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Chapter 172 171. The War Begins! (8.3K words - long chapter, please subscribe)
The Snow Country worships the Fire Demon Sect.

The Sha Gu explosion crossed the realm and shattered the ghost baby statue that was almost showing signs of life with just one strike.

Mu Lieyang was wailing miserably and burning in mid-air.

At this moment, the entire Zoroastrian Demon Sect seemed to be in trouble, and rainbow lights flew up and surrounded Song Yan.

The matter of sacrifice was still kept secret, and Mu Lieyang's current condition was naturally attributed to Song Yan's actions.

"metropolitan!"

"metropolitan!"

Suddenly, some cultivators approached Mu Lieyang. The closest one was caught by Mu Lieyang and was bathed in the sacrificial fire. The other one was so scared that he hurried away and looked at Song Yan with a fierce look in his eyes.

Obviously, this was Mu Lieyang's absolute confidant. If something happened, he would not think that the clan leader had a problem, but would only think that this ancient tribe member was too ruthless.

His lips moved, and Song Yan's hands also moved, summoning several souls from the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and moving them slightly.

The soul is out.

The monk hurriedly used his mysterious weapon to resist.

boom!
Soul explosion!

The mysterious weapon was shattered.

The monk was also shattered.

No matter what he wanted to say, what he cursed, or what he wanted to debate with Song Yan, it no longer mattered.

The dead can't say anything and won't make any noise.

When fighting with Mu Lieyang before, Song Yan was thinking of giving it his all, so he condensed the Sha Gu Spear. But to deal with these cultivators, let alone the Giant Soul Swallowing, even ordinary Soul Explosion Technique would be enough.

However, there was resentment in the eyes of the surrounding Fire Worshiping Demon Sect monks.

Some of them did not have a good relationship with Mu Lieyang, but just had a sense of anger that one tooth would be in danger if the other were to be killed; as for the monks of lower realms, they huddled together out of fear and showed a sense of resistance together.

The Fire Demon Sect is at least the guardian sect of the Snow Country. Even though it cannot compare to the Formless Ancient Clan, it should not be killed at will without any reason.

Song Yan did not like killing people, so he glanced at the many monks who had risen into the air and said, "There is something wrong with the fire you worship. This fire corrodes life. Mu Lieyang is just playing with fire and getting burned."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a mad and ferocious look flashing in the eyes of the leading monk, as if he was about to say something to interrupt him and refute him.

Song Yan raised his hand casually.

Several evil spirits exploded again, shattering the monk's defenses and causing him to explode into a ball of flesh and blood fireworks in mid-air.

After killing this person, he patiently explained: "This person not only has no remorse, but also wants to continue to seduce you, he really deserves to die.

All right
Now I give you two options.

One, stop practicing the exercises immediately, stay away from the Snow Country and Fire Worship. I will issue a letter of introduction to this group of people, so that you can change to another sect and practice again;
The other is to live and die together with the Zoroastrian Sect.

No matter which path you choose, no one else can interfere, or you will die!"

If a hostile sect invades, it will naturally be a fight to the death.

But these cultivators grew up with the idea that "the Wuxiang Ancient Clan is the superior country, and we must obey the orders of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan", so they did not have the courage to fight to the death when facing Song Yan, the powerful envoy.

This is just like when a country's royal family comes to a place, reads out the charges, and executes the local general. The general's subordinates will be angry, but basically no one will rebel.

As he finished speaking, he saw that many disciples of the Demon Sect had agitated expressions in their eyes, but they did not dare to be the first to speak out due to the power of the elders of the sect. So he looked at a group of young cultivators and said gently: "Little guys, you are still young. If there is a better way, you should go and walk more and take a look, instead of wasting your life here. Come here."

His words gave courage to the monks of lower realms.

The Demon Sect had no loyalty to begin with, and now with the support of this mysterious and terrifying powerful being, all the Xuan cultivators flew towards Song Yan in a rush.

People tend to follow the crowd, and monks are no exception.

Soon, many cultivators who were loyal to the sect and didn't know why they were standing still came behind Song Yan.

The rest are only a dozen or so people.

