From a Zhengyi Taoist Child to a Master of All Laws

Chapter 580 China, a great victory!
Li Yang was stationed on the coast, with his Yang Shen sitting three thousand meters in the sky, and his spiritual consciousness spread throughout the entire battlefield.

Fortunately, no further accidents occurred.

After realizing the dramatic change in the war situation and Li Yang's killing of four earthly immortals from the Jizhen Realm in the East China Sea, the Korean Country, Italy, the Southeast Asian countries, and even the Sakura Country, whose territory had been mostly sunk, which had been in a depressed attitude, began to move and wanted to help China eliminate the Jizhen Realm's Xuanyong army.

Before this, when they went to China to fight against the Kyokushin Realm army, they only sent the country's top masters.

In response to this, China blocked all the troops coming to support it outside the border and only accepted various supplies, military aid and masters above the innate level.

Anyone can see that this war is about to end!
The final battlefield is located on the long coastline south of Dandong Line in eastern Guangdong Province.

Under the blood-red and dim sunset, the clanging sounds of swords and armor colliding were dense and fragmented. The bay port, which was originally a resort, has become a Shura battlefield. The gravel under the soldiers' feet has become no longer soft because it is soaked with sticky blood.

The vast and powerful Xuanyong army, like demons, retreated to the coastline, and was then swallowed up and strangled bit by bit by the monks and troops of China.

Blood and flesh splattered everywhere, there were fierce shouts and screams, and the teeth-grinding friction sound of swords pulling out bones. The entire coastline was like an extremely terrifying meat grinder, devouring thousands of soldiers every second.

Thirty thousand Xuan warriors are thirty thousand innate masters. Even if there is no top-notch organization of masters from the Jizhen world, it is still an extremely tough nut to crack, causing heavy casualties among the Chinese army and monks.

Fortunately, there were a few bright colors in the long battle line on the beach, which swept away the vast army of Xuanyong from the Jizhen Realm like ferocious beasts.

The most conspicuous and deepest knife among them belongs to Baiyun Mountain.

After Zhu Ling woke up, he ignored all obstacles and traveled thousands of miles from Baiyun Mountain to the coast. Together with Li Linger, Wang Shuhuan and Zhu Ling, they brought Yang Jiaqi, Yang Xinwu, Tang Zhan and a group of Baiyun innates, like sharp knives, and pierced deeply into the Xuanyong army.

The strength of Bai Yun Zhen Chuan at this time was a world apart from what it was a few days ago.

Liu Ming was seriously injured and his life span was severely depleted, but relying on the Ji Sword, he was still able to exert the power of the Zhong Dao. Together with Li Linger and Wang Shuhuan, he shuttled through the Xuan Yong army and strangled them.

Moreover, the most eye-catching person on the entire battlefield at this time was not Qi Qiansu, Dao Muling and the three human immortals who were rescued from the True Dragon, nor even Li Yang who was sitting at an altitude of 3,000 meters and taking charge of the overall situation, but Li Linger who was riding a torrent of swords and rushing over the Xuanyong army.

The Three Thousand Qingshuangs and the One Hundred and Eight Liuyuns had been mostly shattered in the process of blocking the immortals from the Jizhen Realm in the past few days, but the remaining swords were still terrifying. The swords clanged like a silver, violent sword dragon, and the fragments of the Xuanyong were scattered wherever they passed.

In terms of performance on the battlefield alone, Li Ling'er at this time is more eye-catching than the two human immortals Qi Qiansu and Dao Mu Ling.

"It's a pity that the Five True Disciples of Baiyun still cannot fight side by side."

Zhu Ling manipulated the ghost baby to skillfully twist off the head of a mysterious figurine, then reached out to refine the scattered residual soul. He sighed with regret and couldn't help but look up at Li Yang who was sitting high in the sky.

"I don't know when little Zhuoma will be able to come back..."

It is no secret in China that little Zhuoma and Zen Master Gao Miao merged into one to manifest as Mingzun. When Mingzun was born that day, there were strange phenomena in Buddhist temples all over the country.

