Chapter 408 The pressure increases sharply
"over there!"
"you saw it?!"
"Yeah! Less than ten!"
"Would you like to call for backup?"
"Are you kidding me? The Witch Gu Clan is calling for support at this point. Is your sea-forming cultivation level fake? Follow me quickly!"
"……coming."
The two cultivators of the Human Sect followed the traces of the Witch Gu Clan that they had discovered before, and flew quickly on the Shiwan Mountain with flying magic weapons.
Both of them had Tongxuan cultivation. One of them stepped on a flying sword, and the other rode a gourd, flying while using his spiritual consciousness to sweep across the ground unscrupulously.
"Xuanli, this area seems to be very dangerous recently." The man riding a gourd from behind caught up and said, looking a little worried.
"I know." The man known as Xuanli looked calm and kept glancing downwards.
"Then you're still coming?!"
"Yuan Bai, do you need to be so scared? What kind of cultivation did those people have before, what kind of cultivation are you and me?" "Dead, you and I are from the Sea Transformation Realm and the Great Martial Palace."
"But……"
"It's not like you don't understand the power of the Gu. The great wizard has been killed by General Yuchi. The strongest of the remaining witches and Gus are those in the Sea Transformation Realm. All their members have to be sacrificed." Xuan Li said with a relaxed expression, "Don't worry, my plan is just to explore the situation."
He patted Yuan Bai on the shoulder: "If anything happens, I will go back and report first. I care about my life more than you." He smiled slightly.
Seeing his smile, Yuan Bai also smiled, "That's good."
Suddenly, Xuan Li and Yuan Bai's smiles froze at the same time. They both lowered their heads and looked down. They saw a spear rushing towards them from below, the cold light on the tip of the spear was as sharp as frost!
Xuanli reacted the fastest. He instantly realized that the spear was coming towards him, and subconsciously took out the magic weapon turtle shell to resist. This was a spiritual defense magic weapon given by his master, which could block a blow from the Nascent Soul cultivator.
But in the next moment, the spear flew in front of him, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
Unstoppable.
This is not Nascent Soul...
boom! laugh!
The turtle shell in Xuanli's hand was instantly shattered, and his body was shattered almost at the same time. A huge hole appeared on his body with his chest as the center. Both shoulders were gone, and only his scalp flew up.
Yuan Bai watched in horror as his partner died beside him, blood splattered on his face.
He activated the magic weapon and turned around to run, but he couldn't walk. When he looked down, he saw a man in black flying up into the air with his feet off the ground, reaching out to grab the base of his precious gourd.
His body suddenly lost control and fell suddenly. Yuan Bai let out a scream and was violently pulled down while riding on the treasure gourd.
…
Inside Nanzhao City.
Inside the general's pure white ferret fur tent.
Yuchi Songxu sat on a huge throne like an emperor. He was still naked except for a piece of cloth around his waist. His muscles were strong and his posture was strong. There is a black sword hanging on the tent behind the seat, which is the general's ceremonial sword.
Compared with Ning Wuxie, he is almost like a giant, with a size difference of three times. It is no wonder that he is invincible on the mortal battlefield. He cultivates the Tao with his body, and he is born with an evil body. The more he goes to the battlefield where millions of corpses are lying down and blood is flowing in the oars, the more he can understand the Tao that belongs to him.
But now, he is sitting on the seat with a solemn expression, frightened eyes, and cold sweat on his forehead. He is holding a jade slip in his hand and is reading the information inside.
He read it once, then read it again, and finally put the jade slip gently aside.
Ye Qingxuan was angry.
Because of his aggressive war on the Chouyun River, Renzong was under tremendous pressure from outside, both in terms of manpower and public opinion.
Confucianism could no longer bear it, and Xuan Qin also refused to cooperate anymore. They wanted Renzong to give an explanation.
But Yuchi Songxu is still wasting money and people here, asking Bacheng to continue to fund and apply for more Renzong cultivators.
"Damn it, isn't that what fighting is like!" Yuchi Songxu said angrily, but his voice was kept very low, as if he was afraid that someone would hear him.
