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Chapter 299: The Battle of the Nanli Dynasty

In a city on the border of the Nanli Dynasty.

"Master, there has been no response from the reinforcements from the four holy places."

A sect disciple stepped forward to report.

The old master's already pale face had a few more wrinkles. 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 sects in the Nanli Dynasty, cultivating a steady stream of Qi cultivators. No matter what their status is in the Middle-earth, in the Nanli Dynasty, they are comparable to the holy land families in the nine heavens and ten earths.

"Brother Yang, these beasts are nothing to worry about. The worst that can happen is that we will perish together with them."

A man in a green Confucian robe stepped forward.

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

The old sect leader said helplessly.

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

Every throne has the strength of the upper third rank.

They were merely objects to be eliminated.

"You can burn bamboo but you can't break its joints. This is not an empty saying from our ancestors!"

The man in the Confucian robe stood tall and straight, his righteous spirit as solid as substance.

"That's true, but the gap in power between the two is too big. After all, that 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."

"boom!!"

"Boom!!"

The man in the Confucian robe wanted to say something when a huge roar was heard outside the city.

"not good!"

The old sect leader's face changed, and he quickly typed out a line of gilded words, flew high in the sky on the golden words, and turned into a stream of light.

They arrived at the city gate in an instant.

A ten-foot-long gap appeared before everyone's eyes.

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

The elderly clan leader gave orders rationally.

"it is good!"

Everyone responded in unison.

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

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

With a loud bang, the formation was shattered.

Taking advantage of the broken entrance, he tried to get in.

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

Want to block the entrance.

"What a great way to decide the fate of a world with just one stroke of the pen."

A two-meter-tall demon man wearing green scales and having a dragon tail appeared in the air.

Both sides of his face were covered with the green scales of a dragon, and his body muscles were black, extremely strong and huge.

His pupils were blue-black and as poisonous as a snake's.

His eyes were filled with fanatical fighting spirit.

"Humph!"

The man in the Confucian robe 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, don't even think about escaping."

At the same time, another demon man with an eagle-hook 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 Lord of the Jiaolong Clan, and the Kunpeng Prince of the Kunpeng Clan."

The man in the Confucian robe had a very solemn expression on his face.

These two were both the strongest among the younger generation of the demon race, and their strength was extremely terrifying.

The human race's Nascent Soul cultivator, the Vajra Warrior, would probably not last even a breath at the hands of the opponent!
"Humph! You naive and pedantic poor creatures. The four great holy places of Nanli are now unable to take care of their own affairs. How can they come to save you?"

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

The Blue-Eyed Dragon King 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 most desired was to fight against an opponent of equal strength.

But along the way, no one could withstand a single blow from them.

"That's because the various countries in the Middle-earth are in turmoil and are too busy to take care of themselves. If the geniuses of our human race were all gathered together, there would be no time for you to be so rampant."

The man in Confucian robe said loudly.

"Ant! You still talk so much!"

Anger flashed across Prince Kunpeng's face, and he turned into a shadow and disappeared on the spot.

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

"The human race will win!"

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

"I use myself as a pen and the world as a 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 sent a faint voice to the person behind him:

"Take this city."

He raised his big hand and transformed it into a green-eyed dragon that was a hundred meters long.

"Roar!"

The dragon was turning the sky and the earth upside down, and the next second, dark clouds suddenly covered the sky and strong winds arose.

Immediately following a ray of lightning, a white light enveloped the entire formation, and the formation was shattered.

“——Buzz!!”

The melodious sound of the horn sounded.

Dense demon army rushed in from the border of Dongzhou.

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

The minotaur soldiers riding on tall three-meter-tall desert scorpions, wielding broadswords, indiscriminately hacked and killed the monks who were resisting in the city.

There were also snake-like warriors moving quickly on the sand, holding guns and shields, and giant rhinos with red eyes running wild, charging into the crowd.

Prince Kunpeng was suspended in the air, flapping his wings continuously, sneering:

"The human race is nothing more than this."

Seeing the gates of the city being broken open, the Blue-Eyed Dragon King transformed into a human again and said calmly: "We must seize all the key points before the human army returns to defend. By then, the situation will be more favorable to our demon race and the losses will be minimized."

"This is a rare opportunity that God is helping our demon race."

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

the other side.

The Dayan army marched towards Jiayuguan in a mighty force.

After Lu Mingyuan said goodbye to Luo Qiufu, he set out on his return journey.

He planned to instruct the guards of Jiayu Pass about the joint military expedition with the Jinwu Kingdom.

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

The defense line of the Northern Great Wall is extremely long, and it is impossible for a single country to resist all attacks.

Lu Mingyuan didn't want to help the Nanli Dynasty, but he couldn't let the wild demon tribe seize the destiny of Middle-earth.

Is it reasonable to let the demons take away the destiny and fortune?

On the way back, Lu Mingyuan sat in the Nine Dragon Chariot.

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

"Where does your news come from?"

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

After all, they are almost across the Da Yan front, which means there must be a special way within the sect.

Yun Qinghe had been resting with her eyes closed. When she heard Lu Mingyuan's question, she slowly opened her 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 his way, and he vows to kill all the demons in the world."

"I remember that person, wasn't he Xu Changqing?"

Yun Qinghe shook his head: "No, when has Xu Changqing ever been to the Western Wilds? This person is a young genius who practices both Taoism and martial arts. His name is Lin Yan."

"Dual cultivation of Taoism and martial arts?"

Lu Mingyuan muttered.

He has been on the path of cultivation for so long.

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

I have also seen people who practiced both Buddhism and Taoism, such as the Fairy Cihang Sui Yuqing.

There are also those who practice both Confucianism and martial arts. In the academy, some scholars are both civil and military.

Practicing both Taoism and martial arts, this was the first time he heard of someone who had reached a very high level of cultivation.

"He was born in a noble family, just like me, and is the descendant of a sword immortal, but he is very poor. His mother was killed by a demon tribe when he was young. Because he was not talented enough, he was trained in the Northwest Army. He grew up with his father and fought against the demon tribe for many years. He absorbed a lot of demon blood and got a chance to awaken a new physique. Only then did he step into the ranks of Qigong practitioners."

Yun Qinghe seemed to know his life story very well and gave it a brief account.

Descendant of a sword master from the Middle Ages.

including herself.

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

My background has always been very vague.

"I was born in a small town in Dongtian. There are many people of my age, and I have a father and a mother." Yun Qinghe narrated calmly.

"And my grandfather was a sword immortal who ascended to the upper realm in the Middle Ages."

"So our family has been the most advanced sword family since a thousand years ago. But as you know, the Middle Earth went to war with the Wilderness. My parents died in a great battle, and I was stranded in the human world and became an orphan. I was accepted as a disciple by a senior from the Tianshi Mansion."

Obviously it was extremely tragic, but in Yun Qinghe's words, it seemed extremely understated.

However, Lu Mingyuan knew the story behind this.

It is definitely not something that can be explained in just a few words.

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

"He is in the barren mountains within the Wilderness Demon Clan. There is a piece of his territory there. This is the news he brought back at the risk of his life."

"I see."

After hearing this, Lu Mingyuan suddenly realized.

(End of this chapter)