Two days later, Luo Guan opened his eyes in the cave. The blood and energy in his body were flowing smoothly, and his injuries had completely recovered. He stood up and walked out of the cave. At this time, the sky was getting dark, and the stars and moon above his head were just emerging. The world that was first taken over by the night revealed.
There was peace and quiet.
But this is just an illusion. The seemingly peaceful world is now shrouded in war, and people are dying every moment.
Luo Guan exhaled and said softly, "Teacher, let's get started."
Black Turtle's voice sounded, "Be careful, don't do it like last time. The true intention of killing will become stronger and stronger as time goes by. It won't be so easy to suppress the backlash again."
"Disciple, keep this in mind." Luo Guan nodded, jumped down from the top of the mountain, and whizzed away, disappearing into the distant night.
Somewhere in the Wei army camp, the commander looked around at everyone and said in a deep voice, "The king of the country sent an order, ordering our army to move northwest and merge with the army of Prince Lanting. In five days, the army will be sent to Suiyuan, and we will work together to take down the western border of Qingyang."
The backbone of the defense."
"Yes!" All the generals under his command responded with a roar, but there was hesitation on all of their faces.
A general stood up and said, "Commander, there is a rumor circulating in the Western Region recently about Qingyang Sword Cultivator, which has a great impact on the morale of the army. I wonder if this is true or not?"
The commander was silent for a moment and said, "It's true. A large Wei army was raided by a Qingyang sword cultivator and completely wiped out overnight."
There was an uproar. The generals in the tent widened their eyes, and some people gritted their teeth and shouted, "Can a mere swordsman destroy one of our Wei army? This is absolutely impossible!"
"That's right, no matter how powerful one's personal force is, he is as weak as an ant in the face of thousands of troops. There must be something behind this matter."
"If that damn Qingyang sword cultivator has the guts to break into our military formation, he will never come back and die without a burial place!"
For one person to kill a Wei frontier army with a single sword, this is the greatest shame in their eyes. If they cannot kill the sword cultivator, the Wei army will lose all face.< br>
While many generals in the commander's tent were gnashing their teeth and roaring, it was dinner time in the camp, and loads of bread and meat soup were carried to each camp.
"Let's line up and come forward to receive them one by one. Today we have Zhan Yong Tang distributed. This is a gift from the Immortal Sect. After I drink it, not even a drop is left!" The officers' shouts echoed throughout the camp.
There was a burst of restlessness among the Wei army while queuing up to receive the meal, but it quickly calmed down under the whip of the officer.
At the front of the queue was a young Wei soldier. He received two noodles and a bowl of broth. The officer waved his hand and his bodyguard poured a bowl of black soup from a completely sealed black wooden barrel.
The thing was handed over to him, but the soldier was whipped after hesitating for a moment, and the bowl was smashed to the ground with a shake of his hand.
"You dare to destroy the Zhan Yongtang gifted by the Immortal Sect. You are so brave. Someone will pull him down and chop him down as a warning to others!" The officer sneered, and the soldier who screamed for mercy was dragged away, followed by "poof" in the corner.
There was a muffled sound and then there was no movement at all.
The next process went much smoother. Under the watchful eye of the officer, everyone drank the Zhan Yong Soup obediently and returned to their respective seats to eat in silence.
After counting the number of people and confirming that the distribution had been completed, the officer sneered, "A bunch of ungrateful people, it would be great if they were so obedient earlier. After eating, go back to the tent and sleep. We will start marching early tomorrow morning." As he spoke, he glanced at the darkness with his peripheral vision.
The wooden barrel seemed to have been burned with a soldering iron, and he hurriedly waved for the guards to carry it away.
After the meal time, the Wei army camp became quiet. Apart from the patrol team, almost no one could be seen. In the corner, there was a slight sound of wind, and a figure in black robe appeared at the place where the food was distributed just now, grabbing a handful from the ground.
