Poor Taoist Qiu Chuji

Chapter 362 Killing each other
As the three discussed one of the causes of the war, the Heavenly and Demonic forces below were already clashing fiercely.

This was a battle that had absolutely no 'tactical aesthetics' whatsoever.

The extraordinary attributes of the Celestials and Demons render many tactics and strategies that supposedly rely on favorable timing and terrain useless.

Once the enemy arrives, no matter how magnificent the landscape may be, it will be easily crushed in the flames of war.

The place where the abyss meets the human world was quickly ravaged by the battles, creating more and more fissures.

The overflowing torrents of energy, like terrifying energy fountains, appeared and disappeared unpredictably on the battlefield.

Blood and severed limbs still writhed wildly and eerily on the battlefield. The flesh and blood of the Celestials and Demons were mixed together, which might create many monsters that would become considerable trouble in the future.

Once war breaks out, there will be no winners, at least not on this bloody battlefield.

On the blood-red scorched earth, Wu Tianhua's divine chariot came to a stop. The long wind whipped through his hair. Looking at the meat grinder-like battlefield, his gaze remained firm and unchanged.

As he brandished his sword, the Celestial Clan's iron cavalry charged forward relentlessly, trampling over the blood and flesh of their comrades and enemies—a veritable hell of flesh and blood.

The neighing of the celestial horses blended together with the roar of the demonic dragon not far away, transforming into the most terrifying sounds of horns and drums on the battlefield.

At this moment, the thunderous hooves of the galloping horses kicked up not dust, but flesh and blood intertwined into a flowing rainbow.

The light from the weapons reflected off them, creating countless shattered rainbows.

The elders of the demon race, deep within the abyss, chanted ancient incantations, causing ripples in the air as the spells reverberated.

The dozen or soaring dragons of the Abyss let out dying cries before exploding in mid-air, their rotting flesh and blood, wrapped in a green poisonous mist, splashing onto the gilded war chariot formation of the Celestial Clan.

Watching the demons launch such a suicidal attack, Wu Tianhua maintained a cold smile.

As several Celestial Elders waved their scepters, a golden barrier opened, infinitely encompassing the greenish-blue poisonous mist, temporarily pouring it into a closed, abandoned space.

The oppression of one race by another will inevitably manifest itself in all aspects.

If the demon race should be suppressed in the desolate and barren abyss simply because Wu Tianhua is the number one war god in the Three Realms, then that would be far too absurd.

In reality, the Celestial Race's overall combat strength, as well as the spells and supernatural powers they possess, are superior to those of the Demon Race.

Therefore, many of the so-called powerful methods of the Demon race have corresponding solutions for the Celestial race.

As the demon race's offensive was easily countered and neutralized by the celestial race, the celestial race's previously restrained offensive tactics began to take effect as the demon army penetrated deeper into the land. Golden rune arrays lit up on the scorched, blood-red, and ravaged earth.

Suddenly, thousands of threads, interwoven into a net, descended from the sky.

With the Skynet covering the battlefield, all the demons on the battlefield were greatly suppressed.

Although they were not directly killed, their strength, speed, stamina, and defense were all weakened.

The demon warriors, who were originally able to put up a good fight against the Celestials in direct combat, were quickly weakened and became no match for the Celestial warriors.

Under the Heavenly Net, the Demon Clan grew weaker with each battle, while the Celestial Clan grew stronger.

Mo Xuanling wielded the demonic blade, his body covered in blood as he fought, but the number of his subordinates dwindled while the number of enemies around him increased.

I fear that he will not be able to continue for long.

In this current battle, the Demon Clan's disadvantage compared to the Celestial Clan is gradually becoming fully apparent.

That is, the demon race lacks a true leader.

After the previous Demon Lord was killed by Wu Tianhua, the Demon Clan has not introduced a new Demon Lord, and has always adopted a system of joint discussion and joint governance by the Elders.