The leader said in a cold voice: "As an envoy of the ancient clan, you destroyed a major clan of a country for a trumped-up reason. If this matter gets out, other countries will be shocked!
Today, it was only because the sect leader trusted you and came to see you that he was ambushed by you. If our sect had activated the formation in advance, you might not have been able to succeed so easily!

Although we have not been able to start a large-scale battle, will the Yuguo Sect treat you as before when they see you, the ancient clan, again next time?"

"Unfounded?"

Song Yan snorted coldly and said, "You are the elder of the Fire Worshiping Demon Sect, right? Do you really think it's okay to worship fire?"

The elder said: "My Demon Sect's skills are designed to be quick and hasty, so it's normal even if there are some side effects!"

Song Yan glanced at Mu Lieyang, who had already burned himself to silence, and his confidant, and asked, "What about them?"

The elder said: "It's just that he went astray and suffered backlash!"

Normally, a strong man from the ancient clan would only get angry after hearing these words, and would immediately kill the person in front of him, because such a person is really stubborn and unrepentant.

But there was a strange look in Song Yan's eyes.

He sensed something was wrong.

"I didn't expect that there is someone as loyal as you in the Demon Sect."

After saying that, he turned his head and looked at another elder who had already stood behind him, and asked, "Do you think he is right?"

The elder stared forward and said sternly, "Elder Feng, have you lost your mind? The emissary has said that there is something wrong with this fire. When I think about it carefully, I also feel that it is not groundless. What are you still insisting on?"

The elder said, "Elder Zhao! This fire is the source of our cultivation method. If you lose it, you will lose your future and the path of cultivation! Do we still have time to start over?"

Elder Feng is the elder standing opposite Song Yan.

Elder Zhao stood behind Song Yan.

Elder Zhao looked at Song Yan carefully.

Song Yan said directly: "Those who cannot cultivate to the end are just making wedding clothes for others. This fire burns your life, but it helps others."

Elder Zhao was stunned for a moment, a thoughtful look in his eyes. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was very likely to be true.

Elder Feng on the opposite side said sternly: "Don't listen to his nonsense! This fire is the foundation of our Fire Worshiping Demon Sect and the foundation of the Snow Country! Whoever wants to touch it will destroy our Demon Sect and our Snow Country!
We were born and raised here. No matter who wants to destroy our country, we must resist, even the Wuxiang Ancient Clan is no exception! "

As soon as he finished speaking, Elder Feng rushed towards Song Yan like crazy, his thoughts weaving into a powerful energy offensive. He was actually a powerful warrior in the early Purple Mansion stage!
No wonder, anyone who has the courage to stand opposite Song Yan must be at least in the Purple Mansion Realm.

Song Yan didn't even look at him and raised his hand to grab it.

There are a number of missing souls in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

The next moment, cause and effect will be resolved.

The evil solidifying needle.

A needle pierces the heart.

boom!
burst!
Elder Feng exploded without any surprise.

Song Yan raised his hand, wanting to collect Elder Feng's soul into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, but then the exploded corpse and even the soul were suddenly burned with a cruel red flame.

The monks watched all this in silence.

This time, everyone saw it clearly.

The fire was burning on Elder Feng's body.

Song Yan waved his hand, and a stream of spirits flew out from the banner, chasing after the monks behind Elder Feng.

Soon, terrifying yet brilliant fireworks exploded in the sky.

After a moment, Song Yan looked at Elder Zhao, who was still in shock, and said calmly, "Take me to search the secret place of the Demon Sect. I want to find the core of a formation."

Elder Zhao nodded hurriedly.

Song Yan looked at Zi Fu who had come with him and said, "Arrange for the soul jade slips to be checked, and then let these disciples move west in advance. It's a two-way choice, so that they can go to a suitable sect again."

The Purple Mansion hurriedly said respectfully: "Yes!"

After seeing how terrifying this ancient clan's genius was, his attitude completely changed.

And this scene will also be known by the top leaders of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan.

This is also the reason why Song Yan used soul explosion spells from beginning to end.

He wanted to prove himself once again: He was Feng Chengzi's reincarnation, but he had lost his memory.

