Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 370 Talk
Laoniu Mountain, the Zheng family's home
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Following an order from Mo Wen, who was riding on a winged tiger puppet, more than ten spiritual crossbows blasted open the small formation formed by the monks in the Yuan family camp. The exploded fragments flew everywhere, cutting the monks in the field and making them scream in pain. Almost no one could survive.

Broken flesh and bones were scattered all over the ground, but the surrounding monks ignored it.

The fight between the Jingnan Yuan family and the Yunwei Zheng family has been going on for several years. The cultivators on both sides are experienced in fighting and are not surprised by the scene before them.

At the worst time, within a single day, there were double-digit casualties among the foundation-building cultivators. On a battlefield with thousands of people, no one's life was valuable. People died before their eyes opened or closed, and no one knew if they would be the next.

However, the disciples of Qiaogong Fort, led by Mo Wen, felt like fish in water when they were in the battle formation.

Although their individual strengths could not be called outstanding, and only Mo Wen had achieved foundation building, they relied on collective efforts and created some large-scale attacking mechanical puppets, and the casualties they brought to the Yuan family camp were no less than those of the several large sects recruited by the state court.

Even because the disciples of Qiaogong Fort were only remotely controlled from the outside and had fewer opportunities for close combat with others, their own injuries could be considered minimal.

His performance among the forces that were beaten badly by the Yuan family of Jingnan can be said to be outstanding. Recently, he has been favored by the officials of the state court headed by Zhu Tong.

"Boom", "Boom", "Boom", three more rounds of artillery fire were heard, and three of the circular formations of the monks in the Yuan family camp were broken again.

However, due to the continuous firing of crossbow arrows, 30% of the crossbow frames of the crossbow cannons in Qiaogong Fort were cracked, and they needed to be smeared with spiritual ink and repaired for several days before they could be controlled.

A trace of anxiety appeared on Mo Wen's face, but at this moment two monks from the Yuan family came running with spears, forcing him to retreat back to the formation, causing the crossbow attack to stagnate.

Yuan Lang, the nephew of Yuan Buwen, seized the opportunity and called a group of monks to charge, shouting:

"Pass on my order. We must break another formation of his family today! Listen carefully, you must die in this battle and not retreat! The first one to reach the top will be rewarded with Reed Flower Pills! A second-level cave house, twelve top-grade furnaces, and 120 acres of first-level spiritual farmland will be rewarded! My Yuan family will exempt your family from taxes for another sixty years!"

"Attack, attack, attack!" The monks from various sects, whose morale had just been low due to the crossbow, immediately became excited.

The Zheng family cultivator in the main formation frowned even more tightly and changed his order. A strong scorching sun energy suddenly rose in the Eight Desolate Fire Dragon Formation, and a violent fire dragon soared into the sky and rushed out of the formation.

"Disperse them before me!" With a stern shout, a beam of red halberd light came crashing down and struck right in the middle of the dragon's horns.

"Roar!" A huge scar was cut on the top of the fire dragon's skull, and large amounts of spiritual energy were constantly pouring out from the huge gap, causing the fire dragon to be reduced to ashes before it could even show its power.

"Yuan Buwen" the provincial governor Zhu Tong murmured this name in the battle formation, with a sinister look on his handsome face.

"I never thought that a small Yunjiao Province could produce two fake pills that could rival those of upper-level cultivators. It's really rare." The Sixth Granny of Fei Family's Sheshan Hall looked at the scene outside the formation and sighed.

After hearing this sigh, Gun Shilu also frowned. He built up the foundation of Bingye Dao, but gave up the slim chance of forming the elixir and cultivated a fake elixir. Among the same level, he could not be considered to be indistinguishable from the others.

But he was still suppressed by Yuan Buwen's halberd and could not even raise his head, which made him feel a little lost.

You know, such people are rare even in Gyeonggi Province.

It is said that Yue Jing of Hancheng was able to arm wrestle with the Earl of Nan'an in those days, and was even better than Yuan Buwen. I wonder what kind of style he was.

When Gun Shilu felt a little sad, the morale of the monks in the Yuan family camp was greatly boosted by the destruction of the fire dragon, and soon they were within twenty feet of the front of the formation.

They ignored the crossbow arrows and artillery shells falling around them that threatened to take their lives, and just rushed to the front of the battle frantically.

Soon after, talismans and Taoist magic came pouring in, causing the shield of the Eight Desolate Fire Dragon Formation to tremble violently. The main members of the Zheng family who were guarding the base of the formation had gloomy faces and coughed up hot blood from time to time, obviously they were seriously injured.

