Wei Village
"Whoosh, whoosh!" The wind blew past, the sky was dark and gloomy. Dark clouds covered the sky as snowflakes drifted down with the wind. At the entrance of the village, the soldiers and the villagers stood guard together. The torches swayed in the wind, but still lit up the surroundings. The soldiers stood straight, their faces cold and stern, their hands on the hilts of their swords as they looked around vigilantly.
In front of the Wei Mansion, there were even more soldiers, their bows gleaming with cold light.
In front of the main hall, Madam Wei was wearing a thick coat, her face red from the cold. She looked inside from time to time, her eyes filled with worry. She did not dare to enter, nor could she.
"What's going on inside?" Madam Wei was sobbing. A housekeeper spoke, "Madam, it's cold outside. It's not good for you to wait outside. Master's health is not good, and you have to take care of the young master. What if you fall sick from the cold?"
As he spoke, he persuaded her to enter the house. At this point, it was snowing outside, and the air was chilly. The stove in the living room was burning brightly, and the flames were burning brightly. The people inside were sweating profusely.
"Continue to send out your spiritual energy. Quick, adjust your breathing." The Daoist in the middle urged anxiously. He did not hesitate at all as he made a series of hand signs.
Inside the main hall, twenty-four Daoists raised their peach wood swords and held their tokens. Their feet stepped on the eye of the array, and their spiritual energy gradually disappeared into the darkness.
Suddenly, the array that was operating smoothly trembled and became sluggish. The Daoists were already exhausted, and now they were drenched in sweat.
"We must maintain the array. If not, when the True Sovereign returns, we will all be punished."
The leader of the Daoists shouted as he felt the changes. The rest of the Daoists were sweating profusely. They could hear the sounds of battle, and could see the Emperor's Sword and the token.
"Yes." The Daoists looked at each other and replied loudly. They were barely holding on, and felt their spiritual energy being drained. A thirty year old Daoist gritted his teeth and hung his head low. His eyes were filled with hatred.
"Senior Brother is dead, Uncle-Master is dead. Is it my turn now?"
"If we don't die today, we will die on the battlefield in the future. Us Daoists are meant to be scouts. Since when did we have to fight so intensively?"
"Even bearing such a loss?"
Thinking this way, the hatred he had for the past and the fear he felt for the future welled up within him. The Daoist official looked around and realized that everyone around him was completely focused on him. Nobody was paying attention to anyone else. His expression changed, "Based on the current situation, Pei Zi Yun must be in danger down there. If I mess up the spell, does that mean he won't be able to return?"
He thought about how the Department of Records was under Pei Zi Yun's command, and how they had suffered heavy casualties. He knew that he would probably die in battle soon. He could not hold back the hatred in his heart, and he shifted his feet, taking half a step to the side.
Magic power was constantly being injected into the formation. Suddenly, there was an inconspicuous pause. The magic power that was being injected was declining bit by bit.
Ten Thousand Demons Formation
The light in the surroundings suddenly dimmed, followed by a stretch of starlight. The strange thing was that there was a mist that flowed up and down, carrying with it a faint demonic aura. Although this demonic aura seemed grayish black to outsiders, it was pure in nature and contained profound mysteries. As time passed, it continuously spread out.
The starlight changed, becoming either green or purple, gradually gathering to form a space. It was as if heaven and earth were being reopened. In just a moment, it was going to evolve.
At this point, the starlight mist changed, and a black dragon flew past.
Within this dragon aura, there was the demonic race fighting and reproducing. There was also the human race, growing, reproducing and living. Farmers, soldiers, officials, generals and kings all appeared one by one. Everything within the dragon aura seemed to be explaining, blending together and fighting with each other.
Following which, all the transformations condensed into a city. There were merchants, soldiers, officials and ministers. With a loud "boom", the mist dissipated, revealing the scene before their eyes.
"Kill!" The demonic race was attacking the city, and the humans were fighting back. Hearing an order, a continuous stream of arrows rained down from the skies above the city.
The demonic race was wearing thick armor, and was continuously ramming against the city gates. Cracks had already formed on the gates, and when the arrows landed, they were blocked by the heavy armor. The losses were not great.
"Go, go!" Pei Zi Yun led the cavalry forward. There was a general on the left, and thousands of elite cavalrymen. When they reached the city, they waved their hands, "Stop!"
Pei Zi Yun was dressed in heavy armor, and his face was full of vigilance as he looked at the city. He didn't know why, but he felt a sense of uneasiness.
It was as if a memory was about to surface, and yet there was a Dao Rhythm that washed it away. There was a struggle, and a look of hesitation on his face.
"Go!" Five to six cavalrymen galloped over, all of them looking valiant. The one in the middle was dressed in heavy armor, and it was obvious that his status was not low. When he saw the approaching cavalrymen, he gave a cold snort and galloped over!
When they reached the front, the man in the middle stopped in front of Pei Zi Yun and shouted, "Pei Zi Yun, Li Zhen, as a general, why are you so late? Why aren't you entering the city to beg for forgiveness?"
The cavalryman shouted. For some reason, he felt a surge of anger in his heart. Li Zhen then revealed a look of confusion and hesitation, "I, I, I don't …"
Li Zhen struggled. All of a sudden, the stars in the sky shone brightly. One of the stars shone down on Li Zhen's body, and penetrated him.
"I don't dare." Li Zhen replied. There was a deep sense of order in him, as if warning him, "Soldiers have to obey orders. If not, they shall be punished according to military law."