However, Elder Feng's abnormality made him realize that the Demon Monk had really done a lot of things in the past fifty years, and the sacrifice of the Demon Infant by the Fire Worshiping Demon Sect was indeed a core part of its plan.

Now, everything he did was most likely known to the evil monk.

Because the ancient clan’s land is rich in mysterious energy, communication is easy.

He and the demon monk may be the only two people in the world who still control the power of the tiger king.

However, after he turned into a ghost, he could no longer let ordinary ghosts leave his body, but the evil monk could do so to his full potential.

God knows how many minions it has created, how many people it has possessed, and how many people it has infiltrated in the past fifty years.

When there is a high level of existence, the evil monk will be bewitched.

At a lower level, it can become a minions and infiltrate.

The demon monk has no soul, nor is he a human being. He is just a strange cause and effect formed by the obsession of the sea of ​​suffering and the evil thoughts from outside the domain. How can he still have any human nature? How can he still have any Tao heart?

It took over the body of the Insect King, but it would be more accurate to say that it completely distorted the Insect King's soul with its own strange cause and effect.

The Insect King is still the Insect King, but his own karma has been suppressed by the evil monk.

In this situation, the evil monk would naturally give full play to his power and let his minions spread all over the world.

Fortunately, the divine jade slip detection enabled Song Yan to detect the hidden aura of the evil spirits.

The next day, he actually found twenty-six minions among the disciples of the Fire Worshiping Demon Sect.

Song Yan killed it casually, and then continued to look for the core of the sacrificial formation.

"That boy, I already know who it is.

He is in the Snow Country.

He is so cunning that he is just like one of our own kind.

Without any intelligence and without knowing your existence, he went crazy and tried to kill the Fire Worship Sect!

I got the news that he has killed Mu Lieyang and he is searching for the core of the sacrificial formation!
Although it is only one of the nine major formations, it is the most important one.

I'm still on my way and won't make it in time.

Now, if you don’t show some real skills, I’m afraid everything will be ruined!”

The demon monk was communicating with someone hurriedly.

After a long time, a faint voice was heard.

“Send a Purple Mansion Realm person to Bingjing Soul Threshold.

I will borrow his body to get out first."

The demon monk said: "Do you really think I am omnipotent? I can't control the Purple Mansion Realm. Now is the time for you to find a way."

A faint voice asked, "Who is he?"

The demon monk said, "Tang Han. However, his name before he took over another body should be Song Yan. He also disguised himself as Zhang Han."

After leaving the Soul Threshold of the King of Insects, the demon monk had already used his identity as the Insect King to follow the clues and figured out many things.

"Tang Han? Zhang Han? Song Yan? I get it. In this case, there is no need to rush, but we can't let him continue to cause destruction. Bring your people to the Ice Mirror Wasteland." A faint voice responded, and then there was no movement.

The dark blue ice crystals reflected countless broken scenes like a kaleidoscope, and something seemed to be beating violently at the end of the darkness and depth.

Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The terrifying and magical sound beats in a regular rhythm. If there were an ordinary cultivator here, each sound would be enough to break his heart and cause him to bleed to death.

It was a huge "egg" that looked like a chicken egg, but this "egg" was not for fertilization, but for sealing. The sealing inside and outside completely sealed off the foreign objects inside.

There were obviously a lot of foreign objects, but there were much fewer of them that were still "active". Even though they were still struggling frantically, they could no longer escape, and it was only a matter of time before they were completely digested.

But a strange wisp of black smoke suddenly slid out from one side of the giant dome.

The black smoke was like a snake, swimming through the secret realm of the kaleidoscope ice edges, slowly moving out, and coming to an ice field.

There are corpses or living bodies frozen on the ice field.

Those who can come here are at least cultivators of the Crimson Palace Realm, and once they encounter the Snow State among the three states of the Tumor Realm, they will not die themselves, but their cause and effect will be frozen, and they will sleep here in a strange state.

This black smoke is naturally from the demonic existence in the "Second Layer of Corruption in the Sea of ​​Bitterness" - the Nine-Child Demon Mother.

Although its main body cannot be separated, it can separate a wisp of its breath and escape in an emergency.

Before, it wanted to occupy the body of a Purple Mansion monk to get out, but it didn't have such a body.

