Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 327: Coming and going like the wind, leaving no trace

The many masters who have dealt with black spirits for decades have different focuses on the language of the black spirit world. Even Zeng Wanglou, who joined later, can basically understand it.

Only Xu Yuanchang spent the least time and energy on this aspect, and he was always busy improving himself.

Fu Xianzhi was very experienced in asking the questions he wanted to know over and over again through the stimulation of the tortoise shell treasure, inducing the residual soul of King Wuyou to speak them out unconsciously. He pieced together the scattered information intermittently and then dug deeper into the aspects of interest to obtain more details.

They summarized, analyzed and organized the information, and verified and supplemented it with known information.

Wei Jingshu spread out several large pieces of paper in the air, writing quickly and drawing incomplete pictures from time to time. When the residual soul of King Wuyou was squeezed dry and collapsed, he stopped writing with a sense of unfulfilled desire and said, "They are so lucky. They have discovered the associated mines that produce Tongxuan Stone one after another. All of them are in the wilderness close to their base. No wonder there are so many black spirit masters. One after another, another one emerges."

Han Zhixing of Dingxiantai Daoting has pieced together the fragments of the picture into a complete picture, leaving large empty spaces on the paper.

Han Zhixing pointed to the four marked locations and said with a regretful smile, "They are too far away from us. How about joining forces with Bai Yi and the others from Xiyuezhou to take down the most recently mined Tongxuan Stone associated mines?"

He looked at Brother Zeng Daoist who was not participating and was resting with his eyes closed.

They went deep into the opposite territory many times and gained a comprehensive understanding of the entire wilderness.

Zeng Wanglou suddenly opened his eyes, glanced at everyone, and said, "We can do it on our own, without joining forces with the demons. Why should we let them take advantage of something that is of great benefit? Besides, I don't trust the demons for going deep into the wilderness."

He was talking about the entire demon race, not just Xiyuezhou.

A light flashed in the old swordsman's eyes. He had long wanted to pull Fellow Daoist Zeng into the discussion. It seemed that the Tongxuan Stone associated ore had finally impressed him. He smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Zeng, if you have any insights, please feel free to enlighten me."

He believed that the mysterious Brother Zeng, who had killed four Black Spirit masters in several attacks, would not act without a purpose.

Everyone was shocked and listened attentively.

Zeng Wanglou glanced at Xu Yuanchang and said, "Yuanchang, you go ahead and talk."

Xu Yuanchang clasped his fists and gestured to everyone, then said with a smile, "Master Zeng has a treasure that was recently refined and can accommodate more than 3,000 cultivators. Master Zeng and I have discussed that instead of passively taking a beating and being led by the black spirits, we should lead our elite team to attack the opposite black spirit fortress, or plan a large operation to lure the black spirit masters into a trap and kill four, five or six of them."

The old sword master exchanged glances with several people. It was really a surprise. Fellow Daoist Zeng was able to bring three thousand elite monks. They could do so many things. They all looked so excited that they couldn't contain themselves.

Xi Yuelou shouted repeatedly: "Great, great courage, that's the way it should be, I must participate this time, no one of you is allowed to stop me."

Fu Xianzhi used to suspect that Zeng Daoyou was Zeng Wanglou, who had been missing for 800 years in the Qianjing Dynasty, and had changed his appearance and disguised himself.

For example, the former veteran deputy hall masters Xie Hongen and Xue Miaozhou, who have not yet advanced to the sixth floor, spent time investigating and found out that the suddenly appearing Taoist Zeng Mu had a very unusual relationship with Xu Yuanchang's disciple Zeng Shanlang.

But at this time there would be no more doubts. According to historical records, the Jiuhuan Palace taken away by Zeng Wanglou could only accommodate two thousand people at most, while the treasures refined by Fellow Daoist Zeng Mu could accommodate a thousand more cultivators.

There are very few treasures of such a huge space in the underworld.

The old swordsman's beard and hair stretched out, sweeping away the decadent haze that had accumulated in recent years, and said: "I won't stop you, I will never stop you. When you need someone, Master Xi will do the job of two people."

This made everyone laugh.

Fu Xianzhi smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Zeng and Director Yuan have suggested that we should plan carefully to maximize the benefits of the plans to be carried out later."

"Yes, we need to make sufficient preparations in the early stages, such as the selection of the three thousand elite troops, where to start the action, how to attract the Black Spirit masters and lead them into the trap, but not be too greedy and hold ourselves up, causing too much loss, and which Black Spirit fortress to attack later, etc."

"The Tongxuan Stone associated ore mined by Black Spirit is a small target."

"The 'Anthole' fortress across the wasteland is one of the important bases of the Unsolved Domain. It was built less than three years ago and is of moderate size. It is a transit point for materials and troops. It usually stores a large amount of supplies and can be used as a primary target for attack."

Everyone made suggestions and suggestions.

They all understand the principle of "moving as fast as thunder and attacking with overwhelming force".

The first action was able to catch the enemy by surprise, but later on the various Black Spirit forces were prepared, so further surprise plans would be unlikely to be effective.

