The black carriage traveled through the Wilderness, and jackdaws flew in the dark grass.
In the distant Wilderness in front of them, sword lights occasionally flashed by, and chaotic clouds gradually broke into pieces.
Ning Que sensed the faint fluctuation of aura and put the fruit in front of Sangsang's lips. He said, "I have never seen such a violent fluctuation of the Qi of Heaven and Earth. I wonder how many powerhouses are fighting there."
In the White Tower Temple in Chaoyang City of Yuelun Kingdom, he had seen the battle between Eldest Brother and the Chief Preaching Monk of Xuankong Temple.
In that battle, Eldest Brother used the words of Confucius against the words of Buddha of the Chief Preaching Monk. Both of them displayed a state that was almost miraculous. It was no weaker than the fluctuation of the Qi of Heaven and Earth coming from the distant Wilderness.
However, neither Eldest Brother nor the Chief Preaching Monk fought to the death that day. At this time, the storm-like change of the Qi of Heaven and Earth that Ning Que sensed was even more terrifying and shocking.
"I've seen it."
Sangsang took the fruit and took a bite. The color of the flesh changed slightly and was instantly frozen. When she chewed, there was a rustling sound, as if she was chewing on ice.
Ning Que asked curiously, "Where have you seen such a battle?"
Sangsang said, "When the Headmaster and Master Yan Se fought on the North Mountain of Chang 'an, the change of the Qi of Heaven and Earth was also terrible. But they covered it themselves at that time."
Ning Que took the frozen fruit and took a bite. His teeth didn't break, but he shivered because of the cold. He said with a smile, "If we were still in Chang 'an, the neighbors on Lin 47th Street would no longer buy ice to pour well water on during the summer. They would stay in the Old Brush Pen Shop every day."
Sangsang smiled and then coughed twice.
Since leaving the Desolate Man's tribe, she coughed less often. Maybe because she coughed too much in the past two years, she only coughed out a pure cold aura without phlegm or black blood.
Sangsang was very clean now. There was no dirty blood, sweat, or saliva. Her body was extremely pure inside and out, like transparent glass. In other words, she was becoming less and less like a human.
Ning Que held her in his arms and kissed her. Then he put his hand into her black fur coat and rubbed it. Although it was very cold, it was still very soft and warm.
"I never thought that I would marry a fairy," he said.
Sangsang looked up at him, flicked the frost off his eyelashes, and corrected him seriously, "I'm not a fairy, I'm a monster."
Ning Que said, "Immortal? Monsters? You're Sang Sang. "
Along the way to the south, the two chatted with each other. Occasionally, they would reminisce about Min Mountain, the City of Wei, and Chang 'an. They did not talk about life and death, nor did they have any last words. Sangsang had said all her last words in the Wa Mountain Monastery. Ning Que did not plan to live any longer. Even if he had any last words, there was no one to listen to them.
Suddenly, a heavy object fell from the dark clouds, whistling through the air and smashing heavily onto the field several hundred feet in front of the black carriage, stirring up a clump of soil.
When the carriage arrived, Ning Que looked over and saw half a human corpse in a shallow pit in the field. Judging from the skin color and muscle strength, it should be a powerful Desolate Man warrior. Ning Que could not help but be shocked.
He was very clear about the physical strength of the Desolate Man. The stronger the Desolate Man warrior, the stronger he was to resist knives and swords. However, this powerful Desolate Man warrior's body had been cut by a sword, and half of his corpse had been shaken to this place. One could imagine how fast the sword was and how powerful the owner of the sword was.
"It's a Grand Cultivator in the Knowing Destiny State … It seems that there are many powerhouses in the West-Hill Divine Palace."
Ning Que said to Sangsang.
After a while, the sound of something breaking through the air sounded again in the Wilderness. But this time, the sound was not whistling like before, but shrill and much sharper.
Ning Que looked up warily and saw a bright sword flash, flying at high speed along the edge of the dark clouds. It did not stab the carriage, but stabbed diagonally into a slightly raised meadow in front of them on the right.
The flying sword was so powerful that it pierced through the entire meadow and came out from the other side of the meadow, bringing with it a trail of black soil and grass. Then it landed on the ground. The bright sword suddenly dimmed, and it looked extremely defeated.
This flying sword was so powerful that only a powerhouse who had entered the Knowing Destiny State could use it.
Ning Que looked at the flying sword behind the meadow and realized that there was a handle behind it. He suddenly realized that the owner of the sword was a powerhouse from the Sword Garret of South Jin Kingdom, and it was very likely that he was the powerhouse who had cut the Desolate Man warrior in half.
A powerhouse from the Sword Garret of Knowing Destiny State had been defeated just like that.
Ning Que looked up at the battlefield in the south. He looked at the increasingly intense changes in the Qi of Heaven and Earth, and the increasingly powerful sword light and talisman intent. His expression became more and more serious.
The black horse carriage was still a long distance away from the battlefield, but he had already seen the two powerhouses leave. Then how many people were dying in the Wilderness at every moment?
Suddenly, a very thin bright line flashed across Ning Que's eyes, followed by countless others.
He was looking at the battlefield in the south. The light reflected in his black eyes was naturally the scenery there.
On the battlefield in the Wilderness in the distance, lightning flashed and thunder roared. The lightning was not as powerful as the lightning in the real world, but it was very close to the ground. It flashed and teleported, as if it was chasing after someone.