So, it had to come into this frozen ice and snow to find a suitable body.

Like the demon monk, it does not have a soul, so the prerequisite for it to find a target is that the target must be alive.

However, the Ice Mirror Soul Threshold has been closed for many years, and it is really not easy to find a suitable body in it.

After searching for a while, it stopped above a frozen body.

Below her was a long-legged female cultivator.

Wearing a pure silver sword robe, with long hair and eyes wide open
The Nine-Child Demon Mother stared at the body intently. Her sight could penetrate the surface of the body, reach deep into the soul, and glimpse the frozen cause and effect.

As it watched, it seemed to make a decision and suddenly dived down.

The ice and snow that can freeze cause and effect cannot affect it at all.

The black smoke seeped into the frozen soil and went inside along the female cultivator's ears and nose.

a moment
Bang!
Frozen soil shatters.

The female cultivator stepped out.

"Su Yao? In the middle stage of the Crimson Palace? She actually has a causal relationship with Song Yan. They are destined to be together."

"This body was almost at the end of its life, but because of the frozen soil, has its lifespan been slightly extended?
If it weren't for my grandma, I wouldn't have chosen you."

moment
“Well, it’s not completely useless.

There is actually a trace of the ancient clan's spiritual heritage in this body. This inherited aura is quite familiar. Let me take a look at what is going on."

Another moment.
“Oh, it turns out to be the Lingbo Ancient Clan.

That was not a wrong choice.

Hehehe, what a poor little guy.

Let me, your grandma, reopen this sealed soul inheritance for you."

"This way, you can be better used by me!"

Amidst the strange laughter, wisps of black energy surrounded the silver-robed female cultivator, and the black energy seemed to have shattered some seal within her body, making her figure appear even more strangely light and graceful, like a gust of wind or a pool of water, dancing softly.

A knife can cut paper and iron, but it cannot cut water.

Even if the water is temporarily cut off, it will soon recover and continue to flow.

The innate spiritual heritage of the Lingbo ancient clan is like water. No matter what force attacks them, they will bypass it like water, so they cannot be really hit at all. Even when facing those attacks that are sure to hit them, such as cause and effect tracking, they can also divert the attack by throwing away the objects they carry with them.

This is the terrifying talent of the Lingbo ancient clan.

It's not about the physique, it's not about training, it's about nimbleness and dodging.

After completing the inheritance, Demon Mother Su Yao strolled leisurely on the frozen land.

Although her body was only in the middle stage of the Crimson Palace, the power hidden in her soul was a breath of the Nine-Child Demon Mother.

If the demon monk at the obsession level actually corresponds to the divine infant, then the Nine-Child Demon Mother will be even higher than him!

More haste less speed.

Demon Mother Su Yao would not go out rashly. If the Snow Country formation must be destroyed, then destroy it.

Anyway, although the formation is very important, there are more than one and more than nine of them.

Those large formations have already been distributed all over this continent.

A thousand-year layout is not so easy to break.

It borrows the power of the demon monk, but does not rely entirely on him.

At this time, as she walked, the many dead monks under the frozen soil appeared one by one. They had many storage bags hidden on their bodies, some of which could be seen even through the ice layer, and these storage bags must contain various resources.

However, Demon Mother Su Yao doesn't care about these resources at all, because there are better and more suitable ones.

That is the entire inheritance of the ancient Lingbo clan!

She just happened to know.

Because she happened to witness the demise of the Lingbo ancient clan with her own eyes!

After a long time, Demon Mother Su Yao came to the outermost secret realm of the Soul Threshold. Two huge hands of black smoke spread out, grabbed the edge of the secret realm that was about to be completely opened, and pulled it hard.

boom!
Boom boom boom!
More bitter sea breath rushed out.

What comes with it is the release of the soul threshold aura!

The Ice Mirror Soul Threshold is completely born, born ahead of schedule!

After doing all this, Demon Mother Su Yao quickly walked into the next secret realm.

That secret realm was a secret realm with many mansions. It was obvious that people had lived here before, but now they were all gone.

As the Demon Mother Su Yao stepped in, many of the furniture in the mansion turned into dust.

