Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 342: Meeting on a narrow road, the swordsman is not afraid

Outside Moyu City, Lianshan Military Camp.

Meng Shanhe sat opposite Zeng Wanglou, Xu Yuanchang and Zhu Zongshan drinking tea, and Xu Shengtian served them tea. There were no other cultivators in the empty meeting room, and the formation restriction was activated, isolating them from the outside world.

After listening to Zhu Zongshan’s training results, Meng Shanhe reported the general content of the Bianyuan City meeting.

The news of the Black Spirit Army's attack on Wangxian Island had already spread throughout the border town of Dingzhou. Such a major event could not be concealed at all. During the battle, many cultivators in Dingzhou established friendships with cultivators from Juzhou and Hezhou, and they communicated with each other.

The elite monks who were taking part in the training at the Lianshan military camp had not completely cut off contact with the outside world. There were many different opinions, and most of them were excited. They were happy to see the black spirit attack the demon clan's territory.

When Zhu Zongshan heard that if the Black Spirit Army turned to attack Laizhou, Hezhou and Juzhou, the forces of the three continents would give up resistance, preserve their strength and retreat to Qianfangjie, he was shocked. This was too unreasonable.

Does Dingzhou have to take the lead alone and fight to the death with Hei Ling?
By then, their power will be greatly weakened. Even if they win, what good will it be? Won't they be taken advantage of by other continents?
Xu Yuanchang nodded slightly and said, "'If you save the land but lose the people, you lose both the land and the people; if you save the people but lose the land, both the land and the people are saved'. The monks who retreated and saved are the fuel, and it is also a false illusion to deceive people. Joining forces with the elite monks of the four continents and the Black Spirit Army to fight the winner in the selected battlefield is very good."

The information he knew was more comprehensive than Zhu Zongshan.

Currently, the news that Black Spirit can invite seventh-level masters to descend to the earth is top secret and only a few people know about it.

The top management of Juzhou and Hezhou were also kept in the dark, otherwise some major strategic cooperation would have many variables.

He had already known about the young Taoist giving the ancient sword to the old sword master, and could probably guess what that guy was thinking. Letting others do the hard work would not prevent that guy from hiding aside and sharing the merit.

Unfortunately, the young Taoist priest refused to meet him. He had many questions and it was a luxury for him to ask them in person.

There was a hint of surprise in Zeng Wanglou's eyes. Xu Xiaoyou's insight and courage were truly impressive.

Meng Shanhe tapped the table with his fingers and exclaimed, "We should have invited Yuan Chang and Zeng Daoyou to the meeting yesterday. Yuan Chang summarized the issues we had been arguing and discussing for hours in just a few words. The young are truly formidable."

Xu Yuanchang said humbly, "If we don't give in like this, the top leaders of Juzhou and Hezhou might not agree. Suffering a loss is a blessing."

His next sentence was full of meaning, and Zeng Wanglou nodded slightly.

Meng Shanhe laughed, some things were tacitly understood, and said: "Master Yuan, your apprentice and several spirit pets can be arranged to withdraw from the dark world first, and no one will say anything."

Zeng Wanglou said slowly: "The battlefield is like fire, and blood is like a knife. The more you sharpen it, the sharper it becomes."

There are some things that we know are difficult and dangerous, but we still have to face them. A retreat at a critical moment may become a mental obstacle for future breakthroughs.

Xu Yuanchang smiled and refused: "Zeng Shanlang does not need to retreat. The few spirit pets can retreat to the Jewel City. As for the collections of the treasure houses in Fucailing, please arrange for someone to properly transport them out. Don't let Black Spirit get away with it."

Meng Shanhe didn't persuade him any further and agreed readily. He then told him a few more things, called Xu Shengtian and left in a hurry.

Xu Yuanchang had a private talk with Zhu Zongshan.

When Zhu Zongshan walked out of the conference room, his face was solemn, and there was an uncontrollable fighting spirit in his eyes.

In the next twenty days, the Black Spirit army was unstoppable, sweeping across the demon tribes in Wangxianzhou and Tianhuangzhou, making a huge profit from the spoils. The forces of Xiyuezhou fled, abandoned the city, and took the initiative to retreat to Qianfangjie to preserve their strength.

