Inside Lone Mountain City, the battle was like fire and tea.
Fire Spirit Tribe members were constantly being killed. Although the Fire Spirit Tribe members that had been sealed for countless years were huge in number, they had lost their minds and were in a mess. No matter how many of them there were, they were like a sheet of loose sand.
On the other hand, although the Myriad Demon Ridge had been ambushed in a hurry and Lone Mountain City hadn't been in a war for many years, the Myriad Demon Ridge cultivators' combat skills were still there. The difference between the two sides was obvious.
Although the Myriad Demon Ridge had suffered many casualties, how could there be no casualties in a war? As long as the front line remained stable, Lone Mountain City would not be lost, and the number of casualties would be within an acceptable range.
Such a great war might not be a bad thing for Lone Mountain City.
At the very least, it could serve as a training ground for the cultivators who still had beautiful fantasies about the battlefield to see the cruelty of war. If the Grand Heaven Alliance attacked again, they would definitely be able to do better.
After the initial chaos, the Myriad Demon Ridge cultivators stabilized their mentality. The strong would protect the weak, and the weak would try their best to fight the enemy. High up in the sky, Wan Zhang had just joined forces with Tan Yao and the others to fight the Fire Spirit Tribe's Divine Sea Realm cultivators.
In the shadows of a section of the city wall, a figure was lying in wait. Although she knew that there was a trap set by the Myriad Demon Ridge, how could a bold person leave so easily?
She was still waiting for an opportunity …
But as she waited, she discovered something strange.
What happened was that, in a battle 30 wen away from her, a First-Order True Lake Realm cultivator wearing a mask was surrounded by a group of Fire Spirit Race cultivators. The leader of the Fire Spirit Race even revealed the aura of a Ninth-Order True Lake Realm cultivator.
Although that person was desperately defending against the enemy, the situation was precarious. It wouldn't be long before he lost his life on the spot.
[This kid … Why is he here?]
Even though Thought Moon Immortal was a Divine Sea Realm cultivator, she looked as if she had seen a ghost and her emotions were in chaos.
The moment Ying Wu Ji saw Lu Ye, he determined Lu Ye's identity. In the end, if Lu Ye had not shown him the Myriad Demon Ridge battlefield mark, Ying Wu Ji would have believed it was him.
'This face mask will only make it more conspicuous!'
If Ying Wu Ji could recognize Lu Ye, how could she, who was a Divine Sea Realm cultivator, be wrong?
What's more, by relying on spiritual will, the Missing Moon Immortal could clearly understand.
Earth Sense Omniscient, that hot aura and spiritual energy fluctuation, plus that pitch-black long blade … Isn't this Lu Ye?
Who could it be?
But she couldn't figure out why Lu Ye was in Lonely Mountain City.
Did he run in with his tongue in his mouth? Not to mention that Lu Ye didn't have the ability to break into such a chaotic scene.
Even if they had the ability, the people of the Myriad Demon Ridge were not blind. It was impossible for them not to verify their identities.
As for sneaking in, that was even more impossible. If it was so easy to sneak in, the defensive line of the Myriad Devil Ridge would have been riddled with holes.
Especially because of what she had done over the years, the defense of the Lonely Mountain Pass was getting better day by day. She was able to sneak in safely and even hide in the shadows, waiting to strike. That was because she was very capable. She could do it, but it did not mean that other ghost cultivators could do it.
Moreover, as far as she knew, Lu Ye was a weapon cultivator.
So, she never thought that she would see Lu Ye in Lonely Mountain City. Moreover, this kid was fighting openly with the Fire Spirit Race here, putting her in a tight spot.
He couldn't deal with a Fire Spirit Race Ninth Order True Lake Realm cultivator alone, let alone the other Fire Spirit Race cultivators surrounding him.
[This kid is going to die!]
In an instant, Thought Moon Immortal made this judgment in her heart.
She had guarded Blue Flame Mountain alone for decades and had long cut off all contact with the outside world. In this world, there was only one person who could contact her.
If it were someone else, Thought Moon Immortal wouldn't care about their life or death.
But for her to watch Lu Ye die here … In the encirclement of the Fire Spirit Race cultivators, Lu Ye spat out blood again. The palm of his right hand holding the blade was torn.
The difference in cultivation was too great. He was indeed no match for them. If it were an ordinary First Order True Lake Realm cultivator, he would have died many times over. He could only survive until now with his powerful foundation, but he was already an arrow at the end of its flight.