In the darkness, there were strange figures possessed by evil spirits, but they seemed to be afraid and quickly moved away as the Demon Mother Su Yao approached.

Soon, Demon Mother Su Yao bent down and picked up a wooden sign.

The wooden sign shone brightly, as if sensing something, and after a moment an old sigh was heard from inside.

"I never thought that I would meet someone from my tribe after such a long time. Come with me."

Fire Worship Sect, Secret Realm.
All kinds of debris were burning in the crimson bonfire.

Flames drilled in and out of the skull's seven orifices, and the dazzling light made the dark wilderness flicker.

Song Yan scanned the surroundings and quickly found the core of the so-called "Lihuo Huasheng Array".

Raise your hand.

destruction!

The core of the formation was shattered, and the veins that spread out gradually turned from their original pale red to dark and dry.

Song Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then looked around vigilantly.

Just as he was thinking about it, the voice from Tang Xiaoxuan suddenly sounded: The Ice Mirror Soul Threshold has been opened, and it has been opened at this moment!
Whether it was Tang Xiaoxuan or Ancestor Ning Xin, they naturally left some communicative thoughts in Song Yan's body.

Song Yan thought for a moment and responded, "Where is the treasure picker?"

Tang Xiaoxuan said, "We have found it and are on the way. The treasure is precious and is in my clan's territory. I can't just sit and watch this opportunity slip away! However, now that the demon clan is approaching, this Ice Mirror Soul Threshold is like the front line. I plan to gather the people of my clan here and wait and see what happens."

Song Yan said: "I'll be right there."

He had already sensed the demon monk.

Perhaps, that Ice Realm Soul Threshold was where he and the Demon Monk fought.

This is actually not safe, but this time, it is really difficult for him to retreat. If he cannot fight back even with the help of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, then no matter where he hides in the world, he will be chased by the evil monks unscrupulously and then swallowed up.

Tang Xiaoxuan suddenly said: "You can kill Mu Lieyang in an instant, this is really beyond my expectation.

With only the early stage of Purple Mansion, he can kill those in the late stage in seconds. He is truly an unparalleled genius.

If a fight really breaks out, if there's something wrong, you can retreat if you can. My clan can be without anyone, but not you.

With such an opportunity and talent like yours, given time, it will surely be a chance for our race to rise completely!"

Song Yan asked: "Is Ancestor Ning Xin coming?"

Tang Xiaoxuan said: "Ancestor Ning Xin is the last barrier of my ancient clan, she will not go anywhere.

If the battle goes badly, go find her as soon as you leave.

After that, you can break through with peace of mind beside her, and practice our clan's secret technique "Hundred Phases of Birth and Death" as soon as possible, and then don't go out until you break through the Divine Infant!"

Song Yan narrowed his eyes and responded, "I understand, Patriarch."

Soon after, he searched the Fire Worshiping Demon Sect. Although he did not find any soul treasures, he found quite a few soul weapons.

He directly released the evil souls stored in the Horcrux and absorbed them all into the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls.

In this way, the evil souls consumed by Elder Feng and others in killing Mu Lieyang were not only replenished in full, but also increased by a lot.

months later
Ice mirror wasteland.

On one side, there were rows of empty boats, and in each circle of formations there were cultivators.

These cultivators include cultivators from the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, the Yewang Ancient Clan, cultivators from hundreds of sects in the two countries' territories, and some cultivators who were quickly sent to provide support from the surrounding ancient countries.

On one side, there were groups of demons, and their overwhelming aura blocked out the sky.

The monsters vary in size, some are as big as mountains, and some are only as big as a human arm.

When these many scattered demons gather together, their shadows alone are enough to make people terrified.

There were also many cultivators gathered around the demon shadow, all of whom were from the subordinate sects of the Mountain and Sea Demon Kingdom.

Tang Xiaoxuan had already completed the "mobilization work", and at this time all the cultivators had a burning desire to fight in their eyes.

This is their home.

Here, they were born, raised, and buried.

They could not retreat because monks, like mortals, had countries.

Subjugation!

Just thinking of such words would make the monks here feel deeply hurt, because it not only means that their land will be invaded, but also that their fellow disciples, teachers, relatives, friends, companions, descendants and even families will all be destroyed.

