The melee between the Wuyue Sect and the Yunhuang Alliance in the Maroon Mountains of Zhao State has come to an end, and both sides have retreated.
The three armies of the Yunhuang Alliance have now joined together and camped in a hilly area hundreds of miles away from the Maroon Mountains to count their losses.
Wan Tianren, Tianyinzi, and Luo Zhu all looked ugly.
After this great melee, the alliance suffered heavy losses. A full 30% of the monks died, and countless people were injured, mainly middle and low-level monks.
"It's all Pindao's fault. I thought I could confuse the Wuyue Sect with the phantom power of the phantom tree, but unexpectedly it ended up harming us. When we return to Yuhua City, Pindao will apologize to the leader of the alliance." Tianyinzi
Said sadly.
"Fellow Taoist Tianyinzi, don't blame yourself, who would have thought that Wuyue Church would use a lose-lose approach to deal with it," Wan Tianren warned.
"Yes, our losses are not small, and the Wuyue Sect's side is about the same. It's not a loss. At least we succeeded in suppressing the Wuyue Sect's offensive posture." Luo Spider also said.
After hearing what the two said, Tianyinzi's face looked better.
"This melee is a dead-end battle. I wonder if you two fellow Taoists have any good ideas on what to do next." Tianyinzi asked.
Wan Tianren was about to speak, but Luo Zhu raised his hand to stop him.
"Before discussing this matter, I have one more thing to say. During the previous battle, did you two notice that there were people fighting underground?" Luo Spider said.
Wan Tianren fought against Xi Zheng in the previous battle, and was at a disadvantage from beginning to end. He didn't pay attention and shook his head in shock when he heard this.
"Indeed, there are seven people fighting. One side is Venerable Jiuyin, and the other six are Venerable White Bones, Venerable Evil Eye, Luo Yongqi from Southern Xinjiang Senluo Sect, and Zi Lei and Chi Xiao from Shuangxian Sect.
, and a level four tree demon." Tianyinzi said calmly.
"It's them! Why are they killing each other? Could it be that something happened within the Wuyue Sect? No! The Lord White Bones has already fallen in the East China Sea, why will he reappear?" Wan Tianren was startled when he heard this and asked
road.
Neither Tianyinzi nor Luo Zhu can answer this question.
"Then what was the outcome of the battle?" Wan Tianren asked.
"Venerable Evil Eye was killed on the spot, Luo Yongqi, Zi Lei, and Chi Xiao were captured, while Venerable White Bones and the tree demon fled away." Tianyinzi said.
"Venerable Evil Eye has fallen! Is this true?" Wan Tianren was delighted.
"It should be correct. I have carefully investigated with my spiritual sense. Venerable Evil Eye has indeed lost his breath, and his body was taken away by Venerable Jiuyin." Tianyinzi said.
"Okay, although we suffered heavy losses in this battle, the other side fought in a den and Lord Evil Eye died on the spot. In total, our side still has a slight advantage in this battle." Wan Tianren nodded.
"Fellow Daoist Luo is mentioning this now because he thinks that the battle underground will affect our next actions?" Tianyinzi looked at Luo Spider.
"Naturally, although I don't know what kind of changes have occurred in Wuyue Sect, which caused several venerables to kill each other, this matter cannot be taken lightly. We should send this news and the result of the war back to Yuhua City, and ask the alliance leaders to make a decision together.
." Luo Spider said.
"That's fine." Tianyinzi nodded and took out a communication talisman.
…
A place underground far away from the battlefield, Xiying's clone looked at the soul-suppressing pot. It was filled with countless souls, thousands of them, and nodded with satisfaction.
Although most of these souls are low-level monks, their number is enough to make up for everything. These many souls are enough to improve the body.
"Master, since we have collected enough souls, shall we leave now?" asked the Silver Tree Demon on the side.
"Wait a minute, I still have something to do." Xiying's clone put away the Soul Calming Pot and looked at the Maroon Mountains.
…
Wu Yue Sect's camp, inside the black hall.
Venerable Jiuyin sat cross-legged in front of the black coffin. There was a corpse lying on the ground next to him, it was Venerable Evil Eye.
A stream of black energy shot out from the black coffin, like a thick black snake that shook its head and tail, injected into the back of the Lord Jiuyin, and then emerged from in front of him.
He looked in pain, but gritted his teeth and endured.
After a full quarter of an hour, the black energy completely stopped, and Lord Jiuyin breathed a sigh of relief.
"Okay, the poison has been almost eliminated." Wu Yueshen's voice came from the black coffin.
"Thank you, Lord Wuyue Shen." Lord Jiuyin bowed and thanked him.
"Did you see clearly, that man's magic weapon for collecting souls is a soul-suppressing pot? And it's also inlaid with soul-suppressing beads?" Wu Yueshen asked, with eagerness in his tone.
"It will never be wrong!" Lord Jiuyin said firmly.
"Listening to what you just described, although that person's strength is pretty good, he's still a little behind you. It's probably not Yuan Ming, but someone beside him." Wu Yueshen said.
"Nine times out of ten, that's the case." Lord Jiuyin said.
"Okay, I thought I had to find Yuan Ming in order to regain the soul-suppressing pot, but I didn't expect that the other party actually sent this treasure to me, and it was also a complete soul-suppressing pot, hahaha..." Wu Yueshen laughed.
