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Chapter 310: The reputation of the Zhenbei Army, the origin of Longding Mountain, and how to enter Longding Mountain
Winter is approaching.

On the battlefield, Xiao Feng was solemn. The Zhenbei Iron Cavalry, wearing black armor, holding dark long-handled swords, and wearing cold and terrifying ghost masks, charged towards the densely packed demon army in front of them.

Like a sharp knife, it pierced directly into the abdomen of the demon army.

The entire battlefield was filled with a murderous atmosphere of swords and horses.

The Zhenbei Iron Cavalry was very well equipped. Each person was equipped with three top-quality war horses and carried many weapons. Among them, the dragon-scale horses were also equipped with heavy armor, which enabled them to advance forward on the battlefield and change tactics flexibly.

Even the Demon King would have a headache facing such an iron cavalry composed of elite warriors.

"Roar!"

A hyena demon king suddenly roared, and the dull roar like thunder could actually shatter all the small stones on the ground.

Even so, the Zhenbei soldiers before them showed no intention of retreating.

They used their vital energy to wrap their eardrums to protect them from the sound waves. A team of 500 people instantly formed a turtle circle facing the hyena demon king in front of them.

The hyena demon king looked down on them and snorted coldly, "Damn human, do you think you can trap me like this? You're courting death!"

He swung the bloody knife in his hand and smashed it at the soldier in front of him.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Seeing the Demon King taking action, ten soldiers raised their shields at the same time. The large shields that could cover the entire person were embedded in the ground, making an iron echo.

With a "bang", ten people just blocked the attack.

The remaining people took out the black objects from the war horses beside them, mounted their crossbows and shot arrows.

The rain of arrows fell like a waterfall, piercing into the demon king's body, and bursts of angry roars were heard.

"How is it? Our Zhenbei Army's Golden Crow Crossbows are not good, right?"

A two-meter-tall human man walked out from the crowd. He was wearing a black Pixiu heavy armor and his wristbands were purple-gold. He smiled faintly, then turned into a shadow and came behind the demon king.

"Puch" sound.

He directly inserted his palm into the demon king's chest and took out the bloody demon pill.

Having lost the demon pill, the demon king naturally died of exhaustion and soon fell to the ground.

This person was none other than the third adopted son of King Zhenbei, the brave and martial general Yang Cunxiao.

Yang Cunxiao was born in Borderland China, a hybrid of a demon and a human, with some earth demon blood in his body, which gave him natural supernatural powers. He could lift nine tripods, and he was huge in size. At the age of eight, he was much taller than his peers, so he was rejected by others.

Fortunately, the King of Zhenbei trusted his talents and adopted him as his son, allowing him to serve the court at the Northern Great Wall.

Yang Cunxiao looked forward with a steady gaze and continued to issue military orders: "Another one fell, keep killing!"

He was extremely tall, with strong arms that were much thicker than the thighs of the soldiers beside him. He looked like a human-shaped beast.

This scene was just a small episode in the entire battlefield.

Similar scenarios continue to occur.

The demon kings and demon lords in the demon army were all surrounded by the flags of the Dayan Army and were caught in a bitter battle.

Almost all the demon tribes discovered that the army before them was more elite than any army they had faced before.

From soldiers to generals, no one is easy to deal with.

Even the Demon Lord of the tenth realm was no match for the three brave human generals he faced.

The army of Dayan was approaching the area where the Longding Mountain Cave Heaven was located at an extremely fast speed, and had already torn a crack in the encirclement of the demon clan. Wherever they went, there was blood.

Lu Mingyuan, who was watching the battle at the entrance of the palace in the sky, looked down and nodded with satisfaction:
"No wonder these three can become the adopted sons of King Zhenbei. Each of them has his own abilities."

"It seems that the Zhenbei Army has been able to guard the border for sixty years and remain standing, relying on its own strength."

Qi Muxue also nodded slightly: "The cultivation level of the King of Zhenbei is even higher than that of the Marquis of Guanjun. Thirty years ago, he had already entered the Vajra Realm. Now he may have entered the eleventh realm of immortalization. Each of the several adopted sons he trained has extremely high talent and potential."

After hearing this, Lu Mingyuan understood.

Why was my father so wary of the northwest region when he was in power?

It is the power in the hands of King Zhenbei that can pose a great threat to the Great Yan court.

With such a powerful army, no matter whether it is a small country or a big country, he can afford to offend it and he can completely establish himself as an emperor.

Lu Mingyuan would not be as suspicious as Emperor Yong'an.

That is a manifestation of lack of confidence.

It was the declining fortunes of the Great Yan that made Emperor Yong'an so afraid of Prince Zhenbei's rebellion.

If the country's fortunes had always been on the rise, such a thing would never have happened.

Lu Mingyuan is confident that he can suppress the King of Zhenbei.

In addition, with Yang Yingchan around, Lu Mingyuan was the crown prince, and before attacking the capital, he had made an agreement with the King of Zhenbei.

I absolutely support the King of Zhenbei guarding the northwest for generations and will never ask any questions.

There will be no conflicts of interest between the two for the time being.

Lu Mingyuan looked at the huge stone stove platform under the floating palace and saw the vast mountain range covered with scars.

"Boom!"

The suspended golden palace shook violently. After Lu Mingyuan stood firm, he found that they had hit a wall of air.

