Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 382: Urging the Camp to Seize the Flag
Gu Honglang's expression changed immediately. Without any hesitation, he pulled back the mourning stick in his hand and protected it behind him. Unexpectedly, he was hit hard by two golden lights.

At once the golden light in the field dissipated and the dark energy filled the air. Gu Honglang's eyes were sinister. He recalled the mourning stick and held it in his hand. He felt it was like hot charcoal, extremely hot.

"This guy's pupil technique is so powerful!" The old cultivator sighed in his heart. Even with his experience, he felt that the guy's pupil technique was unique in his life and hard to compare.

"Big Senior Brother, why are you back?" Jiang Qing took the opportunity to pick up the Red Heart Burning Sun Sword. As soon as he held the sword, his wrist began to tremble.

Sect Leader Kang saw this and was anxious. His face did not show whether he was happy or angry. He just looked at Tu Jian and said softly, "If I don't come back, how can I still be the eldest brother? Go back and take charge of the formation for the second brother first. Rest up and then come back to fight. After we break the formation, I have a lot of things to do. I will settle accounts with you one by one."

Jiang Qing's face darkened, feeling that he was once again a burden to his senior brother. However, he also knew that this was not the time to be shy, so he returned to the formation and took over the Six-Leaf Green Lotus Banner from Duan Anle who had returned from his defeat.

As for Yuan Jin, he rushed to the front of the battle long before Ye Zhengwen was seriously injured, but he was unable to block Tie Xishui's full-strength attack, so he had to snatch back Ye Zhengwen, whose chest was collapsed.

Tie Xishui and the others were not willing to do that. Just as they were about to urge the cultivators from the Demon-Summoning Division to run forward desperately, a huge buzzing sound came rapidly from behind.

Looking closely, it turned out that Kang Dabao had loosened his pocket of spirit insects, and a large cloud of insects came rapidly.

Compared to those ignorant Qi-cultivating cultivators in the previous group, Tie Xishui and the three foundation-building cultivators from Chengshan Sect were naturally more alert. They immediately changed color and used their spiritual weapons to block the cloud of insects.

But no matter whether it was the square seal and long spear, or the golden and fire talisman, they were all wrapped up by the cloud of insects and trapped in the formation.

Tie Xishui was so anxious that he raised his head and cursed at Kang Dabao, "Kang Dabao, your disciples were rebellious and you, as the leader of Chongming Sect, not only did you not order them to surrender in order to seek leniency from the king, but you also helped them to commit atrocities.

Could it be that you and your clan are really disloyal and want to join the Liangyi Clan to rebel against the king's law, betray the state court, and betray Lord Bo?!"

Kang Dabao ignored his chatter and did not respond to him. He just raised his butcher knife and fought with Gu Honglang who was waiting for battle on the opposite side.

Tie Xishui's face became even more ruthless when he saw this. He was particularly good at military affairs, so even though the cloud of insects was coming in with great force and killing people everywhere, he did not sit there and wait to die. Instead, he improvised and urged the drummers in the formation to beat the drums harder.

Seventy-two life-size war drums sounded at the same time, and the sound wave runes formed a colorless barrier, but the insect cloud controlled the mouthparts and easily chewed it up and broke through it.

The inexperienced Qigong practitioners in the formation were so frightened that their faces changed color. As the drums rumbled in their ears, their hearts also began to beat like drums.

As soon as these lion insects with silver armor on their backs approached the formation, the Qi-cultivating monks panicked.

Fortunately, Tie Xishui and the other foundation-building cultivators were still calm. Even though the swarm of lion-worms carefully raised by Sect Leader Kang was invulnerable to swords and guns, water and fire, the means of the foundation-building cultivators could still suppress them a little.

By the time the Qi-cultivating monks had stabilized their position, even though the one or two thousand lion insects of Sect Leader Kang were powerful, they were unable to do anything to them and had no choice but to flee.

However, Yuan Jin, who had taken over the banner from Jiang Qing, did not miss the opportunity. Led by Mo Wen, the disciples of Qiaogong Fort, who had been recuperating, controlled various puppets to attack. Duan Anle and Pei Que knew shame but were brave enough to reorganize their troops and followed closely behind.

In an instant, the Chengshan Sect team, which had just been leading the charge of Tie Xishui and four others, was attacked from both sides, and the offensive and defensive situation changed.

Tie Xishan, who was in the main formation, was not panicked. Although he only had troops from Tanggu County, Tanggu was a big city in Yunjiao, and the number of monks recruited from him was much greater than that from Ping and Jin counties under the jurisdiction of Chongmingzong.