But as the eldest senior sister of Baiyun Zhenchuan, Zhu Ling is still thinking about the innocent little Zhuoma.

However, even though there were so many experts from China participating in the war, the war to wipe out the Xuanyong still lasted for more than a week.

From day to night, from nightfall to sunrise, Li Linger's sword torrent gradually broke and shrank, and the Zhenyue swords in the hands of many soldiers were also chopped and bent.

The Chinese army could not sustain such high-intensity and long-term fighting and could only take turns, divided into three groups, and set up rest tents near the fishing village near the beach.

On the fourth day, Zhao Ziyao, Wang Xin and others on Baiyun Mountain finally couldn't hold back any longer. They rushed into the battlefield in a mighty manner despite Li Yang's dissuasion. They fought till the sky was dark and they returned exhausted.

On the fifth day of the campaign to wipe out the Xuanyong army, the immortals from the Jizhen Realm who had previously retreated from the depths of the Pacific Ocean returned in their spaceships, intending to regain the initiative on the battlefield.

They even practiced a large formation, with more than a dozen immortals performing the exercises together, like a dozen streams of light rising up together, to surround and kill Li Yang.

After a long battle, Li Yang once again used the power of heaven and earth, swept across with a sword, and the formation was destroyed. More than a dozen immortals coughed up blood and fled.

With another sword strike, the Kyokushinkai spaceship that was stranded above the coastline exploded with a loud bang, as if the tip of the sword had set off a series of fireworks.

From then on, the entire battle entered its final stage.

After displaying his magical powers, Li Yang retracted into his body again. His Yang Spirit shone in all directions, and the battlefield stretching for thousands of miles was clearly visible in Li Yang's perception.

"Am I being too cautious? Or is the other party hiding something extremely secretive?"

Sitting cross-legged at an altitude of 3,000 meters, Li Yang frowned slightly.

After rushing to the southern battlefield from Qingcheng Mountain, Li Yang was very suspicious that the person who destroyed Qingcheng Mountain and his clone was a master from the Extreme Realm hiding in the dark. He was worried that he was hiding in the battlefield like the five great earth immortals before, so Li Yang restrained himself from taking action this week, silently sensing the situation on the entire battlefield.

However, now that the Xuanyong army is about to be destroyed, and the remaining dozen or so immortals from the Jizhen Realm were also seriously injured by his own sword, this possible mysterious master has not yet appeared.

"Maybe, I am overthinking it. The one who killed my clone should be the dying counterattack of the two human immortals."

Li Yang made up his mind and stopped waiting. He came down from the clouds and took powerful action.

With Li Yang's current combat power, everything was like a piece of cake, and these Xuanyong with innate strength could not stop him.

Finally, on the afternoon of the seventh day, Jin Ying of the Taoist Alliance cut off the head of the last Xuan warrior.

When Jin Ying, whose expression was numb, subconsciously picked up the head of the Xuan Yong that had rolled to the ground, and raised her head, she found that her comrades in all directions were staring at her blankly.

Standing in the air were Li Zhenjun, Baiyun Zhenchuan, Qi Kuishou, Taoist Chen Xiyan… They were all looking at him, their faces tired, but with a hint of indescribable joy and relief.

Standing on tiptoe, she looked around, observing through the gaps between each of her comrades who had numb expressions and bent swords, until she was sure that there was no longer a single standing Xuan terracotta warrior on the entire battlefield. Jin Ying could no longer control herself, her whole body went limp, and she hugged her knees with tears streaming down her face.

The war is over!
Blue Star, China, wins!!
"Qiang!"

"Qiang!"

The soldier who was still standing on the beach could no longer hold the sword in his hand, which had a bent and broken blade. It slipped from his palm and fell onto the bloody sand.

One, two, and then spread to all.

"We won! We defeated the army of Jizhenjie!" "Long live Blue Star, long live China, long live the Dao League, long live Li Zhenjun!!"

