Military formations were lined up on both sides and camps were set up, stretching for dozens of miles.
The soldiers are like ants, and the tents are like forests.
After battle after battle, the land in front of the two armies' formations was stained with blood. The blood seeped into the ground, and the ground was dark red for three feet. The number of soldiers who died in battle was countless, which was shocking.
As the morning sun began to rise, the shouts of killing were already heard on the battlefield.
In the Yan State camp, there was a hill on which you could have an overview of the battle situation, and the commander's tent was built here.
In front of the commander's tent, Yulang and some generals stood leaning on the railing, facing the east, with the bloody morning glow falling on them.
Everyone looked solemnly and looked at the center of the battlefield.
After several years of military career, Yu Lang's eyebrows became less elegant and more iron-blooded.
He looked at the fighting soldiers, worried, and glanced south inadvertently.
Not far to the south, there are strange peaks, which are higher than the hills at their feet and are more suitable for watching the battle.
It is considered one of the commanding heights on the battlefield.
However, mortals are not allowed to climb that mountain.
Everyone knows that this mountain is a fairy mountain, and there is a newly built palace on the mountain, where the fairy masters reside.
Even on some stone platforms, cliffs and other places, you can see the figure of the immortal master sitting cross-legged.
The mist surrounds the place, looming, showing the spirit of an immortal family.
Every time they see this mountain, all the soldiers look in reverence.
There are similar places in the enemy formation.
What Yulang is worried about is not that the immortal cultivators on their side are inferior to the enemy. On the contrary, after dozens of battles, they have won more than they lost.
What is worrying is the increasing number of casualties and the fighting with no end in sight.
The battlefield in the middle is like a devil's cave, swallowing countless lives, and no amount of blood can fill it up.
Over the years, Yulang has seen too many deaths and has long been numb. At this moment, he is still extremely intolerable.
In his view, the many casualties were meaningless.
The joining of the immortal cultivators not only failed to end the war as quickly as possible, but also increased the casualties.
If there were no cultivators in the formation, he would have the confidence to put all his efforts into one battle and defeat the enemy army in one fell swoop, instead of engaging in such an endless struggle.
In fact, he did not expect that he would be able to serve as the coach for so long.
In his opinion, since the immortal cultivators intervened, it would eventually turn into a struggle between the immortal cultivators.
On the battlefield, immortal cultivators inevitably suffer casualties. When there are casualties, there will be hatred. From between two people to between two sects, and even good and evil confront each other. Both sides call for friends. Gratitude and resentment are like a mess. The people and forces involved become more and more complicated.
Come more and more.
This is how most disputes evolve.
Once the Nascent Soul cultivator ends, who will care about mortals?
When the power of the two parties determines the winner, the world will naturally follow the situation and be controlled by the winner.
The fact was beyond his expectation.
Both good and evil were very restrained. Except for the Yuan Ying Patriarch who was sitting in the middle of the army and frightening the enemy, no monks at the Golden Core stage or above appeared on the battlefield.
Even if a cultivator dies in battle, those from the sect who come down to take revenge will not be able to go beyond the foundation building period.
If it can always be like this, that's fine.
They are both Foundation Establishment monks, and these people will not openly disobey the orders of their commander due to the orders of their master.
Yulang worked hard and finally reduced the enemy's power bit by bit, ushering in the final decisive battle.
When the decisive battle came, great powers sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.
Yulang still doesn't know how many golden elixirs and Yuanying there are on the mountain.
These powerful men were not just here to watch the battle, they also sent some 'treasures'.
At this moment, the battlefield was filled with a faint scarlet mist, and there were bursts of gong sounds.
There are three thousand people on both sides.
The scarlet mist is emanating from the Blood Origin Flag in the hands of the soldiers of the Yan Kingdom.
The sound of the gong comes from the gong in the enemy's hand.
The enemy troops formed a semicircular formation, with a foundation-building monk at the rear holding a large golden gong, and five hundred soldiers, each holding a palm-sized gong.
The sound of gongs is loud.
These soldiers surrounded the immortal cultivators and only beat the gongs. The number of people who went into battle to fight was obviously at a disadvantage.
Unexpectedly, the gong sounded with strange power, and circles of light burst out, falling on the teammates in front of the formation.
The teammates immediately became energetic, their whole bodies exuded bronze light, as if they were made of iron, and they did not flinch in the face of the dragon-shaped blood energy condensed in the blood element flag.
On the contrary, the Yan State was affected by the sound of the gong, and the formation appeared to be scattered.
The previous battles were all in similar situations.
On the losing side, the three thousand elite soldiers were either slaughtered or captured, but the immortal cultivators were often able to escape.
Both sides sent all kinds of treasures and spells, but they had to use mortal flesh and blood to decide the winner, and countless lives were used to fill the gap.
Yulang didn't know what the agreement between good and evil was. He only knew that if this continued, more and more people would die in vain.
"That's it again!"
