Chapter 578 A man should shed blood on the battlefield, and drunkenly wield a sword to pierce the su

Chapter 578 A man should shed blood on the battlefield, and drunkenly wield a sword to pierce the su

Chapter 578 A man should shed blood on the battlefield, and drunkenly wield a sword to pierce the sun!

Tu Ming also possesses supernatural powers and is known as a True Lord among Nascent Soul cultivators.

He himself is also a high-ranking official, the chief priest of the Hundred Poison Tribe. The Cang Yue Tribe, the Ancient Vine Tribe, and the Hundred Poison Tribe are the three largest barbarian tribes in the Thousand Peaks Forest, each with a population of about one million.

But in the entire battle of Qianfenglin, Tu Ming made few achievements and his results were pitiful, and he only performed well in the initial ambush.

He felt extremely aggrieved. If it weren't for Shen Qinghe's terrifying restraint, he would have achieved more results.

Unfortunately, reality is reality. Tu Ming’s life is now hanging by a thread and he can only hope for reinforcements.

However, almost everyone in the Hundred Poisons Tribe specializes in poison techniques, and they are no match for Shen Qinghe. Didn't Shen Qinghe kill all the people in the huge Poison Pond Mountain?

Shen Qinghe hated all the poison cultivators in the world and wanted to kill Tu Ming. At this moment, she searched the mountain carefully, searching every acre, not giving Tu Ming a chance to escape.

Tu Ming saw the Qingling Dharma Light about to shine on him and couldn't help but fall into despair.

But Shen Qinghe paused slightly.

She received a message describing the shocking changes on the front battlefield.

"What? Commander Du was stabbed by Master Shengxu again, and his injury was so severe that he had no choice but to withdraw his troops?"

Shen Qinghe's first reaction was disbelief. She suspected that this was a plot by Tu Ming and other enemies to trick her into evacuating voluntarily.

However, the aura of national strength of the two countries revealed by the seals in the Feixun is genuine and extremely difficult to fake.

"It seems that Tu Ming's luck has not yet ended." Shen Qinghe sighed in his heart, and then turned into a green light, flew away quickly, and left the Poison Pond Mountain.

The reason why she was able to go deep into the Thousand Peaks Forest was because the armies of the two countries were stationed in the heart of the area, giving Shen Qinghe room to maneuver.

Now the army is gradually retreating, and the speed at which the Qianfenglin coalition forces will react is unpredictable. If they react and organize a counterattack, it will be very dangerous for Shen Qinghe and others to enter the enemy camp.

Fearing that she would be besieged, Shen Qinghe had no choice but to evacuate.

The defeated troops of Qianfenglin gathered in one place.

"Master Long! Wuuuuu..." Many soldiers covered their faces and cried, with a mixture of sadness and hatred.

The commander-in-chief died in battle, causing grief among the remaining troops.

Not only Lord Long, but also the Dragon King Temple, as the main force in this battle, suffered the most serious losses.

Chen Lingfeng was being carried, and had already fallen into a coma. His body twitched violently from time to time, white foam came out of the corners of his mouth, his eyes rolled back and stared wide open, and his eyelids would not close no matter how hard he tried.

This is the price of over-utilizing one's talents.

The latest intelligence was delivered to Lu Hongtu, who didn't believe it at first. After confirming that it was correct, he shouted and announced it to everyone.

The soldiers all looked stunned.

After they reacted, cheers gradually rose, then became sparse.

Some monks among them took the initiative to suggest taking advantage of the opportunity to fight back, but few responded.

Many people refuted this, saying that although Du Tiechuan was injured, he was not killed. If they went back to fight, they would still face the powerful armies of the two countries. What was the difference from before?

The difference is that Lord Long has died in battle!
Who can hold up the overall situation?

Lu Hongtu saw everyone's reaction and shook his head in his heart: "It's hard to use the morale of the army."

Even if Master Shengxu made great contributions, Du Tiechuan was seriously injured, and took the initiative to withdraw his troops, it would be difficult to change the morale of the Qianfenglin coalition. The latter generally had low fighting spirit and were more inclined to suspend the war.

"Unless I step forward and forcibly organize an army. Or Xiang Yue can do it..."

"However, the appeal of the two of us can only influence a small number of people, and cannot be compared with Master Long at all."

"That's all."

“This is actually a very good result!”

