The Dutian Lingguan Road that started from the Taoist soldiers

Chapter 257: Repairing Armor and Weapons
After a few days, the gods, demons and Taoist soldiers that had poured into the Golden Scale Realm were wiped out, and Wu Yong released the people he had rescued along the way back home.

At this moment, Fengdu ghostly wandered across the sky, with millions of ghost soldiers coming and going in an endless stream. The Fuyao Taoist army also entered the Dongji Yundu City, repaired the formation base, and rebuilt the barrier.

The True Spirit Dao Army was in the north, repairing the shattered sky and holding together the collapsed earth. The various Daos were preparing the Golden Scale Cloud Realm, and the traces of the war were slowly fading away.

Outside of Yundu, the void that was swallowed and collapsed by the Cloud Whale of the Void World can only temporarily block the army outside the world, but if it lasts for a long time, it will easily become the weakest point when the opponent's army attacks.

The void must be filled again and reinforced with a magic circle barrier.

Therefore, all the true masters of Fuyao split their forces into two groups. One group went out from the Cloud Ferry that connected the Western Pole with the Great Scarlet Sky, and wandered in the chaos, found some virtual realms, and used their great magical powers to shatter the virtual realms, in exchange for the scattered mustard crystals, which were refined into void walls to fill the collapsed Eastern Pole Cloud Sea outside the Cloud Ferry.

The other party went to take over from the remaining cultivators in various cities in the Golden Scale Realm and began to take control of the Golden Scale Cloud Realm.

at this time.

Fengdu is a secluded place for travel.

The great magician of the Danshu Qu clan was now prostrating himself in front of the Fengdu Palace.

"More than 30 people from the Qu Xiang clan came together to pay homage to the Wu family's immortal in Fuyao Prefecture. We, the Qu family, are endlessly grateful for the immortal's grace in rescuing us."

The old cultivator fell to the ground with several bangs on his forehead.

Wu Yong previously dispatched puppet masters from the Immortal Puppet lineage to comb the Taoist bodies of the Qu clan practitioners. For those with mutilated bodies, their severed fingers were regenerated and their sight was restored; for those with exhausted Qi and blood, their blood was produced like mercury and their meridians were unblocked.

All the cultivators of the Qu family and Fuyao's soldiers have suffered irreversible injuries, but this lineage of puppet masters can play some miraculous roles.

Apart from congenital damage and injuries to the human body's major organs, the puppet master lineage can be regarded as the best in simple reconstruction of the human body!
"You have fought hard to protect this realm, and have fought until the bloodline has withered away. You deserve this treatment."

"What a coincidence! The Huangtian Dao soldiers under our sect belong to the Fushui Dao soldiers lineage. Your Danshu Qu family also passed down the talisman method and Danshu from generation to generation. So, we are fellow Daoists from the same lineage."

Wu Yong nodded and smiled, calling over several Huangtian guardians.

Wu Zhuo, Zhao Baiqi, Wu Diao and others immediately stepped forward to pay their respects to the great master Qu Xiang. Several of them displayed their red, purple and yellow talismans, talisman water altar method and other innate talismans, and their conversation became more intimate.

"This time, Fengdu was used to summon many fallen ghosts from the Golden Scale Realm."

"There is someone you might want to meet."

Wu Yong slightly raised his brocade sleeves and summoned a ghost with a strong aura from outside the palace. Its ghostly body had all its limbs torn apart, its neck cut off, and there was a faint crack on its face, which was barely stitched together with its strange black hair. Just from this glance, one could know what kind of cruel experience it had had in its life.

"This person should be the Yuanshen ancestor of your Qu clan. Unfortunately, the Yuanling that was summoned at that time almost disappeared, and only half of the residual head was left. Later, the Thunder Generals searched for his aura and found most of his parts, but in the end, his Yuanling was damaged and his soul could not be called back."

"Let it stay in this underworld for a few years. After dozens or hundreds of years, perhaps you will have the chance to meet it again."

Looking at this numb and lifeless ghost, Wu Yong could only comfort the old cultivator of the Qu family a little.