The big chessboard is divided into small chessboards, and even the smallest chessboard has players and pieces.
No matter what chess game, mortals are just pawns, at the mercy of others.
This is exactly what Yulang hates!
He originally thought that he had hope to change, but now he only feels powerless.
He, as the coach, is not a decoration, he decides the formation of troops. But after every battle, no matter he wins or loses, Yulang only feels sad in his heart.
"Can Master change the situation?"
Yulang looked at the bright universe and thought quietly.
In his heart, the master is omnipotent, and he was not in danger. For the belief in his heart, he did not hesitate to use a bamboo stick.
"Roar!"
Suddenly there was a roar on the battlefield.
The roar was made by the soldiers of the Yan Kingdom. It was like a dragon's roar emitted by the blood of a dragon. It was comparable to thunder and shocked the mind.
Impacted by the roar and confused by the gong's sound, the Yan State seized the fleeting opportunity and rushed forward, overwhelming the enemy's formation in one fell swoop.
'Dang! Dang! Dang!'
The immortal cultivator banged the gong desperately. Seeing that his army was getting more and more chaotic and unable to regroup, he immediately abandoned the soldiers and fled away in the form of light.
He didn't dare to stay, otherwise he would be caught by the dragon-shaped blood energy, and he would be in bad luck.
The Yan State returned with a great victory, and everyone's faces were beaming with joy.
A flash of sadness flashed across Yulang's eyes, and he sighed in his heart. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of his eye.
"Master!"
Suddenly I saw my master who had been away for a long time.
At this moment, Yulang felt sad and happy at the same time.
He suddenly thought, would it be better if he, like his senior sister, chose to return to the Qingyang Temple, which was independent of the world?
"You did a good job," Qin Sang glanced at the battlefield and praised him without hesitation.
This is not an unflattering compliment. Yulang's ability to become the commander-in-chief of all armies was indeed beyond Qin Sang's expectations.
Qin Sang knew in his heart that this disciple had tried his best.
The most commendable thing is that Yulang has gone through hardships without changing his original intention.
Although Yulang's original intention was different from his, Qin Sang was also pleased that this disciple could do this.
"Master..."
Yulang's eyes were a little blurry, and countless emotions surged into his heart.
It stems from Master’s affirmation and even more from his experiences over the years.
At this moment, the defeated enemy troops sent out another group, entered the battlefield, and called for formation.
From a distance, we can see that all the soldiers are wearing wooden armor. I don't know what kind of wood it is made of. Some parts have branches sticking out and green leaves.
When these people formed a formation, they were as if they were rooted in the earth, as stable as a rock, and could not be shaken by any force.
"General Qin, please tell me who should be sent to fight!"
"Yuan Qing of Yulongshan invites you to fight!"
…
A long roar came from the Yan Kingdom camp.
Yulang looked at his master.
Qin Sang flicked his sleeves and robe, and a wisp of breeze blew towards the enemy formation, and there were bursts of rattling sounds.
The three thousand soldiers were shocked to find that the armor on their bodies had cracks and turned into pieces, falling off from their bodies.
The feeling of being grounded on the ground and unmoving disappeared, and then I felt a lightness under my feet, flying backwards, turning into a gourd rolling on the ground, and screaming again and again.
"Who dares to be presumptuous!"
"who!"
…
As soon as Qin Sang took action, he immediately attracted countless angry shouts, some of which even came from the mountains to the south.
The next moment, silhouettes of people flew out of the mountain.
Suddenly, the sky above the battlefield was densely packed with hundreds of people, mainly Jindan monks, but also the deep-breathing Yuan Ying ancestors.
All eyes are focused on this.
Yulang's heart trembled, but by his master's side, it was as if he had a backbone and no fear.
"who are you!"
Opposite, a middle-aged man emerged from the crowd.
This person looks ordinary, with a pale face and a thin body, like a sick young man who has not recovered from a serious illness.
But when the others saw him, they all looked respectful and took the initiative to avoid him.
"Taoist Priest Qingfeng?"
There were also sounds of surprise from the south, someone recognized Qin Sang.
Qin Sang looked sideways and saw that it was Yin Heqian. He nodded, then faced the middle-aged man, flew up in the air, and said with a smile: "Both sides are obviously powerful, but with such ink, how can the winner be determined in what year and month? Poor Taoist.
I don’t have much patience, and I can’t wait any longer. Which fellow Taoist will come out to fight?”
The middle-aged man frowned and looked at the ancestor of the Kuang family, as if asking what was going on.
The ancestor of the Kuang family called Yin Heqian to his side, asked for a while, and said thoughtfully: "This is General Qin's master, Taoist Master Qingfeng? He is indeed very impressive..."
His figure flashed, flew to Qin Sang's side, cupped his hands and said, "Kang Wujiang, I have met the Taoist priest."
"Fellow Daoist Kuang, you are polite."