After discussing until dawn, Xu Yuanchang proposed a small condition that the first offensive operation would be carried out by the Daning Dynasty team. This was understandable, as Zhu Zongshan had demonstrated leadership skills that were second to none among the ten border cities and had made outstanding military achievements.

Fu Xianzhi grinned without any reservation, and the look in his eyes looked like everyone present was garbage.

This led to a barrage of verbal attacks from several old friends.

Xu Yuanchang and Zeng Wanglou said goodbye and left the city. They returned to Bianhuan City with the intention of concealing their whereabouts. The action was scheduled for three months later. The previous target exploration and complex preparations would be completed by the old sword master and others, and they must not alert the enemy.

Xu Shengtian returned to his residence and couldn't wait to go into seclusion. He no longer cared about the hardships on the battlefield that lay ahead.

Liu Xianfeng, Jiao Teng and Zhuifeng flew to Fucailing and continued their peaceful life of cultivation. Only Zhuifeng was obsessed with the mine he discovered buried under the ice.

Xu Yuanchang exchanged a ten-zhang-sized sixth-grade water jade sand for a large amount of fifth-grade materials. He lived in seclusion, feeding the Creation Altar every day, refining the remaining essence of the materials and sharing it with the Phantom Fire Essence, slowly improving his cultivation, pondering the techniques of phantom soul, phantom form and phantom, practicing the bean soldier puppet formation, and occasionally drinking tea and playing chess with Zeng Lao.

Zeng Wanglou continued to refine the two precious treasures and used a large amount of materials to practice alchemy, in preparation for refining high-level elixirs that he would need in the future.

Three months passed in a flash.

Deep in the ice field, Black Bolt received news that the human monk holding an umbrella and the Taoist Xu appeared in the area of ​​30,000 miles in the swamp. Their whereabouts were erratic and they were moving horizontally towards the wasteland.

It was busy summoning several masters with whom it had close relations, including the Shadow King of Divination and the Dark King.

With such a good opportunity, we must cut off Mr. Mu and Taoist Xu's retreat and leave them with no way out.

King Shiying was delayed by something, and replied to say that there were three demon clan masters wandering around a mine in the desert of Gucao Territory within 3,000 miles, with ulterior motives. He was making arrangements in secret, and he could not spare the time to go and help.

Black Bat King joined forces with the Dark King and other four masters who were invited by him. They hurried over and intercepted the two human monks from the southeast direction when it got dark.

Looking at the fog covering the valley fifty miles away, Black Bat King made a bold statement: "Everyone, I will not take a single cent of the spoils obtained from killing the human cultivators. I only want to find the remaining pearl of King Wuyou and avenge King Wuyou."

It waved its black energy and released five hundred tribal troops, which formed a simple battle array and attacked the opposite side.

The Dark King flattered him, "Black Bat King is too polite. It is our duty to avenge King Wuyou. Mr. Mu is so sinister and cruel that he will not surrender. Everyone, be careful and don't let the thief escape."

The other kings said a few polite words, dispersed and surrounded the enemy, and became more cautious.

They had heard of Mr. Mu's power, and the strategy they agreed on was to join forces and go all out to deal with the fog array created by Mr. Mu, break the hiding place of Mr. Mu's treasure, and force him to show up and escape.

They have experts who are good at speed. Once they are entangled, Mr. Mu will not be able to escape even if he has great skills.

As for the fifth-rank human Taoist priests, without the protection of Mr. Mu, they were like meat on the chopping board, to be cut at will. But we must be on guard against Mr. Mu's desperate behavior, or he might use secret methods to kill himself and take someone else with him.

The masters who are able to cultivate to the sixth level are all those who have experienced life and death and have extraordinary luck and wisdom. If they feel that something is impossible, they will definitely put saving their lives first and will not foolishly exchange their lives with those of others.

After several tentative attacks, we realized that Mr. Mu in the mist was resisting stubbornly.

The Taoist priest actually released a wave of useless bean soldiers to counterattack, but they were easily killed by the two black spirit masters.

When many sixth-level black spirits confidently entered the ten-mile range, the sky was suddenly covered like a thick curtain. Several powerful auras rushed out from the ground, each rushing towards a selected target. A team of monks emerged from the fog like a tide.

"Run away! We have fallen into the trap set by the humans!"

"How could they have a large space treasure? I've never seen it used before."

"Charge, charge as hard as you can!"

The Black Spirit masters were extremely panicked. On their way here, they had also deduced that they would encounter an ambush by humans. The number of masters on both sides was roughly evenly matched. They still had 500 teams to help them. The worst that could happen was that they would abandon their own team.

They are intent on escaping, and it is difficult for human monks to stop them.

However, thousands of monk teams cut off their hopes of rushing out and surviving.

They became truly desperate when they realized that they would rather take the attack than use treasures to bombard the thick curtain that was blocking them, and that even the combined strength of several sixth-level masters could not break it.

All the human masters of Dingzhou came out in full force, even the old formation master who had guarded the territory for fifty years came.

