Even without cheats, we must survive the apocalypse

"The formation itself is very complicated, and I dare not make too many changes, lest the formations are connected and people will notice it, so I just bypassed the formation's restrictions and buried a... explosive gas ball at the center of the formation."

After she finished speaking, she looked up at Lu Mu with a smile on her face, which was very bad and cunning.

Even without further explanation, Lu Mu knew what sinister trick Gu Yunxi was playing. As long as the formation was activated, the 189 interconnected formations would naturally be activated together. But if one of the formations suddenly had a problem...

Perhaps King Nanling’s life will end because of this.

It won't end well anyway.

"You are really cruel enough."

Lu Mu understood what he meant, and there was a hint of solemnity in his smile.

"After all, I learned it from you."

Gu Yunxi shrugged.

The two men came out of the underground palace. It was already night outside. The moon was high in the sky, the stars were twinkling, a cool night breeze was floating in the air, and the scenery in the distance was as quiet and peaceful as a painting.

"What's next? Is there anywhere else you want to go?"

She looked into Lu Mu's eyes and asked seriously.

"Now... it's gone. Although I still want to travel around this southern border more, I think you miss her a lot."

When Gu Yunxi heard Lu Mu mention Huang Yanyao, her face suddenly stiffened. She turned her head and looked at the dark sky for a long time before she murmured, "Yes, more than half a year has passed..."

"In that case, I might as well go and pay her a visit." Lu Mu sighed with a smile. He reached out and stroked her soft black hair. "After all, it's been a while since we last met. I don't know if the Ninth Princess is looking very cool or in a very bad state now."

Gu Yunxi turned around and glared at him, snorting, "Are you worried about whether she is living a good life now?"

"Can't you?"

"Who knows what you are thinking about."

"Well--"

Lu Mu replied with a long tone, "If I say that I lust for her body, what do you think?"

Gu Yunxi: "..."

She was silent for a moment, but Lu Mu could see the seriousness and solemnity flashing in her eyes.

Gu Yunxi actually enjoyed playing this kind of teasing game with Lu Mu, where you retreat and I advance, but when it came to Huang Yanyao, she was always serious.

"No matter how much you flirt with me, I will accept it, but if you are really interested in her... then you'd better treat her well, at least don't make any farce about your wife and concubine having other affairs, otherwise one day you will regret being a scumbag and flirting with women everywhere."

Somehow, Lu Mu felt a cold breath rushing towards his neck.

His throat was dry for a moment, and then he laughed hoarsely: "You can rest assured about this."

"Hopefully."

She said these three words lightly and turned away.

The two men went down the mountain one after another, and Scorpion Li's body was chopped into pieces, emitting a fishy smell.

Who will care about him?

no one.

Chapter 21: King Nanling

Looking from the Nanling Royal City, the crescent moon in the night sky is blood red.

Perhaps it was because there had been too much murderous aura in this place recently. As an important city in the southern border of the empire, Nanling Royal City had been under a strict curfew for several months and was on high alert, leaving the people in the city somewhat confused.

But they were not worried because this was the Nanling Royal City.

Within a radius of a thousand miles, there are three iron-blooded war armies stationed. These soldiers are the royal guards of King Nanling himself and are commanded by King Nanling himself. They are fearless of life and death and have made great achievements in battle. Why should they be afraid when they are under the protection of such an upright person as King Nanling?

Even if it was the most insignificant evil cultivator causing trouble, King Nanling would never hesitate to send out a large number of troops to eliminate them.

Therefore, the people in the city lived and worked in peace and contentment.

They also never thought about what would happen if King Nanling was no longer so upright.

……

The blood moon illuminated the magnificent and huge royal city. A bright red color was particularly eye-catching in the darkness. At this time, Nanling King Hong Zhan was standing on the high platform of the royal palace, looking at the bloody moon. His heart was aroused, as if the bright red color stimulated the blood-drinking fighting spirit in his heart, but he still managed to control his excitement and excitement.

Because now is not the time.

