On this side, Lin Huang was still running wildly in thunder.
Outside Langya Mountain, a huge battle has been ignited.
On the mountain, three thousand soldiers relied on natural barriers to frantically resist the countless puppets that came to kill them. Just the sight of invisible figures made people's scalp numb.
Qin Xuance was still standing on the top of the mountain, with Lin Beichen standing next to him.
"This is your last chance. If you don't fight your way down the mountain, it will be too late!"
Lin Beichen said in a deep voice.
Qin Xuance shook his head, "Langya Mountain is a natural danger and a dangerous place. Once you step on it, it is impossible to walk down the mountain!"
"Song Zhimou must be pedantic in his tactics, otherwise we would have died here!"
Qin Xuance continued.
Lin Beichen frowned, looking at the locust-like army at the foot of the mountain, his frown deepened.
Qin Xuance thought to himself and said, "Previously, Song Zhimou was defeated by me in an upright manner seven times. I don't know what kind of anger he is holding in his heart. He is afraid that he will defeat me upright in his dreams!"
"Otherwise, with the latter's strategy, whether it was to burn the mountain, or directly blow up the entire Langya Mountain, or directly use several Wuhou in his camp, we would all be dead!"
"He is an arrogant person. Since he didn't know how to burn mountains before, he won't do it now. He seems calm now, but he has reached a dead end. He will only think about leveling Langya Mountain and destroying me.
Capture him alive to show his godly style in using soldiers!"
Qin Xuance analyzed the Tao point by point.
"But we have no reinforcements!"
Lin Beichen said angrily.
"Why are there no reinforcements?"
Qin Xuance rolled up his sleeves and said, "I led three million troops, but only 30,000 troops were thrown here. As long as the news of victory comes, Song Zhimou will be completely defeated!"
"At that time, he will conquer Langya Mountain at all costs. Even if he wins, you will die fighting here!"
Lin Beichen shook his head.
Qin Xuance smiled calmly, looked back at Lin Beichen and said, "The moment the palace master sets foot on the battlefield, will he think about returning alive? When entering the battlefield, why would you cherish this life? Others can die, why can't I, Qin Xuance, die?
Could it be that the master of the palace only allows others to have righteousness, but I, Qin Xuance, cannot have the same?"
"You alone can serve as a million soldiers!"
Lin Beichen stared at Qin Xuance seriously, "If you die, even if you destroy all the Dongling puppets, the Yin-Yang Valley will not be destroyed, and the Dongling puppets will still come back!"
"If you don't die, even if the Yin Yang Valley really harms the Eastern Spiritual Realm, even if the puppet army marches forward, I believe that you can protect a peaceful territory for our Eastern Spiritual Realm!"
On the top of the mountain, Qin Xuance's white clothes were flying, looking exceptionally elegant and indifferent. Listening to Lin Beichen's words in his ears, he remained calm as usual.
"Actually, this time I am conceited!"
There seemed to be a trace of regret on Qin Xuance's calm and smiling face, "I believe that an army of 30,000 is enough to defeat Song Zhimou's army of 300,000. As the saying goes, arrogant soldiers will be defeated, I learned it today!"
"I'm telling you something serious. Are you going to leave or not? If you don't leave, I will go to the death camp and risk all my life, so I will carry you away!"
Lin Beichen said angrily.
"Don't leave!"
Qin Xuance shook his head and pointed his fingers lightly, looking at the hundreds of thousands of puppet troops, "With Song Zhimou's strategy, how could he not think that we would fight to the death? If we want to reverse the situation of the war, we can only have a chance of survival if we think of something Song Zhimou can't think of!"
"What can't he think of?"
Lin Beichen asked.
"Thunder!"
Qin Xuance smiled.
Lin Beichen glared at Qin Xuance, who was flying in white clothes, and immediately shouted loudly: "Where is the death camp? I tied him up and followed me out of the siege!"
At this moment, Lin Beichen couldn't control what Qin Xuance was doing. In the current battle situation, he could only fight a bloody path to have a one in ten thousand chance of saving Qin Xuance's life.
