He had already seen the power of this treasure flag just now, it was indeed terrifying!
Xue Ju was only at the early stage of the Creation Realm. With this treasure flag alone, he was able to compete with Tang Qianzhi, Zhao Yi, and Master Fuhu, and even gained the upper hand.
If his own cultivation had not been too low, and Liang Yan had a special magic weapon like the Shanhe Yunyan Pen in his hand, it might not have been so easy to kill this person.
At this moment, the Ten Thousand Monster Flag has lost its owner and is suspended in mid-air without any demonic light, just like an ordinary flag.
Liang Yan raised his hand to cast a spell, and the word "Feng" on the flag disappeared immediately. Then he raised his hand and took the treasured flag into his hand.
There are four big characters on the front of the flag: "Edict of Ten Thousand Demons", which looks very domineering.
"Listen to what the demon cultivator just said, this magical weapon seems to be called the 'Ten Thousand Demon Banners'. With the power it just displayed, if it can be used by me, wouldn't it be a big killer weapon?"
Liang Yan played with the treasure flag in his hand, feeling a little hot inside.
However, now is not the time to refine this flag, so I raised my hand and cast a spell to temporarily put the treasure flag into the Taixu Gourd.
Then, Liang Yan turned into a ray of light and landed on the city gate of Tayunguan Pass.
Nan Youyue, Hongyun and other Yuzhu Mountain disciples, generals from all directions, and vanguard generals all came to report the military situation to him.
"Commander Qi, all the Beiming monks who stepped on the Cloud Pass have been killed, and their souls have been searched. However, there is not much useful information obtained. I only know that they are all monks who used to guard Zixia Ridge and were temporarily transferred here.
, defend Tayun Pass."
"Um."
Liang Yan nodded and said, "Bring Mo here."
After a while, a young foreign man was brought over by Gui Wuji.
"Mo, I have broken through the Cloud Stepping Pass as you wished, and killed the Beiming monks here. Now we can be considered allies, right?"
"Of course, we have always been allies." Mo laughed.
"Since we are allies, I think you should tell me the truth."
"What do you want to know?" Mo asked.
Liang Yan pondered for a moment and said slowly: "Can we really reach Zixia Ridge on this road we are taking?"
"certainly!"
Mo replied with a serious face: "I can guarantee this, I will never deceive you! This road is a shortcut through the Black Mountain Territory, but as I said before, this is also the most heavily guarded road in Beiming.
"
"good."
Liang Yan nodded and said, "Then let me ask you another question. Apart from your Fantasy clan, will the other seven clans let me pass through the Black Mountain Territory?"
After hearing this question, Mo was slightly stunned, and a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes.
When Liang Yan saw this, he already understood the situation and sneered: "It seems that I guessed it right. In addition to using me to help you eradicate the Beiming monks, you also want me to help you deal with the other seven tribes."
Mo's eyes flickered for a moment, he lowered his head and did not speak.
"I'm warning you, I don't like to be taken advantage of."
Liang Yan's face gradually turned cold, and although his tone was still calm, there was already a murderous aura about him.
"In order to reach Zixia Ridge, I can cooperate with you and attack Beiming City Pass along the way, but I don't care about the intrigues within the eight major gods of yours. Don't want me to get involved."
When Mo heard this, he took a deep look at Liang Yan, then sighed and said: "I didn't expect you to be as difficult to deal with as Dan Yangsheng. Well, I'll tell you the truth. The Baiyun Dao behind will pass by the Fallen Spirit Pond.
', that is the territory of the Blood River Clan. The Blood River Clan is different from our Fantasy Clan. They must cultivate by sucking the essence and blood of living creatures, so the Blood River Clan raises many spirit beasts in the 'Falling Spirit Pond'.
It is usually used to guard the territory, and will also be used as blood food when necessary."
"The Blood River tribe doesn't seem to be too friendly to outsiders?" Liang Yan said lightly.
"Of course." Mo replied with certainty: "What the Blood River Clan likes to suck the most is the blood essence of monks. They usually have friction with the other seven tribes, let alone you outsiders. In the eyes of the Blood River Clan,
, you people are the most delicious panacea!”
"Is there any way to avoid them?"
"The water in the Fallen Spirit Pond is overflowing and is divided into six branch rivers. The members of the Blood River Clan are practicing at the bottom of the river. Their senses are extremely sharp and it is almost impossible to avoid their eyes and ears."
When Mo said this, he paused and then said: "But the Blood River clan has a weakness. They are afraid of the Buddha's light."
"Buddha's light?" Liang Yan raised his eyebrows.