Hong Zhan was under more pressure than ever before. He was not very old, but his cultivation was difficult to improve. Although he was well versed in his military formations and tactics, this low-level unconventional method could not help him become stronger. And the Immortal Phoenix Emperor...

His princess consort was a woman with poor talent for cultivation but a kind heart. At the time of her wedding, the court did not even send a ceremonial officer. She died in childbirth, and his only son was sent to Tianhuang City for further studies, but he did not even receive any courtesy. To the Emperor Xianhuang, Prince Nanling was an unimportant minister.

Important officials are not in the border areas.

The Emperor no longer values ​​him, so it makes no difference whether he is alive or dead.

Hong Zhan then felt that it was time for him to consider how he and his only son should live their lives.

The arrival of Huang Yanyao made King Nanling feel that he was in danger of being replaced. In fact, the arrival of the Xianhuang royal family made many governors of southern Xinjiang very nervous.

It would be fine if the Ninth Princess had no intention of expanding her power, but her actions were definitely swift and decisive. It is not difficult to imagine that in the future, there will probably only be one sun in southern Xinjiang.

This was the outcome that King Nan Ling could not accept the most - everything was taken away by a woman, and in the end he had to act according to her mood.

But he still had to hold back because he needed to wait.

Wait until the time comes when I can no longer endure it and can deal a fatal blow to the Xianhuang Empire.

Although he was a little overestimating his own capabilities, Hong Zhan's inner desires would not let him think too much. Being ignored was a bad feeling, and King Nanling never wanted to experience that feeling again after he made a name for himself with the blood of his enemies.

"Meet the father."

His only son Hong Jing stood beside him and bowed respectfully.

He was dressed in dark clothes, had a handsome and cold face, and his brows revealed his innate arrogance, but he restrained himself a little in front of his father.

"Jing'er is here."

Hong Zhan waved his hand, motioning his son to come forward.

Hong Jing hesitated for a moment, "Father, are you... worried about something?"

He always felt that his father's mood tonight was a little strange, as if he was hiding some unknown secret, but he was unwilling to delve into it. After all, he was his father, and no matter what his difficulties were, Hong Jing would not blame him.

Moreover, in recent days, evil cultivators have been active in Nanling King City, but his father has not cared about it...

Hong Jing knew something, but he couldn't blame anyone.

"I have always been worried, but I didn't ask you here for this. You also saw that I allowed evil cultivators to operate freely in my territory. You must be suspicious, right?"

"……Yes."

"Do you know why I did that?"

Under the light of the blood moon, Hong Zhan's face was tinged with a hazy and strange color.

Hong Jing pursed his lips and shook his head.

"I can't go too far. My talent means my end is here. But you are different... Although you are not as good as those geniuses, you are better than me after all. I do all this for you."

"Father...what are you talking about?"

Hong Jing was stunned, a look of surprise flashed across his eyes.

"Jing'er, do you have any ambitions?" Hong Zhan suddenly smiled, but the smile seemed sinister.

Hong Jing lowered his eyes slightly to hide the emotions in his eyes.

He looked up at Hong Zhan and asked tentatively: "What if I say no?"

Hong Zhan sneered, "Do you think I'm old and confused? You are my only son, I know you. You have loved wielding swords and guns and fighting on the battlefield since you were a child. You long for power and strength, so I sent you to Tianhuang City to train. It's just that those powerful people who look down on others don't treat you well."

"What does this have to do with evil cultivation?"

Hong Jing had a strange premonition in his heart.

Hong Zhan nodded, "My plan will be successful soon."

"When you master the power of the Immortal Phoenix Dynasty's national destiny, that power can easily help you deal with opponents in the Creation Realm. As for the Immortal Phoenix Dynasty... humph, the national destiny is missing, and all those connected to the national destiny will be hurt. Other enemies who are eyeing the Immortal Phoenix Dynasty will not easily let go of this opportunity."

A look of satisfaction that his plan had succeeded appeared on King Nan Ling's face, even though everything was still unknown.

Hong Jing felt that he had heard some horrifying secret. He wanted to ask more questions, but his mouth seemed to be glued shut and he couldn't utter a word.

"Ok?"

