Chapter 314: Desolate Protectorate, Ten Thousand Races of Savages
As Lu Bu's voice slowly fell in his spiritual thoughts.
Lu Yi looked away from the blazing sun above his head, feeling a little shocked in his heart.
"The legacy is the guide, the evil spirit is the fuel!"
"Lu Bu, in this desolate land...reappeared the sky of Longhan."
As my thoughts change.
Lu Yi could clearly feel that the originally mixed and impure spiritual energy around him had been quickly purified under the bright sun.
Not to mention the Earth Star, even the Cave Heaven Land is far inferior to this place.
According to Lu Yi's own feelings, if he could have such an environment at the beginning of his practice.
At this time, not to mention the three major perfections of the golden elixir, at least we can transcend the limitations of the earth and star waves and cultivate to the realm of fake elixirs.
Thinking about my current level of cultivation.
Although Lu Yi frowned slightly, he couldn't say he cared much about it.
Although he is just an ant in the eyes of many people, his journey of cultivation... never happens overnight.
Nowadays, the wave of earth and stars is coming fast and urgent.
Ancient giants and wills from outside the world also appeared one after another.
Even if he devotes all his energy to practice, it will not be of much use.
"No pain, no gain."
"My practice cannot be improved quickly in just a few days."
With a slight sigh in my heart.
Lu Yi turned his eyes and looked at Meng An and Meng Cha who were kneeling on the ground in the distance, not daring to raise their heads.
The sky of Longhan is no small matter.
At this time, not to mention the great sun in the sky, the spiritual energy all around has changed.
Even the two so-called celestial generals who were thousands of miles away have made no sound.
Not only the sound, but also the breath can no longer be felt.
From Lu Yi's point of view, this change makes it impossible for the two of them to run away immediately after seeing the arrival of Long Han's Heaven.
Rather, it is impossible to project one's own will again.
When I think of this.
The look on Lu Yi's face suddenly changed, and he thought of something.
"Meng Yilie, the desolate general of the Celestial Clan, can even detect and destroy Fang Wuya's magical powers."
"Now, there is nothing we can do about the overthrown Longhan Zhitian?"
"If you say so, Fang Wuya...?"
With a hint of seasonal movement in my heart, I quietly emerged.
Lu Yi's eyes flickered for a moment before he extinguished the wisp of seasonal movement again.
For him, the mysterious Fang Wuya... is even more difficult to deal with than the 'Wangwangtian' and 'Shengpingtian' who are entrenched in the sky.
From the first time we met on Gaston Island.
This person will always pull out new trump cards at critical moments.
Identity and cultivation... are also rising step by step.
Now, he is in charge of even the affairs of the barren land and ancient races.
And all of this, in Lu Yi's opinion... all point to the same answer.
Fang Wuya is probably an old monster who was alive during the ancient Longli Heavenly Court period.
When he had murderous intentions towards Lu Yi before.
Lu Yi can still survive, probably because his status is still low, and it is not worthy for Fang Wuya to break up with Empress Daqian.
"This person has infinite means and is as smart as a demon... If I am accidentally discovered, something will happen."
"I'm afraid that the next step will be a thunderous strike... directly killing me."
"This scene between me and Lu Bu... must continue!"
As Lu Yi paid attention here, he decided to pay attention.
Lu Bu, whose body was filled with dark evil aura and whose armor and stomach were thick, also slowly floated down from the sky.
Scarlet eyes looked around, then focused on Lu Yi again.
"Now a thousand miles is my Han territory!"
"Under the pressure of the sky, not to mention the two little mixed-blood True Monarchs outside... Even if there are hundreds of thousands more, they will never get a glimpse of it."
"There was a slight loss in the forbidden method just now. At this time... we need to retreat for cultivation first!"
As he said this, his body was shaken with boundless evil energy.
In an instant, Meng'an and Mengcha's eyes were full of horror and fear, and they swept directly towards the vicinity.
The next moment, thousands of black and terrifying soldiers slowly crawled out of the stomach.
The leader was none other than Gao Shun, with scarlet eyes and an iron helmet covering his face.
As thousands of people came to Lu Bu, they knelt down and worshiped.
Lu Bu continued with a calm expression:
"This is the army of ghosts and gods under my command!"
"While I am in retreat, you will temporarily assume the position of Captain of the Desolate Protectorate!"
"These thousands of ghost and god armies, together with my capable generals, are all at your disposal!"
After that, there was no more nonsense.
The evil energy on his body shook again and turned into a jet-black stream of light.