In just two breaths, Qin Xuance was lifted up, and the Eight Hundred Death Camp guarded the surroundings, escorting Qin Xuance down the mountain.
On the top of the mountain, Qin Xuance did not struggle, but after walking less than a hundred steps, he suddenly pointed to the distance of the battlefield and said with a smile:
"coming!"
On the top of the mountain, Lin Beichen looked in the direction of Qin Xuance's finger, and sure enough, thunder appeared.
The thunder raged like thousands of beasts roaring, and the purple thunderbolts covered a ten-mile radius. Wherever it went, the surrounding puppet army was killed to pieces.
"This is……"
Lin Beichen looked at the scene in the distance and couldn't help but look horrified. As Qin Xuance said, if thunder really appeared, could it really be a turnaround for everyone?
Qin Xuance pushed away the soldiers around him, straightened his messy robes, and then said with a smile: "It's time to kill and go down the mountain. If it's too late, it will be too late!"
Then, Qin Xuance let out a long cry:
"Belonging to Langya Mountain, turn from defense to offense, form a sharp knife formation, go to the death camp to form two wings, follow my commander to kill Wuya Peak, and directly seize Song Zhimou's camp!"
As soon as Qin Xuance finished speaking, the entire Langya Mountain suddenly erupted with a long roar, shaking all directions.
I saw three thousand soldiers suddenly rushing out of the naturally dangerous position, like tigers coming out of the gate, rushing down from the top of the mountain...
On the other side of the battlefield.
Lin Huang had already been covered in lightning for ten miles and was submerged into the blood-soaked battlefield.
Looking at the 100,000-strong army with no end in sight, Lin Huang just let out a long roar and rushed in crazily.
Even though Qin Xuance deserves a beating, he must not die. Deep in his heart, Qin Xuance has been kind to him many times, whether in his previous life or now.
Throw away the kindness and still have loyalty!
If you want to kill Qin Xuance, you must first ask for the knife in Lin Huang's hand.
In the battlefield, Lin Huang was covered in thunder and lightning, like a raging whirlwind, attacking and killing all directions with the Wuhou realm. Corpses were everywhere wherever he went, making him invincible in the world.
Behind Lin Huang, Bai Xiaopang and Lin Cangxue also appeared.
The three great Wuhous, like three wild dragons crossing the river, rushed into the battlefield and attacked Langya Mountain.
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"Report..."
Outside the bloody camp, the voice of soldiers coming to report suddenly sounded, causing Song Zhimou in the camp to frown, "What's the matter?"
"Three people rushed in outside the battlefield and headed towards Langya Mountain!"
The soldiers outside the camp said.
"three people?"
Song Zhimou frowned and said angrily, "Just kill him!"
Before Song Zhimou finished speaking, he felt something was wrong, "Why did three people attack for no reason outside the battlefield? If there were only three people, why did soldiers come to avenge it?"
Afterwards, Song Zhimou walked out of the camp, looked at the battlefield in the distance, and suddenly took a breath of cold air.
Then there are three people. They are simply three killing gods in the Wuhou realm.
This was the first time that Song Zhimou saw someone coming with terrifying thunder. The ten-mile radius around him was like a restricted area of life. During the rampage, hundreds of people exploded in the thunder.
Song Zhimou suddenly came back to his senses and looked at a corner of the tent.
In a corner of the camp, dozens of middle-aged men in blood-clothed clothes stood quietly, their eyes tightly closed, like wooden stakes, without the slightest sanity.
"Kill those three people at all costs!"
Song Zhimou ordered.
As soon as the words fell, dozens of people in the corner of the camp opened their eyes. Their eyes were empty and full of blood, like the king of puppets, exuding terrifying blood. The suppressed Song Zhimou suddenly coughed a few times and his face turned pale.
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Afterwards, dozens of middle-aged men in blood-clothed clothes with Wuhou realm stormed out of the camp and headed towards the forest wasteland...