Even without cheats, we must survive the apocalypse

Unless the formation is destroyed by someone at this time, but that is impossible.

The main formation can only be broken by external forces, only a cultivator at the Creation Realm can do so. And those small formations are all in the uninhabited mountains and deep forests in southern Xinjiang. Thinking of this, Hong Zhan couldn't help but feel a little despair in his heart.

It seems that God will eventually kill him and let someone more unforgivable take advantage of it.

"……Um?"

Hunxin sensed something was wrong and looked towards the southeast as if he had realized something. Near Zhaotian City, a blood-red beam of light that shot into the sky disappeared!

That means, a small formation has failed!

One hundred and eighty-nine small formations were linked together. Even if only one formation failed, it would inevitably affect the main formation and even cause a chain reaction in the entire formation and cause it to collapse one after another. At this time, the backlash on Hong Zhan was slowly weakening.

Although Hong Zhan didn't know what was going on, now was definitely not the time to be slow. No matter who tried to take food from him, he would fight back!

"Stay away, you bastard!"

He roared loudly, the air around him shook violently, dense resentment of evil spirits exploded from the altar, and Xia Jiuxie's demonic hand was instantly destroyed like rotten wood encountering a strong wind.

At this moment, a strange red light appeared on Hong Zhan's face, and a huge black shadow emerged behind him.

The black shadow was several feet high, with countless ghost faces floating above it, dazzling and creepy. It opened its ferocious mouth as if it wanted to swallow everything!

"Damn it, what's going on?!"

This sudden change was completely beyond Xia Jiuxie's expectations. His face turned pale, but he had to quickly retreat from the altar and return to Hunxin to avoid enduring Hong Zhan's fierce attack.

"Someone tampered with the formation in advance."

"How could this happen? It's that loser's fault again for not doing things properly, causing..."

Xia Jiuxie cursed angrily, until four figures appeared beside the altar, his voice gradually weakened.

"…Is it you who did this?"

For the first time, surprise appeared on his ugly, burnt face.

At this time, the person who was least likely to appear in Nanling Royal City was standing in front of them. Of course, even when seeing Xia Jiuxie's unexpected surprise, Lu Mu and Huang Yanyao did not feel happy.

Even if he died, there would still be room for happiness.

Chapter 119: War Smoke Rising

Xia Jiuxie felt that he still underestimated Huang Yanyao.

If there is anyone else in southern Xinjiang who could tamper with the Wanling Qi-stealing Array, it would undoubtedly be her, and the Shura Saint is still helping her. Although she had miscalculated before, this time her miscalculation was a bit serious.

But Lu Mu just patted Gu Yunxi's shoulder, his face full of indifference: "It should be said that it was me and her who did it."

"Do you really think we won't notice anything? The Evil Heart Sect dared to take such a risk and sneak into the southern border of the imperial dynasty. If we don't make some big moves, we will be unworthy of your reputation that everyone in the world fears."

Being ridiculed and mocked by Lu Mu, Xia Jiuxie had no intention of retorting at all.

But he still remembered the past when he was beaten back and seriously injured by him in the Moonfall Secret Realm... He remembered it very clearly.

"It's you!"

When Hong Zhan saw Huang Yanyao, the hatred for his son's murder quickly surged up. He roared, and the resentment consumed him. Even his voice became turbid and hoarse, and his face, outlined in blood, was full of distortion and hatred.

Although he had never actually met Huang Yanyao, he had seen her portrait. The gentle and quiet beauty in the painting did not look like a ruthless and ambitious person at all, but his only son died at her hands.

An even heavier murderous intent surged into his mind. Compared to the evil cultivator, Huang Yanyao was the one he wanted to kill the most.

Huang Yanyao also saw Hong Zhan, but she was not afraid now. What was there to be afraid of about the current King Nanling? He was just a miserable white-haired man with no one he could trust.

"You and I have been competing secretly for a long time, leaving a lot of blood, but it has to be at this time that we have the chance to meet. It's a bit of a pity, isn't it?"

She sighed softly, her voice was elegant, like the gurgling of a mountain stream. It was obviously not offensive, but it sounded particularly harsh to Hong Zhan's ears. Coupled with her playful smile, Hong Zhan's eyes were red with anger.

"...Well, I'll let you live a little longer. When I take over this country's destiny, I'll make you pay for my son's life!"

Hong Zhan finally restrained himself. The most important thing now was to quickly absorb the separated Xianhuang national destiny and wait for that power to be truly integrated into himself. Then, the resentful power spawned and refined by this formation would no longer pose any threat to him.

After swallowing up the national destiny, Hong Zhan will even have the opportunity to step into the realm of good fortune in one fell swoop!