"Why are we chasing them into the Thousand Square Realm? We have taken advantage of the discord between the human race and the demon race. If we really dare to attack them into the Thousand Square Realm, the human cultivators will cut off our retreat. Have you forgotten the lesson from thousands of years ago?"

King Shiying used a bucket of cold water to wake up the guys who were overwhelmed by victory.

King Wu Weng took over the conversation and explained: "We have achieved our expected goal. We will keep the power of Xiyuezhou to cause some trouble for the human race in the future. Otherwise, the demon race will be completely destroyed. The human race will dominate the Qianfang Realm for the next three thousand years, which is not a good thing."

"King Shiying and King Wuweng are right. I will listen to you."

"Yes, it's right to listen to you two."

Other high-ranking Black Spirit officials echoed the sentiments one after another.

After a series of great victories, masters from all fields put aside their differences, lived in harmony, and talked and laughed happily.

After a while, a sixth-rank black spirit said, "We've received news that the four continents of the human race have gathered their elite cultivators in Bian Ning City in Dingzhou. Cities like Laizhou, Juzhou, and Hezhou are almost empty. Do we still have to sweep through each city one by one?"

"No need. Rest for three days. Leave a group of old and weak soldiers to pretend to be the main force to attract the attention of the human race. The main army will bypass Bian Ning City."

King Shiying was confident and said, "When the human race gathers together, it will be the time for our decisive battle. The opportunity is fleeting, so there is no need to choose another time and place."

King Wu Weng added, "Pass the message down, spread the word that we have invited the eighth-rank masters to come down to the mortal world to annihilate all the elites of the human race in one fell swoop and cut off their retreat. Let them be suspicious."

Deliberately raising the level by one level will create a greater deterrent effect.

A black spirit asked doubtfully, "Aren't you worried that they will split up and flee, and retreat to the Thousand Directions Realm in advance?"

"They won't flee. Their army is unstable and they are making random guesses. It's a decisive battle, and rumors are flying everywhere. We can use any means. Let's plant a thorn in the hearts of the other three continents' leaders. Once the two armies face off, we will ask the Venerable to confirm that it is not a rumor. They will inevitably start a civil war, and it won't be long before they fall apart."

"Great! I admire you!"

"You two have foresight and will win the battle 200,000 miles away."

Flattery was overwhelming and various orders were issued everywhere.

When the news reached Bian Ning City, the masters from the four continents sat down and had a debate.

The old swordsman released the Dharma image behind him, instantly suppressing all objections, and said firmly: "No matter what tricks and conspiracies the black spirits play, a decisive battle is imperative. If they dare not come, we will sweep across the black spirit's lair and force them to fight to decide the outcome and divide up the remaining resources of the dark world."

"That's right, that's right." "Daoyou Yan is mighty."

After seeing the old sword master's strength comparable to that of a seventh-level sword master, everyone was impressed and gained confidence.

The news from the Black Spirit was attributed to a means of disrupting the morale of the army.

Ten days later, the Black Spirit Army appeared in a black mass fifty miles outside the city of Bian Ning, covering the sky and the earth, and approaching the city with great momentum.

The human race's coalition forces from the four continents number nearly 100,000, and they are ready for battle, with morale high and commands coming one after another.

A mysterious incantation was faintly heard in the air, and the sky suddenly darkened.

The oppressive pressure like a mountain hung over everyone's head, causing many monks to feel fear for no reason.

The city defense formation suddenly rippled with light waves, and the rumbling thunder offset the invisible pressure.

"Awooo", accompanied by a low roar, a hazy beast as big as a mountain fell from the sky, and countless mist-like tentacles suddenly hit the formation. "Bang bang bang", the earth-shaking collision sound shook the team of monks flying in the air in the city and made them fall down.

On the high platform in the city, old Grandmaster Xi Yuelou groaned, his eyes widened with anger, his hands clenched rapidly, and the thick pillars arranged around him instantly shone brightly.

On top of each pillar sits a five-story formation master.