"Is Zheng Daoyou feeling better?" Zhu Tong asked suddenly.

"I'm afraid we won't be able to fight well in the next one or two years," Sixth Granny sighed. The Yunwei Zheng family was a well-known family in Yingzhou for their halberd fighting skills. It was unexpected that this fake Dan from the Zheng family was defeated by the unknown Yuan Buwen this time, which was also a pity.

"I didn't expect Yuan Buwen's halberd skills to be so powerful. In my opinion, his halberd skills are almost as good as Yujie's." Gun Shilu saw another Zheng family foundation-building warrior who was guarding the base of the formation fainted, and his expression became more solemn.

"What Sima Gun said may be a bit too much. Even if this guy has some luck, his background is so humble. It is impossible for him to comprehend the wonderful teachings of the Immortal." When Zhu Tong said this, he seemed to have forgotten that he was a casual cultivator, and he even sneered at Gun Shilu's guess.

The latter did not argue, but just stopped talking.

"Where is Magistrate Kang? He said before that he was going to talk to Yuan Buwen, so why is there no follow-up?!" Just as Zhu Tong finished speaking, another foundation-building cultivator from the Zheng family fell on the formation base.

This one was not as lucky as the previous one. The huge impact force messed up his fingers and half of his body was broken.

The other two saw this and did not respond to him.

This man, who almost went crazy studying human hearts in public housing, often boasted that he knew everything. But now, after experiencing several battles and no longer being able to use those devilish tricks, his cowardly nature has been exposed.

Isn't this obvious? If Kang Dabao had a pleasant conversation with Yuan Buwen the day before, why would the Yuan family attack him like they took an aphrodisiac? !
"Sixth uncle is dead, twenty-seventh brother, take his place!" The main cultivator of the Zheng family shouted loudly with tears in his eyes.

He was not the only one who was sad at this moment. All the Zheng family cultivators in the formation felt a trace of sadness in their hearts, but their hands did not stop moving for a moment.

The soldiers in distress were hard to match. The monks outside the formation fell down in large numbers like wheat in autumn harvest. The red wheat ears were piled up together, and it was impossible to tell which one belonged to which family.

This scene did not scare Yuan Lang. When he saw that the monks surrounding the formation seemed to be wavering, he personally held up the flag and violently waved the ten-foot-high banner. His eyes were red and his face was full of madness.

Others didn't know that although he looked crazy, he was actually very clear-headed in his heart: "If he doesn't perform at this time, how can he fill the vacancy left by Yuan Feng and Yuan Xiyue?!"

As soon as he thought of how glorious it would be to be cultivated by the ancestor with all his strength, endless courage rose in his heart.

He just used his footwork, without even a defensive spiritual weapon, and ran to the Eight Desolate Fire Dragon Formation with his upper body exposed, and shouted again:

“Attack! Attack! Attack! In this battle, you can die but not retreat! The spiritual objects for foundation building, the hundred acres of spiritual fields, the second-level cave house, the top-grade furnace, they are all yours after you break the formation!!”

Just as he finished speaking, dozens of crocodile-skin drums sounded at the same time in the Yuan family formation, as if an invisible evil spirit was attached to the battlefield.

The monks surrounding the formation became more courageous and their cowardice gradually disappeared. At the same time, the remaining rationality in their minds seemed to slowly fade away. The drumbeats turned them into mad beasts who only knew how to kill, and the fight became more brutal.

Zhu Tong had not expected that the Yuan family's offensive today would be so fierce, so he had to release the spare cultivators, intending to first eliminate the morale of this wave of cultivators surrounding the formation before making any plans.

"Die! Die!" Yuan Lang's desperate posture with the flag in hand was truly terrifying. While it boosted morale, he would inevitably be targeted by powerful figures in the enemy camp.

Suddenly, a judge's pen, as light as a feather, came across the air, and the countless spiritual lights in front of it collapsed. Then the tip of the judge's pen opened, and thousands of bristles swelled into tough filaments over ten feet long, stretching out like a giant net, which was about to bind Yuan Lang tightly and squeeze him into pieces.

"Gun Shilu, you are such a useless person, how dare you show off your worth!!"

Gun Shilu, who was out on the battlefield, heard Yuan Buwen's low shout, and the next moment a red spear attacked him. Knowing how powerful it was, he did not dare to block it. He just put away the judge's pen and turned back to the battlefield.

After hesitating for a while, Yuan Buwen still went to chase. When he was halfway there, he became aware of the extremely strong murderous aura around him. Immediately, his hair stood on end. He paused, turned around, and was about to turn back.