"I want to go home, I want to go home now, I want to tell my mother that her son survived!"

First there was a brief silence, and then the entire long coastline suddenly became boiling. The surviving soldiers and monks hugged each other and cried. No matter their level of cultivation, no matter whether they were men or women, they all hugged each other and cried.

Wang Shuhuan pushed away Liu Ming, who was trying to wipe his tears on himself, with disgust. He was also infected by Liu Ming's emotions. He took out an embroidered bag with blood stains on it so that the words could not be seen clearly from his specially sewn pocket, pressed it against his heart, and forced a smile.

"Squad leader, it's over. I can finally go back to find you."

After being rejected by Wang Shuhuan, Liu Ming turned to look at the cold Li Ling'er next to him. He was scared away by the sword energy and wanted to hug the sweet and soft senior sister Zhu Ling, but found that Wang Xin, who had been forced to raise a child, had taken the lead. He had no choice but to jump down from the sky, and wanted to hug Yang Jiaqi with tears in his eyes.

Halfway through the walk, Yang Xinwu, who was covered in blood, discovered his intention. He stepped in front of his sister and hugged Liu Ming before Liu Ming could make a move.

Liu Ming felt the greatest sorrow of all. He was held in the arms of Yang Xinwu, who was covered in sweat, blood and dirt. He was unable to struggle and his face looked even more desolate and desperate than when he was fighting against the human immortal.

Like tearing up books after the college entrance examination, smoking during the sage period, this is a catharsis after days of high pressure, the desperate and tense nerves have been suppressed for so long, and suddenly released, all the soldiers and monks are venting their emotions,
Li Yang looked at all this with a knowing smile on his face, but when he thought of Chi Yanhong who was still unconscious on Baiyun Mountain, he sighed softly.

When Mr. Xie from the temporary combat command center heard the battle report from the front, his eyes went dark and he almost collapsed in his chair.

"Inform the whole country! Call the world! China, Blue Star, has won!"

"After seven days of non-stop fighting, 30,000 Xuan warriors have been completely surrounded and killed on the coast of eastern Guangdong!"

Standing up with the help of others, Mr. Xie looked at the blood-red sunset on the sea, and spoke in a sonorous tone! ——
After the Xuanyong army was destroyed, all that remained were the Jizhenjie spaceship entrenched in the depths of Taiping and a dozen seriously injured human immortal masters.

Under the leadership of Li Yang, Qi Qiansu, Dao Mu Ling, Zhen Long, Li Ling'er, Wang Shuhuan Liu Ming, Morris and other above-the-Tao fighters formed a special team and rushed into the Pacific Ocean.

No one would doubt the final outcome of this raid. Under the leadership of Li Zhenjun, who had already advanced to the level of Earthly Immortal, everything was accomplished with ease.

The opening of the gate seems to have a certain time limit, or perhaps the method of opening the gate is unknown to the immortals in the Extreme Realm. When Li Yang and the masters of Blue Star arrived in the deep Pacific Ocean, more than a dozen immortals were trying to open the gate and return to the Extreme Realm.

After a brief encounter, realizing the absolute gap in strength, more than a dozen immortals fled and escaped to all directions of the Pacific Ocean.

Li Yang used his magical power of clones and joined forces with other Blue Star masters. In just half a day, they killed more than a dozen human immortals in various parts of the world.

Qi Qiansu, Dao Muling and Zhenlong, three great immortal fighters, were left to guard the boundary gate in turns to prevent any more enemies from crossing the boundary. The other Blue Star masters returned to their own countries. Li Yang also returned to China with three disciples and a group of Taoist Alliance masters.

Before a war, plans must be made, layouts must be made, and various pre-war mobilizations and post-war preparations must be carried out.

After the war, things are still numerous and complicated.

The wreckage of a spacecraft destroyed in the deep Pacific Ocean, the precious materials decomposed from the corpses of 30,000 Xuan warriors, the spoils collected from the fallen masters of the Extreme Realm, the specific list of casualties, and so on.

