Under the rapid march of the Demons, the western region of Mang Province fell in just a day.
For this reason, the Demon Race rested for an hour.
A grey-haired old man appeared in the Castellan Mansion of the Citadel.
The old man had the appearance of a human, but the various hideous Demons respected the old man and treated him as their leader. It was quite strange.
If there were outsiders here, they would recognize this old man as Elder Lianyang of the Dao Sect's Huan Ling.
Of course, he was Elder Lianyang in name, but his true identity was the "soul" of the Heart Demons.
Elder Lianyang looked at a scaly armored Demons commander and asked calmly, "How are the losses?"
The Demons commander's mouth twitched, revealing a smile that was difficult to tell whether he was happy or sad. "The human cultivators do not fear death, and there are even those who seek death. We only know that our losses are about seventy percent of the human cultivators."
In other words, seven Sixth Rank Demons could exchange for ten Sixth Rank Demons on the human side.
"Seventy percent …" Elder Lianyang frowned, his expression grave. He sighed heavily. "This loss is rather large. The human cultivators' will to resist is indeed stronger than I expected."
Their losses were only seventy percent of the human cultivators'.
Logically speaking, this should be a commendable battle record.
But the prerequisite was that the two sides were similar in strength.
In reality, the difference in strength between the two sides was completely one-sided.
In front of such a large difference in strength, the weaker side would often abandon their armor and not have the heart to resist. The normal loss ratio should be about twenty percent.
Elder Lianyang shook his head. He suddenly realized that even though he had stayed in the Human Realm for thousands of years as a human, he had never truly understood these weak humans.
Because he had placed most of his attention on the high level human cultivators, he had never looked at these low level cultivators.
Thus, these low level cultivators had shown him something unexpected.
However, Elder Liao Yang raised his head and looked around at the empty prefectural city. He only muttered to himself very calmly, "But, so what?"
Not to mention a 70% loss ratio, even if they lost 100% and the humans lost 70%, he still wouldn't care.
This was because just in terms of basic military strength, the number of devil cultivators in the Devil Race was more than twenty times the number of human cultivators in the western region of the Central Spirit Region.
Be it in terms of quantity or quality, it was an overwhelming victory.
More importantly, human cultivators were simply unafraid of death.
As Demons and Devil Cultivators, they didn't value their lives at all.
In the eyes of the Demons' Lord and Demon Venerables, it didn't matter to them how many demonic cultivators below the Eighth Stage died.
The human heart was made of flesh.
The Devil Heart was black.
They had no qualms about sending low-grade devil cultivators to their deaths, using their lives to take down human cities one after another, and break through the great formations of sects one after another.
Moreover, Elder Lianyang also knew that the high level cultivators of the Human Race were absolutely not idiots.
There was no longer any hope for this continent.
The Daoist-Devil War had yet to officially begin.
In such a place where the Human Race didn't have an advantage, and Longcheng Pass had already fallen, would they give up their lives and fight with them?
It was extremely difficult for any cultivator to make such a choice.
It was even more so for sects and clans.
No force would bet all their assets on such a place where there was not much light when the Daoist-Devil War was about to begin.
Not to mention the high level cultivators of sects who had lived for thousands of years, even the slightly more experienced gamblers among mortals wouldn't bet all their chips at the beginning of the gamble.
In this place, even if you won temporarily, as long as you couldn't take back Longcheng Pass, everything would be in vain.
Their army of Demons would only continue to pour into the Central Spirit Region.
Therefore, the human regions tacitly chose to temporarily give up the Central Spirit Region.
In the Daoist-Devil War, in addition to the game between the Human Race and the Demons, there was also a game between the Human Race and the Demons.
Everyone was in the game.
The Human Race cultivators vowed to defend the region to the death, but at the same time, they also had their own selfish motives.
They didn't want their sects and clans to become sacrifices in defending the region.
Compared to the Human Race's sects and clans, who had different thoughts, the Demons did have their own advantages in this regard.
That was the strict hierarchy among the Demons.
Therefore, the Demon Sovereigns could completely disregard the lives and thoughts of their subordinates, and send them to their deaths without restraint.
"It's just a futile struggle of some low-level cultivators," Elder Lianyang sneered. "Continue to attack. Within two days, we must take down Mang Province."