Submerged into the vast, empty and silent city below that had just risen from the ground.
Lu Bu's figure over there just disappeared.
Thousands of ghosts and gods surrounding him turned around at Gao Shun's command and charged at Lu Yi, slapping his chest, armor and stomach.
The leader, Gao Shun, lowered his head and clasped his fists:
"The last general, Gao Shun, pays homage to Captain Lu!
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"..."
As thousands of ghosts and gods bow down to worship.
Lu Yi's expression remained unchanged, and his eyes had turned to Meng An and Meng Cha, who were still kneeling on the ground.
In his mouth, he even said directly:
"Now that the general trend has been decided."
"You two, do you want to die...or live?"
As Lu Yi asked, he exited.
Below, Meng An and Meng Cha both trembled.
What came out of his mouth was even more unexpected than Lu Yi.
"Lord Holy Son, you are the supreme Holy Son favored by Heavenly Mother!"
"As holy envoys, the two of us... naturally only you will follow your lead!"
As he spoke, Meng An even raised his head slightly and said carefully:
"If you want to return to our clan, you must be careful of General Pianhuang!"
"Now our Celestial Race, with its powerful generals and powerful horses... has almost become a unified force."
"If I can capture you and take you to Pianhuang City, then my expedition to True Winter City will be even more justified!"
"..."
As Meng An’s words fell.
Although Mengcha's four eyes flashed simultaneously, he did not speak.
Instead, Lu Yi turned his eyes to the two of them and had some thoughts.
When Meng Yilie, the general of Pianhuang, came just now, he did not put him, the so-called 'hopeless saint', in his eyes.
He even wanted to capture him directly.
Obviously, Wu Wangtian's name is not of much use to a powerful celestial being like Meng Yilie.
Meng An has just seen everything, and now he is still talking such useless nonsense.
From Lu Yi's point of view, it was almost an attempt to add fuel to the gap between the two.
"..."
A moment of silence.
Lu Yi ignored Meng An, who looked respectful, but looked at Meng Cha beside him and said:
"Mengcha, I heard that you are under the command of General Pianhuang?"
"What do you have to say?"
"..."
"I..."
There was a look on his face that looked like he was crying but not crying.
Mengcha first smiled with difficulty, then prostrated and said:
"Holy Son, we and other holy envoys... are all sacrifices and representatives of the Heavenly Mother in the clan."
"You haven't come yet, so naturally everyone has their own place!"
"At this time, how can a mere remote general... be compared to you who carries the will of Heavenly Mother?"
"..."
Following Meng An and Meng Cha, they spoke one after another.
The smile on Lu Yi's face remained unchanged and he didn't say anything else.
He glanced directly at the Celestial Clan city below which was falling into wailing chaos and said:
"Since you two are willing to respect me, there is no need to mention all the previous matters."
"Now that I am the captain of the Han Dynasty's Desolate Protectorate, I naturally have to do something."
"You two, take your clan members... and return them to the Desolate Protector's Mansion first!"
As Lu Yi said these words.
Although Meng An and Meng Cha both looked shocked, they did not say anything more.
After Lu Yi said a few words of comfort, he took the two of them and flew down with the light.
Behind him are Gao Shun with scarlet eyes and thousands of ghost soldiers.
……
The monk escapes the light very quickly.
The distance is only a few thousand meters, which is a blink of an eye.
When Lu Yi, Meng An and Meng Cha landed in Youlingfang City below.
This originally noisy and bustling Celestial City is still shrouded in huge chaos.
To Lu Yi's surprise, except for the first-born four-eyed celestial beings in this city.
There are also many strange-looking people of all races.
Judging from his dress and complexion, he is not a slave or a prisoner.
"..."
"You ask these foreigners?"
Lu Yi looked at the many foreigners running around on the streets of Fangshi and asked questions.
The girl-like Meng An's eyes moved slightly and she said:
"Holy Son, if it were originally... a foreign race came to our Celestial Race territory."
"They are usually captured as slaves and prisoners!"
"The lively scene we have now was only seen a few years ago... after the new General Mafuyu took office."
"..."
I could hear a hint of excitement and pride in Meng An's tone.
Lu Yi frowned slightly, thinking of the red light shining in the western sky when General Pianhuang came in his true form.
"Just now the two generals of the Celestial Tribe were talking through the air."
"The one called Mengxue is the Celestial Race's General Mafuyu?"
This question just came out of my mouth.
Meng An, who was following him, whispered:
"The general's name is taboo, and we dare not say it out loud."