Under normal circumstances, he would never have absorbed such a huge and profound power so easily and recklessly. But now was definitely not the right time to make long-term plans. The Evil Heart Sect had turned against him, and the Ninth Princess who had killed his only son had appeared here...

Hong Zhan felt threatened immediately.

"Why, are you surprised? Do you really think that the attack on Tianque City would scare Her Highness Yanyao into hiding in the deep palace, living in fear all day long?"

Lu Mu sneered contemptuously.

A hint of coldness flashed across Huang Yanyao's eyes. She ignored Hong Zhan for the time being and stared at Xia Jiuxie.

Tianque City was in chaos. Her maidservant turned into a monster and went killing people everywhere. Even her most trusted female officials were killed. The culprit of all this was standing right in front of her.

Revenge must be taken eventually, but she is willing to leave this opportunity to her sister Yunxi. Now, the severed destiny of the Fairy Phoenix Country is what she must obtain, and she must not let Hong Zhan or the evil cultivators take it away!

"……Hahaha!"

Xia Jiuxie suddenly laughed wantonly with his head raised, his eyes gloomy and cruel, "Very good! I respect your courage!"

"But, do you think you can make some waves here with just the four of you?"

His earlier surprise had long since disappeared. Someone who shouldn't be here showed up. This made him feel that people's minds were unpredictable, but it would never scare Xia Jiuxie, because Huang Yanyao looked like she was "walking into a trap."

King Nanling still has hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers on standby. On the Xiexin Sect's side, there are still dozens of evil cultivators left in the royal city, not to mention Elder Hunxin. Once he makes a move, except for Hong Zhan who has the blessing of the formation and may have the power to resist, aren't all the others here to die?

In any case, in Xia Jiuxie's opinion, their appearance here was too stupid.

Therefore, the evil thoughts in Xia Jiuxie's heart quickly expanded. Elder Hunxin had the same idea as him. The aura of the peak of the Source Realm instantly exerted pressure in all directions, and the powerful aura made the people present hold their breath.

He has already touched the threshold of the realm of creation. Although he will never be able to cross this threshold, his power to shake the rules is still beyond the reach of others.

"Kill them, and as for the Immortal Phoenix National Fortune, I will take it."

Xia Jiuxie snorted coldly, took a few steps back, and planned to go up to the altar again.

He calculated that Hong Zhan had no chance to resist now, as the power of resentment was eroding him, and he had to seize this limited time to absorb the country's fortune before he could resist the influence of the formation, otherwise he would still die.

But Hong Zhan only threw a tiger talisman towards the sky, and the sky, which was originally bloody and chaotic, suddenly changed with lightning and thunder.

"The whole army obeys the order!"

"Kill all enemies that invade our Nanling Royal City!"

The tiger talisman quickly lost its luster, but the sound of swords clashing in unison had already spread to every corner. Outside the west of the city, the camp was filled with blood and energy, and the military might was awe-inspiring. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers formed a battle formation at the same time, and the military might and murderous aura were bestowed on the eight black-armored warriors, and their momentum instantly soared!

Above the sky, smoke billowed, which was condensed from the blood and energy of hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers.

"The prince has issued an order to kill all evil cultivators!"

A general had been waiting for the order for a long time, holding a sword in his hand. When he saw the tiger talisman rising into the sky, he suddenly stood up, scratched the sword with his left hand, and used his own blood to open the bloody head of the sword.

The power of the military formation is not something that ordinary evil cultivators can withstand. The extremely fierce wolf smoke is a natural nemesis to poisonous things. This is why evil cultivators are unwilling to approach those powerful generals who have mastered combat techniques and killed countless evil people.

But the evil practitioners in the Xiexin Sect had more madness and courage than ordinary people. When the smoke of war rolled in, they actually stood up to fight it and fought until they lost their lives!

"kill!"

The two sides collided and started fighting instantly. After all, these soldiers were still weak, and only by forming a military formation could their commander have the ability to fight against many enemies alone, but they themselves could hardly save their lives.

As soon as the battle started, eight generals attacked at the same time, and more than a dozen evil cultivators were beheaded immediately. The remaining evil cultivators relied on their physical skills and were aware of the weaknesses of the army formation, so they began to avoid the sharp edge of the army formation and turned to kill those soldiers.

This is a battle where it is difficult to tell who is stronger.

No matter who wins, it will be beneficial to Huang Yanyao.

She wants to be the last fisherman.

Chapter 120: For Them

"Ha ha……"

Huang Yanyao looked at the dense battle between soldiers and horses and chuckled twice, "They are indeed elite troops."

