Chapter 301 The War Ends

At dusk, on the distant horizon, a gray world covered the sky and the sun, like a dark cloud before a storm, and began to slowly move towards Qingyun Sect.

Wherever it passed, life was cut off. Whether it was ordinary animals or monsters, they all lost their vitality silently after coming into contact with this gray world and turned into a corpse.

After contact, the grass and trees also withered one after another, and even the earth was stained with a layer of faint black, turning into a dead land and becoming an excellent place to raise corpses. If there is no external influence, I am afraid that this land will not recover for a hundred years.

In the gate of Qingyun Sect, in the solemn hall, all the cultivators looked at the scene sent back from the front line, and their eyes were indescribably solemn.

Everyone present knew that the blood feud that had lasted for three thousand years in the Lingnan Xiuxian land was finally about to come to an end today.

The war began just like this, without even any signs.

There were no frontline probing, no rear harassment, and no earth-shaking announcements.

There was just an afternoon like usual. Under such a lazy and sleepy sunshine, a gray world, like this, silently covered the front line with the undead that had accumulated for decades.

And from the beginning, the demon cultivators went all out.

It was not even like the previous wars, where a tide of corpses mixed with demon cultivators attacked the front line, but directly pressed the undead disaster.

The Qingyun Sect could only have the next battle if it blocked it, and if it could not, it would be directly taken away by the endless dead air in this gray world!

After thinking about this clearly, all the cultivators in the hall looked at the three Jindan Zhenren on the main seat.

The undead disaster in front of them was no longer something that ordinary cultivators could resist. Once anyone touched it, they would be corroded into a corpse or bones.

Even the Jindan cultivators would probably die on the spot under such an almost endless death energy!

Therefore, if there is no effective means to solve this undead disaster, they may not even be able to stop the first attack of the demon cultivators!

Changqing Zhenren, who also realized this, faced the faintly expectant eyes of the crowd, without any panic on his face, but sat on the main seat with a calm face, as if the terrifying undead disaster in front of him could be easily broken.

Changqing Zhenren, who has lived for nearly 700 years, naturally knows that no matter how big the event is, even if the sky falls, the leader must remain calm and not show a trace of panic, otherwise the team will not be so easy to lead.

He slowly swept his eyes over the crowd in the field, and asked word by word, sentence by sentence, in a deep voice: "How is the great migration of mortal monks in the rear area going?"

Zhang Zhiming stood up immediately after hearing this: "More than 70% of the monks and mortals have moved to the spiritless land behind the mountain gate. Most of the remaining 30% are disobeying our orders and are unwilling to leave their homeland."

"Since they are unwilling to leave, then follow the plan and lay down a hidden hand to use them as a means to weaken the corpse tide!" Changqing Zhenren said coldly.

"Yes!" Zhang Zhiming's face turned cold when he heard the order.

I originally wanted to give them a way to live. Since they are so greedy for the money, don't blame me for being cruel.

For the victory of the war, the monks of Qingyun Sect will not be soft-hearted!

Immediately afterwards, Changqing Zhenren looked at Zhang Mengyao again: "How are your preparations?"

"Nearly 30,000 cultivators have been incorporated into the defense formation of the Qingyun Sect's mountain gate. Millions of spirit stones can be withdrawn at any time to replenish the formation consumption, war supplies, 3.21 million talismans of various types, 1.02 million pills for combat recovery, 37,000 standard spirit tools... everything is ready."

Changqing Zhenren nodded and looked at Zhang Hao, who immediately understood:

"Under my leadership, the formation masters in the sect have secretly tampered with the protective formations of the major cities and connected them with the underground spirit veins. Once there is something wrong, they can be detonated at any time and blown to pieces!"

Whether it is a large-scale retreat from the rear, or the deployment of troops, or even the secret transfer of new true disciples, one thing after another, things are constantly arranged in the sect hall.

And when it came to the end, after all the other things were discussed, all the cultivators in the hall fell into silence.

Next, the most critical and important question was:

How should they stop the undead disaster in front of them?

This was no longer a problem that the foundation-building period could handle, so almost all the foundation-building cultivators in the hall looked at Changqing Zhenren again.

Changqing Zhenren did not speak, but looked straight at the undead disaster in front of him, with his fingers bent, and kept tapping the chair arm with his knuckles, with an inexplicable look.

In the end, as if he had made up his mind, his face became extremely serious, and he looked directly at Lin Chen:

"How are you preparing?"

Hmm? !

Hearing this, all the cultivators in the hall looked at Lin Chen in unison, with surprise in their eyes.

