In the quiet room, Lu Zhong's expression changed and he opened his eyes.
"Is it finally here?"
I saw blood-red light pillars rising into the sky in the direction of the coast outside the window.
This is an alarm signal sent by the front scout team risking their lives.
It means that the Green Spirit Tribe is already crossing the sea to invade.
After a while, Lu Zhong appeared in Yinjian Pavilion.
After hearing the alarm bell, one by one the high-level monks in the Hidden Sword Valley gathered here, all with solemn expressions and anxious moods, waiting for the order from the Taoist Protector of the Stone.
At this time, Lu Zhong moved his eyes to the door.
A monk just came in there, a middle-aged man with a beard.
This person is Long Lejun.
An array mage who is considered to influence the success or failure of Hidden Sword Valley.
To be honest, until now, Lu Zhong still doesn't think that a Nascent Soul Formation Master can really affect the situation of the battle.
After all, when the battle is intense, the large formation can provide little effect. Usually, after resisting for a while, it will be broken through by the enemy's army. The next hand-to-hand battle is the key to victory or defeat.
Furthermore, the trend of a battle is usually decided by high-level monks.
If the Void Refining and Spirit Transformation cultivators at the top are defeated, the Nascent Soul and Pill Formation below will not be able to change the overall situation no matter how hard they try.
Although he was not optimistic, Lu Zhong decided to send an avatar to protect this person in the later battle.
Quan is regarded as an idler.
While I was thinking, there were footsteps outside the door.
In the trembling spiritual sense, a young man with white armor suddenly appeared.
It was the Taoist Protector of the Stone whom I had not seen for a long time.
At this moment, his image has changed a lot compared to before. Not only is he wearing a military uniform.
On his cheeks, there were more secret black lines.
"I've seen the stone-protecting governor!"
Taoist Protector of Stone holds the position of governor, commanding the direction of Hidden Sword Valley, so at this moment, both the coalition monks and the Dao Alliance monks call him this.
Lu Zhongyi bowed and saluted the visitors calmly like the others.
"No gift."
The Taoist Protector of the Stone walked up to the hall, his eyes were condescending, and he looked at everyone in the hall expressionlessly. Especially when he passed by Lu Zhong, he paused for a moment, then looked forward and said:
"Nonsense, I won't say more."
"According to the content of the previous military meeting, all ministries will set off immediately to intercept the Green Spirit Clan army."
"Otherwise, the empty Holy Dao Mountain Fairy City behind will most likely be destroyed by the war. What will be the consequences of losing the cross-border teleportation array... I believe you all know it well!"
After he said this, he looked at Lu Zhong, and after thinking for a while:
"Lu Daotai, since you were not present at the previous military meeting, your position was not arranged in the battle formation. I authorize you to act according to the situation in the next battle."
"Yes, thank you, Commander!"
Lu Zhong cupped his hands, feeling so happy in his heart.
The opponent made this arrangement most likely out of caution. Because they were not familiar with his strength, they did not modify the previous arrangement to prevent the battle formation from being disrupted.
However, this is exactly what Lu Zhong wants.
Instead of participating in the same level battle, it is better to bully those lower level opponents.
What’s more, he is essentially a Dharma practitioner.
One-on-one, your performance is limited.
Only by facing a large army can the power of magic be fully unleashed.
...
Just as the coalition forces were dispatched, the sporadic battles in the Wise Stone Strait had completely ended.
On the other side of the strait, the Green Spirit Tribe’s camp is in the middle of the tent.
"boom!"
An old man in black robes with green hair and an aquiline nose threw out the corpse of an immortal cultivator in his hand, pointed to the wounds in the chest and abdomen, and said to the top of the tent:
"These immortal cultivators are very difficult to deal with, and the leader is no less than me. There have been dozens of casualties from the front. Holy Son, it seems that the liars from the Golden Spirit Tribe have lied to us again."
"Mu Ming, don't worry about these minutiae."
In the hall, a tall man with a pair of green sharp horns, a face covered with ink lines, and a burly upper body exposed, heard this and raised his eyelids slightly, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth, and chuckled:
"Don't you see that, this is just an opportunity. As long as we can defeat this group of immortal cultivators, we can naturally set foot on the ancestral continent. Furthermore, if the Jinling Clan cannot resist it, the same will be true for us."
"So, this battle must not only be fought, but also must be fought with all your strength."
The giant man stood up from his seat, took down a large flag embedded with gems from the side, and handed it to the old man in black robe.
"Hold my flag and lead the swarm of flies to sweep the coast. We must not give the immortal cultivator a chance to set up an ambush to prevent the defeat of Gong Shui from happening here!"
The Battle of Gongshui was the first battle between the Immortal Cultivators and the Jinling Empire after they landed in this world.
It happened at the foot of Mount Shengdao, formerly known as "Zhaitian Peak".