Zeng Wanglou saw an opportunity. He hid himself in the mist and used his open black umbrella to pull the Black Bat King, who was hit by Fu Xianzhi and turned into a sky full of black light, into his small world. To deal with the black spirit that was good at escaping, one must use range magic and sneak attacks.

He didn't feel guilty at all about snatching benefits from Fu Xianzhi.

Zhu Zongshan wore a black mask and held the Jusha sword in his hand. He had already mastered the art of commanding his troops. He led three teams of a thousand men, like a rolling dragon, to strangle the enemies back and forth within a ten-mile radius.

After about half an hour, the thick curtain dissipated and the ground was filled with fog.

Only the old swordsman, Fu Xianzhi and others were left in the air talking in low voices. The 3,000-strong team led by Zhu Zongshan had completed their mission and retired, and had already entered space to lurk.

Zeng Wanglou and Xu Yuanchang walked out of the fog side by side, and the rolling fog quickly disappeared after chasing Zeng Wanglou.

The old swordsman smiled and bowed, "It was all thanks to the help of Fellow Daoist Zeng that we were able to kill five Black Spirit masters without anyone noticing, and without leaking any information. Let's immediately rush to the Ant's Nest fortress across the wasteland."

With minor losses, a tough battle was turned into an encirclement and annihilation.

The old sword master was in a good mood and stretched out his hand as a gesture of invitation.

In order to implement the plan smoothly, he deliberately spent a lot of money to invite three masters including Bai Yi from Xiyuezhou to contain the most difficult King Shiying in the Moyuan area. It only took half a day. By the time King Shiying realized that he had been tricked, it was too late to stop them from attacking the fortress because they were too far away.

"Zeng does not dare to take credit for this. This is the result of everyone's concerted efforts. Please!"

Zeng Wanglou put on a smile on his usually unapproachable face, and after returning the gift, he made an invitation.

Holding up a black umbrella, the shadow covered everyone's head. He cleverly concealed the aura of the Nine Illusions Cauldron, thus achieving the purpose of double-concealing the secrets of heaven.

Following the planned route, they sneaked for about 40,000 miles, and eliminated the three black spirits they encountered on the way without any major problems.

When they appeared in the mountains three hundred miles south of the "Ant Hole" fortress, Zeng Wanglou put away the black umbrella, and Xu Yuanchang took over and stuffed a black soul bead into each person. He cast a spell to transform each person into a ball of black mist, making several people emanate fourth- and fifth-level black spirit aura.

As an illusionist, he is good at making the fake look real.

The old swordsman uttered a string of strange black spiritual words, and several balls of black mist changed shape and floated forward in a swagger.

The Black Spirits' territory had been peaceful for a long time, and the Black Spirits coming and going never dreamed that the human masters could use such an incredible method to get within ten miles of the open fortress entrance without even a search, otherwise they would have been able to hear clues from the strange sounds.

Suddenly, sharp alarm bells rang out all over the fortress.

"Some human beings have sneaked in!"

"Close the South Gate quickly, close it."

The black spirits suddenly became confused and those outside the fortress desperately flew towards the cave entrance.

The old sword master simply stopped disguising himself and flashed forward, attacking at the same time as Fu Xianzhi and others. Before the black gas could spread, sword light and treasure light violently bombarded the rapidly closing cave entrance.

"Boom!" The fortress wall that was several feet thick collapsed, leaving a huge hole of more than ten feet. The South Gate was completely lost.

In the grey mist created by Zeng Wanglou's wave of his hand, three thousand warriors lurking in the space of the Fantasy Fairy Ring rushed out, each of them with an irrepressible fighting spirit shining in their eyes. They miraculously arrived in front of a black spirit fortress, and many masters opened the cave door for them.

"Brothers, kill!"

"Kill!"

The three thousand-man teams shouted and killed, pouring down and rushing into the chaotic ant nest.

There were thousands of regular Black Spirit troops in the ant nest. In a hurry, the soldiers didn't know their generals, the generals couldn't find their soldiers, and there was no time to even form a battle formation. The situation was completely messed up, and they were defeated by the elite team and fled in all directions like stray dogs.

There were no level six experts stationed in the Ant Hole Fortress. All the twenty or so level five black spirits who dared to show up were killed. With human experts coming and going everywhere, they had no choice but to abandon the city and flee.

In less than half an hour, a medium-sized fortress covering an area of ​​30 miles was completely wiped out.

"We'll have half an hour at most to collect the spoils. Take away as much as you can, and destroy what you can't take away. Everyone hurry up."

After receiving the instruction, Zhu Zongshan gave the order, and the three teams of one thousand men were divided into units of a hundred men and searched everywhere quickly, with smiles on their faces. This battle was so exciting, as they avenged their brothers and made a fortune at the same time.

Smash open treasure troves one after another and put the shiny materials into bags.

The most painful thing after winning a battle is that there are too many spoils and you can’t put them all away.

"Fire, fire, why are you still standing there?"

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(End of this chapter)