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Chapter 862 Everyone Shows Their Means
At the southernmost tip of Hushan State, in addition to Nanku City, which was briefly occupied by the Taiyin Sect, there are several acropolises. Among them, Huanshui City, which connects the central area of ​​Hushan State, is the most prosperous.

This Acropolis has well-developed waterways from east to west, which run through most of the main areas of Hushan Kingdom, while the official roads from north to south lead directly to Haicheng in the north. Merchants and monks traveling from south to north like to gather in this city, and many businessmen even use this city as a transit point for goods.

At this moment, the city was filled with war. The waterways and land in the south of the city were crowded with armored soldiers. There was billowing smoke and dust everywhere, and the drums of war reached the sky. Arrows from the warships of both sides kept falling in the river, and the swords of the soldiers on land were as fast as lightning.

An elite force composed of tiger monsters, led by a tiger monster general, rampaged on the battlefield. They walked across the muddy ground stained with blood, stepped on the corpses lying on the ground, fearlessly attacked the enemy's defense line, and stabbed their long swords into the enemy's chest.

This was an army organized by the rebels of Nanku City attacking Huanshui City, trying to open up the road to the north. Fortunately, a bloody storm was set off in the territory of Hushan Kingdom. However, the king of Hushan Kingdom learned the news in advance and gathered heavy troops in Huanshui City to stop the attack of the rebels.

The current ruler of Hushan Kingdom is a tiger demon, who is selected by them every ten years. The elite force composed of tiger demons just now is the ruler's personal guard.

This battle, which was supposed to be a siege, turned into an encounter due to the defenders' active attack. The rebels were not well prepared for this, and the collapse of the first battle formation they had deployed on the front line seemed imminent.

At the critical moment, hundreds of Qigong practitioners suddenly appeared above the river. They controlled arrows with sword-controlling skills and cleared out the defenders on various defense lines of the river within a few breaths.

"How despicable!"

An angry shout rang out from a water fort at the river gate, and then a flash of green light streaked across the sky, destroying more than a dozen warships of the rebels. The soldiers on the warships were crushed by the surging green light before they even had time to react, and the surface of the river was dyed blood red in an instant.

The green light was a saber, and there was an invisible magic circle around it. This was the natal magic circle of a weapon cultivator, which meant that the one who had just taken action was an incoming weapon cultivator.

The weapon cultivator who succeeded in one strike did not stop killing. With the sound of breaking through the air caused by the saber, several more warships were cut off.

"when"

A Taoist priest holding a long sword appeared in the rebel army. An illusory golden light surrounded him and blocked the saber. He tried to smash the saber, but a recoil force appeared around the saber and shook the golden light away.

Then the weapon cultivators in the water stronghold stepped onto the clouds and rushed towards the rebel warships with dozens of Qigong practitioners. For a moment, the sky above the river was filled with cold light and countless flying swords collided.

On the rear wall, an altar was built at some point. The extended magic circle silently devoured the flesh and blood spirits produced on the battlefield. Beside the altar were dozens of monks wearing blue narrow-sleeved combat robes. The leader was Zi Luan, and next to him was Yueyang Taoist, the current head of the Yuqing Sect.

"It's still too slow. If we keep consuming like this, how long will it take to wipe out the rebels?"

Zi Luan frowned as he looked at the battlefield ahead, seemingly dissatisfied with the progress of the battlefield. His understanding of 'thunderous force' was to suppress the rebels instantly without any hindrance, rather than advancing slowly step by step.

Taoist Yueyang asked, "What do you think, fellow Taoist?"

Zi Luan glanced at Li Miaolin beside him and said, "Just use the side sect three realm cultivators. The southern region is full of rebels anyway, so it doesn't matter if we kill them all."

Taoist Yueyang's eyes flashed. Deep down in his heart, he also wanted to end things here quickly, but he was the head of the Yuqing Sect. On the surface, he ruled the cultivation world of Hushan Country, so naturally he couldn't say things so bluntly.

So he turned to look at the tiger demon at the bottom and asked, "Lord, what do you think?"

That was the king, Tiger Demon King Xia, who had just been promoted to the 'First Level of Fake Pills'. He was able to stand here and listen thanks to his status as king, but he never thought about speaking too.

"Our headmaster is asking you a question."

A Jade Purity Sect third-level cultivator next to him gently patted Wang Xia's broad shoulders when he was stunned.

Wang Xia shuddered all over, and quickly lowered his head in the face of the gazes of many Third Realm cultivators. He gritted his teeth and clasped his fists and said, "Don't bother me, seniors. I will organize the Qigong practitioners of each tribe to attack, and I will definitely push the battle line to the outside of Nanku City within three days!"

Zi Luan looked at the poor king and said expressionlessly: "You only have two days!"

