Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 336: Uncertain, Revenge and Robbery

Flying all the way to about ten thousand miles away from Moyu City, the ice and cold below disappeared, and the wilderness was filled with high mountains and low grass.

It was late at night and quiet. Zeng Wanglou suddenly stopped, holding a small tripod in his left sleeve. He looked around and said with a sneer on his face, "Xuan Jieqing, there is another bunny who is full of evil spirits and likes to put on makeup. Come out, don't hide and embarrass yourself."

When he was surrounded by black spirit masters, he heard the Shadow King reminding other black spirits that there were three demon cultivators spying on them a hundred miles away.

Affected by the ice fog, he did not notice who were watching the fire from the other side of the river?
"Bah, you are the Rabbit God, your whole family is Rabbit God!"

A handsome young man jumped into the air from the shadows behind the col, cursing angrily.

He hated being called "pretty boy" or "bunny boy" the most. He got so angry that his face turned into a pointed bird's beak. With a sharp cry, he transformed into a huge white crane, leaving a series of discontinuous shadows in the air, and pecked fiercely at the hateful human being thirty miles away.

Xuan Jieqing, a hunchbacked and ugly man with a gloomy face, appeared in the air on the other side.

He also didn't like the fact that Master Yi, who was obviously a man, wanted to make himself smell like a woman with all the perfume and makeup on.

As a result, their whereabouts were exposed in advance, causing their ambush to fail.

Without saying a word, he transformed into a rolling demonic energy of over thirty feet in length, with ancient tortoise-shaped patterns swirling like sharp blades, mixed with dots of dark cold light, and with astonishing momentum, he attacked the self-important Mr. Mu from the east.

Mr. Mu was able to escape from the siege of the black spirits alone, and was seriously injured.

How could they miss such a great opportunity?
Besides, Master Yi is good at speed. Mr. Mu has angered the conceited crane monster, and he still wants to escape?

Zeng Wanglou showed a trace of deadly contempt on his face, and with a wave of his hand, gray fog filled the area hundreds of feet wide and spread rapidly outwards. His Nine Illusion Palace was only broken but not completely destroyed. It could be used to conceal the eyes and ears of the people, and separate the two monsters in two directions for a while.

A huge Dharma image suddenly appeared in the gray fog, and it picked up a purple-gold tripod that had become several feet in size and swept it fiercely towards the hysterical white light that was as fast as lightning.

The startled crane monster turned and rose up at the critical moment, barely avoiding the strong wind.

No matter how powerful his sharp beak is and can pierce through magic weapons, he dare not fight the Dharmakāya head-on. If he is caught by the immortal Dharmakāya, he will be skinned alive even if he does not die. Besides, there is no need to fight the Dharmakāya in close combat.

He had miscalculated, but Master Yi finally understood that Mr. Mu had been able to escape from the siege of the black spirits because of his extraordinary abilities.

"Old turtle, retreat quickly..."

Master Yi, who had two feathers rubbed off, was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat and screamed to alert Xuan Jieqing on the other side.

What greeted Xuan Jieqing was a dense dark golden light shooting out from the mist.

Relying on the protection of a tortoise shell that was refined with countless natural treasures, Xuan Jieqing really didn't take the scattered hidden weapon attacks and most of the five elements spells seriously. Apart from the old swordsman's swordsmanship, there were very few people of the same level in the lower realm who could hurt him.

Xuan Jieqing was startled when he suddenly heard a panicked cry from afar, and also felt a sense of danger.

He suddenly flipped his body in the rolling demonic energy. Amid the dense sound of hidden weapons colliding like popping beans, a sharp whistle suddenly arose, piercing through countless tortoise patterns and cold lights, penetrating the side of the huge tortoise shell, and leaving a few drops of blood.

Xuan Jieqing was so frightened that his soul was scared to death. He moved away several dozen miles away.

The sturdy tortoise shell he relied on for protection was vulnerable in the eyes of the other party.