He sighed in his heart. In the end … he still couldn't protect that treasure.
As for how to hide his identity after using it, there was no need to think about it. Once he used it, he would definitely attract the attention of everyone. He had to escape from here as soon as possible.
Just as he was about to use the treasure, a sharp blade suddenly shot out from the darkness. Feather 3 flashed, circled around Lu Ye's position, and then disappeared. The attacker's exquisite control over his own strength was evident.
But at the same time that the blade disappeared, the Fire Spirit Race cultivators surrounding Lu Ye all froze in place.
Even the Fire Spirit Race Ninth Order True Lake Realm cultivator wasn't spared.
While Lu Shishi was in a daze, the Fire Spirit Race cultivator was cut in half at the waist. From the wound, magma-like blood gushed out and burned in all directions.
[Who is it!?]
Lu Ye was slightly shocked.
He didn't notice any signs of anyone attacking just now. The closest Myriad Demons Ridge cultivator to him was a few dozen meters away, but this situation clearly showed that someone had secretly helped him.
Looking at that blade … it seemed to be a flying sword?
To be able to kill so many Fire Spirit Race cultivators in one blow, and even a True Lake Realm Ninth Order True Lake Realm cultivator was so weak, there was no doubt that the attacker was a Divine Sea Realm cultivator!
That Fire Spirit Race Divine Sea Realm cultivator who was trembling in mid-air with Tan Yaoniang couldn't possibly save him.
Was there a Divine Sea Realm cultivator hiding in Myriad Demons Ridge …?
Why was he hiding? What was he trying to do?
Almost as soon as this thought appeared in Lu Ye's mind, two powerful auras suddenly rose from within Lonely Mountain City.
Like a sleeping dragon waking up, a tyrannical pressure spread in all directions.
Immediately after, a fierce battle broke out a few hundred meters away. Spiritual energy surged in all directions, and the seemingly sturdy houses collapsed in an instant. During this time, there was the faint sound of swords ringing out.
In the sky, Yuan Zhang, who was fighting the Divine Ocean Realm Fire Spirit Race together with Tan Yaoniang, sensed something. He looked down and saw three figures entangled with each other somewhere below. One of them was very charming and beautiful. Her face was as cold as ice, and the mole under the corner of her eye added a hint of cold charm.
He would recognize this figure even if she turned into ashes! "Missing Moon Immortal!" Fire Spirit Race roared, "Since you're here, don't leave!"
Just as he'd expected, this woman was hiding in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to attack him.
When he'd learned that a large number of Fire Spirits had surged out of the volcano on Mount Ash and were about to break through, he'd sent a message to the two nearby mountains and invited two helpers. It was to guard against the Missing Moon Immortal, and at the same time, to set up a trap.
He'd pretended to be weak just now, and failed to incite the other party's killing intent. He had no choice but to continue attacking and cooperate with Tan Yaoniang.
However, the Missing Moon Immortal hadn't shown herself, and there was nothing he could do.
Fortunately, he'd kept his composure and had the two helpers hide in the dark to search for the Missing Moon Immortal's whereabouts.
Now, they'd discovered something.
However, he didn't know that if he hadn't seen Lu Ye in danger and helped him, the Missing Moon Immortal would never have been exposed. After she attacked, she quickly changed her position, but her opponent still managed to track her.
This was because the two Divine Sea Realm cultivators that Fire Spirit Race had invited were both Ghost Cultivators!
Only Ghost Cultivators were most familiar with the ways of Ghost Cultivators. Using them against the Missing Moon Immortal was the best choice.
"I'll leave it to you!" After Fire Spirit Race said this to Tan Yaoniang, he leaned over and rushed down.
Although the Divine Sea Realm cultivator from the Fire Spirit Race was not weak, he had been seriously injured by the joint attack of Fire Spirit Race and Tan Yaoniang. At this moment, Tan Yaoniang alone could deal with him, but it would take some time.
On the battlefield below, the Missing Moon Immortal's whereabouts had already been revealed. Her figure was as light as a butterfly. Although she was fighting against two, she was not at a disadvantage. She was even fighting against the two Ghost Cultivators.
Ghost Cultivators were good at hiding and attacking. Fighting the enemy head-on was not their strength. Under such a head-on confrontation, the Ghost Cultivators' abilities would be weakened by at least 10% to 20%.