"Where are you going!" The Zheng family cultivator in the main formation was furious. The twenty-four formation bases in the Eight Desolate Fire Dragon Formation emitted light at the same time, dazzling the cultivators who were attacking fiercely outside the formation. Some of them were even injured in their pupils and could no longer see.

"Again?!" Yuan Lang was shocked.

He had his reasons for this change of mind. After all, the Yunwei Zheng family was a well-known family from the capital. In just a few years, the grade of the Eight Desolate Fire Dragon Formation had not only been restored to the second-grade top grade, but its power was no longer comparable to when it was in the hands of the Changning Sect's families.

Even the Zheng family's fake elixir has derived a wonderful use based on this. Yuan Buwen had suffered a loss before because he was caught off guard. Otherwise, the Zheng family, as an outsider, would have been wiped out by the Yuan family long ago. How could they wait for Zhu Tong to bring people to help?

Yuan Lang was not the target of the Zheng family cultivators in the main formation at this moment. Being outside the situation, he could see things more clearly than Yuan Buwen.

But in an instant, the twenty-four rays of spiritual light that formed the foundation of the formation merged into one in the air. A moment later, a dragon claw with boiling flames fell down, and its target was Yuan Buwen, who was holding a red halberd and chasing him arrogantly.

This dragon claw was obviously only eleven times the size of the fire dragon that was previously killed by Yuan Buwen's halberd, but it was much more solid.

The flames contained in it were obviously not to be underestimated. Yuan Buwen was still ten feet away from it, but the magic short spear in his hand had already been slightly heated by it.

The young Qi-cultivating practitioners who passed by the dragon claws were even more miserable. In just this short distance of ten feet, more than ten people were roasted to death.

It was not the first time that Yuan Buwen had seen such a large-scale formation, but he remained fearless in the face of danger and had a stern look on his face.

He clenched the red halberd tightly, his five fingers almost embedded in the halberd, and then the spiritual light in his hand became stronger. He murmured for a while, and as the last word of the spell ended briefly, a sharp halberd light suddenly slashed out and hit the center of the fierce dragon claw. "Boom boom" two violent spiritual energies suddenly exploded, one hot and one sharp.

The light of the Eight Desolate Fire Dragon Formation's shield grew even weaker, and another Zheng family cultivator vomited blood and fell into a coma; the cultivators surrounding the formation were also killed or wounded, with half of their bodies burnt and the other half incomplete, which was extremely horrifying.

The cries of both the attackers and the defenders were heart-wrenching and moving, but the elders on both sides were like wooden men with stone hearts, thinking only of how to win the battle and gain complete victory.

Yuan Lang was also shaken by these two spiritual energies and the big banner in his hand fell out of his hand, but he was a genuine late-stage cultivator after all, and he regained consciousness in just a moment.

He was covered in wounds, and only after spitting out half a ball of flames from his mouth did he feel much better. The next second, he felt an evil wind coming from the front, and a black light was so dazzling that he couldn't open his eyes at all. He had to use his spiritual sense and fell down randomly.

This sudden action saved his life. The black jade hairpin of Sixth Granny fell into the air. Just as she turned around, the magic hairpin was fiercely knocked back by a red halberd, which made her blood boil and she almost spit out blood.

The powerful enemy "Yuan Buwen" was not hurt by the formation that had been accumulating power for a long time, but this made Sixth Grandma unable to hide her shock.

But Yuan Buwen looked calm, and he swung his halberd again, the halberd light was still sharp, and Sixth Granny used a scarred low-grade magic weapon to block it, and only then did she avoid being injured again.

She finally felt relieved. If it weren't for the heavy mountain shield left by her late husband, she would have had a hard time surviving Yuan Buwen's red halberd in the previous fierce battles.

"What a pity!" Yuan Buwen muttered softly and watched Sixth Grandma retreat back into the formation without chasing her any further.

"Ancestor?!" Yuan Lang's face was still filled with shock, yet his tone was also filled with doubt.

"Well, I miscalculated this time. I didn't expect that after the weak Zheng Liangwen became disabled, there would still be someone in the Zheng family who could use the Flame Dragon Claw. Now that I have lost most of my spiritual power, it is difficult for me to suppress Fei and Gun. Let's retreat for now. Lang'er, go gather the team and don't let the Zheng family take advantage of us."

There was fatigue in Yuan Buwen's words. Yuan Lang's heart trembled and he was about to respond immediately, but the next moment he heard loud sounds of killing in Laoniu Mountain.