"who are you?"

Xuan Jieqing's eyes were fixed on one point, staring at Mr. Mu, who was fifty miles away and slowly retracting the gray fog. There was a huge Dharma image behind him. The opponent saw through the weak flaws in the Turtle Spinning Skill he displayed. He believed that this was the first time he used it in front of Mr. Mu.

He had already calculated the trajectory of the unpredictable attack just now.

If he hadn't escaped quickly, he would have died here today, or at least been seriously injured. It was too dangerous.

Zeng Wanglou ignored the demon crane circling thirty miles away and the frightened old turtle. He thought to himself what a pity it was, thinking that the old turtle was lucky. He retracted the Dharma image behind him and flew directly to the east.

Even after he flew three hundred miles away, the two frightened demons did not dare to chase him.

He spent decades and a lot of energy to cut two of the three seventh-level wooden spikes given by Xu Xiaoyou into four sections, and slowly refined them into close-range hidden weapons with divine power. With their indestructible and sharp properties, they were used as surprise weapons for sneak attacks and could deal with monsters that liked to get close.

There were no more twists and turns on the road afterwards.

When we returned to Fucai Ridge, the sky was already slightly bright.

He released Liu Xianfeng, who was entrusted by Xu Xiaoyou to bring back, and the sleeping Xueli from the Jiuhuan Palace.

Jiao Teng led Yuanbao, Huabei and Jinchan to meet the enemy, but they did not see the high-spirited demon pig. Xueli was seriously injured and fell asleep, and Xiaoshumei had a sad look on his face. They immediately understood that the group had encountered a great danger when they went out. They whispered to comfort Liu Xianfeng and asked about the whereabouts of Fellow Daoist Xu.

When Jiao Teng heard that Fellow Daoist Xu was fine, he felt relieved.

The Flower Festival in Wuqiu Mountain will begin in more than 20 years, and she doesn't want anything to happen to Fellow Daoist Xu.

"Fellow Daoist Jiao Teng, I have a few things to ask of you."

Zeng Wanglou stood on the top of the mountain, called Jiao Teng up, and gave him some instructions through voice transmission.

He turned and walked into the yard. There was fog everywhere, and soon the whole mountain was covered. He needed some time to repair his body and restore his cultivation. He entrusted the matters of protecting the law and purchasing medicinal herbs to Jiao Teng and Liu Xianfeng.

Jiao Teng was busy arranging the trees fifty miles away.

From now on, any movement within a hundred miles will be able to escape her perception.

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At dusk, the Old Sword Master, Fu Xianzhi, Xu Yuanchang and others rushed to the mine deep in the ice field where there was a bustling bustle of activity.

King Shiying looked at a familiar group of monks emerging from the mist rising dozens of miles away, and secretly wondered how Mr. Mu's relationship with the Taoist priest was so good that they could share the precious space treasure and lead the team to seize the Yaojin Mine so quickly.

It guessed that the strategy of sowing discord had some effect, and Mr. Mu did not follow.

If you can dig for a day and a night, it’s not a loss.

"The mountains are high and the waters are long. See you someday."

King Diying ordered King Jiandan to use the space treasure to collect nearly 400 black spirits that were mining, and he calmly led several black spirit masters to retreat to the northern ice field. He had no interest in fighting with that elite team of human monks.

The old swordsman did not lead the team to chase and kill, but came to the mine that was dug into a mess, and carefully checked it with Fu Xianzhi and others. They had heard the story of the Shadow King framing Mr. Mu in the ice mine, so they had to be on guard to avoid causing losses to the team of 3,000 monks.

After confirming that there was no tampering with the mine, a thousand teams were left outside to guard it, while two thousand monks were busy mining in the mine.

Meng Shanhe and Xu Yuanchang were talking and discussing something on a nearby hill.

"Yuanchang, how long can you use this treasure of Mr. Mu?"

Only Meng Shanhe could have such a straightforward conversation without any scruples and without causing any misunderstanding to Xu Yuanchang.