Lu Hongtu is happy to see such development.

In this battle, he gained many military merits, spread his reputation far and wide, and forged good relationships with monks and forces from all sides.

It can be said that in terms of diplomacy, he and the Six Caves Sect have made tremendous progress in the Thousand Peaks Forest.

As for the spoils, Lu Hongtu also took a lot.

Overall, the gains outweigh the losses.

The biggest loss of the Six Cave Sect was to the Demon Heart Cave Master. The Demon Heart Cave Master's beloved son Lin You was killed in the battle, and the Cave Master himself only managed to escape with his Nascent Soul.

The Blood Shadow Cave Master and the Poison Scorpion Cave Master were indeed the people carefully selected by Lu Hongtu. They fought fiercely on the front line and both survived.

"The two Zhu countries sent two great incarnation-level fighters, one of whom died and the other was injured. They will not mobilize troops again in the short term."

"The Shenxu Dragon King chose to attack the old monster in the stone, and his hostility was prominent. Although it was not the real old monster in the stone, in essence, Qianfenglin had fallen into civil strife."

"The upper echelons have suffered heavy casualties, and are in a standoff. They are unable to take care of themselves. Isn't this a good opportunity for my Six Caves Sect to expand and continue to rise?"

Lu Hongtu evaluates the major forces in Qianfenglin.

The largest Dragon King Temple suffered the most severe losses. As the Dragon King Temple's external signboard, the death of Lord Long was a huge loss to the Dragon King Temple.

Among Long Ye's former right-hand men, Wu Hen has been captured alive. Although Chen Lingfeng survived, his own confusion caused considerable trouble and losses to his own army. He lost trust, made enemies in many places, and his reputation plummeted.

Under such circumstances, Mr. Long's political legacy had no one to inherit in his faction, and was strangely transferred to an outsider - Xiang Yue!

Therefore, Lu Hongtu predicted: "Xiang Yue has received the legacy from Master Long, and his personal strength has greatly increased. His performance in the second major battle has earned him a lot of respect and recognition. He will be a representative among the demon cultivators."

"And I am the leader of the human monks in the Thousand Peaks Forest."

"The barbarian forces suffered heavy losses!"

"The Green Vine Doctor of the Ancient Vine Tribe was killed, and his Nascent Soul escaped. Di Lu of the Cang Yue Tribe died long ago, and even his Nascent Soul was gone. Only Gu Ya is left to hold the overall situation. And the Hundred Poison Tribe..."

"I don't know if Tu Ming is dead or not? If he died at the hands of Shen Qinghe, then the Baidu tribe will also go into complete decline and will have to give up a lot of their original territory."

"Even if he didn't die, based on his performance in this battle, he was defeated almost every time and his reputation has plummeted."

The more Lu Hongtu thought about it, the hotter his heart became.

The old forces that originally filled and occupied many territories have all experienced a significant decline in strength.

The Six Caves Sect and the Pale Barbarian Cultivator Group will surely rise because of the benefits gained from the war!
"Army Division, what can I gain if I join your sect?" A divine consciousness secretly conveyed a message to Lu Hongtu.

It’s Li Jiuchong!

This Gu cultivator was defeated by Mo Yechen's myna in the great battle, and lost many Gu insects. His strength and reputation declined significantly.

He also saw the rising trend of the Six Caves Sect and took the initiative to ask to join.

"With the joining of such a powerful demon, the strength of my Liudong Sect is bound to increase greatly!" Lu Hongtu couldn't help but feel pleasantly surprised.

He was just about to lead his men to accomplish great things, but before he could take any actual action, he had a great start.

It's really great!
Meanwhile, somewhere else...

Yuanying Zhenjun Bai Ling leaned against a pine tree and looked at the monks around him.

They are Ju Bing, Qian Ye and Jin Tunhe.

Bai Ling spoke slowly: "I gathered you together because we are all demon cultivators."

Bai Ling himself was born from a white crane, Ju Bing was born from a wild boar, Qian Ye was a fox, and Jin Tunhe was a toad.

Ju Bing and Qian Ye looked at Bai Ling intently, while Jin Tunhe yawned, his eyes half asleep. He had eaten too much in this battle, so he continued to sleep to digest quickly.

Bai Ling glanced at Jin Tunhe and said, "I'll make it short. Although the armies of the two countries retreated during this battle, they have preserved their strength very well."