"Yes, the Buddha's light can dispel the Blood River True Text in their bodies, so it has a certain restraint effect. We didn't know this secret originally. After all, there have never been Buddhist monks in the Black Mountain Territory. Until a year ago, Dan Yangsheng led the Beiming Army
During the confrontation with our eight major divine clans, one of the Buddhist monks took action and caught the Blood River clan by surprise."
"You dare to say that by betraying the Blood River Clan, which is also one of the God Clan, are you not afraid of triggering an internal fight between the Fantasy Clan and the Blood River Clan?" Liang Yan said with a half-smile but not a smile.
Mo shrugged, with an indifferent expression, "It doesn't matter, the eight major divine clans were not in harmony with each other to begin with. Now that I have formed an alliance with you, I should help you tide over the difficulties."
"hehe."
Liang Yan smiled softly, with a noncommittal expression on his face, and waved his hand: "Go down first, I will call you when needed."
Mo nodded, said no more, and followed Gui Wuji to leave.
"Fellow Taoist Fuhu, please lead the three thousand Buddhist soldiers to clear the way forward. If we are attacked by the Blood River Clan, use Luotian Mountain's 'Pudu Tianyin Formation' to resist. We must minimize our army's losses."
"Don't worry, Commander, I am bound to do this." Venerable Fuhu said with his hands clasped together.
Liang Yan nodded slightly and ordered the entire army to clean up the battlefield and take away everything that could be taken away from the Taoyun Pass, including the magic weapons and elixirs of the enemy soldiers. All of them were rewarded to the Bamboo Army subordinates.
Not long after, the entire Tayun Pass was evacuated. Liang Yan gave the order and the bamboo army set off again.
After passing through Tayun Pass, there is Tianfu Mountain behind. Although this mountain is high and full of miasma, it cannot stop Liang Yan's 100,000 troops. Poisonous insects and monsters attack secretly along the way. Without Liang Yan himself taking action, they are all left.
The right vanguard army was wiped out.
Just as the bamboo army was advancing southward, in the Black Mountain Territory, in a certain dark forest.
A ray of light flew close to the ground at an extremely fast speed and arrived at an open space in the center of the forest in an instant.
The trees here are thousands of feet high, blocking the sunlight, making it very dark below. There are no flowers, grass or animals, only a muddy pool with a faint chill.
There is a figure standing next to the pool.
Only a vague human figure could be seen, because most of his body was shrouded in black mist, and the black mist rolled from time to time, like a ferocious beast that had been hungry for a long time.
The escaping light stopped and fell behind the black mist, revealing the figure of an old man with white beard and hair.
He stared at the black mist for a moment, seemingly hesitant, but finally gritted his teeth and told the truth:
"The Ten Thousand Demon Banners were lost."
After hearing this, the black mist still rolled gently without any change.
The old man hesitated for a moment and then said: "I didn't expect Nan Xuan to come so fast, let alone that they were so strong. With Wei Zheng's cultivation, he couldn't even hold on for half an hour. And Xue Ju too.
Idiot, seeing that the enemy's army is strong, he doesn't want to use the 'Ten Thousand Monsters Banner' to save his life, but actually wants to use this magic weapon to make a comeback and beheaded on the spot, and now the Ten Thousand Monsters Banner has also fallen into the opponent's hands."
"Okay, I don't blame you."
The figure in the black mist suddenly interrupted him, his voice was hoarse, and he could not distinguish between male and female.
When the old man heard that he was not to blame, he couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief. His heart was finally relieved.
"Have you ever seen clearly who the leader of this Nanxuan army is?" the figure in the black mist asked.
"It's a sword cultivator!" The old man recalled as he said: "I don't know this person, but he is really weird. He obviously only has the ability to overcome five difficulties, but Wei Zheng is not his opponent. If we fight one on one,
I’m afraid I won’t be able to survive even a hundred moves in his hands.”
"Sword cultivation? Overcome five difficulties?"
The figure in the black mist was thoughtful, pondered for a long time, and then slowly said: "I understand. Fellow Taoist Kuzhu, I really can't blame you for this, it's my own layout mistake."
"Haha, a wise man will inevitably make a mistake if he thinks a lot. Fellow Taoist, don't worry about it." The white-haired old man quickly comforted him.
He thought for a while and then said: "But now that the Banner of Ten Thousand Demons has fallen into Nan Xuan's hands, what should we do next?"
"Don't worry, I have other plans for this matter."
The figure in the black mist put his hands behind his back, chuckled, and said lightly: "Although we didn't get the Ten Thousand Demon Banners, our plan cannot be changed. We will still carry out the tasks assigned to you. I will fulfill my promise when the time comes.
.”