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Hong Zhan frowned. He winked at Hong Jing, who understood and stepped back. He strode into the private bedroom on the high platform. A figure in a black robe was standing in a place where no one should be.

The man in black robe turned around and looked at Hong Zhan with a pair of eyes as sinister as a snake.

It was a face disfigured by scars, as if it had been burned by fire, with the skin and flesh charred and extremely hideous.

Xia Jiuxie's face will always remain like this.

To him, this was a scar that could never be healed, and he had never thought of erasing it, even if it was easy, because doing so would remind him that it was left by his biological brother, Xia Jiuyou.

Family affection is unnecessary and will only hold people back.

"What's the matter?"

Disgust flashed across Hong Zhan's eyes.

His cooperation with the Evil Heart Sect does not mean that he likes evil practitioners. If Xia Jiuxie dared to set foot in the southern border of the Imperial Dynasty without any request, he would be the first to take this guy's head and present it to the Emperor.

One of the two demons of Canxia, ​​the emperor would be happy to see this guy's head.

But King Nan Ling still had some reason. If this guy appeared here, there must be an elder in the Source Realm following him. That guy just didn't show up, but he was actually watching him all the time, so he couldn't act rashly.

"The 189 small formations of the Wanling Qi-stealing formation have all been completed."

Xia Jiuxie ignored King Nan Ling's uncomfortable hostility, took out a palm-sized formation plate and threw it out.

The array plate emitted a spiritual light, which was reflected on the map of the territory hanging on the wall of the bedroom.

One hundred and eighty-nine points of light flickered.

King Nan Ling certainly knew how many common people under his rule would have to be sacrificed for these formations, but he didn't care.

This world is a world where the strong prey on the weak, and we protect them naturally because we hope that one day we will be able to use them.

That day has arrived.

Chapter 22: Hypocritical Cooperation

Hong Zhan looked at the 189 light spots on the territory map, took a deep breath, and it seemed as if all the resentment in his internal organs was swept away.

Although he had approached the evil cultivator and started planning everything in secret and with great caution, King Nan Ling had felt that colluding with the evil cultivator was like courting death, and that he was showing his loyalty again... But now, this Myriad Spirits Breathing Formation, which he had never heard of before, had been so carefully laid out, and was now 90% complete...

He was a little excited in his heart, but on the surface he remained indifferent and calm. He spoke slowly, "Very good."

"Hehe... Your Majesty is very anxious now?"

"I hope that when you become the emperor in the future, you will not forget the kindness of the Xiexin Sect."

When Xia Jiuxie laughed, the ugly scars on his face twitched, making him look particularly terrifying. He narrowed his eyes and stared at Hong Zhan. His sinister look was frightening.

The evil spirit in his body was more intense than before, having devoured his brother's corpse. Heavy black demonic patterns covered half of his burnt face. It was a pity that only half of his face looked good, which was not considered good-looking.

Hong Zhan didn't like the aura he exuded.

He is a war king who leads his troops into bloody battles. He is full of military blood and has a blazing yang energy. Evil things will easily be burned just by getting close to him, let alone standing next to him?

But Xia Jiuxie's cultivation was not strong, which made King Nanling, whose hands were stained with the blood of evil cultivators, feel uncomfortable.

This guy must be hiding some evil secret, but Hong Zhan doesn't want to find out.

Maintaining a temporary cooperative relationship with the Xiexin Sect is his last bottom line as the King of Nanling... although bottom lines are always challenged and crossed by people themselves time and time again.

"Don't worry, I always value friendship and loyalty when doing things." Hong Zhan's tone suddenly turned cold.

"Haha!" Xia Jiuxie raised his head and laughed wildly, his voice harsh and unpleasant, "Your Majesty is indeed a straightforward person, I like to communicate with you in this way. Then, next, this Nanling Royal City is the core of the Hundred Formations, and the layout of the formation here must be a bit particular."

Hong Zhan had a blank expression on his face. He just looked at Xia Jiuxie quietly, with vigilance in his eyes.

Xia Jiuxie didn't mind, and said slowly: "Your Highness, don't you trust us?"