Lord Jiuyin also had a smile on his face.
"Jiuyin listens to the order, catch up with the man, and take back the soul-suppressing pot. I allow you to unlock the seal and use the soul to transform and fight against the enemy!" Wu Yueshen's laughter stopped quickly and gave a stern command.
"Yes!" Lord Jiuyin responded, and a complex pattern appeared on the skin on his back, which looked like a seal.
He immediately formed a seal with his hands, and the seal pattern quickly disintegrated, and completely dissipated after a few breaths.
boom!
A huge wave of soul power erupted, and a black figure emerged from the seal. He looked around excitedly and occasionally let out a sharp laugh like a night owl. It seemed that he was not completely under the control of Lord Jiuyin.
Although the black shadow was transformed by the power of the soul, the laughter was as real as it was, causing the hall to buzz.
"It's been so many years, and you still can't master the demon lord's soul?" Wu Yueshen's somewhat displeased voice came from the coffin.
"This subordinate is incompetent, please punish me, Lord Wu Yueshen." Lord Jiuyin looked ashamed.
"That's all, the demon lord is not a creature of this world, so it is understandable that it is difficult to control. Go ahead and get the soul-suppressing pot back within three days." Wu Yueshen said calmly.
"Yes." Lord Jiuyin disappeared in a flash, and the hall became dead silent.
After a long time, a strong murderous intent suddenly appeared in the empty hall, as if a bloodthirsty beast appeared, entrenched deep in the hall, and the air stopped flowing.
"You're here." Wu Yueshen's voice came from the black coffin.
"Are you ready?" A tall figure walked out of the darkness, his whole body wrapped in a black robe, and his appearance could not be seen clearly.
It's just that this person's forehead is shining with a ball of blood, which is very conspicuous in the dark.
"It's all here." A large storage bag flew out of the coffin and landed in front of the tall figure, making the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.
The tall figure picked up the storage bag and nodded quickly.
"Two thousand two hundred corpses is not bad, but these are still not enough. I would like to ask Senior Wu Yueshen to plan more and get more complete corpses." The figure said.
"Hmph, that's easy to say. It's so easy to get monk corpses. If it weren't for war, it would be hard to find even two hundred monk corpses, not to mention two thousand." Wu Yueshen snorted.
"So my master provided a large amount of resources to Senior Wu Yueshen. Otherwise, how could the Wu Yue Sect recover so quickly? However, not even one-third of the 30,000 monk corpses you promised have arrived yet." Gao
The big figure said.
"The war has just begun. It is difficult to collect corpses. Let me tell your master that I will not be short of anything I promised him." Wu Yueshen was silent for a moment and then said.
"Okay, then I will wait for a while." The tall figure nodded reluctantly and walked outside.
"This is the corpse of a monk in the late Nascent Soul stage! The higher the cultivation level, the greater the value of the corpse. I will take this corpse away." When passing the corpse of Lord Xieyan, the tall figure stopped and waved his hand.
The body of Lord Evil Eye was put away and he walked toward the black coffin.
Wu Yueshen remained silent, and the tall figure didn't say much when he saw this. His figure melted into the darkness and disappeared.
"Hehe..." Wu Yueshen's deep sneer came from the coffin and echoed gently in the hall.
…
In the Xi family's flying boat, Xi Zheng was standing in his room, looking very ugly.
After the battle, the Xi family gathered their troops and counted their personnel.
Just as Luo Zhu and others expected, the Yunhuang Alliance suffered heavy losses, and the Wuyue Sect suffered heavy losses as well.
This battle was too chaotic to be effectively commanded. The Xi family's foundation-building and pill-forming stage disciples suffered heavy casualties, their combat power was reduced by as much as 30 to 40%, and even a Nascent Soul stage monk died.
Everyone in the Xi family was complaining, and some people already regretted joining the Wuyue Sect camp.
"The losses in the first battle were so serious. If we continue fighting like this, the Xi family's wealth will be wiped out." At this moment, Xi Zheng also felt regret in his heart.
There were two storage bags placed on the table next to him, which Wu Yueshen had just sent. They contained millions of spiritual stones, hundreds of bottles of elixirs, dozens of magic weapons, and even a replica.
Lingbao, three books of martial arts.
These things are compensation for the Xi family.
Xi Zheng looked at the two storage bags, her expression not relaxing at all.
This compensation is certainly generous, but no matter how generous it is, it cannot be compared to the loyal family members, who have been trained by the entire family at a great cost, time and energy.
Xi Zheng took a deep breath, regained his composure, and handed out the two storage bags for the tribesmen to distribute.
No matter what, these things are a bit of comfort.
Xi Zheng came back soon, sighed, and flipped through the three classics.
These three classics are all about physical cultivation techniques.
Xi Zheng's eyes flickered and he directly sent three body cultivation techniques. It seemed that Wu Yueshen was aware of his plan.
However, he snorted lightly, ignored it, and continued to comprehend.
The first body-building classic is called Golden Bone Jue, which is very sophisticated in bone forging; the second is called Iron Body Kung Fu, which has powerful skin defense; and the third is called Eighteen Hands of Bloody War, which focuses more on actual combat.
Xi Zheng quickly read through the three exercises and stood up to practice slowly.
Huge blood power erupted from his body, and as he moved, it continued to expand, and bursts of invisible waves impacted the void around him.