Because they were facing an unknown opponent and their tactics were relatively backward, the Jinling tribe's army was introduced into the phantom formation. As a result, hundreds of thousands of people were wiped out, giving the immortal cultivators a chance to gain a firm foothold and build the fairy city of the Holy Dao Mountain.
"Please rest assured, Holy Son!"
The old man in black robe took over the flag and promised.
After a while, the sound of flapping wings was loud.
A swarm of tens of thousands of blowflies rose into the sky with the flag.
The sound was so powerful that it hit the opposite coast.
...
Looking towards the South Cape.
At this moment, Lu Zhong was standing on the rock.
Right now, it's still the vanguard stage.
There is still some time before the armies of both sides collide.
There is a partial army behind him, most of which are recruits just trained by the army, formed by the monks of the army as the backbone.
A number of cloud-shooting crossbows are issued, which have certain resistance to air threats. When evacuating coastal populations from the rear, they are responsible for resisting attacks by small enemy forces until the evacuation is completed.
It is also because of this that Lu Zhong, as the chief officer of the Military Bei Dao, appears here.
Since you can help wherever you go, it is best to help your subordinates.
On the side, subordinate Yu Ming was speaking, explaining the information about the Green Spirit Clan.
The Green Spirit Tribe is one of the hundreds of tribes in the Xiaoling World.
Like other spirit races, they also have special talents. Not only can they absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and develop brute strength comparable to that of Xuan Xiu, they can also communicate with the wild and strange beasts in the forest and have amazing strength, and use this to tame the beasts.
make.
The most successful among them is naturally the Winged Dragon.
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Lu Zhong also saw the image of the winged dragon.
This thing is not so much a dragon, but it actually has nothing to do with a dragon. Although its strength can reach the combined stage and touch the upper limit of this world's strength, it is actually just a flying snake with wings and feathers all over its body.
But it's just such a creature, combined with the brute force of the Green Spirit Tribe.
Quite a qualitative change can occur!
Based on speculation.
Even the weakest white-winged dragon knight can still compete with Nascent Soul.
Further up, there is the yellow-winged dragon.
Can defeat the gods.
There are also red-winged dragons, green-winged holy dragons...
However, he would probably never encounter these high-level combat powers.
After all, when a battle begins, the high-level combat power of both sides is often equal. It is impossible for one side to clearly overpower the other, otherwise the battle will not start at all. If it does happen, it will end with one side crushing and destroying the other side.
"...Speaking of the Holy Son of the Green Spirit Tribe, his name is 'Tour Xi'. This person has few talents and has demonstrated his abilities more than once.
Therefore, he is regarded as another hero of the Green Spirit Clan after the Green Lord, who will lead the Green Spirit Clan to the throne. If there are no surprises in this battle, the Holy Son should be sitting opposite.
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When Yu Yuming said this, his expression became solemn.
According to the captured Jinling Clan classics, there was also a war in the Huishi Strait thirty years ago.
At that time, although the Jinling Empire was aging and decaying, like ants eating rotten wood, it still retained its former glory. However, such an elite army still suffered a disastrous defeat in the strait that had not been seen in thousands of years.
"I know, it's the battle of Green Disaster."
Lu Zhong remembered that this was the battle for the Green Spirit Tribe to take the stage.
The classic victory of less over more.
After this battle, everyone in the world was amazed at the fighting power of the Winged Dragon Knight.
It is precisely because of this that the reputation of the Winged Dragon Knight of the Green Spirit Tribe and the Holy Son Tourmaline were achieved.
Suddenly, the sea darkened in the distance.
The sea breeze blew against my face, and in addition to the expected fishy smell, it also brought a low, buzzing and flapping sound that irritated my eardrums.
This is the sign of the appearance of the green spirit scouts and fly riders.
"A guest is coming."
Lu Zhong smiled lightly and waved his hand to tell the monks not to take action.
He was ready to show off his strength.
Sometimes, hiding one's clumsiness is not a good idea.
Only by showing yourself can you get enough attention.
Lu Zhong was still thinking about changing the outcome of the Battle of Hidden Sword Valley, so it became necessary to gain more attention and get more say.
In contrast, pretending to be a pig and getting old is more just to satisfy personal vanity.
It can only be used as a pastime when bored.
Following his will, the sky began to change.
To arouse the power of heaven and earth, it is inevitable to mobilize the vitality of heaven and earth.
Compared with before, Lu Zhong, who has improved Yang Shen, is much easier to mobilize. Even without using the thunder spirit mysterious light magical power, he can still create amazing sea storms.
The sea area hundreds of miles away was affected and was instantly shrouded in dark rain.
Occasionally, lightning flashes can also be seen.
The cold sea breeze roared in, blowing the golden flag loudly, adding a hint of rust to the original sea smell.
When the monks saw this scene, they felt a mixture of envy and fear in their hearts.
With such an astonishing celestial phenomenon, the incoming swarm of green spirit flies would probably cause heavy losses.
This is indeed the case.