It can be summed up in four words: relief and reward.

But all this has nothing to do with Li Yang. With his cultivation and combat power, there are no resources or magic weapons on Blue Star that can benefit him, and there are no rewards that can attract him.

After the battle in the Pacific, the three great immortals took turns guarding the boundary gate. Li Yang was the first to treat the seriously injured and unconscious Zu Tianshi. After Zu Tianshi woke up, he immediately returned to Baiyun Mountain with the Baiyun disciples.

At this time, Li Yang was also exhausted both physically and mentally. All the serious injuries he had suffered before were suppressed. He barely started the furnace to refine a batch of pills to distribute to the seriously injured disciples on the mountain. After bestowing a batch of talismans, he gave a few simple instructions and immediately returned to the Yuchan Hall in the back mountain to accompany Chi Yanhong.

If the atmosphere on Baiyun Mountain was relatively normal with Li Yang keeping the atmosphere subdued, then after the news of the war's end and China's great victory spread, the 1.6 billion people of China instantly became excited and the whole country celebrated.

Before the specific battlefield data was compiled, the Chinese military took the lead in repairing network base stations in various places and rebuilding satellites in the sky.

After all major TV stations and channels resumed broadcasting, they immediately began to report on the battlefield situation and various live audios provided by the military.

Chi Yuanjun and Qi Kuishou were covered in blood, facing the endless black mass of Taoist immortals on the opposite side; Li Yang was being hunted down by the five earthly immortals, the situation was critical, and he was repeatedly seriously injured; and on the long coastline, the human army was being hunted down by the Xuanyong army, with blood flowing like a river and corpses everywhere...

Countless people watched with red eyes. At this moment, people realized it belatedly. They could not imagine how China won against such a terrifying and huge enemy. And how much it paid.

It was not until he saw the dark geographical line across China, the spiritual stones and elixirs thrown by tens of thousands of people, and the Taoist Master Yubao risking his life to buy a chance for the Chinese army to retreat, that he realized something and tears filled his eyes.

The battlefield data and the data salvaged by the Pacific spacecraft were almost ready, so the Beijing authorities held a meeting overnight and finally decided to hold the National Martyrdom Ceremony in five major areas, namely Baiyun, Beijing, Qingcheng, East Guangdong, and Qiongzhou, one week later.

This grand ceremony is not only a memorial to mourn the dead and wounded soldiers, but also a reward for those who have made contributions to the war.

After destruction comes reconstruction, and things begin to brighten up. The entire 9.6 million square kilometers of Chinese territory is regaining vitality after the war.

On the other hand, on Baiyun Mountain, Zhao Ziyao, the temporary actual person in charge of Baiyun Mountain, was frowning, which was out of tune with the thriving and joyful atmosphere of the mountain after surviving the disaster.

"It's over, it's over! After this battle, Baiyun Mountain will become the largest debtor!"

Zhao Ziyao tapped on her calculator, tears streaming down her face.

After the war, two big debtors appeared in Baiyun Mountain, one was Li Ling'er and the other was Li Yang.

Li Linger is riding a sword dragon with a torrent of swords. She looks cool and awesome. However, those swords are public property and must be returned.

But this is not a big deal. After all, it is Baiyun Mountain’s own business. No matter how much debt it has, it can pay it back slowly by itself.

But Li Yang's was not okay! Just now, Li Yang sent a message from the back mountain, asking her to count the supplies sent by the people along the way from the Western Desert to the East China Sea.

"No, Li Zhenjun, are you sure you really want to return it?"

"Even if we sell off Baiyun Mountain, we still can't pay it back! With the assets of Baiyun Mountain and the mineral veins of Mount Emei, it will take at least sixty years to pay it back!"

Zhao Ziyao's tone was filled with grief and indignation. Thinking of the miserable life she would have to live on the mountain for the next sixty years, tightening her belt and looking pale and thin, her eyes became empty and she instantly lost hope for her future life.

(End of this chapter)