"General Pei, what about you?" Seeing that the general in front of him had surrendered, he turned to look at Pei Zi Yun. His eyes gleamed as he stared at him.
The entire starry sky seemed to tremble, as if someone was intoxicated by it. The Dao Rhythm was urging him, "You are a soldier, and you are a subject. Why aren't you answering?"
Pei Zi Yun frowned. He had a feeling that if he answered, he would become a subject, and would be restricted. Once this restriction appeared, he would be in grave danger.
However, another voice spoke out, "You are a subject. This restriction is the duty of a subject. It is only right and proper."
Pei Zi Yun frowned, as he tried to recall. He then mumbled, "Yong Chang Nation, why does it feel so familiar, yet so foreign?"
"What? You can't even confuse me? " The general looked at Pei Zi Yun, his eyes gleaming. He then shouted, "How dare you, Pei Zi Yun. Have you forgotten that you had a blood feud all those years ago? It was His Majesty who saved you and gave you an identity. Yong Chang Nation is where you grew up. How could you forget? Wake up!"
As he shouted, the starlight grew even brighter, enveloping Pei Zi Yun within it. At this point, a "ding" sound could be heard, as the Plum Blossom shook. The fog dissipated, and everything became clear.
The general who had appeared before him was not a general. He was a demon with a bear's head and a human's body. His entire body was enveloped in starlight, as well as King Lu's Imperial Qi.
On the city walls, although there were humans, there were demons as well. All of them had ferocious looks on their faces.
As for the demon army below, although they were putting on a show of attacking the city, they were all staring at Pei Zi Yun.
Feeling the pressure, Pei Zi Yun's memories started to return. The nebula, the demon race, the spirits, the Immortal Dao Dragon Veins, the battle, and the last moment, he was swallowed by the nebula.
Pei Zi Yun looked at the general in front of him and smiled. When the general saw Pei Zi Yun's smile, his expression changed, as he felt uneasy.
"It's time to wake up." Pei Zi Yun said plainly. The general was shocked, as he knew that something was wrong. Just as he was about to react, Pei Zi Yun laughed and shouted, "Emperor's Sword!"
With a "pu" sound, starlight filled the air, and fog filled the air. It was hard to tell what was real and what was fake. All of a sudden, a golden sword with dragon inscriptions appeared in Pei Zi Yun's hands.
"Kill!" The demon general and the soldiers reacted quickly. The general took out his spear and pierced forward. The four riders behind him surrounded him from the left and right, blocking off any possible escape routes. They then pierced forward and pierced through.
In the next moment, Pei Zi Yun disappeared.
"... What? An afterimage? Be careful! "
The hearts of the five demons trembled. Before they could react, they heard a "pu" sound. The sword flashed, and a dazzling crescent moon sliced through the air effortlessly. The four riders and four demons were split into two halves. Only the general in the middle dodged to the side and raised his spear. His eyes were bloodshot as he charged forward. At the same time, he shouted out to the rest of the demon army, "The enemy has not fallen for our trap.
Hurry up and come! "Pei Zi Yun moved, dodging the spear and appearing on the left side. His long sword transformed into a dragon spear and pierced through the armor. A" pu "sound could be heard as the spear pierced through. The general spat out a mouthful of blood as he flew backwards and slammed into the ground, leaving a trail of blood behind him.
"A mere firefly dares to compete with the bright moon."
"Also, don't play dead." Pei Zi Yun flashed again, transforming his spear into a long sword. With a single slash, the general was split into two halves. His demonic aura exploded, and his demonic soul emerged. His face was filled with fear and unwillingness. Just like before, his demonic soul disappeared into thin air.
After killing the demon, a "boom" sound could be heard as the entire city shook. At this point, Pei Zi Yun laughed out loud. His voice traveled far and wide. The soldiers following Pei Zi Yun shuddered, as though they had drunk some hangover soup. Their eyes became clear again.
Pei Zi Yun pointed, "Look, this city is the enemy's main camp. If we were to be tricked and enter, we would be surrounded."
The Heroic Spirit Army's faces darkened as they followed Pei Zi Yun's finger. Their gazes shifted to the city, and they could clearly see what was going on.
Li Zhen's eyes lit up as he came to his senses. When he saw the demon generals and soldiers, he was enraged. His face turned red, "Damn it, these demons actually dared to trick me. They deserve to die."
As he spoke, he waved his blade and slashed at the ground, creating a deep scar.
"Kill!"
The demons on the city walls, as well as the demon soldiers who were attacking the city, knew that their plan had failed. With a loud roar, the demon generals and soldiers rushed out.
"Dong!" The city gates had long been cracked open. At this point, the demon soldiers within the city did not even waste time opening the gates. They slammed into the city gates, causing them to explode. Debris flew everywhere as the gates collapsed.
"Roar!" The demon generals rushed out, and rows of demon soldiers automatically formed up and charged towards the city walls. With his spiritual sense, he could feel them approaching at high speed. They covered the entire sky as they charged towards the city walls. In the blink of an eye, they were right in front of him.
"Hmph!" Pei Zi Yun was filled with killing intent. He raised his right hand and used his fingers as a sword. The Emperor's Sword appeared once again, illuminating the sky. If it was his own strength, he might have considered it. However, he was using the Dao Officials and the Imperial Court's strength. He had no qualms about doing so. He shouted, "Good! Take this, the Emperor's Sword! "
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