"This seems to be a no-fly barrier. Judging from its structure, it is not set up by ordinary cultivators. It seems we have arrived." The chess master looked outside the door, nodded his head, stroked his beard and said.

"Longding Mountain."

Lu Mingyuan looked down and saw a red mountain range over a thousand miles long in front of him. It was a red rock structure wrapped in a huge formation, and it exuded a majestic atmosphere.

It is the destination of this trip, Longding Mountain.

This place is the entrance to the ancient immortal ruins cave where all the major forces, humans and demons continuously transport troops. Recently, Longding Mountain has been busier than ever. Every moment, a large number of flying boats and treasure ships fly in from all directions, transporting a large number of cultivators here.

The demon army also set up a large number of ambushes here, waiting for the human race to fall into their trap.

But Lu Mingyuan knew clearly that the real battlefield should still be in the cave.

The golden monks led by Shenshu Bodhisattva, the military strategists and sword practitioners of the Confucian Temple, and the armies of various dynasties, including the Nanli Dynasty, should all be in the cave.

Dayan is a latecomer.

Obviously, everyone's target is the ascension platform.

"We are almost at the entrance of Longding Mountain. How do we get in?"

Lu Mingyuan couldn't help but wonder.

Qi Muxue smiled and said, "Husband, do you know why Longding Mountain is called Longding Mountain?"

"why?"

Lu Mingyuan really didn't know about this.

The origin of this mountain range is a little too obscure. If it weren’t for the fact that Longding Mountain is the battlefield of Tianbaozhou, it would probably not be known to the world.

Qi Muxue explained: "Because there was a ten-winged fire dragon under the command of the God of Fire. It once guarded the top of the mountain, watching over the hottest furnace in the world."

"This furnace was once the source of fire for humans in the mythological era. If you want to use fire, you must borrow the fire from the God of Fire."

"Logically, the Fire God is dead now, and the Ten-Winged Fire Dragon under his command is no longer in the human world. However, the Fire God Cult's scriptures record that the remaining soul of the Ten-Winged Fire Dragon still remains inside this mountain. Whenever someone approaches the top of the mountain, they can hear the dragon's roar, so it is named Dragon Peak Mountain."

Lu Mingyuan nodded and asked, "What does this have to do with entering the cave?"

"She's right."

The chess master at the side walked out of the hall at some point, his eyes full of admiration.

"If we want to enter the cave, we must disturb the ancient dragon soul here again. Bodhisattva Shenshu and Gangzhu destroyed the mountain wall in a war, so they disturbed the dragon soul and were teleported to the cave. We also need to find the dragon soul here."

"If you want to enter the Dragon Peak Mountain Cave Heaven, you need to find the former dragon soul? This mountain is not small, it will probably be very difficult."

Lu Mingyuan looked around the area around Longding Mountain.

I don’t know which mountain range the dragon soul is located in.

"Your Majesty, there is a city occupied by the demon tribe ahead. A large demon is invading, and the army is at a standstill."

At this moment, a sword cultivator from the Lei Chi Taoist Academy came over with a sword and reported to Lu Mingyuan.

"Oh? What about the three generals?"

"We are fighting the enemy in the front, and the situation is very fierce." The swordsman replied with a worried look on his face.

"Go and have a look."

After hearing this, Lu Mingyuan decided to take a look at the situation ahead.

As a result, the chess master standing next to him did not move at all.

"Senior, aren't you going?"

"They are just a few demon kings. Just take care of them."

After leaving a few words, the chess master turned around and went back to the hall.

When Lu Mingyuan heard this, he was speechless.

I feel at a loss.

I thought that after becoming a chess master, everything would go smoothly for me.

But it seems like I'm the only one doing the hard work?

The battlefield ahead.

The leading figures of the three major races of demons gathered together. They were all powerful and renowned demons who could be listed in the Atlas of Ten Thousand Demons. They exerted a tremendous pressure on many cultivators.

now.

The three great generals Yang Cunxiao, Yang Zaixing and Yang Zhaoyuan were all present.

Prince Kunpeng, holding a trident, said coldly: "Why don't you quickly call out your emperor? With your cultivation, it's not worth mentioning."

"Your Majesty, you don't need to take action. I am enough."

Yang Zhaoyuan was holding a belt, which looked quite heavy. It was made of ten curved pieces of jade. There were some mysterious marks and patterns on each piece of jade.

He mobilized his vital energy and injected it into his belt. Suddenly, endless blood mist appeared before his eyes, and there was a deafening sound of war drums, as if a large group of cavalry were rushing towards him.

"Wow—"

Twelve majestic figures in armor emerged from the sea of ​​blood, stood on the surface, and performed a variety of unfathomable moves.

The palm technique is majestic and powerful.

The shooting is as illusive as a shadow.

The sword technique created the world.

Twelve human figures, twelve kinds of martial arts.

Yang Zhaoyuan then buckled the belt around his body, mobilized his vital energy, and injected it into it.

"Kaka!"

The jade belt immediately emitted a golden and blood-red glow, and scales grew out of it, spreading from the waist, and finally wrapping up Yang Zhaoyuan's entire body.

The golden armor was shining brightly, with star-like points of light flickering inside the armor.

Yang Zhaoyuan clenched his fists, and suddenly, the armor made a rustling sound, and the figures of twelve generals appeared in all directions.

(End of this chapter)