Taoist Yueyang raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, but said nothing.

The king was silent for two breaths, and finally agreed: "Okay, then it will be two days."

After saying this, he bowed and said goodbye.

Half an hour later.

Dozens of inbound monks from Huanshui City, along with thousands of Qi-cultivators, joined the battlefield with an unmatched attitude, instantly defeating the three battle formations set up by the rebels, and continued to move southward at lightning speed, leaving almost no grass growing wherever they passed.

Zi Luan and others followed their pace of attack and really advanced to the outskirts of Nanku City within two days. In order to achieve this goal on time, the number of inbound monks sent to the battlefield has increased from dozens at the beginning to hundreds now.

In order to motivate these people to fight for their lives, the king promised them the privilege of plundering, so there was almost no one left alive in the southern tribes, and all their property was looted.

When they saw Nanku City, even dozens of second-level cultivators gathered there, wanting to get a piece of the pie in Nanku City.

The king naturally agreed.

Without any rest, the dozens of second-level cultivators who had just gathered together rushed directly to Nanku City without caring about their lives, looting the large tribes gathered around the city, which made the other incoming cultivators and Qi cultivators jealous, and they also rushed out without caring about their lives.

The war at this moment was no longer under the control of the king, and he was smart not to try to control it, nor did he join in the looting. Not only him, but all the monks with some wealth did not continue to participate in the looting.

There are also many desperate criminals in the cultivation world, especially those who are nearing the end of their lives, or cultivators who are so poor that they can barely make ends meet. For these cultivators, the dangers in Nanku City are no longer their primary concern.

Zi Luan and Yue Yang were still watching the show from a distance with the core members of their respective sects, waiting for the person who planned this chaos in Nanku City to show up, and then defeat him in one fell swoop to complete their mission.

"According to the intelligence, it was the Vajra Temple that was behind this incident. Is that true?"

As Li Miaolin spoke, he took out a stack of talismans from his storage bag and threw them towards Nanku City. Then a mysterious magic circle appeared around him.

After more than ten breaths.

Before the monks on the front line could enter Nanku City, a noisy sound was heard in the city, including shouts of killing and cries for help.

The crowd used their spiritual powers to probe into the city and saw some little demons on the streets indiscriminately attacking civilians like crazy. The city defense forces who were supposed to stop them did the same.

"As expected of the Taiyan Sect, this is a really good method."

A monk from the Jade Purity Sect spoke, and there was obvious sarcasm and slander in his words.

Li Miaolin didn't feel anything wrong at all, he smiled smugly and said, "It's just a little trick."

Not only did the monks of Yuqing Sect feel a chill when he smiled, but even the monks of Taiyan Sect felt a chill rising from their backs when they looked at their deputy leader.

At this time, a milky white light fell from the clouds into the city. Anyone who was illuminated by this light would have their flesh and blood disintegrated in an instant, and then turned into ashes as if melted by high temperature. The noisy sounds in the city stopped abruptly, and then the white light gathered towards the monks outside the city, and the speed was so fast that the monks outside the city could not avoid it at all.

The dozen or so second-level cultivators in the front subconsciously used their magic power or treasures to resist, but they were turned into ashes in just two breaths. Seeing this, the other cultivators immediately fled in all directions.

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

Beside Li Miaolin there were two third-level Taiyan monks. They pointed towards the clouds ahead at the same time, and suddenly hundreds of "sword talismans" appeared, covering the sky in an instant with cold light.

Following a crisp sound of metal collision, the scattered white light suddenly disappeared.

"You have destroyed the balance, so the only way to restore the balance is to eliminate you!" An illusory voice echoed between heaven and earth, and six monks in bright yellow Taoist robes emerged from an invisible light.

“Ji Min Hui?” Yue Yang frowned slightly, and after pinching out a spell with his left hand, a mysterious light appeared around him. He said to the other Yuqing cultivators, “Try to capture two alive.”

As soon as he finished speaking, colorful lights appeared in the sky. More than ten Yuqing three-level monks holding various magical instruments surrounded and killed the six monks of the "Jimin Society".

Zi Luan, however, ignored the battle above. He stared at Nanku City below, glanced at Yue Yang beside him, and after a little thought, he sacrificed a bronze sword. The moment the bronze sword appeared, it fell towards Nanku City, and at the moment of falling, it expanded to hundreds of feet. Seeing this, the other Taiyan sect monks behind him immediately formed a battle sequence in groups of five to deal with the battle that might occur at any time.

The powerful impact brought by the bronze sword split the earth in two before it landed. The wall of Nanku City collapsed instantly under the powerful pressure, and the city was about to be cut off like the earth.