The fiery fighting spirit was about to soar into the sky, and the light emitted by various treasures had formed a shining light area here.

On the demon side, all kinds of strange auras were entangled together, including poisonous gas, evil gas, miasma, golden light, and light gas of unknown function floating up and down. Spiders could be seen weaving webs and giant elephants roaring faintly.

The demon monk appeared calm on the surface, but he was actually starting to panic.

It really didn't intend to make such a big fuss!

But somehow the situation became so big.

But soon, it became excited and proud again, thinking to itself: "This is truly my masterpiece."

It has contributed a lot of power behind this chaos.

Over the years, it has continuously used "seduction" and "accomplices" to sow the seeds of unrest, and now all these seeds have sprouted, grown leaves, and bloomed!

Its eyes were already fixed on a young man on the airship of the opposite camp.

The boy was also looking at it.

In the battle between thousands of soldiers and monks, perhaps everyone has their own agenda and desires. But these two only have eyes for each other.

Song Yan was sitting on a seat in the middle of an empty spaceship, his black hair loose, and a beautiful lady was sitting on his crossed left leg.

The pretty beauty was picking up the spiritual fruit and putting it into the mouth of the lord of the ancient Wuxiang clan.

She laughed, but there was a tremor in her laughter.

Song Yan put his arm around her waist and said calmly, "Don't be nervous."

The charming female cultivator said softly, "I am not nervous when I am with you, my lord."

Song Yan comforted the female cultivator, "Don't be nervous," and his own nervousness naturally dissipated.

But with such a scene, who wouldn’t be nervous?

There are too many variables in this kind of monk battle, no one can guarantee that they will not die, and...
His gaze fell on the icy wasteland not far away. In the center of the mirror-smooth frozen soil, an entrance to a tumor realm was already emitting strange fluctuations without any concealment.

The Soul Threshold is nearby!

Both Tang Xiaoxuan and Ye Wuzheng were afraid that someone would take advantage of the war to steal the evil treasure in the Soul Threshold, so they both tacitly decided to arrange the battlefield here.

In this way, the Soul Threshold is right in front of us, and anyone who wants to enter will be seen clearly.

This further increases the complexity of the battle.

Song Yan buried his head in the female cultivator's hair, sniffing the fragrance gently, while his restless hands made the female cultivator giggle.

When the female cultivator smiled, his mood would also relax.

The Buddha picked up the flower in front of him and couldn't help but smile because he was happy. He was happy because of the female cultivator in front of him.

Immediately, his gaze fell on the demon monk in the distance, with a look of contempt and disdain.

The evil monk covered the insect's body with a red robe and sneered, remaining unmoved.

Its whole body was tense, ready to strike.

Song Yanze relaxed his whole body, teased the female cultivator, and acted affectionate with her as if no one was around, becoming happier and happier.

of course
The ancient tribe and the mountain and sea monster tribe have always had many grudges.

It was definitely not just Song Yan and the demon monk who were staring at each other. There were also many people staring at their opponents and enemies in the opposite camp.

Tang Xiaoxuan sat calmly on the front empty boat, glancing at the weather.

He was waiting for the night.

Because it is night, the ancient Night King clan can exert its greatest power.

But Ye Suiyun would not give them such an opportunity. He floated close to Vilanpo and whispered a few words.

Vilanpo seemed to have lost his patience, and suddenly turned into a pitch-black flying dragon, floating up into the air, and said in a strange voice: "The grudge between the ancient tribe and the demon tribe, let's put an end to it today!"

Tang Xiaoxuan slammed the table and stood up, shouting: "You invaded my land, devoured my people, are not my kind, and your heart must be killed. You all deserve to die!!"

After that, he suddenly activated the formation and shouted, "Come in if you have the guts!"

Swish, swish, swish, swish
One large formation after another is activated.

The human race is good at combining treasures, formations and other offensive methods. If they ignore everything and just rush over to fight with the demons, then they are sick.

"Sir, you."

The beautiful female cultivator slowly loosened her arms around Song Yan's neck because she felt that it was time for Song Yan to get on top.

Song Yan smiled faintly and said, "No hurry."