"Yes," the Demons commander loudly replied.
Thus, the Demons' army began to move. Like a wave, they rolled towards the east, the waves surging violently.
No one could stop such a terrifying flood of Demons, not even a cultivator of the Ninth Realm.
.....
The Sword Sect's Inter-region Transportation Formation was built by the Yan Clan, a formation clan with a thousand years of inheritance.
No sect would build a Teleportation Array in their own sect.
Because if that was the case, some hostile forces with ill intentions could attack the station of the Teleportation Formation first and quickly take over the station. Then, they could use the Teleportation Formation to bypass the sect's Mountain Protecting Grand Array and directly enter the sect.
The Sword Sect's Inter-region Transportation Formation was located in Qiu Yan City, which was under the Yan Clan's jurisdiction.
On this day.
Lu Qingshan led the several hundred sword cultivators of the Sword Sect and left the Sword Sect without looking back, heading towards Qiu Yan City.
In the Sword Sect, only his two little disciples who were less than five years old were left.
Although the Sword Sect still had a formation in operation, the formation was dead in the end.
Would a Sword Sect that didn't have any sword cultivators guarding it be able to rely solely on the grand formation to stop those with ill intentions?
Due to the Sword Sect's ten thousand years of might, no one would dare to plot against the Sword Sect's blessed land for a while.
However, who would not be tempted by the Sword Sect's ten thousand years of inheritance?
It was true that the cultivators of the world did not dare to plot against the Sword Sect's blessed land for the time being, but it was unavoidable that some cultivators would take advantage of the situation and sneak into the Sword Sect's blessed land to steal some of the inheritance.
However, the sword cultivators of the Sword Sect had long since stopped caring about these things.
At least, they did not care at this moment.
As for whether they would seek revenge in the future.
They would definitely do so.
.....
On the northern plateau of the Central Spirit Region, in a mountain range that towered into the clouds.
The commander of the Heavenly Azure Guards of the Da Xia Kingdom, Yang Tianqing, led the cultivators of the Da Xia Kingdom in several battles against the invading enemies of the Spirit Huan Sect.
In the Central Spirit Region, the Da Xia Kingdom had set up the most Inter-region Transportation Formations. There was one in every prefecture's capital.
However, almost at the same time, these Inter-region Transportation Formations were all destroyed by the meticulously prepared attacks of the Spirit Huan Sect's Demons.
However, the great Da Xia Kingdom obviously could not place all of its cards on the table.
Therefore, in addition to the formation in the prefecture's capital, the Da Xia Kingdom also set up another large-scale Inter-region Transportation Formation in the dark. It was guarded by the Heavenly Azure Guards in case they needed to prepare for war.
However, at this moment, the last Inter-region Transportation Formation in the Da Xia Kingdom was also under continuous attacks from the Spirit Huan Sect's cultivators.
The Heavenly Azure Guards were battle-hardened soldiers. In the face of the attacks from the Spirit Huan Sect's Devil Cultivators, they were exceptionally powerful. Using the defensive formation, they repelled wave after wave of Demons and tenaciously defended the Transportation Formation.
This continued until a middle-aged man wearing a robe embroidered with an azure dragon slowly ascended the mountain range.
At this moment, the Devil Cultivators sent by the Spirit Huan Sect were about to be annihilated by the Heavenly Azure Guards.
However, this middle-aged man did not seem to see these scenes. He did not seem to be in the middle of a fierce battlefield. Instead, he seemed to be taking a stroll in the park.
He walked towards the Da Xia Kingdom's formation unhurriedly, but his steps were firm and powerful.
Countless attacks abruptly fell three feet in front of him, unable to advance any further.
Countless Dharma Artifacts buzzed as they were repelled by his path.
The middle-aged man did not retaliate. He walked slowly and steadily to the front of the formation.
Then, he stretched out his hand and tapped lightly.
The defensive formation that the Devil Cultivators of the Spirit Huan Sect could not break through after dozens of attempts, like an impenetrable fortress, instantly shattered into pieces and vanished into thin air.
The middle-aged man continued forward. He walked towards the Heavenly Azure Guards and their commander, Yang Tianqing.