"We have already failed twice on the front battlefield. The last time, we suffered heavy losses." "You and I are both demon cultivators. We like freedom and living alone. But I'm afraid that the two countries will go to war again in the future. By then, will we in Qianfenglin still have such luck?"

Ju Bing asked directly: "So, Lord Bai Ling, what do you want to do?"

Bai Ling smiled slightly: "It's very simple, we have to join forces and help each other."

Qianye: "Should we contact the Elephant King? He is also a demon cultivator."

Bai Ling was silent for a moment: "Xiang Yue is missing now, but according to his strength, unless he encounters a god-level. Let's discuss it first, and then contact him."

Boom boom boom...

Xiang Yue chased Ning Zhuo all the way. With every step he took, the ground shook, roared, and earth and rocks flew everywhere, with smoke and dust rising.

He sent a telepathic message: "Ning Zhuo, where are you going to escape to? Stop immediately and tell me what happened. If you dare to play tricks, I will tear you in half!"

Ning Zhuo said, "Elephant King, don't worry. This place is still close to the battlefield. It will be safer if we go a little further away."

Xiang Yue was already impatient: "You have said this several times. Do you think I am easy to fool? Stop it!"

As he spoke, Xiang Yue suddenly attacked, using martial arts. His speed increased dramatically, and after a few steps, he arrived behind Ning Zhuo.

He stretched out his big hand and grabbed Ning Zhuo's neck directly. If he grabbed Ning Zhuo firmly, he would be lifted up like a chicken.

At the critical moment, a voice suddenly rang out: "Elephant King, be patient."

boom.

Zhu Xuanji suddenly showed up and had a fierce fight with Xiang Yue head on.

The two men each took a step back and faced each other.

Xiang Yue looked at Zhu Xuanji in astonishment: "You are just a golden elixir, but you are on par with me? Who are you?!"

Zhu Xuanji's several magical powers disappeared quietly, and he shook his numbed fists: "I am a member of the royal family of Nandou Kingdom, Zhu Xuanji."

Xiang Yue thought for a moment and asked, "Nan Dou Shenpo?"

He clenched his fist: "One more time!"

Xiang Yue's muscles bulged, he performed martial arts, and blood flames ignited on his fists as he punched again.

Zhu Xuanji was calm and fearless, his supernatural powers burst out, and for a moment, golden light was added to his body, jade aura spread, and mountains and forests appeared in the golden aura, and every tree was golden and jade, gorgeous and noble.

boom.

The two fought hard again, and both retreated, evenly matched.

Xiang Yue had a serious look on his face, because Zhu Xuanji only used his physical body and supernatural powers to fight against him, and did not use any magic weapons or national weapons on his body.

"Although I didn't use my full strength, it was almost there."

"The key point is that Zhu Xuanji and I both took a step back twice in a row. What does this mean?"

"This means that he didn't use his full strength. He just saw my strength and used the same strength!"

Thinking of this, Xiang Yue exclaimed: "Okay."

He released his fists, his arms dropped naturally, and he quickly acknowledged Zhu Xuanji: "Is my meeting with Hong Feng arranged by the Nandou Kingdom?"

Zhu Xuanji: "Elephant King, all this is just a coincidence, and my Nandou Kingdom is just taking advantage of the situation and making a move."

Xiang Yue's heart sank. Zhu Xuanji's frank admission forced him to re-examine the lover he had been thinking about day and night.

"Hongfeng..." Xiang Yue is a sentimental man, not to mention that Hongfeng is pregnant with his child.

It is difficult for the pale wild elephants to reproduce. In order to reproduce the tribe, Xiang Yue has repeatedly sought the Elephant Pulse Enriching Pill.

And there is a rule in this world that the higher the level of cultivation, the more difficult it is to reproduce bloodline offspring.

As the elephant king, Xiang Yue had two factors combined, and the possibility of having children was very low. It was impossible for him not to pursue his lover and children!
"Alas!" Xiang Yue sighed deeply, glanced at Ning Zhuo, and fixed his eyes on Zhu Xuanji, "What does your Nandou Kingdom want me to do?"

"Wait a moment." Ning Zhuo suddenly waved his hand, "I will take my leave first. The two adults can talk slowly."

Although Ning Zhuo had a close relationship with Zhu Xuanji, and the Zhu family of the Nandou royal family and the Ning family also had an alliance, Ning Zhuo never lost his sense of propriety.