So he was about to withdraw his troops and send them to provide support, but he saw another unusual movement in front of Xuelin Mountain.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that the map examiner who was stationed outside the mountain and led the Zifeng Valley disciples to besiege the Ming family was not good enough in his ability, and was suddenly attacked by Master Ming and Ming Hun who went into battle with injuries. He was stabbed in the waist and abdomen with a sword, and screamed in pain. His left hand was covered with blood on his waist, and most of his organs in his stomach rolled out, and he was almost chopped into two by the uncle and nephew.

The head of the Jiumo Division who was sent by Tiexishui to supervise the army was just an early-stage cultivator. His ability could not be considered formidable. He was frightened by the scene and retreated a few steps back.

Even he, a great foundation-building cultivator, was afraid. How could the many disciples of Zifeng Valley not be in an uproar when they saw that their sect leader, the only foundation-building cultivator in the sect, was suddenly seriously injured?

But this head of the Demon-Suppressing Bureau is a rare soft-hearted person. Since he is reluctant to kill people, how can he stabilize the situation and suppress the enemy?
At this time, Ming Hui of the Ming family fell back into the formation, and did not hesitate to use his spiritual stones and spiritual veins, making the gusts of wind more powerful.

Master Ming was so excited about killing that he ignored his old age and personally brought his sons and daughters with him, holding swords in hand, and rushed to the front of the battle.

Even the early stage cultivator in Zifeng Valley found it difficult to suppress this vigorous and powerful old cultivator. The killing of people by him made the chaos in Zifeng Valley even worse, causing the other Qi training forces involved in the formation to become restless as well.

Tiexishan was decisive. After a brief thought, he knew that the Ming family cultivators were only weaklings. Even if they had defeated all of Zifeng Valley's troops, they would still be a spent force. For the entire battle situation, it was not important, so he sent people to Tiexishan for water support.

This time he did the right thing. As soon as this group of people approached, regardless of their numbers and strengths, they calmed the morale of the Chengshan Sect's troops.

The man in short shirt who was building his foundation was also able to free his hands from the direction of the insect cloud. He swung his long spear and a ray of cold light appeared, like a full moon, which drew a large amount of blood among the people who were practicing Qi in front of the Chongming Sect's formation, dyeing his black pupils red.

Pei Que, who was rushing to the front of the formation, was unlucky and was hit hard by this guy.

Those who were able to get close only heard a "click" sound, and without any surprise, they saw the magic weapon in Pei Que's hand shattered, and the amulet he had offered in the face of danger was like paper, and it was destroyed. The whole person flew backwards in a very distorted posture, and no one knew whether he was dead or alive!
You must know that Pei Que is the master's disciple! His status is extraordinary!
There was an immediate commotion in the Chongming Sect's formation. Several key figures changed color immediately. Even Yuan Jin and Jiang Qing, who were in the middle of the main formation, were stunned for a moment.

"Be quiet and don't make a scene." At this moment, a flash of pain flashed across Duan Anle's face. Even though his fellow apprentice was attacked, he was still not afraid of danger, but stepped out of the center of the army and lined up in front of the battle.

But he saw a bright light on the square flag in his hand, pointed forward, and shouted in a solemn voice, "You have harmed my fellow disciples, and you must pay for it with blood!"

"You must pay for the harm done to my fellow disciples!"

"You must pay for the harm done to my fellow disciples!"

But this slogan was not only shouted by the Chongming Sect. The Chengshan Sect cultivators braved the feather arrows and crossbows of the puppets in the Qiaogong Fortress and endured hundreds of Taoist magic for such a long time. They were also bitten by the lion insects of the head of Kang Da Sect. I don't know how many lives were lost. If we talk about blood debt, how much is owed by his family? Who doesn't hate it? Who is not angry?
The instigator who caused Pei Que's life or death to be unknown, the short-sleeved foundation-building master of Chengshan Sect, raised his sword-like eyebrows, raised his long spear high, stepped on a flying boat, stood in the air and shouted: "Live and die together, strengthen me Chengshan!"

"Live and die together, and we will become a mountain!"

"Live and die together, and we will become a mountain!"

Under the sharp edges of the needles and wheat thorns, there was a new round of blood and flesh splattering, the yellow earth was dyed a new color, and human life was worthless in the battle.

Even Tie Xishui and other foundation-building practitioners who were in the situation seemed to be bewildered by the rich blood color in front of them. Fierceness grew on their faces, and they attacked Chong Yun with even greater efforts.

Under such circumstances, Tie Xishan also regained a bit of ruthlessness from the time when he practiced hard. He was ready to ask the only mid-stage cultivator by his side to go and protect him, and then he would send his men to the side formation to kill them.

But just as this thought came to his mind, he was shocked by Jiang Qing who was gathering strength and cultivating his sword in the Chongming Formation.