Yang Tianqing bit his lip. Because he used too much force, he even bit through his skin. Scarlet blood seeped out.
However, he did not seem to notice.
In the end, he smiled helplessly.
His smile was somewhat bitter.
The nobility of a Heavenly God was no greater than the azure dragon. It could be called Tianyi or Taiyin.
There was only one person in the Spirit Huan Sect who wore the indescribably noble azure dragon robe.
The sect master of the Spirit Huan Sect, Tianyi, was also known as the Azure Dragon Ruler.
He was a cultivator in charge of the region before the Middle Spirit Realm.
He could not retreat.
As long as he lived, the formation would exist.
If he died, the formation would be destroyed.
Since that was the case, then he would fight to the death here.
.....
The situation in the Middle Spirit Realm was proceeding in an orderly manner, just as the two Venerables of the Mental Demon Clan had planned.
They did not know that the only accident had happened at the Sword Sect's Water Changing Platform.
Even if they knew, they would not treat it as a big deal.
In such a vast scheme, there would always be some variables.
However, those variables could not change the overall situation. They could not change the surging momentum.
… …
.....
'It's snowing?'
Qiu Yan City. The Yan Family's current patriarch, Yan Guang, and his son, Yan Dou, stood side by side on the city wall. They looked up at the sky that was white from the snow.
Qiu Yan City was not majestic.
This was because in the Eastern Region, the majesty of the city walls was not important.
The words "Sword Sect" behind Qiu Yan City was the highest city wall.
In the Eastern Region, the Sword Sect was undoubtedly the overlord. No one dared to provoke them.
"Heavy snow covers the bows and swords. Heavy armor and heavy swords are heavier," Yan Guang muttered.
The young Yan Dou was not in the mood to be sad. He asked anxiously, "When will the Sword Sect come?"
"Soon," Yan Guang said.
"A great battle is about to break out. Under the circumstances of being at a disadvantage, the Sword Sect still dares to divide their forces. This is a huge taboo," Yan Dou could not help but say.
Young people always "knew everything".
"The Jade Gate Pass was defended because of the Grand Wind Formation set up by Daofather Xia back then. It was also because of the Sword Sect's three thousand sword cultivators' stance. They formed a strong deterrent force against the Demons. Both were indispensable. Without either, the Jade Gate Pass might have fallen."
"Once the Jade Gate Pass was lost, even if the Sword Sect killed a hundred Demons alone and accumulated many achievements, what's the point?"
Yan Dou's spittle flew everywhere. He was extremely agitated. He looked as if he expected better from Yan Guang.
Yan Guang only remained silent.
He waited until Yan Dou's mouth was dry. Only then did he speak slowly.
"You don't understand."
"Did I say something wrong?" The young man was unconvinced.
"The Sword Sect is the Yan Family's superior sect. Don't talk about the superior sect anymore. Otherwise, you'll be committing a crime of disrespect." Yan Guang did not explain to Yan Dou. He only warned.
Because some things could only be understood naturally when the time came. Otherwise, it would be useless no matter how much one explained.
It was like telling a pair of lovers to cherish the people around them. It was useless.
However, by the time they understood this principle, it was usually too late.
This was the most contradictory thing in the world.
Yan Dou still wanted to say something.
The Yan Family's Patriarch, Yan Guang, suddenly became solemn. He said sternly, "Shut up. They're here."
Yan Dou was shocked. He raised his head and looked at the horizon.
There, hundreds of sword lights pierced through the air.
Sword Qi covered the sky like heavy snow.
In just a moment.
The hundreds of sword lights neared Qiu Yan City. They suddenly stopped, revealing the figures among them.
Yan Dou frowned. He looked at the nearly four hundred Daoist figures. Some were old, some were young. None of them were sword cultivators in their prime.
What was even more strange was that these sword cultivators all carried a sword case made of red sandalwood on their backs.
The leader of this group of sword cultivators was actually an extremely young and strange man.
The man wore a black robe. The black robe was embroidered with dark golden dragon patterns.
The man in black robe and black hair not only had an extraordinary temperament, but he was also unusually handsome.