Zhu Xuanji represented the Nandou Kingdom and made arrangements in the Qianfeng Forest. This was a state secret and Ning Zhuo did not want to know too much about it.

But Zhu Xuanji said, "It's okay."

Ning Zhuo chuckled and still did not choose to stay, but took the initiative to retreat.

Zhu Xuanji smiled confidently and calmly: "Ning Zhuo, you don't have to listen, but don't leave in a hurry. I have news about your mother. And this information is extremely valuable to you."

Ning Zhu was stunned for a moment, and when he realized what was happening, his expression changed drastically, unable to hide his excitement: "Are you serious, Master Zhu?"

This time it was Xiang Yue's turn to smile: "Is this the way the Southern Bean Kingdom's detective works?"

He had no choice but to give in when he was caught in a weak spot. However, when he saw that Ning Zhuo was also caught in a weak spot, his dislike for the latter was reduced a lot, and he took the opportunity to mock Zhu Xuanji.

Ning Zhuo did not feel much hatred towards Zhu Xuanji. Instead, he felt grateful: "Old Zhu is one of the few people who knows my true purpose. I didn't expect that he would secretly collect intelligence for me and do so many things. He is worthy of being called Old Zhu, a good man."

Ning Zhuo took the initiative to stay away, allowing Zhu Xuanji and Xiang Yue to have a private conversation.

He came to a hillside and looked at the mountain scenery in the distance.

The afterglow of sunset is as red as blood.

This major battle started in the early morning and lasted until the evening.

Just then, a strong mountain breeze blew, stirring up the pine waves between the mountains like rolling tides, and also blowing Ning Zhue's long hair and clothes fluttering.

The rosy glow illuminates Ning Zhuo's whole body.

Ning Zhuo was wearing a white robe stained with blood. He had just emerged from a great battle, and his blood was still boiling, his eyes were shining, and he was full of energy.

At this moment, I recall the scenes on the battlefield, thinking of the life-and-death battles between the enemy and us, with each character appearing on the stage and showing their abilities, it was a wonderful spectacle.

Princess Jiqiao is willing to be the backbone, Mulan's arrows are fierce and intimidating, Xu Dali fights hard, Zhao Xi flees cleverly, Long Ye fights to the death and sacrifices himself, Xiang Yue is unstoppable, Li Jiuchong is cunning and vicious, Chen Lingfeng is possessed by the devil, Jin Tunhe is gifted, Lu Hongtu is mature and prudent, Ding Pi and Jia Wan have murderous intentions, Du Tiechuan is powerful, and Master Shengxu overturns the situation...

The Fire Cloud Camp burned countless enemies, the White Jade Camp was completely wiped out, the Three Generals Camp became more experienced, and the Red Flower Camp achieved great results...

All these things flashed through his mind like a passing scene, causing his emotions to boil over and he couldn't help but let out a soft whistle.

The young man's whistle resounded through the mountains and forests, causing a gust of mountain wind to rise from the ground and roll up the surging blue sea.

"Without traveling, how can you experience such a wonderful life in person?"

"I want to experience a battlefield like this again."

"Fighting with all kinds of heroes, in the battle of life and death, racking your brains and trying your best to shine your own brilliance, and witnessing the highlights of others, is just like drinking a strong liquor, which makes people intoxicated."

"Boss, I suddenly understand you."

Ning Zhuo sent a telepathic message to Sun Lingtong: "Is this the excitement you are looking for?"

Sun Lingtong suddenly got inspired and his eyes turned: "This is called: A man should shed blood on the battlefield, drunkenly holding a sword to penetrate the sun."

Ning Zhuo chuckled: "It's rare that the boss is in the mood for poetry."

Sun Lingtong laughed and shouted, "That's the sentence I thought of."

Ning Zhuo: "Then I will complete it for you, Boss."

He thought for a moment, and in just three breaths, he murmured, "The divine arrows shatter the clouds and the fire illuminates the clouds, the mad sword drinks blood and the iron blooms. The three armies thunder and destroy the mountains, and a roar blows the yellow sands away. A hundred battles will never be enough to turn your body into ashes, and a thousand disasters will never change your spirit. A man should shed blood on the battlefield, and drunkenly pull the sword through the sun!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Xuanji appeared and praised him: "What a good poem!"

(End of this chapter)