Xu Yuanchang guessed the true intention of his uncle-master, which was probably the result of the discussion between the old swordsman and others, and said, "It's no problem to borrow it for three or two years. Uncle-master, which Black Spirit stronghold do you want to attack?"

Meng Shanhe laughed loudly. It was a pleasure to talk to this kid. Seeing the old swordsman and others looking over from a distance, he casually set up a soundproofing ban and said, "Is Friend Zeng Daoyou okay with that?"

"Mr. Zeng has suffered a great loss and will need to recuperate in the near future. If we can help him vent his anger, he will only be happy to see it happen."

Xu Yuanchang said in a joking tone, and then proposed a small condition: "Within three years, let Zhu Zongshan lead the team to fight. I am familiar with him."

He heard from Chang Wuhui that Zhu Zongshan needed a lot of fighting on the battlefield to condense his soldier spirit, otherwise it would be difficult for him to advance to the fifth level in a short period of time. However, once Zhu Zongshan was promoted to the fifth level of soldier cultivation, he would have the strength to lead a large army to sweep across the dark world in the future.

He wanted to end this protracted war as soon as possible and drive the dark spirits out of the dark world.

This is a good opportunity to help Zhu Zongshan.

Meng Shanhe knew what was going on, but with a slightly embarrassed expression on his face, he said, "Zhu Zongshan's ability to lead troops in battle is second to none, but he cannot monopolize the benefits. Other dynasties will object. Besides, our Daning Dynasty's monks can't withstand the losses caused by continuous battles."

Xu Yuanchang smiled and said, "This is easy to solve. We can change teams after each battle. Zhu Zongshan will remain as the leader and share the benefits with other dynasties. They will share both the profits and losses. What else can they say?"

Meng Shanhe pointed his finger at the cunning nephew opposite him and scolded him with a smile: "How can you say such shameless words, for the sake of building Zhu Zongshan, you are too shameless, how can other dynasty leaders deal with it? ... But I like him, Zhu Zongshan is a hero of our ordinary people, of course we have to bend our elbows inward, OK, I will go and talk to the old swordsman and the others, you will bear the blame, anyway, you are thick-skinned, I will be the peacemaker in the middle."

Xu Yuanchang smiled and clasped his fists, thinking that he would never refuse such benefits that were delivered to his door.

Watching Uncle Meng shake his head and fly out to have a secret conversation with the old sword master and a few others over there, he waved and called Zhu Zongshan, who was frequently looking over here, and the two had a conversation inside the restriction that was unknown to outsiders.

When Zhu Zongshan came out of the restriction, he bit his lips and was still so excited that he could not suppress his excitement. He had a good chance of advancing.

Afterwards, the Old Sword Master and others had another heart-to-heart talk with Xu Yuanchang and finalized the strategy for sending troops to conquer various parts of the Dark Realm in the next three years. As for where to start, it still required careful consideration and planning.

The Black Spirit strongholds across the wilderness must be heavily guarded.

The most likely possibility is to attack the black spirit forces in the east, or bordering Juzhou and Hezhou.

It took five days to mine out most of the fifth- and sixth-grade Yaojin ore, which was quickly buried and backfilled. Xu Yuanchang used a space filled with selected materials, a team of three thousand monks, and the old sword master and others returned to Zhenbei City.

Yu Fengwu had already led people to search Zhenbei City several times, and only found the body of a fourth-floor monk.

Signs of being controlled by spirits were found in the corpse.

"Other cities are also strengthening inspections. I have asked the old swordsman for instructions, and he has issued an order that from now on, border cities facing the wilderness will not allow cultivators below the fifth floor to go out for inspections. They are only allowed to walk within the coverage of the formation to avoid being taken advantage of by the Shadow King and his gang."