"Isn't it the Sword Sect's Western Expedition? Who is this young man? "
Before Yan Dou could react, his father Yan Guang had already said respectfully, "Yan Family's Yan Guang and his son Yan Dou of the Sword Sect greet Young Master Lu!"
Yan Dou's body shook. He finally remembered who the young man was.
The Path Sect's youngest Young Master, the possessor of the title of the most powerful Level Four and Level Five, the wielder of the Path Sword, the head disciple of Goddess Luo … A long list of titles flashed through his mind. The last name jumped out.
Lu Qingshan!
Yan Dou's mind was filled with wild thoughts. He reacted quickly and hurriedly bowed with his father.
Lu Qingshan paused for a moment. He looked at Yan Dou and Yan Guang, then said, "The rest of the Sword Sect will arrive soon."
"We understand." Yan Guang was unusually respectful in front of this extremely young Young Master, who was even younger than his son. He did not have any intention of underestimating him because of his young age.
Lu Qingshan's expression did not change. He nodded at Yan Guang and flew directly into Qiu Yan City.
The sword cultivators of the Sword Sect followed closely behind him.
Yan Guang's expression became even more respectful. He stood quietly on the city wall and silently watched the sword cultivators of the Sword Sect enter the city.
His gaze finally fell on the exquisitely carved red sandalwood sword box on the backs of the sword cultivators. He let out a long sigh.
How long had it been since he last saw the Sword Sect's red sandalwood sword box?
The Sword Sect had a tradition. In a battle to the death, regardless of the outcome, one had to die a worthy death, die in a proper name, and return to one's roots.
However, it was extremely difficult to bring back the corpses of their companions on the battlefield.
Since that was the case, if they could not bring back the bodies, they would bring back the swords.
When the swords returned, the people would return.
Every member of the Sword Sect would carry a red sandalwood sword box on their back.
The sword box would not contain the sword cultivator's own sword, but the swords of their companions.
Every time a companion sword was stored, the sword cultivator would carve the name of the sword owner, the time and place of birth, and the time and place of death on the sword box.
Once the red sandalwood sword box was carried, it meant that the Sword Sect would face the most difficult but also the most determined battle.
However, how many of the 2,000 sword cultivators of the Sword Sect could only be brought back by the red sandalwood sword box in the end?
Yan Guang could not help but think.
.....
From the seventh to the eighth year of Tianyuan, many things happened in a short year.
Mystique Venerable entered the region.
King Qing massacred Chang 'an.
Mystique Venerable fell.
Li Qiubai opened the Heavenly Gate with his sword.
Chu Mushen became a Half Ancestor.
Soldier Demon, Heart Demon, and Giant Spirit attacked the city at the same time.
The flames of war burned.
It was a precarious time.
Then, the Spirit Huan Sect rebelled.
Longcheng Pass fell overnight and fell into the enemy's hands.
Hundreds of thousands of cultivators in the Central Spirit Region died in the battle.
The high-level cultivators of the Spirit Huan Sect bared their fangs. The Central Spirit Region Teleportation Formation was attacked and destroyed at the same time.
The Sword Sect's Peak Master Haoran broke through three realms in one day and defended the Water Changing Platform.
The news was spread to all the regions through the Sword Sect's Region Teleportation Formation.
The world was shocked.
Then, Shanhai Pass, Zijing Pass, Hangu Pass, and Wusheng Pass announced that they would give up on supporting the Central Spirit Region.
The Demons led an army of millions and crossed the Envious Mountain Ridge, covering the sky and the sun.
Mang Province had become a scorched land.
The Central Spirit Region seemed to be doomed.
At this time.
The strongest sword cultivator sect of the Human Race made a decision.
The Western Expedition.
So, Yanlan Pass sent the Featherwood Guard and the Chang 'an Guard.
The Candle Dragon Palace bet their future and the life of a Patriarch.
An old monk of the Dragon Elephant Chicken Soup Temple walked out of the Western Regions.
He, he, and they did not know if they could change all this.
But they would only know the answer if they did.
On the first day of the eighth year of Tianyuan, the Sword Sect's Young Master Lu Qingshan led the first batch of sword cultivators of the Sword Sect on the Western Expedition. Carrying a red sandalwood sword box destined to be filled with the life swords of his companions, he walked into the snowy Qiu Yan City.
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