"Reporting! General Zheng Lun requests reinforcements! "
"Reporting! General Wei Hu requests reinforcements! "
"Reporting …"
Most of the reports were from the generals asking for help, and only a small portion were reports of victory.
However, asking for help was not a defeat. It was just that the battle was in a stalemate and there were too many casualties. The generals were a little impatient.
The sun was setting, blood dyed the sky, and swords were broken.
Not only did the killing not stop, but the two armies had already begun to fight for every inch. On the continuous battlefront, there were battles everywhere, and soldiers retreated one after another.
Huang Feihu asked in a low voice, "Where does the rear army know?"
"A hundred thousand troops will arrive in an hour. The other troops will need another four hours!"
"The Prime Minister has yet to return. Attack the Shang camp as soon as possible!"
Huang Feihu gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist. At that moment, he really wanted to ride the Five-colored Divine Ox and charge out, but he could only hold it in.
Yang Jian was not around. He was the commander-in-chief. He could not charge and break through the enemy lines. Otherwise, he would fall into a desperate situation. No matter how powerful the Zhou army was, they would quickly be defeated.
The four tiger generals of the Huang family were already covered in blood. Several of King Wu's brothers had already died in battle. More than twenty Zhou generals had died there, and more than 200,000 armored soldiers had died!
Huang Feihu watched the battle in front of him. He watched the golden light of the Golden Crow falling into the western sky. He watched the world return to silence, but it was ignited by the shouts of killing.
Huang Feihu did not expect it. The generals of the Zhou army did not expect it, much less Xiao Lan.
This battle lasted from day to night, and then from night to dawn!
Countless soldiers had died. However, the Zhou Army had already pushed the battle line to the edge of the Shang Army camp through the mountain of corpses!
The endless reinforcements from the Zhou army made Xu Gai, the general of the Shang army, experience a night of despair.
The sky was about to brighten, and the mountains and plains were filled with the flags of the Zhou army. It was not just the middle army, but the left and right armies were also pushed up!
When the eastern sky turned white, the Zhou army rested for a while. Under Huang Feihu's order, hundreds of thousands of troops covered in blood were about to trample the Shang camp. The Shang army could only organize a weak defense, but the soldiers of the Shang army were not defeated this time.
In this battle, dying in battle was their final destination. If they escaped and died of old age in the future, how would they have the face to go to the netherworld to see their comrades who had died in battle today?
Wei Hu raised his demon-subduing pestle. "Attack the enemy camp!"
The general of the Shang army, Xu Gai, held his saber with both hands and roared, "Don't give in!"
The two armies responded loudly. The Zhou Army was about to charge, but subconsciously, everyone looked up at the sky at the same time.
A huge vortex appeared in the dark clouds above their heads. The two figures stood facing each other, staring at each other as they slowly descended.
Yang Jian!
Kong Xuan!
"Eldest Senior Brother!"
Wei Hu grinned and shouted, but just as his smile was about to bloom, it froze on his face.
Yang Jian's long hair fluttered in the wind. He held the three-pointed, double-edged spear in his left hand and pointed it forward. However, his aura was fluctuating.
Slowly, under the gazes of nearly a million soldiers from both sides at the foot of the mountain, Yang Jian landed in front of Wei Hu and the Zhou Army. He was only hundreds of feet away from the Shang camp.
Kong Xuan held his sword and landed in front of Xu Gai, looking down.
The night was filled with bloody winds and rain, but heroic spirits were still alive.
Yang Jian seemed to have ignored the results of the battle that he had worked so hard to obtain. He whispered, "Retreat."
Wei Hu was stunned for a moment before nodding.
However, a young general behind Wei Hu took a step forward anxiously and hurriedly shouted, "Prime Minister! We're about to attack! "His voice trembled, and tears welled up in his eyes.
"I said, retreat!"
Yang Jian suddenly shouted angrily, his voice echoing throughout the mountains.
The young general was stunned and hurriedly lowered his head and knelt down. Kong Xuan, who was on the camp, watched this scene calmly. He was no longer wearing armor. Instead, he was wearing a green immortal robe that fluttered in the wind.