Seeing that Qin Sang was not arrogant, the ancestor of the Kuang family calmed down a little, and pointed the way up the mountain with his hand: "I don't know if the Taoist priest has arrived, but I am not greeted from afar. We have brought some spiritual tea and fairy brew from the mountain gate. Can I ask the Taoist priest to appreciate it?"
"not busy!"
Qin Sang waved his hand, "It won't be too late to drink tea after we capture these evil spirits."
"this……"
The ancestor of the Kuang family frowned.
Qin Sangqi asked: "Why, what is the difficulty for fellow Taoist Kuang? Or is it that some of these demons have extraordinary magical powers, and fellow Taoist is too timid to fight?"
Hearing this, the ancestor of the Kuang family couldn't help but feel secretly angry. He suppressed his anger and said, "Please Taoist Master, please move to Nanshan. I will explain it to you Taoist friends."
"Why go to all this trouble? Even if there is a great demon that will never come out of the world, Pindao still needs to meet for a while and learn the magic skills! Since you don't want to come out, Pindao will go there by himself!"
The last sentence was shouted to the other side.
Before he finished speaking, Qin Sang shot out a sword light from his sleeve. It was not the Gray Eagle Sword, but a spiritual sword he had taken at will.
‘Whoosh!’
The sword roared loudly, and before everyone could react, it stabbed the middle-aged man head-on.
"You dare!"
The middle-aged man was startled and became furious. He slapped his waist and a gray and white string flew out.
The thin rope is crystal clear like a long tendon. It is not a beef tendon or a dragon tendon, but is woven from human tendons. It is called soul tendon.
‘Whoosh!’
The soul tendons bounce up, and when they move, they stir up the wind, and bursts of ghost cries are heard, just like thousands of resentful souls following them, which is frightening.
Seeing that the soul sinew is about to wrap around the spirit sword.
Qin Sang didn't see any movement, the sword light trembled, and suddenly divided into ten branches, and continued to divide. In the blink of an eye, it was hard to count how many sword lights there were.
The middle-aged man only felt a trance, and then he was surrounded by sword light, which was everywhere.
"not good!"
The middle-aged man was shocked and hurriedly recalled his soul, but it was too late, and all the sword light disappeared from his field of vision.
He knew in his heart that these sword lights had not disappeared, but he could not see them.
There is only one possibility, he fell into the sword formation!
This formation is exactly the Xuanji Sword Formation that Qin Sang learned at the Wuxiang Immortal Sect, which is the master of the phantom sword.
As soon as they met, they were trapped by the sword formation.
When other people saw this scene, they all fell into a daze.
You must know that the middle-aged man is the top master in the middle stage of Yuanying. He is known as the first person in the late stage of Yuanying, but he is not the enemy of Yihe.
What is the origin of Taoist Master Qingfeng?
"Brother!"
A young man screamed, hurriedly raised a magic knife and slashed at Qin Sang's head in the air.
The sword is extremely sharp.
Qin Sang remained motionless, looking sideways at the Kuang family ancestor, "Fellow Taoist, why don't you take action?"
"I……"
The ancestor of the Kuang family didn't know what to do for a moment.
The two paths of good and evil have nothing to do with Yun Dutian and Luohunyuan. They are just frightened by their powerful power and have to obey.
No one wanted to fight life and death for the two major forces, so they made a gentleman's agreement and decided to use mortals as chess pieces to determine the outcome.
They can also avoid excessive casualties.
Of course, the premise is that the two major forces are satisfied, otherwise they can only go into battle in person.
This is also testing the attitudes of the two major forces.
Unexpectedly, a disruptor appeared.
Taoist Master Qingfeng was obviously on his side. The ancestor of the Kuang family could not just watch him being attacked and remain indifferent, so he had to sacrifice his spiritual sword to block the magic knife.
Qin Sang showed a playful smile and changed his sword techniques continuously.
In the eyes of everyone, the interior of the sword array was in chaos, and no one knew what was happening inside. Soon they saw the sword light retracting and flying back.
In the sword light, a person was suddenly wrapped.
The middle-aged man's eyes were wide-eyed and full of horror. He had lost the power to resist and became a prisoner!
Suddenly, there was an uproar.
The righteous party was also stunned. When they heard Qin Sang shouting, "What are you waiting for?", they hesitated and rushed forward.
The melee happened when no one expected it.
Soon, there were escaping lights coming from all directions. Their auras were better than those of the middle-aged men. They were all masters of the late Nascent Soul. When the ancestors of each faction saw that the situation was out of control, they were all frightened and angry.
Immediately afterwards, a shocking scene happened. Even the masters of the Demonic Way were no match for Taoist Master Qingfeng and were defeated one after another.
Qin Sang stood in the air, looking at a mountain a hundred miles away.
On the mountain, Master Yunxian and the cloaked man saw this scene, their expressions were a little stiff.
Since they want to get me involved so much, I will take action to show them!
Not only this time, Qin Sang also wanted to disrupt the chess game until he lured two Xu Lian ancestors out of the mountain!