Such a system would certainly not be bad if placed in a force that needs peace and stable development.

However, under these circumstances, without a unified, core 'brain', the demons, already caught in the trap, will find it difficult to organize an effective counterattack against the Celestials' relentless pressure.

The Celestial Clan's Heavenly Net Array is not without a solution. The Demon Clan has corresponding tactics, but they require a large number of people to sacrifice themselves, turning their flesh and blood into a domain to resist this blockade and erosion.

Without a unified 'brain', no one could issue the order to sacrifice, and the Celestials could only gain the upper hand, killing even more Demon warriors on the battlefield.

Boom boom boom!
A celestial general, shrouded in silver light, hung high in the sky, pounding a huge, moon-shaped silver drum.

The deep, thunderous drumbeats fell, each one striking the souls of the demon warriors and weakening their will to resist.

The Celestial Clan gradually pushed the battlefield down to a hundred miles below the Abyss, not too far from the Underground City.

If the demon race cannot organize an effective counterattack, then this battle can be considered a 'war of annihilation' for the demon race.

Once the Celestial Race flattens the Underground City and uses it as a fortress to conquer the entire Abyss, then even if the Demon Race is not completely wiped out, their remaining bloodline will not be enough to support them as one of the two major races alongside the Celestial Race.

After that, it was the only era for the Celestial Race.

Amidst this perilous situation, an even brighter, more bloody, and eerie blood moon suddenly appeared in the sky above the battlefield.

A demon woman stood barefoot beneath the blood moon, the jingling of her anklets drowning out the war drums.

Those demon warriors who had been suppressed and slaughtered not only seemed to have their shackles and reins broken, regaining their strength, but were also more ferocious than before.

Their eyes gleamed with bloodlust as they swung their weapons forward recklessly, disregarding their own lives, and quickly pushed back across large swathes of the battlefield.

A small number of demon soldiers even managed to make contact with Mo Xuanling, who was fighting alone, and once again created a gap in the Celestial Clan's formation.

Jingle Bell!
Jingle Bell!
Jingle Bell!
As the bell rang, the demon warriors launched a fearless counterattack, and for the first time... the demons began to suppress the celestial race.

The battle lines began to shift upwards, and the Celestials were about to lose the advantages they had gained and be driven out of the Abyss.

Wherever the demon woman passed, everything withered and died.

Beautiful flowers born from flames exude a bewitching fragrance and bloom wildly in the heart of the battlefield.

Looking at the woman dressed in red and black, her face covered and her feet bare, Wu Tianhua couldn't help but recall a record he had recently found in the library.

Fifty thousand years ago, there was no Three Lives Cliff in the Heavenly Realm.

It was because the Demon Clan attacked the Heavenly Realm and was about to completely shatter it that the Three Lives Cliff came into being.

The Three Lives Cliff is actually a corner of the Heavenly Realm, and also the missing reincarnation authority in the Heavenly Realm.

The one who spearheaded that battle that nearly shattered the Heavenly Realm and altered the balance of power between Heaven and Demon was none other than Mo Ying, the most powerful female Demon Lord of the Demon Clan.

The descriptions and paintings of Mo Ying in the images are remarkably similar to the woman who has appeared on this battlefield.

"An old fellow who has been sealed away for fifty thousand years and is still alive?" Wu Tianhua smiled contemptuously, then drew his divine sword, flew out of the chariot, and charged towards the witch.

In comparisons between extraordinary races, even the strongest individuals cannot definitively determine the strength or weakness of a race.

However, on the battlefield, an absolutely powerful individual can indeed significantly influence the overall course of the battle.

Where the sword pointed, the sky beneath Wu Tianhua's feet cracked open with crimson-gold patterns in an instant.

Clad in divine robes and wielding a divine sword, the majestic God of War of the Three Realms, stepping on the illusory shadows of the sun and moon, transformed into a giant roc and swooped down.