Soon after, phalanxes of monks with bright armor and abundant spiritual power emerged.

In just a moment, the Yuan family team, which had rushed to the front and was torn to pieces by the aftermath of the spiritual power explosion, was swept away like a whirlwind.

Gun Shilu and Sixth Grandma also took the opportunity to come out. Yuan Buwen showed no fear and immediately went up to fight them. For a while, they were evenly matched.

Afterwards, a reserve team came up to support them. The foundation-building warriors who led the team were all brave and daring. After fighting with their lives, they managed to stop the momentum of the Zheng family camp.

The two sides fought a stalemate, with magical weapons, talismans, Taoist spells, and spiritual pets crowded together, and the smoke and scorched earth darkened the clouds in the sky, turning the battlefield into a meat grinder.

"Buzz buzz buzz" Another large group of silver-armored lion insects appeared on the side of Laoniu Mountain. With a quick glance, those with extraordinary eyesight could find out that there were probably more than 1,000 or 2,000 lion insects, and most of them were second-level. How could an ordinary foundation-building cultivator be able to defeat them? !
"Could it be that another fake Dan has come?" The Yuan family's true cultivator with strong insight felt his heart instantly chilled when he saw this scene.

Because even if the spirit insects are easy to raise, the ability to control so many second-level spirit insects requires a strong spiritual consciousness, which is very rare in the foundation-building true cultivation. Therefore, according to common sense, the owner of the animal should be a fake Dan.

However, following behind the lion-insect swarm was a fat man with a broad face and a heavy chin. The short spear in his hand emitted a mysterious light, and every time he raised and lowered it, a cultivator would die.

For a while, this fat man was unstoppable. Even the two foundation-building cultivators who came to fight together could only maintain their undefeated status for twenty breaths.

After twenty breaths, the young and energetic early-stage cultivator was chopped down by a halberd, and his body was immediately chopped into pieces by the remaining sharpness on the halberd tip. The middle-stage cultivator was so frightened that he immediately lost all his will to fight. After being hit by the halberd and having seven fingers cut off, he turned around and ran away.

The swarm of lion insects controlled by the fat monk is even more arrogant. They can withstand water and fire and are not afraid of sharp edges. Even a small formation of a hundred ordinary Qi-cultivating monks cannot stop the invasion of this swarm of insects.

In just half an incense stick of time, one hundred Yuan family members were defeated by the cloud of insects. None of the monks in the formation could survive, and the good flesh on their bodies was chewed up by the lion insects.

This eye-catching action will certainly attract the attention of the powerful people from the Yuan family.

A late-stage true cultivator dressed in brocade clothes abandoned his opponent who was about to die in his hands, ran over with a look of hatred on his face, and shouted: "Don't be so proud, man. Yue Fu of Liangyi Sect, come and test your skills as the son-in-law of the Fei family."

"It's pitiful that there are still people from the Yue family working for the Liangyi Sect!" Kang Dabao sneered, and the short spear in his hand flashed with a mysterious light, easily blocking Yue Fu's spear.

He raised the halberd again, and the sky before his eyes seemed to be cut open, and a large amount of black flames gushed out from the tip of the halberd.

"Massess!" A true cultivator from the Yuan family cried out in grief, and Yuan Buwen's attention was naturally drawn over.

However, what surprised him was not the top-grade spiritual weapon in the hands of Master Kang, which originally belonged to the Yuan family's golden elixir seed, but the latter's free and easy halberd method, which was derived from the family classics of their Jingnan Yuan family.

"It's 'The Art of War Taught by the Halberd Bearer, the Star Lord of the Wood Mansion'! It's just incomplete. Most of it is derived from Feng'er's own experience! But...how come he seems to understand the true meaning of it better than Feng'er?!"

Yuan Buwen gritted his teeth in hatred. The two golden elixir seeds of the Jingnan Yuan family both fell into the hands of this ugly fat man.

Just as Yuan Buwen expected, the halberd method used by Kang Dabao was derived from the practice notes left by Yuan Feng. Because of the wonderful use of the jade pendant, many things that Yuan Feng himself did not understand very well, but the head of the Kang family had already mastered them.

If Yuan Feng knows the method but not the meaning, then Kang Dabao knows the meaning but not the method.

The former will find it difficult to make any progress, but the latter will soar to the sky after obtaining the corresponding classics.

But just now, after only touching this piece of armor and getting a glimpse of the true meaning of "The Art of War Taught by the Halberd Bearer of the Wood Palace Star God", Sect Master Kang has already held the butcher knife and suppressed Yue Fu from the Liangyi Sect to the point of suffocation.