Huang Feihu immediately ordered the Zhou Army to retreat. Hundreds of thousands of troops quickly retreated from the hillsides.
Yang Jian looked at Kong Xuan deeply and turned to walk behind the army.
Kong Xuan still did not move. His sword trembled slightly, and his gaze was still dim.
The Zhou Army retreated five kilometers and set up camp along the river. When Yang Jian walked back, the camp had already been set up. There were injured soldiers being bandaged everywhere. However, for the first time, the soldiers did not cheer when they saw Yang Jian return.
As he walked into the gate, Yang Jian suddenly stopped in his tracks. He straightened his back and lowered his head slightly. His expression was a little gloomy.
Xiao Lan, who was treating the injured soldiers, suddenly realized something. She turned around and looked at Yang Jian …
On Yang Jian's body, spiderweb-like cracks began to appear. The robe he was wearing was blown away by a mighty wind like ashes.
Clang!
Yang Jian grabbed the dragon spear tightly with his left hand and leaned on the ground. His body trembled slightly and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. His body pounced forward.
"Prime Minister!"
"Yang Jian!"
"Eldest Senior Brother!"
A few figures quickly pounced towards Yang Jian. Long Ji's Dharma powers were the highest, so she arrived the fastest. She barely caught Yang Jian.
The fairy on the cloud ignored the blood on the ground and sat down to hug Yang Jian. She remembered to inject immortal aura into Yang Jian's body, but she felt that Yang Jian's body was like a sieve that could not be contained at all …
"Brother! How are you, Brother!?! "
"Immortal pills, quickly give him immortal pills!" Xiao Lan shouted anxiously. Long Ji seemed to have woken up from a dream. She took out a pill from her chest pocket and fed it to Yang Jian.
The Ao Xuehan fell off on its own and turned into a snow-white ring on Yang Jian's left index finger. Yang Jian's body, which was covered in bruises and blood, was revealed. Xiao Lan was so frightened that she covered her mouth and nose and cried.
"I … did not lose …"
Yang Jian barely opened his eyes. Blood kept gushing out of his mouth. "If we don't send troops, the peacock … eats people …"
Yang Jian frowned and fainted in Long Ji's arms.
At that moment, Kong Xuan's laughter sounded from the sky.
"Yang Jian! Fight again after you recover! Hahahaha! "
On the camp on the mountainside, Kong Xuan raised his head and laughed, but his arms kept trembling.
His immortal robe, back, and chest appeared at the same time. Then, it appeared all over his body.
The peacock blood was dazzling red. He looked like a blood man.
"Lord!"
"Hahaha! Hahaha! My Dao is not lonely! My Dao is not lonely! "
Kong Xuan waved his hand. His figure swayed, but he staggered two steps back and fell to the ground.
A five-colored light surged out from his body and enveloped his entire body like a bird's egg.
Five kilometers away, in the Zhou camp, Yang Jian's body was wrapped in Xuanqi. He gradually sat up cross-legged and floated there. His aura gradually became stronger.
The generals of the Zhou Army heaved a sigh of relief. Huang Tianhua, who was seriously injured, fainted after being stimulated.
In the depths of the clouds, a Daoist stood quietly, his gaze locked onto Yang Jian.
After confirming that Yang Jian was really fine, the overdrawn profound body also began to gradually produce new strength. The Daoist finally heaved a sigh of relief and hid his figure.
Behind the Zhou Army, a few figures seemed to be sitting and discussing the Dao beside a pool in a pleasant forest. Mysterious Dao runes lingered above the pool, benefiting the living beings there.
A Daoist asked, "Sect Master, aren't you here to subdue the peacock? Why didn't you attack? Sect Master, please enlighten me. "
The middle-aged Daoist sitting on the nine-grade lotus platform chuckled. "If I attack now, I will be blamed for taking advantage of others. I can't make Chanism owe the Western Sect a favor."