When Mu Ming held a flag and led a group of flies across the sea, they suddenly encountered such a storm. In an instant, half of the flies he brought were swept away by the storm.
In the midst of monstrous waves and thunderstorms, the flies continued to suffer losses. While his heart was bleeding, he was also filled with anger.
"A sudden change in the sky on such a scale must be caused by the immortal cultivator."
Following Mu Ming's cry, dozens of figures ignored the storm, passed through the storm and the chaotic swarm of flies, and gathered next to him. Most of them were white-winged dragons. Only Mu Ming and the leader of the fly swarm were riding.
Yellow-winged dragon.
But without exception, everyone is wearing strong armor.
"Team Winged Dragon, follow me to attack!"
But as soon as he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed.
"Buzz——"
Before hearing this sound, a thunder pillar fell from the sky.
Impartially, it landed right in the middle of the swarm of flies.
Suffering from this blow, the fly swarm, which was already suffering serious casualties, was reduced to a large number in an instant.
Thunder and lightning ionized the air, creating a hazy glow that illuminated the ugly faces of the survivors. They knew they were in big trouble.
If nothing else, there must be an immortal cultivator who is good at magic on the coast, waiting for them to approach.
Seeing this scene, Mu Ming gritted his teeth.
"Team Winged Dragon, follow me to attack!"
Lu Zhong looked at the distance, the dozens of giant shadows a hundred feet high that broke through the rain curtain and flew toward the coast, and the knights several feet tall above them, his expressions became serious.
It was the first time I fought against Yijiao. Even though I had learned about it before, it was still a battle on paper. Only by fighting in person could I know its strength.
He ordered Yu Yuming to deal with the threats of flies and white-winged dragons before taking off to meet the enemy.
Considering that it was one against two, Lu Zhong did not rush forward rashly.
The star mirror comes out first, and then the seven-color dragon flag.
Then, comes the lightning rod.
The three treasures came out together, which shows his caution.
After finishing this, Lu Zhong raised his hand and released three thunder guns, which emitted mirror light as a test.
But whether it's a thunder gun or a Lingbao mirror light.
As soon as it hit the winged dragon, it immediately made a muffled sound and was unable to cause effective damage to them. It could only burn the feathers in a small area, and for a behemoth of a hundred feet, this would not even cause skin trauma.
Not really.
Just when he was disappointed, the two knights on Yijiao's back, after noticing the injuries of their partners, suddenly raised their lances high in the air and murmured something at the same time.
A difficult-to-pronounce incantation quickly came out from the mouths of these two people.
I saw green light surging, and circles of ripples emanated from the lance, spreading toward the winged dragon, covering the injured area in the blink of an eye.
After only three or two blows, the winged dragon was intact as before.
"It seems like there are really two brushes!"
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Glancing below.
Thanks to his previous storm, the two sides are now evenly matched.
Faintly, the immortal cultivators still have the upper hand.
Obviously there is no need to take care of it.
So Lu Zhong made a seal, and the lightning rod turned into golden light and shot out. At the same time, with a slight tremor, dense golden sword shadows were formed.
At this time, the two winged dragon knights were accelerating rapidly.
The winged dragon's huge wings flashed, creating a huge storm, and its speed became faster and faster.
After a while, the two riders ran into a dense sword shadow.
An astonishing scene occurred, and they actually smashed it into pieces.
Lu Zhong looked surprised, and couldn't help but look carefully, only to find that green light emerged from the body of the green spirit tribe, which was connected to the winged dragon, or in other words, it was the opposite.
Through this, they obtained a means of self-protection similar to the body-protecting Gang Qi, and its strength was surprisingly astonishing, so much so that it could even break through the shadows of thunder swords without harming themselves at all.
"Sure enough, there are hundreds of races in the spirit world, each with its own characteristics!"
Lu Zhong secretly praised him, but his hand movements were not slow at all.
He is extremely experienced in dealing with the Iron Turtle.
Nothing more than that.
Grinding, cutting and dragging are just three words.
In this regard, the cultivator of the God Transformation has a great advantage.
Just like now, Lu Zhong is relying on Yang Shen to continuously absorb the vitality of heaven and earth to restore the lost mana. At the same time, he throws spells, large and small, forcing the opponent to either dodge or resist.
He successfully restrained the two cavalrymen without even using his spirit.
But at this moment, Mu Ming showed a ferocious look on his face, and with his other arm that was not holding the gun, he suddenly crushed the green stone in his hand.
After the inaudible breaking sound.
A green screen suddenly opened!
Lu Zhong once again experienced the feeling of his cultivation being suppressed by the law.
Although not as good as the Dark Sun of Underworld, the suppressive force is still strong, which greatly weakened his strength. He fell directly from the middle stage of God Transformation to the edge of God Transformation, and almost fell back to the peak of Nascent Soul.
"Heretic!"
This thought came to his mind.
As if in response, the killing sword in his body trembled.