After hearing this, the old man's face lit up, and he nodded quickly and said, "Don't worry, fellow Taoist, I, Kuzhu, will never fail again."
"I'm waiting for your good news."
After the figure in the black mist finished speaking, the mist gradually became thinner.
In just a few breaths, the black mist and the figures inside disappeared, leaving Kuzhu alone standing by the pond, his eyes flashing thoughtfully.
But it is said that Liang Yan led his army to break through Tayun Pass and then crossed Tianfu Mountain. Behind it was a winding path.
This trail is composed of white stones, suspended in mid-air, like a white dragon stretching between the mountains, with nine twists and turns. It passes through countless mountains and swamps, and is always covered by clouds, fog, and haze. Therefore,
It was named "Baiyun Road".
The Bamboo Army was walking on this white cloud road at this time.
Because the road was narrow and they couldn't fly, they could only lengthen their formation. The army of 100,000 people meandered forward on the Baiyun Road, separated by several miles.
In front of the army, a splendid Luan chariot, pulled by nine phoenixes, stood hundreds of feet above the ground with a majestic momentum.
Looking from the outside, this Luan car is very calm, without any fluctuation of breath.
But in fact, inside the Luan Car, Liang Yan was doing his exercises cross-legged, using his hands to create a series of spells. Four different colors of rays of light filled the space inside the car.
There was a flag hanging in front of him, with a huge claw painted on the back, and countless demons surrendering under its claws. On the front were mysterious runes, with the four characters "Edict of Ten Thousand Demons" faintly visible.
At this moment, Liang Yan's face was serious, and rays of spiritual light burst out from his fingertips and disappeared into the flags in front of him.
But there is always a faint layer of yellow cloud on the surface of the flag, which blocks his various magical powers and techniques. Even if a spiritual light occasionally breaks through the yellow cloud and disappears into the flag, it can only make it shake slightly. After a while,
There was no response.
After being in a stalemate like this for a long time, suddenly there was a muffled sound, and all the four-color glow in the car disappeared, and the flag flag also lost its light, fell from mid-air, and fell to the ground.
“It still doesn’t work”
Liang Yan looked at the treasure banner lying on the ground and sighed softly.
This is the Ten Thousand Demons Banner that was taken from Xue Ju!
Before that, he tried more than ten refining methods using the four spiritual powers of Buddhism, Demon, Taoism, and Confucianism. It took him seven days and seven nights, but he was still unable to refine this treasure flag.
Until today, the last refining method has been used, and Liang Yan finally showed a hint of helplessness in his eyes.
"It seems that this is a magic weapon left by a saint. Only a saint can do this! Even if he is not here, and even if this magic weapon has been given to his disciples, no one else can refine it."
"I heard that there is a Demon Saint among the Four Saints of the Heavenly Palace. This Ten Thousand Demon Banners is most likely his. Every time I try to refine it, a powerful demon power appears inside the magic weapon. If I continue to refine it,
, I’m afraid I’ll be hurt by this demonic force, and then I’ll lose all the rice.”
Sighing slightly, Liang Yan raised his hand and took the treasure flag that fell on the ground into his hand.
"Ten Thousand Monster Banners, Ten Thousand Monster Banners, it seems that you and I are not destined to be together for the time being, so I can only force you to live in the dust for a while."
After saying that, he cast several spells in succession, planted thirteen layers of sealing restrictions on the Ten Thousand Demon Banners, and then threw them into the Taixu Gourd at his waist.
Just a moment after he settled down, someone came from outside the car and reported: "Commander! There is a river of blood ahead."
“Have we arrived yet?”
Liang Yan murmured to himself, and casually cast a magic spell to release the restrictions he had placed around Luan Che.
He got out of the car and looked up, and sure enough, less than thirty miles ahead, he saw a thousand-foot-wide blood river flowing through the Baiyun Road, roaring from west to east.
From a distance away, the aura of blood has spread over them. The eyes of those in the army whose cultivation is insufficient are faintly red, and their auras have become a bit confused.
"Amitabha!"
A Buddha's name came from the front, followed immediately by the sound of Buddhist disciples chanting sutras.
Under the washing of Buddhist scriptures, the monks who were affected by the blood river were slightly stunned. The next moment, the blood in their eyes gradually faded, and their breaths became calm again.
"This river of blood is really weird. It seems that the eight major gods are still powerful."
"Yes. Thanks to Senior Fuhu, Luo Tianshan's Buddhism restrained this bloody aura, otherwise we would all be in danger."
Everyone in the army was talking a lot, and their steps slowed down involuntarily.
Thirty miles, twenty miles, ten miles
Just as the army gradually approached the Blood River, the originally calm river surface suddenly started to roll!