Put the soil in front of your nose and smell it.
A hint of fishy and sweet taste rushed into his mind instantly. Luo Guan's brows suddenly furrowed. As his consciousness flowed, there was a slight lag. You must know that with Luo Guan's current cultivation level, his resistance to external forces is far beyond that of ordinary people.
A hundred times worse, even if he took a sip, he would feel uncomfortable. Those ordinary people who drank Zhan Yong Tang directly would end up predictably.
"It has such overbearing medicinal properties. Once you drink this, your spirit and consciousness will be irreparably and devastatingly damaged. Even if they can survive this war, within a year and a half they will have a mental breakdown, go crazy, and eventually die."
!" Xuangui's cold voice sounded, "Those people in the Immortal Sect really don't regard ordinary people as human beings, and completely treat them as disposable puppets."
Although he had seen the evil spirit of the Immortal Sect for a long time, Luo Guan still felt depressed. There were at least tens of thousands of people in the military camp in front of him, and how many such military camps were there in the Western Region? This was just the Wei Kingdom.
It’s just one country, and the situation in the other four countries should be similar!
How many people will die in this six-nation war? What on earth is the Immortal Sect going to do after paying such a high price? From the beginning, Luo Guan couldn't figure out the purpose of the Immortal Sect launching this war... if it was to annex Qingyang
, but as long as he is alive and Emperor Wu remains standing, this is obviously just a fantasy.
Through this incident, there is always a feeling that the Immortal Sect is abandoning the basics and chasing the weak. It is obvious that the wisdom of the Immortal Sect should never make such a mistake.
Shaking his head to suppress the thoughts tumbling in his heart, Luo Guan ducked back into the shadows. A patrol team came holding a torch. After watching them leave, Luo Guan began to quietly wander around the Wei army camp. Soon he had
harvested.
The black wooden barrels containing Zhan Yong Tang were collected and sent to a certain tent area in the camp. The guards here were extremely tight. Luo Guan could sense the aura of the Immortal Sect practitioners in the tent. More than one figure kept coming and going in the tent.
Moving around, it seems like you are busy with something.< br>
"Cheer up, everyone. Don't disturb the Immortal Sect masters. If something goes wrong, I won't skin you... Huh? Who..." The officer only had time to turn around, and his voice stopped abruptly.
The head is gone.
"Killed!"
"Enemy attack! There are enemies!"
The tent was opened from inside, and a man in black walked out, with a sneer on his face, "What idiot dares to come here..." The voice suddenly paused, and he stared at the man walking out of the darkness with wide eyes.
The figure - dressed in black robes and wearing a mask, holding a sword in his hand, was looking over coldly.
Sword cultivator...
The man in black seemed to have thought of something, and his face suddenly turned pale. He turned around and was about to run back, but the sound of the sword had already sounded. The man was cut into two pieces, and along with him, the tent in front of him was also cut into two.
A group of Immortal Sect practitioners were exposed in sight. There were a large number of medicinal materials piled in the tent, and an alchemy furnace was running, as if they were refining something.
Rumble——
The sound of footsteps came from all directions, and the Wei army was gathering to rush towards them, but the black-robed swordsman didn't seem to hear it, and his stern eyes enveloped everyone in the Immortal Sect.
Raising his hand to cut, the sound of the sword roared, and countless screams were heard. In an instant, everyone in the Immortal Sect in front of them was cut into seventeen or eight pieces. Only one person was still alive. He seemed to have a treasure to protect his body. Now he was staring at
His big eyes looked full of fear.
"ah!"
The man turned around and ran away while screaming. He had already seen the Wei army swarming in, and his eyes filled with joy. But at this moment, the sound of wind sounded in his ears, and the man's consciousness instantly fell into darkness.
Luo Guan grabbed him in his hands like a dog, raised his hand and swung down his sword.
Rumble——
The terrifying sound of swords resounded throughout the world.