She was quite envious of these armies. The bloody smoke was so thick, and their training in combat formations was obviously much stronger than her own. If they were to face off on the battlefield, Huang Yanyao knew that she would be defeated miserably.

If such a fierce army could be used for one's own purposes...

This was of course a bit too far-fetched, and Huang Yanyao quickly suppressed those thoughts.

"Then we are the only ones left."

Lu Mu and Hunxin stared at each other. Hunxin saw only the ruthless indifference to life, and he fought back with murderous sharpness.

But as a person at the fifth level of Pigong, he couldn't make Hunxin take it seriously at all.

It’s just because Hunxin’s cultivation is so high that he can crush them.

"Then we are the only ones left."

Lu Mu and Hunxin stared at each other. Hunxin saw only the ruthless indifference to life, and he fought back with murderous sharpness.

But as a person at the fifth level of Pigong, he couldn't make Hunxin take it seriously at all.

It’s just because Hunxin’s cultivation is so high that he can crush them.

"If the four of you can take my attack, I will count you as the winner."

Hunxin's momentum increased again, and now even the space around him was rapidly distorted. Blue-purple waves flowed in the air like water, carrying an extreme chill and sinisterness. Just a cold breeze passing by was like something invading the spinal cord.

He didn't consider the four people in front of him as opponents at all.

"You really look down on me, you bastard."

Lu Mu took a step forward, bearing the huge aura of the peak of the Source Realm. He looked fearless and spoke wildly, so unruly that even Hunxin himself frowned.

This Shura Saint is indeed still very arrogant. He may have a lot of treasures in his hands, but I'm afraid not enough to allow him to face off against someone who is one level higher than him? Even at this disadvantage, he still dares to be so quick with words...

"Humph! Arrogant Lu family kid!"

Hunxin sneered, he raised one hand, and a surging energy blade rolled over to kill him. The space along the way shook, and ripples of air exploded, rushing straight towards Lu Mu's chest.

Hunxin didn't think he could kill him with this move. The Shura Saint was not that easy to kill. Perhaps this casual attack could only force out some of Lu Mu's protective magic weapons.

But Lu Mu did not dodge or evade, and did not even move half an inch. He just raised his right hand, put his index finger and middle finger together and pressed towards the void.

"Boom——"

In an instant, the entire space seemed to be imprisoned, shaking continuously, and ripples spreading. There was a more powerful force that crushed Hunxin's offensive in an instant!

"When I was only at the third level of Pigong, I dealt with things more terrifying than you..."

"You think I'm too arrogant?"

It is unknown how Lu Mu could easily crush Hunxin's attack with his fifth-level cultivation of Pigong, because Hunxin no longer cares about this, because the arrogant boy from the Lu family in front of him is becoming more and more powerful!

Pure black gold lines flowed along his veins, and a mysterious aura of luck appeared in the sky. Not far away, Hunxin could feel that the true energy in Lu Mu's body must be as restless as a ferocious beast.

He had heard of this thing... the so-called "blood power" among humans.

Only the descendants of the ancient clan can possess this kind of power, because it is the blessing condensed from the clan's fortune and auspicious clouds. It is said to be a gift from heaven, but of course it is unknown whether this is true or not.

But Hunxin actually saw this kind of power for the first time, and just looking at it made him feel pressured... because Lu Mu's momentum at this time had begun to push away his aura. Although it was not that strong yet, Lu Mu's skyrocketing momentum had obviously not stopped.

Lu Mu is already able to deal with cultivators at the second level of the Source Realm.

"…This guy has a lot of secrets."

Xia Jiuxie looked at the strange and weird black gold patterns on Lu Mu's body, his eyes dimmed a little, and he muttered to himself.

"Can Elder Hunxin handle it?"

"Don't worry, he is only a temporary force after all, this secret method will definitely not last too long."

Hunxin felt more interested, after all, he did not like slaughtering ants that were much weaker than himself. Indiscriminate killing would only make him indulge in the pleasure of bathing in blood and be unaware of the real danger.

He had seen too many evil practitioners lose their way and eventually their lives because of this, but he would never be the same fool, so he stayed calm and was highly valued by the Evil Heart Sect Master.

But the changes in Lu Mu were far from over. His eyes were burning with fire, and a pair of phantom wings grew on his back, with star-shaped and moon-like flames flowing and scattering.

This is a power that Hunxin has never heard of or seen before.

Few people in the world know this, but the Dark Thousand Kite Clan that served the last Nine-winged Saint Phoenix would be very familiar with this power...

"...Now, do you still think that I am too arrogant?"

Lu Mu's aura was almost on par with his. To the woman who had never seen him like this, his back seemed particularly tall at this moment.