However, the Missing Moon Immortal was not just a Ghost Cultivator. She was also a Sword Cultivator!
This was the reason why she was so confident that she could suppress one person for several decades.
She could hide and attack, and she could also fight the enemy head-on. In the entire Nine Provinces, only the Missing Moon Immortal could cultivate two Sword Cultivators to such a level.
The sword light around her was dazzling, and the sword energy was like a forest, cutting through the void.
If it were any other time, she would definitely teach these two Myriad Demons Ridge Ghost Cultivators how to behave. However, at this time and place, she could not stay for long.
When she noticed that Wan Zhanggang had already attacked, she had already flown out with her sword and turned into a sword light to escape into the distance.
"Wishful thinking! “
Wan Zhanggang roared.
Such a good opportunity like today might not be encountered once in decades. He was not afraid of a thief stealing, but he was afraid of a thief thinking about it.
Being attacked by a Ghost Cultivator and Sword Cultivator like Missing Moon Immortal!
Grand Cultivator Earth had been watching over him for decades. One could imagine how much pressure Wan Zhanggang was under.
Therefore, no matter what, he must get rid of this woman today!
The qi and blood all over his body burned crazily. Like a meteorite falling from the sky, he smashed into the escape route of Missing Moon Immortal.
The dense sword light shattered with a bang, revealing the figure of Missing Moon Immortal wrapped in it. When a muffled groan sounded, another sword light slashed out like a waterfall.
The figure falling from the sky was cut out, and blood splattered in mid-air.
In the blink of an eye, Wan Zhanggang stabilized his body again. There was a deep sword wound on his chest that was dripping with blood.
In that instant of exchange, whether it was him or Missing Moon Immortal, both of them had walked through the gates of hell. It could be seen how dangerous it was.
However, he did not care at all. His body was wrapped in a ball of bloody light as he chased forward. He shouted angrily, "Missing Moon Immortal, you must die today. I said so!"
Behind him, two phantom-like figures drifted and flickered indeterminately as they followed closely behind him.
The three Divine Sea Realm cultivators of the Myriad Demons Ridge had joined forces to chase after him!
This unforeseen event stunned all the cultivators of the Myriad Demons Ridge. Outside the battlefield of Missing Moon Immortal and the two Ghost Cultivators, Ying Wuji leaned against a wall with a pale face, shivering like a crane without a nest in the cold winter.
Fortunately, he was lucky. If the three Divine Sea Realm cultivators were a little closer to him, he would have been killed by the aftershocks!
"Brother Shen!"
"Mmm!"
Shen Zhangqing walked on the road. When he met people he knew, he would greet them or nod to them.
But no matter who it was.
No one had any extra expression on their faces. It was as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Zhangqing was already used to it.
Because this was the Demon Suppression Department, an organization that maintained the stability of the Great Qin Empire. Their main duty was to kill demons and monsters. Of course, they also had some other side jobs.
It could be said that.
In the Demon Suppression Department, everyone's hands were stained with a lot of blood.
When a person was used to life and death, they would become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Zhangqing was not used to it. But as time passed, he got used to it.
The Demon Suppression Department was very big.
Those who could stay in the Demon Suppression Department were all powerful experts or people who had the potential to become experts.
Shen Zhangqing belonged to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppression Department was divided into two occupations. One was the Guardian, the other was the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who entered the Demon Suppression Department would start from the lowest level, the Demon Slayer.
Then, they would advance step by step and finally have the chance to become a Guardian.
Shen Zhangqing's previous life was an Apprentice Demon Slayer in the Demon Suppression Department. He was also the lowest level Demon Slayer.
He had the memories of his previous life.
He was also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Department.
It did not take long for Shen Zhangqing to stop in front of a pavilion.
Different from the other places in the Demon Suppression Department that were filled with killing intent, this pavilion was like a crane in a flock of chickens. In the Demon Suppression Department that was filled with blood, it presented a different kind of tranquility.
At this time, the pavilion's door was open. Occasionally, people would enter and leave.
Shen Zhangqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Entering the pavilion.
The environment suddenly changed.
A burst of ink mixed with a faint smell of blood assaulted his senses. His brows instinctively furrowed, but they quickly smoothed out.
The smell of blood on everyone in the Demon Suppression Department was almost impossible to wash clean.
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