Even ordinary Jindan cultivators dare not touch the edge of such an undead disaster, but the ancestor actually put the solution on the foundation-building true disciple in front of him?

Should we say that he is worthy of being away for nearly thirty years, but he still firmly holds the position of true disciple and keeps the mysterious true teachings hidden?

Sure enough, there was only a wrong name, not a wrong number. The mystery and terror of the opponent were not inferior to the top masters of Lingnan's immortal cultivation world!

However, the opponent was just a foundation-building cultivator, so how could he defeat the undead disaster that even a Jindan Zhenren could not resist? This was simply incomprehensible.

Although many of them knew about the creation of the Meteorite Mountain, and some of them even participated in it, only the three Jindan Zhenren of Qingyun Sect knew its true intention.

As for the other cultivators, no matter how much they speculated, they did not expect that Lin Chen actually planned to use this large mountain range of nearly a thousand meters and nearly 70% of the spiritual veins in the Qingyun Sect as high-altitude projectiles to smash the undead disaster!

Facing the surprised and puzzled eyes of the crowd, Lin Chen had no expression on his face, but said in a deep voice:

"The Meteorite Mountain has been created and can be launched at any time, but the selected position must be grasped well, otherwise, under the terrifying collision, it will not be to destroy the million corpses, but to perish together!"

After hearing this, Changqing Zhenren nodded solemnly.

During this period, he assisted Lin Chen in many experiments to launch the Meteorite Mountain. He had to conduct many attempts to drop objects from high altitudes in secret, so he could naturally guess its power vaguely and knew that what Lin Chen said was true.

If everything goes well, it may be possible to defeat the million corpses, but if something goes wrong, it is okay if the power is small, but if the power is too much, it will end up with both of them perishing!

Facing the surprised and puzzled eyes of the crowd, Changqing Zhenren actually said in a deep voice: "Just in case, I will let Junior Brother Zhentian assist you!"

What? !

Everyone in the venue changed their faces upon hearing this, and a huge wave of emotions surged in their hearts.

What exactly is this mysterious true disciple going to do next? He actually asked a Jindan ancestor to assist a foundation-building cultivator? !

This has never been heard of in the three thousand years of inheritance memory of Qingyun Sect.

Lin Chen felt the surprised gazes of the crowd, but nodded without any expression on his face: "Okay."

In Lin Chen's view, no matter who assists, no matter what his status and position are, it doesn't matter.

The only thing he cares about is the other party's ability, and Zhen Tian Zhenren's talent and talent in the art of formation can be called top-notch. In the outside world with abundant resources, he can definitely become a Yuanying Venerable who has been in power for three thousand years. Such a person is already qualified enough to assist him.

Zhen Tian Zhenren on the main seat also nodded in puzzled eyes and agreed to this arrangement.

Having lived for so many years, knowing that the situation is urgent, and having made extraordinary achievements in the art of formation, he naturally would not show his arrogant attitude so inappropriately.

"Since everything has been arranged, then next..." Changqing Zhenren stood up, slowly swept his eyes over the cultivators in the field, and said solemnly, "Everyone, start your own tasks."

"Who lives and who dies, who can win the final victory, and who controls the entire Lingnan palm, all depends on this battle. So everyone, please!"

"Yes!"

One after another, the spiritual light disappeared in the hall, and with the issuance of one command after another, the war machine of Qingyun Sect began to slowly turn.

The ground fire of Danxia Peak was fully opened, day and night, and a steady stream of ammunition was refined and distributed one after another. The cultivators of Lingfu Peak were drawing talismans day and night, and the people of the Law Enforcement Hall were doing their best to eliminate the demon cultivators who had been found in Zhongzongmen...

An atmosphere of urgency, solemnity, dark clouds pressing down on the city, and the approaching army enveloped the vast area of ​​Qingyun Sect.

Everything started to work at the moment when this undead disaster appeared.

Changqing Zhenren stood alone in the main hall of the sect, looking at the front line with a deep and solemn look: "This day has finally arrived... I only hope that the final victory belongs to us!"

At this moment, the front line.

Just when Changqing Zhenren and others were discussing the decision in the rear, the terrifying undead disaster had crossed over from the distant horizon and arrived in front of the huge city wall on the front line!

At this time, the monks on the front-line city wall looked down and could clearly see the dense, endless and boundless corpse tide, as well as the ferocious and pale looks on their faces that were full of desire for life!

Afterwards, under the desperate gaze of the monks on the city wall, this gray, lifeless world slammed into the formation on the city wall!