He didn't know how long the latter would need to recuperate before he could enter the formation, but if he didn't have a foundation-building cultivator to protect him by his side by then, he would probably not be able to protect the big banner behind him. It was possible that he would be cut into two by the Chongming Sword Immortal, affecting the formation of the Demon Correction Division.

Tie Xishan could only watch helplessly as the two sides of the side formation were torn into pieces, unable to break the situation. He urged the flags to be raised, hoping to rely on the advantage in numbers to break the main formation where Yuan Jin's banner was before Jiang Qing recovered from his injury, and win the game.

However, they didn't know that on a small battlefield on the other side, the situation was gradually becoming clear.

"Cough," Gu Honglang coughed up a mouthful of hot blood and stared at the head of Kangda in front of him with an expression of disbelief in his eyes. If he was not still in the midst of a battle, he would have almost stood there in a daze.

After the old cultivator suffered, he sighed in his heart: "This fellow has only been practicing for a few years, and he is only in the middle stage of cultivation, but the spiritual power in his body is so condensed?! It is almost no less than some peak foundation-building cultivators with little accumulation.

Not only is his pupil technique extremely high, but his halberd technique and physical training are also extraordinary. How could a small remote sect that has been established for 200 years produce such a person? Even among the disciples of sects like Liangyi Sect and Yunshui Sect that dominate several states, it is probably difficult to find such a person. "

Kang Dabao put away his boxing stance. He took the Jiaoxue Lingqin and after training his ancient body to a small degree of success, he could now use the "Eight Desolations Mountain-Suppressing" style to defend against the enemy. This was a great improvement compared to his previous embarrassing situation.

It was natural that Gu Honglang, who only thought that he had advanced in pupil skills and was approaching with bullying, suffered a great loss in such a sudden incident.

He also saw his three disciples fall into the formation, and their lives or deaths were unknown.

Although he was extremely anxious inside, he also knew the seriousness of the situation. He just watched coldly as Gu Honglang kept coughing up blood. The black flame on the tip of the butcher halberd in his hand had not yet dissipated and was still rolling over, burning the latter's mourning stick so that a thick layer of Yin energy dissipated. He didn't know how many years of hard work this evil cultivator had spent to accumulate this energy.

This slight decline alone is not enough to make Gu Honglang, the master of Yinfeng Valley, admit defeat.

As soon as he finished his command, he formed a seal with his left hand and pointed with his right hand. Then, he separated a stream of the little Yin energy left on the mourning stick and placed it in front of him to form a wall, blocking the two golden lights that Kang Dabao sent out.

While the latter had not yet regained his strength, Gu Honglang immediately summoned the white bone banner and waved it suddenly.

Kang Dabao was several feet away and he could hear the sound of the body of this extremely evil and top-grade spiritual weapon breaking. Gu Honglang showed a look of heartache and his face turned red, and he almost vomited blood again.

But in the next moment, nine white skeletons stood up beside him again. All of them were in the middle stage of cultivation, and they held eighteen kinds of long and short weapons in their hands.

This was obviously not a magic that Gu Honglang could easily perform, but seeing his solemn expression, black air flickering on the white bone banner, and his whole body seemed to be shriveled up, ordinary people didn't need to look closely to know that this guy had been injured.

When the nine white bones formed a circle, they deliberately surrounded Master Kang in it.

An evil wind was sweeping through the formation. An ordinary person who was building a foundation would have his skin and flesh blown away by the knife-like cold wind in a short while, turning into a pile of crystal white bones as fine as jade.

But Kang Dabao was obviously not among them. The ancient body he practiced was a top-grade body-refining technique of the universe, so he was not afraid of such wind. Even though he was surrounded by enemies, he did not look too worried.

But when Master Kang raised the halberd, the black flame on the tip of the halberd was extremely strong, roasting several nearby skeletons until they became slightly crispy.

"The Art of War Taught by the Halberd Wielder from the Star God of the Wood Palace" is indeed the superior halberd technique that has been passed down for generations in the Yuan family of southern Jing. Kang Dabao obviously only got some of its true meaning, but wherever the halberd's light flows, there will be bones injured.

But Gu Honglang's bone formation was really weird. Kang Dabao only saw the bones being damaged and destroyed, but he didn't see the number of bones in the formation decreasing.

After a chaotic battle, he felt that he had at least chopped off seven or eight skeletons, but the dead creatures in the formation were still densely packed and unaware of the fatigue. He immediately knew that there was something strange in Gu Honglang's formation, and he needed to find a way to break it so that he would not be trapped here by this beast.

Although Gu Honglang, who was standing with a banner in his hand and sweating profusely, felt very uncomfortable, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he could not hide his pride in his heart.

"No matter how great your abilities are, as long as you have not discovered the weakness of my white bone formation, you will not be able to break out of it unless you become a fake pill."