The Daoist gently stroked the treasure tree beside him. "I can capture that Kong Xuan easily. Don't worry."
Another Daoist sighed. "If we can convert Yang Jian into our sect, the prosperity of our sect will be advanced by a thousand years."
"I can't force it. I can't convert him." The Daoist on the lotus platform shook his head gently. "Those three senior brothers seem to have been driven away by the Great Tribulation, but they actually have other plans. Their hearts are very clear. Yang Jian is one of the two disciples that I have high hopes for. I can't touch him. However, I can convert the other disciples according to fate. "
The Daoists nodded slightly and smiled.
After chatting for a while, they discussed the Dao. That was also a rather profound cultivation method.
…
On Golden Ao Island, in the Immortal Pavilion beside the Green Touring Palace, a few personal disciples sat around.
A pot of immortal wine was filled, but it was not touched.
Daoist Duobao stretched his back. "The show is over. Go back and cultivate. What are you waiting for?"
"Eldest Senior Brother!" The Goddess of Golden Spirit glared at Daoist Duobao. The latter shrank his neck and sat down obediently.
The Goddess of Golden Spirit said, "We have to discuss a countermeasure. Yang Jian is extremely brave. He clearly wants to protect Chanism and destroy Jie School. This child is already a great enemy!"
The Goddess of Turtle Spirit said softly, "Junior Brother Yuding's cultivation level is unfathomable. It's equivalent to having two troublesome enemies."
"In my opinion," the Goddess of Wudang said, "Yang Jian is only protecting Chanism. He doesn't want to fight to the death with Jie School. He has said more than once that the Dao Sect is a family, but the Great Tribulation has descended. "
The Goddess of Golden Spirit frowned and said, "Then what should we do? Go and plead with Yang Jian and let him kill some disciples of Jie School to deal with the God roll? Hmph! If that's the case, I might as well kill a few of the twelve Golden Immortals and enter the God roll together! "
"Junior Sister, don't be anxious." Daoist Duobao hurriedly persuaded. "Junior Sister Three Xiao Immortals and Junior Brother Gongming have entered the God roll. Master has been worried for a long time. Let's not cause trouble! The most troublesome person over there is not Yang Jian. It's the two Uncle-Masters! "
The Goddess of Golden Spirit lowered her head and said obediently, "What's so great about Uncle-Masters …"
"Hey, hey!" Daoist Duobao hurriedly said, "You're the one who said that. It has nothing to do with me! Uncle-Master, please forgive me. Uncle-Master, please forgive me! "
The Goddess of Wudang covered her mouth and chuckled. "Eldest Senior Brother, don't play tricks. Our Jie School is in danger. As personal disciples, we should do something."
Daoist Duobao smacked his lips and slumped on his seat. "Let's not talk about that first. Which junior sister instigated my disciple to sneak down the mountain a few days ago?"
The Goddess of Golden Spirit immediately looked elsewhere.
Duobao shook his head when he saw that. He supported his forehead with one hand and sighed. "What a pity. My poor disciple. However, it's not a bad thing for her to enter the God roll. She has a congenital deficiency to begin with. It's difficult for her cultivation level to improve."
"Eldest Senior Brother, you!" The Goddess of Golden Spirit looked resentful. She stood up angrily and disappeared in a flash.
However, he was angry that Daoist Duobao was so "afraid" that his personal disciple did not save him.
The Goddess of Wudang and the Goddess of Turtle Spirit looked at each other and could only sigh softly. They bowed to Daoist Duobao and left, disappearing from the Immortal Pavilion.
"How can I bear to let Little Fire go? I was still fooled by you." Daoist Duobao picked up his wine cup and raised his head to take a sip. He stood up with his hands behind his back and looked a little disappointed. A bitter smile appeared on his lips.
"Master, why do I have so many junior sisters but only Junior Brother Gongming …"
A ray of jade light flashed and slapped the back of his head. Daoist Duobao immediately gasped in pain and covered the back of his head.
Not long after, a Saint's declaration left the Green Touring Palace and was posted on the clouds of Golden Ao Island.
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