The spear in Yue Fu's hand was a top-grade spiritual weapon, not bad, but it was burned by the huge black flames released by the butcher, and its spiritual light was greatly reduced. He praised the powerful spiritual weapon of this fellow in his heart, and then saw two golden lights coming towards him with great momentum.

"The leader of Chongming Sect, Kang Dabao, is good at using pupil techniques," and nowadays, few cultivators nearby do not know this.

After all, he is a true foundation-building cultivator who has killed a fake pill in a formation. Even if he has the help of the Thunder Swallow Rune left by Kuang Liuting, it is still worth it for those who are interested to collect information about him.

Yue Fu knew that Kang Dabao was no mediocre person, and he also knew that the two golden lights should not be underestimated, so he immediately brought out a gloomy middle-grade spiritual artifact screen wall. The Bixi beast statue on it suddenly opened its eyes that had been tightly closed, and a thick earthy barrier immediately arose, trying to isolate the two golden lights from the outside.

However, this matter did not unfold as Yue Fu had expected. The next moment, he saw the earth barrier crack as soon as it collided with the two golden lights, and the spiritual energy spilled all over the ground.

Then the Bixi beast statue revealed a hint of anger in a very anthropomorphic way, but it had just broken free from the screen wall and had not even had time to turn over its back carapace before the body of the Bixi beast was completely annihilated by the two golden lights.

Yue Fu vomited blood when he heard a crisp "bang" sound from the spiritual weapon screen wall that he had placed high hopes on.

"This fellow's pupil technique is actually...actually so powerful?!" Yue Fu was terrified. He was a true foundation-building cultivator from a great Jindan sect! He had listened to the teachings of the senior cultivators and fought for the personal teaching of the master of the alchemy sect, but he was not worthy of the pupil technique of this lucky guy? !

Yue Fu was surprised for a moment and then he forced himself to suppress his thoughts. He knew that his qi and blood were churning and his circulation was disordered. He just paused and was caught up by Kang Dabao.

Unfortunately, the words "caught off guard" and "so that's how it is" could not help Yue Fu at all. Sect Leader Kang was used to killing people, so he would not let go of such a good opportunity.

As he fled for his life, spiritual patterns appeared on the spear in Yue Fu's hand. He gained great momentum and stabbed back with a sudden thrust, showing an expression of risking his life as if he were risking the life of heaven and earth.

But Kang Dabao only needed to focus his eyes to realize that his meridians were severed, and he became like a silver-plated spear tip and could not get hard.

So he dodged it easily, letting the weak spear brush against his arm. The sound of metal clanging was heard, but it only left a white mark on the ancient body.

In the midst of Yue Fu's astonishment, he struck down with his halberd and broke three layers of top-grade talismans;
Two more halberds fell, breaking two life-saving jade pendants;
Three more halberds fell, tearing a robe and covering the body with flesh.

At this time, Yue Fu was really like a fish on a chopping board. Kang Dabao neatly cut open his throat, chopped up his internal organs, and removed his head. He paused, raised his halberd to pick up Yue Fu, and in a flash, he killed dozens of Qigong monks, leaving a salty and fishy smell all over the ground.

At this time, the four friends of Hanshan, the Feiyue family, the Tang Guming family, the Qiaogong Fort, the Hemu Dao, the Changyun Ma family and the eight foundation-building masters who had been hiding in the formation rushed out together, and the sound of killing reached the sky, frightening the timid people to the point of almost having their hearts and livers burst.

The head of the Kang clan killed the powerful enemy first, but he did not spare his strength and walked in front. He did not use any magic weapon, did not wear magic armor, did not chant spells, did not cast any magic, but only used a pair of iron fists to injure those who blocked his way and killed those who touched him.

One by one, the lively fellow disciples were turned into meat paste, and the famous master and elder of the sect retreated in defeat.

The monks in the Yuan family camp lost their morale and gained new insights. They didn't know Kang Dabao was so powerful before. Even if he was below the fake Dan level, he was still a top-notch figure.

"No more fighting, let's go!"

Yuan Buwen opened two fake pills, without any panic on his face, and just watched coldly as his team retreated.

The pursuing Zheng family troops were so shocked when they encountered Yuan Buwen alone that they dared not move.

There were thousands of enemies in front of him, but Yuan Buwen still did not show any fear. He just looked at the bleeding Kang Da Sect Leader and said softly: "This time, we can talk."

(End of this chapter)