"Dang~"

A golden light suddenly rose from inside the city, and the tension created blocked the bronze sword. The impact inertia caused by the collision quickly spread, causing the ground of nearly half of the city to collapse and the buildings to collapse directly.

The other half of the city was saved under the protective shield formed by the golden light. At the top of the golden light, a monk wearing a light yellow monk's robe and standing on a golden lotus looked at Zi Luan with a smile, "Daoyou Zi Luan, long time no see."

It was Ziluan’s good friend, Monk Mingxin.

Zi Luan looked at Ming Xin. The blocked bronze sword quickly returned to its original size and floated beside him. "Are you alone? Did the Vajra Temple ask you to come here to die?"

His tone seemed indifferent, but he was actually reminding Mingxin that this was a life-and-death battle.

"How will you know if you don't try?"

Monk Mingxin smiled and said, "We have known each other since we were practicing Qigong. So many years have passed and we haven't had a good fight. Now is a good opportunity."

As he spoke, a sky full of weapon cultivation arrays appeared above Nanku City. Those were arrays cast by ten weapon cultivators. At the same time, golden rays of light flashed all around.

"They cut off the transmission channel of the transfer array."

A Taiyan monk reminded in a low voice.

A dazzling golden light suddenly rose in the center of Nanku City and illuminated the earth. It was the core of a giant golden spirit formation, which was jointly constructed by ten golden spirit monks.

At this time, more than half of the Yuqing Sect monks who were besieging the "Jimin Society" stopped and gathered behind Taoist Yueyang again. They formed a special offensive formation in groups of three.

"It seems like you guys are deliberately luring us here." Zi Luan said in a relaxed tone, "If I'm not mistaken, your real target is Wolf Head Mountain?"

Monk Mingxin answered every question and said, "Back then, you joined forces with the Jimin Society to rob Shangqing Sect of a valuable treasure. Now we are just taking it back."

Zi Luan glanced at the members of the Ji Min Hui who were still fighting with the Yu Qing Sect monks in the sky, and said with a smile: "And you also called the Ji Min Hui, you are really vindictive."

As soon as he finished speaking, a few chaotic spirits appeared at the end of the northern sky. It was the battle between monks of high levels!
Li Miaolin asked impatiently, "Should we do it?"

Zi Luan stared at Monk Ming Xin, "Do you really think you can take down Wolf Head Mountain?"

"We should do our best and leave the rest to fate. We are just following fate. Why should we care too much about gains and losses and success or failure?"

"In that case, we have to do it."

Zi Luan made a gesture with his left hand and suspended the bronze sword in front of him. He raised his right hand and an ancient bronze bell appeared.

The other side saw this and took the initiative to attack...

I saw a sky full of magical weapons passing through the void with the support of the weapon cultivators' formation, accompanied by a piercing sonic boom. The next moment, the clouds in the sky were shaken away in an instant by the powerful air waves.

"Dangdangdang~"

The bronze bell in Zi Luan's hand instantly grew larger and spun rapidly, shaking away all the magic weapons that were charging at him. Then his voice penetrated the noise caused by the battle and fell into Ming Xin's ears: "You won't gain any benefit from Wolf Head Mountain."

...

Wolf Head Mountain.

Outside the defensive barrier, the side sect monks led by Luo Feng formed a large ambush formation. At this moment, Luo Feng was fighting alone against the six third-level side sect monks sent by the Vajra Temple. Two of them had been seriously injured and had to withdraw from the battlefield.

Their battlefield extended from the west side of Wolf Head Mountain to the vicinity of Broken Sky Mountains, leaving countless hideous sword marks on the ground in this area.

"Gentleman Sword Luo Feng, his reputation is indeed well-deserved!"

A voice suddenly sounded, followed by a golden light approaching rapidly from the west, and in the blink of an eye it appeared in front of Luo Feng's remaining four opponents.

It was Minghui, who was also Luo Feng's old rival. When he appeared, he maintained a magic spell with both hands, a brilliant mysterious light emerged behind him, and a cow's soul appeared above his head.

Luo Feng's eyes were solemn. He looked up at the blue sky above, because at this moment he felt a powerful energy approaching rapidly. Just as he was about to defend himself, a dazzling light suddenly appeared above the clouds.

At this moment, everyone on the battlefield sensed its presence. It was an energy shock that could be observed with the naked eye. It was the energy gathered by the flying boat of the Vajra Temple, and its target was Wolf Head Mountain!

At the same time, in the direction of Wolf Head Mountain, a beam of fire shot up into the sky and spread to the clouds, dyeing a large area of ​​the sky red, and then the abundant fire spirit energy quickly spread.

That is the fire spirit sacrificed by the boundless spirituality.

This is the method of the 'First Day'. All the spirituality that Zi Luan obtained from manipulating the war in the South is gathered here!
(End of this chapter)