In an instant, he appeared beside the witch who resembled Mo Ying, sword in hand, the tip pointed directly at her brow, ready to shatter her soul. The witch's hair fluttered like a bird's wings, a blood moon hung behind her, and bells jingled at her feet. In a flash, her figure spread out like a sea of ​​lava, densely covering many corners of the battlefield.

Wu Tianhua's sword fell, shattering hundreds of phantoms, but more phantoms were generated, and at the same time, they extended a finger towards him.

In an instant, red threads were tied to Wu Tianhua's heart, pulling him tightly.

His soul was about to be torn from his body.

Bang!
The divine robe exploded, burning away all the red threads. Gold and silver armor spread out over Wu Tianhua's robust body, and then a spherical shield protected his entire body, preventing the threads from getting any closer.

"Thousand Love Threads... You really are the Demon Lord Mo Ying!" Wu Tianhua was now completely certain of the witch's identity.

This Thousand Love Threads was a signature spell of the Demon Lord Mo Ying from 50,000 years ago. All sentient beings in the Three Realms who have feelings will be entangled by these threads, and then have their hearts grabbed by her, turning them into puppets.

Left with no other choice, the Celestial Clan created the method of severing emotions in order to counter Mo Ying's move, and built a cold-blooded and ruthless 'Non-Celestial Camp'.

Fifty thousand years have passed, and the cold-blooded and ruthless 'Non-Heaven Camp' has naturally been abandoned by the Heavenly Clan, while the method of severing emotions has been sealed deep within the Heavenly Palace.

Wu Tianhua actually discovered this method in order to help his younger brother Wu Xingchen sever his romantic ties, and he was also aware of it himself.

But... at this moment he was unwilling to use it, so he could only use the method of self-destructing his divine robe to escape like a cicada shedding its shell... and avert a crisis of being controlled.

"Using a divine robe to take the blame for you is a good idea, but... how many divine robes do you have to give up?" Mo Ying's cold and clear voice rang out, questioning Wu Tianhua.

Wu Tianhua's answer was to swing his sword.

When his sword stirred up a raging sea of ​​swords, the entire sky was painted with a single color, a single attitude.

"What superb swordsmanship!" Qiu Chuji stood on the battlefield, looking down at the scene, and exclaimed sincerely.

The level of skill Wu Tianhua was displaying at this moment had already made him feel threatened.

In the midst of the intense clash and collision of energies, if it had been Qiu Chuji, rather than Yang Jian, who had cast the spell to conceal their presence, their whereabouts would likely have been revealed.

Compared to Yang Jian, Wu Tianhua seems like a low-budget, budget version, but in some ways, Qiu Chuji has to admit that he is a rather formidable and troublesome fellow.

Unable to break Mo Ying's 'Thousand Love Threads', he chose to wield his sword.

As long as the sword is swung fast enough and the momentum is strong enough, it doesn't really matter whether the 'Thousand Love Lines' are broken or not.

This is like how One Finger Divine Skill can break Toad Style, but Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms can't. So what do you do?
We must fight head-on, use force against force, and just get to work!
Even the most bizarre methods are mostly based on the utilization of the superposition of spirit and energy.

If you stir up trouble around you, then whatever methods you use will be weakened by three or five points first.

Faced with Wu Tianhua's fierce offensive, Mo Ying displayed remarkable composure, befitting a seasoned veteran of the battlefield.

Under her control, the dark red blood mist condensed into a monstrous beast that opened its abyssal maw and swallowed the countless sword shadows that filled the sky whole.

What appears to be a battle between ferocious beasts, the Roc and the Taotie, is in reality a relentless entanglement and strangulation of two opposing energies.

The aftershocks of their battle shattered mountains for miles around. Before the rubble even hit the ground, it turned into dust and floated in the air, forming a strange cycle in the gale-force winds that intertwined blood and gold.

The originally noisy and chaotic battlefield was weakened and calmed down by half because of the confrontation between the two.