"Just now, it was indeed two generals talking to each other through the air!"
As he said this, he seemed afraid that Lu Yi would not understand the cause and effect.
Meng An's pretty face turned pale, and she gritted her teeth and continued:
"Holy Son, our celestial race has always been proud of us!"
"There is even less communication with all races!"
"Although True Winter City is weak now, if we look at its prosperity alone... it is more than twice as strong as the Wilderness City!"
"..."
Listen to Meng An's words.
The smile on Lu Yi's face did not change, and he had some thoughts in his heart.
At this time, Meng An kept praising True Winter City, which he considered to be human nature.
In other words, Meng An’s words at this time.
For Lu Yi, it can also be said to be right in his heart.
That general Meng Yilie was so powerful that he even wanted to attack him as soon as he came up.
It is extremely difficult for the two of them to cooperate again.
In other words, Lu Yi has never had the habit of suffering such losses.
"The Celestial Race is divided into two. If I want to run Fang Wuya's altar... I must have the support of one of them to make it happen!"
"Otherwise, whether we really let the hopeless sky come as planned, or we cut it off in the middle... we will inevitably have to take many detours!"
As Lu Yi was lost in thought, he kept walking along Youlingfang Street.
Soon we arrived at a huge stone mansion in the middle of the city.
This is the central place where Meng'an governs the entire city.
Countless documents and files in Youlingfang are all piled up here.
The purpose of Lu Yi coming here is to fully grasp the entire city's information.
"You Lingfang City..."
First, let Meng An send someone to get all the files from the city lord's mansion for him to check.
As Lu Yi spoke, he kept asking and talking to Mengcha who was standing aside.
As Meng An’s old enemy.
Even if he doesn't have a complete grasp of the information about this Youlingfang, Mengcha can roughly tell a lot of figures.
Population, wealth, soldiers, monks.
But with just a few words, Lu Yi had a rough understanding of the Celestial City he was about to control.
In other words, I have a pretty good understanding of the structure of the entire Celestial Race.
Today's Celestial Race is not a big clan among all the races in the desolate land.
But the power and territory are not small.
Except for the two huge cities in the East and West, almost all cities are named after Fang.
Like the Youlingfang under Meng'an's rule, there are almost a thousand squares with domes covering the sky.
Each of them is led by a holy envoy.
In addition, there are many towns and villages directly exposed to the barren land.
Almost every place like these is a lawless place where various ethnic groups live together.
Even the Celestials living there are no longer considered Celestials.
Even, there is a separate title.
"Wild Sky Man?"
Something strange flashed in his eyes.
Lu Yi swept through the countless documents and files in front of him with his spiritual thoughts.
He looked directly at Meng An who was standing aside and said:
"I have finished reading the files in Youlingfang."
"Nowadays, the desolate Protectorate covers thousands of miles around. Do you know how many villages and towns are scattered in this land of thousands of miles?"
"..."
"This..."
Suddenly I heard Lu Yi ask about this matter.
Meng An's fair and pretty face showed some hesitation before he lowered his head and whispered:
"Holy Son, before, outside the dome... it was almost an extremity."
"Although there are many races living in it, most of them have been infected by the desolate air and their blood and spiritual roots."
"Even if our clan sacrifices for the Heavenly Mother, we will not choose these people."
"These people, not to mention my clan... all clans will no longer regard them as the same clan, let alone the habit of keeping records!"
"..."
Following Meng An’s explanation.
Lu Yi understood what she meant immediately.
The barren land is dry and silent, the spiritual energy is mixed and poisonous, and almost no grass grows.
Even if all races do not have dome technology like the Celestial Race, they still have their own methods to refine their spiritual energy.
Those races who live outside the dome and formation are almost considered abandoned savages.
As Lu Yi looked thoughtful, he remained silent.
Still, Meng Cha’s eyes flickered and he said:
"Holy Son, almost all the savages of all races living in the wilderness have had their spiritual roots and bloodline eroded."
"Although all the opportunities for cultivation are gone and it is considered the most useless...the strength has increased a lot!"
"If there is a shortage of slave labor, these wilderness tribes... humble people can catch them for you!"
"..."
"Slave labor?"
Listen to what Mengcha said.
Lu Yi lightly knocked on the table in front of him, but did not say whether it was good or bad.
Instead, he looked at Mengcha and said:
"There's no need to capture them. If you are willing... you can spread out your own giant ships and give me a rough estimate first!"
As he said this, Mengcha didn't even wait for his face to show joy.