Thinking of Ye Qingxuan, that tall and thin man, he couldn't help but feel a sense of fear.
He should have reached the peak of the Heavenly Immortal Realm?
Yuchi Songxu felt a chill running down his spine. Ye Qingxuan was about to conquer the Immortal Saint Realm that had not been touched for thousands of years.
He is indeed an unparalleled genius...
Ye Qingxuan asked him to shrink, immediately end the war with the Witch Gu Tribe and the Mourning Blood Cult, and send three-quarters of the Human Sect disciples back to guard the artifact with a small force like Nalan Tianying.
"But I don't even know where the damn artifact is now!" Yuchi Songxu cursed, his brows furrowed, and all the naked women serving him hurriedly knelt down.
He put his hand on his forehead and looked struggling. He knew that his difficulties were far more than that. The Witch Gu Clan's hometown had been bulldozed by him, and the remaining Witch Gu Clan would definitely fight him to death. It would be difficult for him to escape.
After arriving at the banks of the Chouyun River, he had been looking for the legendary artifact, the Blood-Mourning Knife, so he launched an attack on the Blood-Mourning Cult. The Witch Gu Tribe was in the crosshairs of the gun, because the opponent's words were not good, and he looked down on him. This group of southern barbarians wanted to be wiped out together.
As a result, now, the Mourning Blood Cult has gone into hiding and is hard to trace, leaving only the Witch Gu Clan to tangle with him endlessly.
"General Yuchi!" the messenger shouted outside the door.
"explain."
"It's Fang Xuanli and Yuan Bai of the Renzong Dawu Palace. Their life slips were shattered just now!"
"Dawu Hall?" Yuchi Songxu's eyes widened.
"That's right, the fate note traced the remnant soul and found that it was outside Macang Mountain."
Yuchi Songxu's eyes lit up, "Macang Mountain, Macang Mountain again!"
"Give me armor!" he shouted, turning around and taking off the black sword hanging behind the throne.
As he took the sword into his hand, the "Five Hundred Evil Tigers" stationed around the snow-white camp and Yuchi Songxu's personal soldiers all instantly sensed the general's call. Everyone immediately put down what they were doing, picked up weapons and rallied quickly!
By the time Yuchi Songxu walked out of the camp wearing heroic black armor, all five hundred evil tigers had gathered. Everyone was holding a long sword and lined up in a neat queue. Everyone was silent and motionless, only the evil aura rising to the sky.
This is an iron army, absolutely loyal to Yuchi Songxu, and each of them has a certain level of cultivation, but they don't know how to fight, and they don't know how to control swords and weapons. The only skill they practice is Yuchi Songxu's Bloody Sand Evil Tiger. Formation, thereby contributing his cultivation into a collective, serving as Yuchi Songxu’s most powerful magic weapon!
"Let's go to Macang Mountain!"
…
Near Macang Mountain.
Ning Wuxie and Xuan'er, led by Chi Niang, walked into an extremely hidden underground cave.
"Is the Blood Sect hiding here?" Ning Wuxie asked, dragging someone in his hand. It was Yuan Bai from before, who was already unconscious.
"Yes." Chi Niang nodded, "After Yuchi Songxu started to use force, they immediately hid... Only a few Wu Gu tribe members knew where they were."
"Are all witches and ghosts in the Blood Sect too?"
"Basically, they are all, but there are also Central Plains people. The earliest members of the Blood Sour Cult were all Central Plains people." Chi Niang said.
As I was walking, I suddenly heard the sound of gurgling water. It should be the underground river, but what I could smell was not the cold, clear, and sour smell of the underground river.
But the smell of blood.
On the wall of the cave in front, a fluctuating red water light suddenly appeared. There was a corner of the cave passage, as if there was a red water surface inside, reflecting the waves.
Ning Wuxie and Xuan'er walked over and saw a blood-colored lake on the ground, with scarlet water flowing continuously in it. This should be an underground branch of the Chouyun River.
A group of skinny people in black robes were huddled against the stone wall, looking like they were about to starve to death.