Immediately, he leaned back comfortably and raised his hand to eat the mysterious fruit on the table beside him.

Everyone has their favorite and customary ways to calm down and warm up their fighting spirit. For example, playing chess, drinking tea, sharpening knives, etc.
But Song Yan's preference is women.

The seven emotions and six desires are all the true self. The so-called six desires are nothing but six greeds.

Greed for beauty, beautiful sounds, fragrance, delicious food, comfort, and pleasure.
All the happiness of all beings comes from this.

And women can completely bring him these six desires.

Song Yan closed his eyes and sniffed the fragrance of the beautiful female cultivator again, only to feel that his whole body was in a state of increasingly intense desires.

As if that was not enough, he waved to a female cultivator next to him.

The female cultivator also came closer, bringing a different scent and different compliments. At the same time, she pressed close to him from behind and began to slowly massage his shoulders.

If these two female cultivators had not known that this ancient clan cultivator was the genius of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan who had just destroyed the leader of the Fire Demon Sect, they would have thought that he was a useless second-generation rich man who came here to gain experience on the battlefield.

"Sir, you are amazing."

"Sir, don't."

Amid the groans of the two women, a fight was about to break out in the distance.

The demons began to charge!
In the void, the buzzing sound of insects soon came, like a sudden rainstorm, hitting the formation shield.

The surface of the shield, which looked like an ancient well without waves, suddenly began to ripple. From time to time, talismans of human cultivators shot out from it, igniting balls of flames in the air.

But these insects were not afraid of the flames at all and continued to go deeper, while some cultivators began to break out of the formation, waving their mysterious treasures to manifest all kinds of energy and repel the insects that had gone deeper, just like a small group of cavalry released to harass the enemy in a city defense checkpoint.

With the formation in place, you can attack or defend.

But the bugs on the demon clan's side were not injured. Their attack was overwhelming, as if a giant hand covering the sky was slapping the hundreds of formations set up by the ancient clan cultivators.

Immediately afterwards, all the demons and monks from the demon clan moved.

The fighting between the two sides further intensified.

The ancient Night King clan did not go out, they were all waiting for nightfall.

Tang Xiaoxuan naturally pushed forward, raised his hand to offer the stake, and with a wave of his hand, the stake became a hundred feet long and pressed horizontally, causing casualties wherever it went. But after only two hands, it was blocked by a gust of black wind.

Tang Xiaoxuan raised his head and met Vimala's gaze.

The two of them rose in tacit understanding and confronted each other.

The remaining Purple Mansion cultivators and demons also fought against each other.

As for Lian Xuan in Jiang Palace, there was a melee there.

The evil monk pushed everyone aside and fixed his eyes on Song Yan.

But Song Yan sat calmly in the center of the army, entertaining the female practitioners without any haste, laughing.

"My Lord, this is disgusting."

"Sir, are you coming again?"

Time passed by minute by minute, and soon it was night.

The moonlight and frost are like snowflakes flying all over the sky.

The ancient Night King clan also took action.

This move made the fight between the two sides even more brutal.

And many monks began to be exhausted and deaths began to occur.

More and more people are dying
That night, Song Yan was making love with two beautiful female cultivators on the bloody battlefield. He was very happy, and his spirit was also rising rapidly.

At dawn, the two women collapsed, and Song Yan took a sniff.

He smelled blood and death.

He raised his hand, took out two pills to restore vitality and fed them to the two women, then patted them on the back and said, "Help me deliver a letter to Mount Gushan."

After saying that, he really took out the letter.

The two women received the letter and quickly escaped from the battlefield.

Song Yan then stretched his body lazily, grabbed the blood-red Ten Thousand Souls Banner from the void, stretched out his left hand, and put on the glove inlaid with eight white cave crystal jades on his palm.

The next moment, his expression suddenly became grim, and the word "Yin" on his palm circulated frantically, connecting with the "Soul White Cave Crystal Jade", forming the "Ten Thousand Souls Banner Sacrifice Array".

"Come!!"

He raised his hand.

The soul that had been brought after nearly a day and a night of fighting suddenly felt a strong gravitational force and came towards him, then immediately entered the banner and became his power!
(End of this chapter)