Just by raising his hand, he was able to destroy the souls of thousands of fierce warriors. This was no ordinary means.
Even if it was the cultivator who was the best at manipulating the soul, before reaching the Yuanying Stage, without truly experiencing the mystery of the soul, it would be difficult for them to have such attainments. Not to mention that Xiang Liang destroyed the souls of the barbarians of Flaming Valley, whose primordial spirit and body were closely connected. Even the cultivator who was the best at capturing souls would find it difficult to pull their souls out of their bodies.
Xiang Liang could do it. He raised his right hand high, and a halo of light tamed the unruly barbarian warriors. Although the price was that they permanently lost part of their three souls and seven spirits, on the other hand, these unruly warriors would henceforth become the most loyal soldiers.
Or rather, the purest humanoid puppet.
Provoking the cultivator of Royal Soldier Sect, who was the commander-in-chief, was one of the stupidest acts in the world. As the commander-in-chief, the cultivator of Royal Soldier Sect could suppress his subordinates with incredible means. Seizing the soul and destroying the body could be described as a life and death power.
Although for many people, the difference between the commander-in-chief and his subordinates was only in the title. The reason why the superior was superior lay in power and the subtle relationship between people, not in the substantial power gap. However, Royal Soldier Sect could use this illusory title to form a substantial power and make a substantial suppression. The king of Flaming Valley handed over the military command of Flaming Valley to Xiang Liang, and from that moment on, Xiang Liang had the power to kill the barbarian warriors of Flaming Valley.
If the title was not legitimate, it would not be justified, but if it was legitimate, it would be omnipotent. This was the ability of the commander-in-chief of Royal Soldier Sect.
Was it inconceivable? It was indeed inconceivable, but just as it was difficult for the mortals to understand how the cultivators could fly on flying swords, it was difficult for the cultivators to understand the commander-in-chief ability of Royal Soldier Sect because of the difference in the stage.
The military research of Royal Soldier Sect had reached the point of perfection, which even the Ten Thousand Arts Sect was far behind. On the battlefield, there were many miracles. The strongest army of Royal Soldier Sect was a monument that stood on top of countless piles of bones after countless trials of blood and fire. The most powerful sect in the Nine Regions was Shengjing Sect. It implemented the Nine Regions strategy, exerting its fists and feet all over the continent, either openly bullying or secretly suppressing. For a period of time, it even acted without scruples. However, it never dared to openly provoke Royal Soldier Sect, because Shengjing Sect people were very clear that if the people from Royal Soldier Sect were to come down, no one would be able to get away with it.
In fact, before the rise of Royal Soldier Sect, many Nine Regions people had experienced the Age of Chaos and lost their civilization inheritance. They always thought that the war between cultivators didn't need to pay too much attention to strategy. The so-called strategy was only built on the basis of a group. If there were many people, there would be a need for strategy.
Between cultivators, the difference in individual strength was so great that it was enough to make up for any difference in numbers. Ten thousand Foundation Establishment cultivators would not be able to withstand a casual attack from a Nascent Soul cultivator. Even after setting up the formation for a long time, they still could not stop the formation that the other party had carefully designed. Similarly, different cultivators had different cultivation techniques and different magic treasures. If they forcefully gathered everything together, not to mention sincere cooperation, just the existence of each other could affect each other. For example, it was difficult for the Lightning Battle Body and the First Sky True Water to coexist.
With so many problems, coupled with the fact that the number of cultivators had always been small, the so-called art of war and battle formation were rarely paid attention to.
Then, the rise of Royal Soldier Sect shattered the common sense of cultivators. No one knew how these barbaric warriors, who had always been incompatible with the traditional concept of civilization, could become so powerful. People only knew that after the rise of Royal Soldier Sect, no one could compete with them in battle formation.
"Very good, the battle preparation is complete. Now, we can proceed to the next step."
After completing the integration of the army, Xiang Liang was neither happy nor sad. He just silently adjusted the tactical plan in his mind. The plan to divide the army into three was abolished, and a more detailed plan was quickly brewing.
In the original plan, there was no soul snatching step, because even for the lead disciple of Royal Soldier Sect, suppressing thousands of elites at once was still a big burden. In the next battle, his strength would at least be halved. However, on the other hand, to be able to command these thousands of people as if they were his own arm, Xiang Liang felt that this step was right.
Because with such a strong army, he could appear in an impossible place at an impossible time.
"The next step is Luojin Town."
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"It's really boring."
A Shengjing Sect cultivator dressed in luxurious clothing faced the fiery red sunset and stretched his body.
In the border town of Golden City, Luojin Town, tens of thousands of heavy troops had gathered. The originally prosperous and prosperous town had been transformed into a war fortress. The people walking in the town were no longer busy and substantial town residents, but were fully armed soldiers.
As the frontline town of Golden City and Flaming Valley, the war could come at any time. However, on the other hand, after a dangerous fight, no one thought that the war would come so soon.
The border between Golden City and Flaming Valley was a long line, and Luojin Town was just one of the points. Although it was close to a geographical junction, once it was breached, Flaming Valley could directly drive into the hinterland of Golden City. However, according to the judgment of the Feng Shui Master of Golden City, right now, the law of the Rocky Mountain was distorted. Endless rock beasts wreaked havoc in the mountain, making it difficult for anyone to pass through. And with the intelligence of that group of barbarian soldiers of Flaming Valley, even if there were thousands of them, they would only end up dead in the Rocky Mountain, so much so that there was no need for Golden City to send troops to resist.
