Gu worms. The great wizard has been killed by General Yuchi. The strongest of the remaining Wu Gu tribe is only at the Huahai Realm. We have to sacrifice all of them." Xuan Li said with a relaxed look, "Don't worry, my plan is just to explore the situation."

He patted Yuan Bo's shoulder: "If there is any situation, I will go back and report it first. I cherish my life more than you." He smiled slightly.

Looking at his smile, Yuan Bo also smiled, "That's good."

Suddenly, Xuan Li and Yuan Bo's smiles froze at the same time. They looked down instantly and saw a long spear rushing towards them from below. The cold light on the spear head was as sharp as frost!

Xuan Li reacted the fastest. He realized that the spear was coming towards him in an instant. He subconsciously took out the magic tortoise shell to resist. This was a spiritual defense magic weapon given by his master, which could block a blow from a Yuanying cultivator.

But the next moment, the spear flew in front of him, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

It can't be blocked.

This is not a Yuanying...

Bang! Swish!

The tortoise shell in Xuan Li's hand was shattered in an instant, and his body was shattered almost at the same time. A huge hole centered on his chest appeared on his body. Both shoulders were gone, and only the scalp was flying.

Yuan Bo watched in horror as his partner died beside him, with blood splashing on his face.

He urged the magic weapon to turn around and run, but he couldn't walk. Looking down, a man in black flew up into the air with his feet off the ground, reaching out to grab the stem of his treasure gourd.

His body suddenly lost control and fell sharply. Yuan Bo screamed and was pulled down while riding on the treasure gourd.

...

Inside Nanzhao City.

In the pure white sable fur tent of the commander.

Yuchi Songxu sat on a huge throne like an emperor's throne, still naked except for a piece of cloth around his waist, with strong muscles and a strong body. On the tent behind the seat, hung a black sword, which was the general's ceremonial sword.

Compared with Ning Wuxie, he was almost like a giant, with a difference of three times in size. It was no wonder that he could be invincible on the battlefield of mortals. He entered the Tao with physical cultivation and was born with a fierce body. The more battlefields were covered with millions of corpses and blood, the more he could feel his own avenue.

But now, he sat on the chair, his expression was solemn, his eyes were terrified, his forehead was sweating, and he was holding a jade slip in his hand, reading the information inside.

He read it once, then read it again, and finally put the jade slip aside gently.

Ye Qingxuan was angry.

Because of his big fight in Chouyun River, Renzong was under great pressure outside, including manpower and public opinion.

Confucianism can no longer tolerate it, and Xuan Qin also refuses to cooperate anymore. They all want the Human Sect to give an explanation.

But Yuchi Songxu is still here, wasting money and manpower, asking Bacheng to continue to subsidize and apply for more Human Sect practitioners.

"Damn it, isn't that what war is like!" Yuchi Songxu said angrily, but his voice was very low, as if he was afraid that someone would hear it.

Thinking of Ye Qingxuan, the tall and thin man, he couldn't help but feel a sense of fear.

He should have reached the peak of the Heavenly Immortal Realm?

Yuchi Songxu felt a chill on his back. The Immortal Saint Realm that had not been touched for ten thousand years was probably going to be taken by Ye Qingxuan first.

He was indeed a genius unparalleled in the world...

Ye Qingxuan asked him to shrink, immediately end the war with the Wu Gu Clan and the Ai Xue Cult, and send three-quarters of the Human Sect disciples back to guard the artifact with a small force like Nalan Tianying.

"But I don't even know where the artifact is now!" Yuchi Songxu cursed, frowning, and the naked women serving him knelt down quickly.

He held his forehead with his hand, struggling. He knew that his difficulties were far more than that. The Wu Gu tribe's hometown had been razed by him, and the remaining Wu Gu tribe would definitely fight him to the death. He would never be able to get away.

After arriving at the bank of the Chouyun River, he had been looking for the legendary artifact Ai Xue Dao, so he launched an attack on Ai Xue Cult. The Wu Gu tribe just ran into the muzzle of the gun because the other party's words were not good, and he looked down on this group of southern barbarians and wanted to destroy them together.

As a result, now Ai Xue Cult has directly hidden its traces and it is difficult to find it. Only the Wu Gu tribe is left to entangle with him endlessly.

"General Yuchi!" The messenger shouted outside the door.

"Speak."

"It's Fang Xuanli and Yuan Bo from the Great Martial Hall of the Human Sect. The life books of the two have just been broken!"

"Great Martial Hall?" Yuchi Songxu's eyes widened.

"That's right, the fate book tracked the residual soul and found that it was outside the Macang Mountain."

Yuchi Songxu's eyes lit up, "Macang Mountain, Macang Mountain again!"

"Give me armor!" He shouted, turning around and taking off the black sword hanging behind the throne.

As he took the sword into his hand, the "Five Hundred Evil Tigers" stationed on the left and right of the snow-white tent, Yuchi Songxu's personal soldiers, all instantly felt the general's call. Everyone immediately put down what they were doing, picked up their weapons and assembled quickly!

When Yuchi Songxu walked out of the tent in a heroic black armor, the five hundred evil tigers had all assembled. Everyone held a long spear and lined up in a neat queue. Everyone was silent and motionless, with only the murderous aura rising to the sky.

This is a team of iron soldiers, absolutely loyal to Yuchi Songxu, and each of them has a certain level of cultivation, but they don't know how to fight, can't control swords and weapons, and the only method they practice is Yuchi Songxu's blood sand evil tiger formation, so that they contribute their cultivation to become a collective and serve as Yuchi Songxu's most powerful magic weapon!

"Let's go to Magang Mountain!"

...

Near Magang Mountain.

Ning Wuxie and Xuan'er, led by Chi Niang, walked into an extremely hidden underground cave.

"Is Ai Xue Cult hidden here?" Ning Wuxie asked, dragging a person in his hand, who was Yuan Bo from before, and was already unconscious.

"Yes." Chi Niang nodded, "After Yuchi Songxu started fighting, they immediately hid... Only a few Wu Gu people know where they are."

"Are all the people in Ai Xue Cult Wu Gu people?"

"Basically, they are, but there are also people of Central Plains descent. The earliest Ai Xue Cult people were all Central Plains people." Chi Niang said.

As they were walking, they suddenly heard the sound of gurgling water, which should be an underground river, but what they smelled was not the cold and astringent smell of the underground river, with some sulfuric acid smell.

But the smell of blood.

On the wall of the cave in front, a fluctuating red water light suddenly appeared. There was a corner of the cave passage, as if there was a red water surface inside, reflecting the light.

Ning Wuxie and Xuan'er walked over and saw a blood-red lake on the ground with scarlet water flowing through it. This should be an underground branch of the Chouyun River.

A group of skinny people in black robes huddled against the stone wall, looking like they were starving to death.