Yu Fengwu told Xu Yuanchang about the situation. As they walked outside the city, she whispered, "Old Sword Saint, please explain to Mr. Mu that there is no traitor among the top leaders of Dingzhou, and they will not use the Falling God Flower to deal with meritorious people. We are deeply sorry for what happened."

Xu Yuanchang nodded. He listened carefully and realized that the Fallen God Flower was not only hidden in the Dingzhou Holy Land.

Several other places, such as Juzhou, Hezhou, and even Xiyuezhou and Wangxianzhou, which are the territories of the demon clan, probably have the Falling God Flowers passed down from thousands of years ago. As Shinto practitioners, Zeng Lao and Xu Shengtian must be careful when they go out in the future.

Those who practice spiritual cultivation have long been unacceptable in the lower world.

"No need to see me off. I will be returning to Zhenbei City in a few days."

Xu Yuan raised his hand and flew towards Fucai Ridge. He carried 20% of the mined gold ore with him.

After returning to Fucai Ridge, most of the Yaojin ore was placed in the treasury and would be delivered after Zeng Lao came out of seclusion. Zeng Wanglou needed the Yaojin to repair the treasure. The top of the mountain was covered with clouds and mist, and the area within a hundred miles of Fucai Ridge was lush with trees, and Jiao vines lurked among them.

Because of Zhuifeng's death, Xueli was severely injured and fell asleep, and Fucailing was shrouded in gloom.

Time can dilute everything, and the path of spiritual practice is never smooth.

Ten days later, Xu Yuanchang received a summons and rushed to Moyu City near Zhenbei City.

The five old sword masters were all in the city lord's palace, and there was also an unfamiliar tall and thin old man in a green robe. According to Meng Shanhe's introduction, this man was Mu Qingshan, the only remaining sixth-floor master in Laizhou, who would follow in the surprise attack on the Black Spirit base.

Be polite and exchange a few pleasantries.

Placing the geomancy map, Wei Jingshu explained the plan of this expedition to attack the Black Spirit base. The target was chosen to be the "Black Stone Fortress" 30,000 miles away from the eastern Bian Ning City. In the deep wilderness, Meng Shanhe brought several fake masters to create momentum and pretend to attack the Black Spirit Fortress opposite, in order to confuse the Shadow King of Divination and other Black Spirit masters.

Grandmaster Xi Yuelou used the pendant space to carry five hundred formation masters and talisman masters, trying to assemble siege weapons in the shortest time possible to blast open the solid fortress. Ever since Hei Ling suffered a loss, he would never relax his defense again.

That afternoon, Xu Yuanchang quietly packed up the 3,000 monks gathered in the military camp outside the city, and sneaked into his own territory along with the old swordsman and other masters.

On the second night, they approached the vicinity of Black Stone Fortress for 300 miles when they were discovered by the Black Spirit. Alarm was raised everywhere, and they immediately decided to advance at full speed, rushing all the way to within 50 miles of Black Stone Fortress and releasing the army.

Three thousand elite monks plus five hundred formation masters and talisman masters advanced to within twenty or thirty miles. Without wasting too much time, they used heavy weapons to blast open the fortress's defenses, creating a huge hole, and rushed in to kill people along the way. In less than two hours, they completed the entire battle plan of plundering, destroying, and transferring.

When the masters such as King Shiying arrived at Blackrock Fortress, they were furious to see the ruins on the ground and nearly ten thousand casualties.

Less than five days after returning to Bianhuan City to rest, Xu Yuanchang and his companions went into battle lightly and appeared at a fortress stronghold in the Buxi Domain, which was confronting Hezhou 80,000 miles away. They broke through the fortress with the force of thunder and killed the Black Spirit team defending the city like a whirlwind.

Complete another erratic robbery in a short period of time.

All that was left for the Black Spirit masters was a mess, causing all the Black Spirit fortresses in various locations to feel in danger.

The territory is too scattered and vast, and no one knows where the next target will be chosen by those human gangs that have tasted the sweetness of robbery and have more than eight masters?

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(End of this chapter)