In this way, the border town instead became the peaceful rear. Although there were heavy troops in the town, compared to the real front line, the atmosphere was undoubtedly much more relaxed.
If not, how could Shengjing Sect team have the chance to station here?
"Humph, Senior Brother Jianglu's unplanned sneak attack has caused us to be like street rats in Golden City. A dignified gold spirit being rushed to the front line to command, moreover, he has no real power and is completely a figurehead … This five spirits power struggle is simply inexplicable! "
After the cultivator stretched his waist, he immediately put on an indignant face. Looking at the celestial soldiers and generals in the town, his heart was filled with irritation. Beside him, his two Junior Brothers simply ignored him and sat cross-legged opposite to each other. Between them, a magical power congealed on the chessboard, fighting fiercely.
"Senior Brother Luo, complain less. Your state of mind is not stable, it's not good for your cultivation."
"Cultivation, cultivation, f * cking cultivation!" Luo Sihua cursed and then turned around to kick over his Junior Brothers' chessboard. "Idling around all day long! Is this how you cultivate!? "
After the chessboard was kicked over, the two Junior Brothers were not annoyed. With a wave of their hands, the original chessboard came into being again. However, the position of the chess pieces was somewhat different.
"Ah, Junior Brother Sun, you cheated!"
"Hahaha, how could I? Senior Brother, you remember wrong! "
Seeing that his two Junior Brothers were completely obsessed with the chessboard, Luo Sihua, who had expected better from them, stamped his foot, causing half of Golden Town to tremble.
Then, amidst the laughter of his two Junior Brothers, Luo Sihua soared into the sky and looked down at the ground.
There was no purpose, just a habit. As an elite inner court disciple of Shengjing Sect, it was a habit to constantly climb up.
People often said that Shengjing Sect was the number one sect in Nine Regions, and to be able to join the sect was a supreme glory. However, who knew the heavy pressure behind this glory?
Nine Regions was big and full of strange things, but like Qiong Hua, Xiang Liang, Zhou Mumu … how many of these talented people were there? How many millions of cultivators were there in Nine Regions? However, how many of them were blessed by heaven with heavenly spirit root?
Luo Sihua was not blessed by heaven. His cultivation qualification relied on massive resources and a bit of luck in exchange for ten complete spirit root. Compared to those cultivators with natural spirit root, he was already a notch inferior. Not to mention that ten complete spirit root itself was not the top spirit root...
After a hundred years of cultivation, he had just reached the peak Xudan Stage. If he wanted to go further, relying on his own efforts had little hope, and thus he needed the support of the sect. However, although Shengjing Sect was rich, they never squandered. They were generous to their disciples, but not indulgent. Unless they proved their own value, the sect would never make a meaningless investment.
Luo Sihua needed the sect's investment, therefore, he must prove his own value. In his view, joining Qiong Hua's team was a shortcut to prove his value. In his one hundred years of cultivation, his strength was not that strong, but his accumulated experience was not trivial. Compared to those talented Junior Brothers and Sisters, although his strength was not as good, his experience was enough to make up for it.
Because of this, he could have a certain position in Qiong Hua's team. For this hard-won opportunity, Luo Sihua cherished it very much. Therefore, he especially could not bear to see his fellow Junior Brothers idling around.
In his view, every minute and every second was so precious. The air was filled with the smell of opportunity. Even if he was sent to a useless place by Golden City, he still firmly believed that he could make a difference.
He would definitely succeed, he would never be so mediocre forever … In the path of cultivation, not everything was destined from the beginning. Self-improvement and perseverance would always be rewarded.
It was true that since ancient times, most of the people who ascended to heaven were geniuses, but could it be that mediocre people had no chance?
There were. Although they were rare, there were still people who rose to heaven with ordinary talent. Although they were rare, the hope had not been cut off.
And if the predecessors could do it, why couldn't he? As long as he seized every opportunity, there was always a glimmer of hope to defy the heaven and change his fate.
Although it was only a meager glimmer, like the setting sun that was about to sink into the night, but … as long as he could grasp it.
Luo Sihua slightly frowned and stretched out his hand toward the horizon, as if everything was under his control.
Then, he suddenly felt a pain in his palm, a piercing pain.
Was it because he thought too much that his heart's dao was unstable, which led to the backlash of his method?
In a flash, Luo Sihua's mind surged with countless conjectures. For him to reach where he was today with ordinary talent, taking risks was inevitable, and the side effects could come at any time.
However, he soon realized that his guess was wrong. The pain in his palm did not come from himself, but from an external force.
Under the external force, his palm had been divided into two halves. Bright red blood gushed out from the cross-section, and his bones and muscles could be clearly seen.
At the same time, his field of vision seemed to be cut off from the middle.
Before the darkness shrouded him, he seemed to see his own gray brain.
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"The enemy Chi Hou has been eliminated."
In the void, a cold voice could only be heard by the one who spoke.
Then, the same cold voice sounded.
"Full force assault."
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