Many Celestials and Demons within the area affected by the battle between the two abandoned their entanglement and began to retreat and flee for their lives.

Being fearless and standing still to die are two different concepts.

Mo Ying tore through space and appeared behind Wu Tianhua, her fingertips flashing with a three-foot-long cold light, aiming for Wu Tianhua's spine.

Suddenly, divine runes appeared on Wu Tianhua's spine. The ancient runes exploded into a ring of air, blasting the witch away.

She spun around and flung out the silver hairpin from her temple. The object transformed into a ten-foot-long serpent in the wind, its fangs spewing out purple smoke that corroded everything.

Wu Tianhua exhaled an ancient Celestial Clan incantation, and the air beneath his feet surged, condensing into a thick shield of energy.

The moment his air shield was corroded by the poisonous smoke, he crushed something in his sleeve with his left hand, and the burst of light condensed into thousands of light swords.

The lightsaber merged with the remaining sword shadows, transforming into a massive and ferocious sword array. The array spun and began to swarm, increasing its killing intent and ferocity by another 50%.

At the same time, this massive sword formation also carried Mo Ying, continuously rising to higher positions, pulling the battlefield to a higher level beneath the clouds.

This time, even Yang Jian exclaimed in admiration, "He truly deserves the title of War God of the Three Realms!"

"This kind of killing sword formation, although not as good as... many others, is still among the top killing formations I have ever seen."

Some people are praising it, and some are taking notes!
Qiu Chuji did not feel embarrassed.

Learning and accumulating knowledge is a lifelong practice.

Even a saint cannot say that he no longer needs to make progress, let alone him.

Furthermore, Qiu Chuji had a technique called "No Self Beyond the Sword" as a reference for the pinnacle of swordsmanship. He was particularly adept at analyzing this sword formation, not only quickly digesting its mysteries but also integrating it into his own sword formation, taking it to a higher level.

Returning our gaze to the battlefield, facing Wu Tianhua's relentless advance, the witch Mo Ying remained completely unfazed. She clasped her slender hands together, and the abyss behind her emitted terrifying gurgling sounds, as if some ancient evil creature was being forcibly awakened by her.

A terrifying suction force arose from the depths of the abyss, violently drawing everything in, sucking in large numbers of Celestial and Demon warriors.

The sword shadows and lightsabers that make up the complete sword formation are clearly unable to resist this suction force.

Wu Tianhua didn't know what was buried below, but instinct drove him to make a choice: to project more sword shadows and lightsabers into it, even if it meant consuming the entire sword formation, to seal the gaping hole in the abyss.

"What's down there?" Chenxiang asked curiously.

Yang Jian's third eye flickered between his brows, and he shook his head, saying, "There's nothing there!"

"This is a smokescreen. She deceived everyone with the unknown, and also tricked Wu Tianhua out of his sword formation, thus resolving the threat she was facing... What a resourceful woman."

"She is no longer Liu Fang!"

Chenxiang was still puzzled: "Why would Wu Tianhua believe it?"

Doesn't he suspect that there's actually nothing down there?

Qiu Chuji explained, "He might have doubts, but he can't gamble!"

“If there really is something down there, his Celestial army will suffer heavy losses, which he cannot afford.”

"On the contrary, Mo Ying knows the truth, so she has the confidence. Moreover, the demon race itself does not value the life and death of its own kind that much, so she also has enough confidence to do so."

"During the fight, she noticed that Wu Tianhua was intentionally pulling her up to a higher battlefield area to avoid affecting more Celestial warriors, so she took advantage of this subconscious weakness that Wu Tianhua exposed."

"Therefore, when fighting against a strong opponent, one cannot afford to be careless in the slightest."

"The battle is not only in front of us, but also behind us."

Qiu Chuji's explanation was accepted by Yang Jian.

"Is this the adult world? It's so complicated!" Chen Xiang was deeply shocked. Behind such a thrilling battle, there were actually so many behind-the-scenes schemes.

(End of this chapter)