“There may be cultivators from your clan in the Yin Land. You can go and ask the Yinhuang Zhouzu. If there is anything you have not entrusted to them in this world, you can still help them complete it. From now on, you are truly separated by Yin and Yang…”

Letting the great wizard of the Qu family meet his ancestor, letting him fulfill the last wish of his clan members, and letting him give up the last thought, can be regarded as Wu Yong's fulfillment of his wishes.

From now on, these will all be his ghost soldiers and generals from Fengdu!

During this trip, they defeated a tired remnant army from the Wilderness at the first sight, and obtained a million ghost soldiers. Almost all of these ghost soldiers were transformed from immortal cultivators and cultivators of the two paths of gods and demons. They were of extremely high quality, and there were a lot of second-level ghost generals.

It can be said to be a good start.

After the Taoist Qu Xiang bowed three times in gratitude and followed the Protector Huang Tian to look for Yin Huang Zhou Heng, Wu Yong slowly sat back on the upper hall and threw the Dragon King out of the gourd.

Even with the recovery ability of gods and demons, the punch from the Great Lord of the Golden Crow Emperor clan had injured his roots. At this moment, the King of Wilderness was still half-sitting on the ground, his chest trembling, coughing incessantly, and his face extremely pale.

"I heard that you are not from the Desolate Territory, nor from Yu Yutian. Can you tell me what kind of world this Desolate Territory is?"

"After all, perhaps you were also a person whose clan was destroyed and whose world was broken by the gods and demons, but in the end you had no choice but to succumb to the laws of the dark forest - a poor man, right?"

Wu Yong casually threw a magic pill at his feet and asked with a smile. But his expression did not show any joking, as if if the King of Desolation dared to say no, he would be refined into a blood pill on the spot.

"Ahem, if I tell you, will you let me go?"

"What's the point of me telling you or not?"

It was hard to tell whether there was any clear or cloudy look in King Huang's eyes. He picked up the dusty elixir on the ground, threw it into his mouth on the spot, and then slowly tried.

"It's impossible to let you go. Even if I let you go, if the Great Venerable Jinwu and the True Lord Kongque catch you, you will suffer more than death."

"It depends on whether what you say is useful."

"If it's useful, maybe I can give you life imprisonment, or I can pierce your soul and nail you to the ground. Which one do you want?"

Wu Yong sat on the high seat with his arms crossed in front of him, lowering his eyes, which looked like a god looking down, making the King of Desolate feel uneasy. But he couldn't resist, because the man in front of him was like the direct descendant of the gods and demons in the Desolate Domain, and he had mastered the most powerful power in the world!

"Who are you guys? Ahem."

"I..." King Huang was interrupted by a ray of soul pressure before he could finish his words. Sensing the unfriendly gaze, he immediately shut up.

I saw a god-like being on the seat, raising his finger to his lips.

"I'm asking you now."

"But it doesn't matter. To be fair, I will answer your question as well."

"The Taoist official of the spiritual world of our sect is the son of the Fuyao clan, Wu Yongye. Hmm... As for the spiritual world, you can think of it as another desolate land, a 'desolate land' that is bathed in sunlight from beginning to end!"

As a plunder between worlds, Jiuzhou has a principle of dividing the spiritual veins of each world in 30:70 or even 40:60. In the most serious cases, seven will be taken and three will be retained to leave a way out for the great world.

As it is natural, there are few rebellions in the seventy-two realms of Kyushu, and even the rulers of the seventy-two realms often support Kyushu to recognize the status of their rulers.

When King Huang heard this, his pupils shrank, but he quickly lowered his eyes the next moment and then began to introduce Wu Yong.

"I am Cangxiao, from the fourth-grade Taili Realm in the extreme south of the Chaos. Of course, there is no Taili now."

"Tai Li was razed by the Holy... Wasteland 1,300 years ago. From that day on, all the cultivation paths were destroyed. The only path left for all living beings is the path of gods and demons. Probably all worlds are like this."

"Two hundred years ago, I was summoned to this Yu Yu Holy Realm, along with the kings of various worlds, the ones you call Yuan Shen Zhen Jun and Yuan Shen Lao Zu."