Zhao Jun and Xue Chunni are among them.

The sixteen people turned a deaf ear to the screams and noise outside. They followed the old master's formation tactics and tried their best to activate the star traction formation.

Countless formation nodes stretched outside the city, with flashing lights transmitting into the distance. Every city had a formation master responding, adding the power of the formation to Bian Ning City. Looking down from the sky, the entire Dingzhou territory of more than 20,000 miles seemed to be awakened, with dots of light shining one after another.

"The Black Spirit summoned... a giant beast beyond the sixth level!"

"Oh my god, an eighth-level monster!"

"The city is about to be breached, and we have nowhere to escape."

There were many people and many opinions, and facing the fierce attack of the monsters like the power of heaven, many cultivators felt panic in their hearts.

The old swordsman flew to the top and shouted, "It's just a clone of a seventh-level monster, not its real body, and you've scared the hell out of it?"

The fifty-li city fell into silence.

The violent attacks of the monsters outside don't seem so scary.

Since they knew that a seventh-level behemoth would arrive to participate in the war, how could Dingzhou not have made preparations early?
They couldn't waste Elder Mei's efforts to discover the secrets of the heavens, and they couldn't let the battlefield develop into a tragic situation. As the old swordsman shouted, "Bind the formation!"

Countless light waves spread to the misty tentacles that hit the formation. The giant beast lurking thirty miles away had light ropes as thick as arms wrapped around its body. In an instant, they formed a series of winding restraints that piled up like a mountain.

A thunderous cheer erupted in the city, and the fear was greatly reduced.

The seventh-level monster clones are not that scary. They have fifteen sixth-level masters and an elite team that has been through hundreds of battles.

Seeing the giant beast spewing out thick fog and fighting against the formation controlled by old master Xi Yuelou, unable to break free from its restraints for a while, the masters of Juzhou and Hezhou, led by Wei Xiandeng, Xu Jingcen and Ling Shiyue, smiled.

The monster that Black Spirit had painstakingly invited down was just so-so.

The attacking Black Spirit army had already rushed to within twenty miles, and balls of black light whistled and smashed into the city defense formation that shone like water waves.

King Diying and King Wuweng threw out large pieces of soul fragments and chanted ancient spells. They did not expect that Venerable Duomu would be trapped by the human race's large formation.

The monks in the city fought back with colors, and talisman arrows, light bombs, thunder balls and the like rained down.

If it weren't for the giant beast blocking the way, the team in the city would have already rushed out from the side.

The old sword master did not dare to relax at all, staring closely at the dark place engulfed by thick fog. The giant beast had disappeared in it, including the entangled and bound ropes. All attacks could not break through the thick fog.

He suddenly turned around and saw a tentacle shadow suddenly appearing and falling silently from the sky above the high platform in the city.

"Be careful, get out of the way..."

The ancient sword was a beat too slow as it shot out, and failed to cut off the monster's tentacles that had infiltrated its body in some unknown way.

"Bang, bang, bang", old master Xi Yuelou was controlling the formation with all his mind and was about to launch a new round of attack when disaster struck from the sky. He didn't even have time to dodge or protect himself. He was smashed to pieces, the platform collapsed, and the aftermath of the tentacles swept around.

Nearly half of the sixteen formation masters involved in the formation were killed or injured.

"Puff puff", the sword light flashed in the air and chopped the tentacle phantom into pieces.

Immediately afterwards, several explosions were heard in the distance, and the entire city shook a few times. The monsters took advantage of a small gap to break through the city defense formation. The black spirits from twenty miles away surged in like a tide, and black fog filled the air. The showdown began.

The old sword master was dumbfounded. All of them had limited knowledge of the seventh-level strength. He then raised his sword and pointed it forward, shouting, "Retreat means death. Why don't you fight bravely? I can deal with the seventh-level monster clones myself. Kill!"

A Dharma image appeared behind him, about twenty feet tall. The whole person was like a stream of light, and he rushed towards the black fog without hesitation.

When two meet on a narrow road, the brave one wins, and the swordsman is not afraid!
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(End of this chapter)