What kind of powerhouse could summon thunder and lightning?
Ning Que thought that if the lightning was chasing after him, he would have no way to deal with it. He could only be struck to death. And there were more than one or two powerhouses in that state in the Wilderness. What could he change by bringing Sangsang there? Would they die peacefully, or would something else really happen as he had expected?
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Hundreds of thousands of people, as well as countless warhorses and chariots, appearing in one place at the same time would be a very terrifying thing. Neither Chang 'an nor the West-Hill Divine Palace could complete a military parade. However, in the vast and boundless Wilderness, there was enough space even for a chaotic battle like this, not to mention a parade in formation.
The new grass on the Wilderness was drenched in blood and trampled by horses. It had to end its life prematurely. The grass roots were still there, but the greenery was gone. The soil on the surface of the Wilderness turned into floating ash.
The war between the Desolate Man and the West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army had lasted for many days.
Although they were called natural warriors and had many powerhouses, the Desolate Man's tribe still could not fight against the entire human world. They were at a disadvantage since the beginning of the war, and they kept losing and retreating. They were only holding on with the spirit and boldness that had been honed in the Cold Region of the Far North for thousands of years. But everyone knew that the Desolate Man could not hold on for long.
The war in the 18th year of the Tianqi era of the Tang Empire and the 3449th year of the Dazhi era of West-Hill were very different from the countless wars in the past.
In the past wars, cultivators had always played a supporting role. No matter Array Tactical Masters, Talisman Masters, or those Sword Masters who were willing to carry out assassination missions, they could not decide the outcome of a war. But in this war, cultivators were very important.
The reason for this was because this was a Holy War initiated by the West-Hill Divine Palace. Almost all the cultivators from the Central Plains had come to the Wilderness. The difference in numbers led to a huge change in the pattern of war.
Priests from the West-Hill Divine Palace, Haotian Taoism cultivators from various Taoist temples, visiting professors from places like the Sword Garret of South Jin Kingdom and the Great River Black Ink Garden, rare Talisman Masters, and Array Tactical Masters relied on by the armies of various countries had all participated in the war. On the battlefield in the Wilderness, the Qi of Heaven and Earth was controlled by countless Psyche Power, disturbed by countless Fu papers, and shaken by countless tactical arrays. It was changing rapidly and even the natural environment was changing drastically.
In the Wilderness in late spring, heavy rain, heavy snow, morning dew, and evening wind appeared from time to time and then disappeared. The battlefield was chaotic and danger was everywhere. If not for the Desolate Man's innately strong bodies and the powerful warrior leaders who had secretly learned the skills of the Devil's Doctrine, they would have collapsed under the first attack of the cultivators and cavalry from the Central Plains.
Although the Desolate Man had managed to hold on, many of their warriors had died or been seriously injured in these battles. Of course, many more cavalrymen from the Central Plains had died under their axes, and many cultivators had been killed by the ordinary Desolate Man soldiers.
In short, the battlefield in the Wilderness was like a waterwheel, constantly drawing water from the stream formed by humans to pour it into the Wilderness. The only difference was that the water was human blood and flesh.
The invisible waterwheel of flesh and blood on the battlefield in the Wilderness slowly came to a stop. Both sides temporarily retreated. The West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army and the cultivators returned to the camp wearily. The warriors of the Desolate Man's tribe, on the other hand, supported their weary bodies and walked in the Wilderness, looking for the corpses of their fellow tribesmen and confirming their names.
There was a giant chariot in the center of the West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army.
The giant chariot was three stories high, and its base was cast from a piece of bronze. The railings on the chariot were pure gold and shone with a holy light under the sunlight, as if it could steal all the light in the world. There was a tower on the chariot, and the curtains were tightly locked. One could not see what was inside the tower, but one could vaguely see an extremely tall figure.
The tower on the chariot was the tallest in the entire Wilderness. It was even higher than the meadow in the distance, and it even gave people the feeling that the tower on the chariot was higher than the goshawk flying in the sky.
The person on the tallest chariot was naturally the tallest.
The tall figure on the chariot was the Hierarch Lord of the West-Hill Divine Palace.
The most mysterious person in the cultivation world had always been the Devil's Doctrine Suzerain, the Twenty-Three-year Cicada Cultivation. But in fact, there was another saying that the most mysterious person was the Hierarch Lord of the West-Hill Divine Palace.
But no one dared to use the word "mysterious" to describe him.
Even the mysterious legends about the Hierarch Lord had always been filled with a kind of reverence and admiration.
The Hierarch Lord of the West-Hill Divine Palace ruled Haotian Taoism and had the power to depose the emperors of the secular world. He enjoyed the worship of the world's believers with his supreme authority. In terms of power alone, he was even more powerful than the emperor of the Tang Empire.
Few people had seen the true face of such a bigwig who stood at the peak of the world. The Hierarch Lord had never left Peach Mountain until he appeared in the Wilderness.
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(I'm very sleepy. I'll write two chapters today and make up for yesterday's two chapters tomorrow. Because I promised to write three chapters yesterday, I'll write four chapters the day after tomorrow on Sunday. I can't take a break, or else I won't be able to catch up. Please continue to support and urge me. I'll cast a monthly vote during the weekend. This is an entertainment activity. Thank you.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to cast a recommendation vote or a monthly vote. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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