"After joining Yu Yu, I took over a corps, assisted by four kings, responsible for exerting pressure on the Golden Scale Realm to coordinate with Yu Yu's main attack."

"Then he was assigned to the Cloud City, nine thousand miles east of the Golden Scale Realm."

Wu Yong was very patient, his eyes fixed on the King of Desolation, allowing him to talk about whatever he wanted without any intention of interrupting him.

But those eyes seemed to become even colder...

"Between the Great Scarlet Heaven and the Yu Yu Holy Realm, there are three cloud cities. To the west of the cloud city are the nine fourth-grade cloud realms of the Great Scarlet Heaven, and to the east of the cloud city are the five fourth-grade cloud realms of the Yu Yu Holy Realm."

"There are thirteen kings in the Northern Cloud City, and three successors to the kings and great governors. The successor kings are kings like me who have survived the thunder tribulation."

"There are twenty kings in the Central Cloud City, and six successors to the throne."

"The number of kings in the southern Cloud City is unknown, but the number of heirs is kept at around 20, and there are gods and demons guarding at all times, all to guard against the Red Heart Cloud Continent in the East."

"Hundreds of years ago, two Saint Lords and dozens of King Realm Saints were killed in the Wanli Meteorite Trench. The Saint Lords of the God and Demon Realm in the Holy Land were cultivating, and most of them returned to the Holy Land. The six new Saint Lords of the God and Demon Realm also don't want to provoke the Ancient Realm for the time being. In fact, it was the indigenous kings of Yu Yutian who instigated them."

"The kings of Yuyu Realm, some want to enter the realm of gods and demons..."

Before Wu Yong's patience ran out, this King of the Wilderness named Cang Xiao quickly uttered secrets with his upper and lower lips flying.

When he uttered the last word, the cold murderous intent gradually disappeared as if it had never appeared, but the back of the King Huang was covered with beads of sweat in just a few words.

"What is the attitude of the Wilderness, or Yu Yutian, towards the Red Heart God and Demon? Twenty calamities, countless souls, and a permanent god and demon, just to guard against the East Pole Red Heart Cloud Realm?"

After listening to this, Wu Yong nodded slightly and turned to ask about the Red-hearted God and Demon?

"Uh... I don't know. I only know that the kings of the Yu Yu Holy Realm are not very willing to be stationed in the southern Yuncheng." Cangxiao shook his head repeatedly.

Although Wu Yong did not get the news he wanted to know, he was not annoyed. He glanced at the heir of the Cang Xiao King calmly.

"Well, you're useful!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he put it into the Qingdan gourd again.

Judging from the layout of the Wilderness, the nine seats of the Great Scarlet Sky guard the Cloud Realm. The northern realm is the weakest, so only the Yuanshen family is in charge. The central part is slightly stronger, and in the southern part, I'm afraid that all the fourteen immortal sects are there.

After thinking for a moment, Wu Yong glanced at the merit book on the table, and his soul sank into the virtual shadow of Youxiantai. This time, he destroyed the entire branch of one heir and four kings, with a total of more than two thousand Taoist merits, of which the Taoist merits of the five kings accounted for half, and the rest belonged to the Fuyao cultivators.

Another hundred Dao skills can obtain a "Kunlun Spiritual Key". Ten thousand Dao skills plus one great skill can be exchanged for a spiritual treasure. Thirty thousand Dao skills plus one great skill can be exchanged for an Immortal Key.

In other words, ten Kunlun inspirations can be obtained in this battle?

There is still some distance to break through to the Great True Lord, but plans cannot keep up with changes. At this time, the guarantees of the three tribes of Qiongming, Tianxiang and others are no longer of any use. We must get enough of Kunlun's spiritual energy as soon as possible, improve our foundation, overcome the thirty-nine great tribulations, and prove ourselves to be close to immortality.

The Wild Territory has not yet taken seriously the fact that there are six gods and demons stationed in Yu Yutian. If they wait for that side to receive the news, who knows how terrifying this battlefield will be.

(End of this chapter)