When the first ray of sunlight appeared in the east in the morning, a strange scene happened.
Thousands of streams of light, as the morning glow rises, fill the entire eastern sky.
Li Xuanyin, although he is petty, although he will retaliate for his anger, even though he is not very smart.
However, as one of the six young masters in the world, Mr. Dao is still the best. He is still very good in terms of character.
This battle is of great significance to him.
Not only to rectify the name of the righteous way and buy time for the demon sect, but also for himself.
Although the entire Xuantian Sect has now withdrawn to the front line of the Qinling Mountains, Chu Mufeng's ambition has not been shattered by this.
Ye Xiaochuan slaughtered more than a hundred Xuantian Sect elders, including the Three Kunlun Monsters and the Twelve Xuantian Immortals, in one night, leaving Li Xuanyin almost alone.
During this period of time, Guixuanzong had been putting pressure on Xuantianzong, leaving Chu Mufeng no chance to take action.
This does not mean that Li Xuanyin's position as the sect leader can be secure.
He wants to make a name for himself through this battle.
Of course, I also want to kill Chu Mufeng through this battle.
Three hundred thousand cultivators in the world were divided into two groups.
Li Xuanyin personally led 200,000 monks and launched an attack from the east.
Nu'e led 100,000 nuns from the Six Divisions of Heavenly Women to launch an attack from the southeast.
The formations of both sides are like horns to each other, trying to cut through the defense circle of the six tribes of heaven and man.
Li Xuanyin took the lead, holding not the Xuanyuan Divine Sword that Ye Xiaochuan had returned to him, but the Luoying Divine Sword that he had used for decades.
Luoying Hongxia was refined by dwarf craftsmen more than three thousand years ago. It was originally a sword for a couple.
But now, Luo Hua is deliberately ruthless. The owner of Luo Xia Divine Sword, Shangguan Yu, seems to have feelings for her enemy Ye Xiaochuan, and unceremoniously abandons her senior brother.
When he was still thirty miles away from the heavenly defense line, Li Xuanyin pointed his long sword and shouted: "Senior Brother Chu, you will lead the 30,000 disciples and be responsible for the main attack."
Chu Mufeng cursed secretly in his heart.
Of course he knew that Li Xuanyin wanted to kill someone with a borrowed knife.
But in the face of the overall situation, he could only obey.
Immediately afterwards, Li Xuanyin spoke again: "Senior Sister Miaohua, you will lead 40,000 Buddhist disciples to the northeast..."
In the past ten years, cultivators in the human world have not only developed rapidly, but in order to cope with the second wave of catastrophe in the heavens, they have also actively practiced the formations used in large-scale battles.
Ten years ago, Ye Xiaochuan practiced the southern Xinjiang wizard's magic circle, and the terrifying combat power made these sects realize that they could no longer hide it.
Each sect has brought out its special skills and contributed some formations that have never been spread to others.
This war has been brewing and waiting for ten years.
This moment is the test of the results of ten years of practice for cultivators in the human world.
While the righteous cultivators launched an all-out attack, one hundred thousand nuns from the Sixth Division of Heavenly Maid also entered the battlefield from the southeast.
The formation of the Six Divisions of Heavenly Maidens is much more rigorous than that of a coalition of human factions. Different costumes represent different cultivation attributes.
At the forefront were 20,000 women dressed in purple.
Under the leadership of hundreds of older aunts and uncles, an arrow-shaped attack formation was formed.
Behind are the nuns from the other five divisions.
When the two sides were three miles away, the magic weapon was fired.
Endless sword energy, energy, and magic weapons were overwhelmingly smashing into the opponent's camp.
Those who are in charge of Yinshan are Emperor Yan and Emperor Xi.
Facing the onslaught of 300,000 human cultivators, the two emperors looked very solemn.
They originally wanted to have a big fight last night and wipe out the six thousand disciples of the Demon Cult.
It's unimaginable. The battle of Kucha City in the Western Region has been lost, and the Yinshan nest was also attacked by the human coalition forces.
The two Heavenly Emperors constantly changed the formations of the Six Divisions of Heavenly Beings, and 130,000 Heavenly Beings and Monks formed the Mopan Formation, which was somewhat similar to the Five Elements Formation of the Demonic Temple.