"Boom!" Kang Dabao attacked and used the Eight Desolations Zhenyue again. A skeleton immediately shattered and fell to the ground. This time, Master Kang did not let it go easily. He stepped heavily on the skeleton that was about to struggle to get up and pick up the spiritual weapon.

But when he used his Dharma eyes, his pupils were filled with a ray of golden energy, scanning the joints of the skeleton. Gu Honglang, who was holding the banner, immediately changed color and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the banner. The banner became much brighter, the momentum of the skeleton in the formation increased, and the skeleton became much thicker.

But at this moment, the head of Kangda, who was devoted to research, also showed joy on his face and exclaimed: "So that's it!!"

But he swung his short spear repeatedly, forcing the attacking skeletons to retreat, and at the same time he exerted his strength to crush the skeleton under his feet into powder. Only the first phalanx of the right foot was left, which was as white as jade and intact, and he took it into his hand.

Then he looked at it carefully, muttering to himself, but stopped at eight. Kang Dabao's face became even happier, "As expected, if we remove the first phalanx of the right foot from these bones, it will be impossible to revive it."

"Puff" Gu Honglang was shocked, and after a mouthful of blood spurted out, he spurted out another mouthful of blood. How could he have thought that the golden eyes of Kang Da, after his great success, could best distinguish the real from the fake?
Even though the bones in the formation became stronger after being nourished by the essence and blood, they were no match for the reckless leader Kang.

It was not until the last white bone, the right toe bone, was taken in the latter's hand that the white bone banner in Gu Honglang's hand could no longer hold on and shattered with a loud bang.

His whole body was dragged along and shook for a while. He just managed to keep his balance, but he saw Kang Dabao breaking out of the formation, like a tiger descending from the mountain or a dragon entering the sea, rushing towards him with a butcher knife in his hand.

"It's so bitter!" It's no wonder that Gu Honglang complained. He actually never thought that Kang Dabao had grown to this point.

In the past, he had sparred with Yue Lan, the elder of the Liangyi Sect's War Hall, and thought that his own abilities were slightly inferior to Yue Lan's. Not long ago, Gu Honglang had heard that even though Kang Dabao had several powerful helpers, he still didn't get the slightest advantage from Yue Lan, so he boasted that his own abilities should be even better.

Looking back now, it was unclear whether it was because Yue Lan was too modest at the time, or whether Master Kang had made too much progress in the past few years. Regardless of the reason, after losing the White Bone Banner, Gu Honglang had no choice but to flee.

If such an opponent wanted to leave, it would be difficult for the head of Kangda to keep him. After Gu Honglang landed a punch on his chest, the wall of gloomy wind in front of him collapsed, making him dare not fight anymore.

Gu Honglang randomly threw out seven or eight second-grade top-grade talismans to stop the enemy for a while, and then summoned two of his hidden skeleton warriors, and finally stopped Kang Dabao. After that, he didn't look back and fled to another place on his flying shuttle.

Sect Leader Kang had no intention of chasing after them now. He swept his eyes and found the location of the Tiexi Mountain banner. Without any hesitation, he chose a place that was slightly disrupted by the Chongming main formation and rushed over.

Relying on his powerful body, carrying hundreds of spells and various magical weapons, with his skin torn and blood dripping, he finally arrived in front of Tie Xishan.

How could the head of the Demon-Suppressing Division who stayed behind to protect Tiexi Mountain dare to stop him, but how could he not stop him?
Fortunately, Kang Dabao was not interested in him. He only shot him two golden lights, which made his blood boil and he almost fell to the ground. Then he didn't care about his death and only locked his eyes on Tie Xishan who was holding the big banner and fleeing.

Sect Leader Kang thought for a while, but there was no golden light in his eyes. He just hurried to catch up, and with a few punches, he smashed several capable people who risked their lives to stop him. He landed beside Tie Xishan, who had been away for a long time. He spoke in a hurried but gentle voice: "Brother Tie, please leave the flag before you go."

"Master Kang is always telling jokes. This banner belongs to me." Tie Xishan felt that he had not finished speaking when Kang Dabao grabbed his throat. The hand holding the banner that he thought was inseparable was even more of a joke. The latter just stretched out his hand and gently raised it, and easily snatched the banner from his hand, leaving the Tanggu County Lord with a numb hand.

"Crack", as the tall banner was cut in half by a heavy slash of a halberd, the people from the Demon Correction Division, whether they were outside Xuelin Mountain or in the side formation or the main formation, all felt a lightness on their backs, and the light on their bodies faded, as if they had lost a lot of strength.

But at this moment, both sides of the battle heard a loud shout, and everyone in the battle, regardless of friend or foe, was shocked.

"The great banner has fallen, those who still dare to fight will die without complaint!"

(End of this chapter)