With the Gate of Time and Space as the center, the entire array slowly rotates.
The magic weapons brought by human cultivators were all blocked and resolved.
The news of the opening of Yinshan Mountain immediately spread to all the sects in the world.
The whole world suddenly seemed to have pressed the pause button.
It's a bit scary to be quiet.
At dawn, people started a new day of life.
They didn't know that at this moment, there were millions of northern Liao cavalry at Niangzi Pass fighting against the heavenly army.
In the Yinshan Mountains, hundreds of thousands of cultivators in the human world are confronting the Six Divisions of Heaven and Humanity head-on.
Tens of thousands of miles away, deep in the Western Region, outside the city of Kucha, the demon sect is besieging and killing the heavenly monks.
By the Huangyan River, there is a dilapidated river temple.
In front of the temple lies a huge black and white panda.
Rice bucket number one.
A short, fat old man with white hair walked out of the corner with his pants held up.
As I get older, I have lost my ability. When I got up in the past, I always had a pillar holding up the sky.
Now, all that's left is a soak of urine.
The old storyteller finished his work, and while tying his belt, he used his feet to pull out the rice pail.
Said: "The sun is pissed off, why are you still sleeping, let's go, let's go..."
The rice boy turned around and ignored the fat old man.
The old storyteller's temper also grew.
Picking up the bamboo pole and cloth curtain that says "Iron mouth cuts straight", I'm going to beat this greedy giant panda.
At this moment, three fast horses galloped from the north.
The rider is dressed in red and carries three flags on his back.
About five or six miles south of the ruined temple is the Mortal Town. At this moment, the people in the town have fled, and now it has become a military garrison.
"Commander Xu has an order to transfer Flying Tiger Camp to Luoyang."
The three red silk envoys did not enter the garrison station. After shouting, they bypassed the garrison station and continued to convey military orders to the south.
This is the rear area of the Niangziguan defense line, with a radius of hundreds of miles and more than 10 million reserve troops stationed there.
Now that Niangzi Pass can no longer be defended, Xu Kai has begun to withdraw his troops south, towards Luoyang and Kaifeng.
The old storyteller stood in front of the ruined temple in a daze. After a while, he sighed and said, "My lady is finished."
The rice bucket finally stretched and lay down.
Started looking for food everywhere.
The old storyteller did not kick it this time.
He packed his luggage and prepared to leave.
Instead of heading south, he planned to continue heading north.
This fat old man, who has always been greedy for life and afraid of death, knew that Niangzi Pass could no longer be defended, but he continued to go north.
It seems that he has other purposes.
Just as he was about to set off, he received a secret message from Feihe from Huang Tian's organization.
When he opened it, the fat old man's expression suddenly became a little playful.
The letter came from the thirty-sixth younger brother in Huang Tian's organization.
Two things were mentioned above, the Battle of Kucha City and the Battle of Yinshan.
The old storyteller did not expect that so many things would happen in the world just after he slept for a few hours.
He sent a reply to Thirty-Six, asking them to go to Yulong Mountain, eight hundred miles northwest of Niangzi Pass.
There is an isolated mountain outside the Great Wall. For thousands of years, it has been sometimes controlled by the Central-Earth imperial court and sometimes occupied by grassland tribes.
Due to the fertile water and grass near Yulong Mountain, there were frequent fights between the Han army and the grassland tribes.
In the past ten years, more than one million prairie wolf riders have been stationed there.
After the Catastrophe Gate was reopened last year, Zhebie took away most of the Steppe Wolf Riders, leaving only tens of thousands of people.
The old storyteller kept going north to get to Yulong Mountain.
The members of Huang Tian's organization will not have any objection to this leader's words.
Now Li Ziye has gone to the Sea of Forgetfulness and lost her trace.
These people organized by Huang Tian have nothing to do all day long.
Now that we finally had something to do, we all set off immediately.
The old storyteller stopped pretending now. He counted on his fingers and felt that the time was almost up.
He reached out and grabbed the rice bucket, which weighed a thousand kilograms. Then, he rose directly into the air, and in an instant, it turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky.
