An army of several hundred thousand Demons was wreaking havoc in Mang Province.
Even an army with strict military orders would not be able to follow orders in this situation, let alone Demons who were undisciplined and tyrannical by nature.
This was the first time these Demons and Demonic Cultivators had stepped into human territory.
They had long heard of the richness and beauty of Firmament Heaven. However, it was not until they personally stepped foot on this land that they realized what the so-called richness and beauty was. It was simply a hundred times better than what they had imagined.
This greatly stimulated them, causing the eyes of these Demons and Demonic Cultivators to turn red.
Several fifth-stage Demonic Cultivators silently broke away from the main army. They let out ear-piercing laughter and spoke in an incomprehensible language as they charged into a small city on the side.
This small city was far from the east-west battle line drawn by the Demons, so the army of Demons did not point their butcher's knife at them.
However, this group of Demonic Cultivators who had temporarily broken away from the main army was prepared to plunder this small city and vent their brutality to their heart's content.
The small city did not have much resistance.
Their "high level" cultivators had already left the city to seek battle a few days ago and had yet to return.
Moreover, even if these people were here, they would not be able to stop these several dozen fifth-stage Demonic Cultivators.
Because this small city was really just a small city.
The Demonic Cultivators directly entered the small city.
Within the small city, the mortals who could not evacuate in time had already closed their doors and windows.
However, how could mere doors and windows stop the brutal Demons?
Bang!
The door of an elegant small courtyard was kicked open by a Demonic Cultivator, and a woman's cry of alarm came from inside the house.
The Demonic Cultivator charged in with a thick stench of blood. Inside the house, an old man whose cultivation was only at Foundation Establishment held his magic weapon, preparing to fight the Demonic Cultivator to the death.
However, when he was glared at by the ferocious Demonic Cultivator, his Qi and blood actually roiled, and he was unable to use any spiritual power.
There were a total of three people in the small courtyard. Other than the Foundation Establishment old man, there were also two women, one old and one young.
The old woman was the Foundation Establishment old man's wife, and the young woman was the old man's daughter-in-law.
The young daughter-in-law kept her head lowered, not daring to look at the Demons.
It wasn't because of fear.
Instead, it was because of her husband, the son of the old man, their common pride, the Nascent Soul stage man, who not long ago took the initiative to go out of the city to fight the Demons and Devil Cultivators, and never came back.
Her eyes were filled with irrepressible hatred.
Therefore, she didn't dare to look up, afraid that the Demons would notice her gaze and implicate the two elders.
The demonic cultivator spoke in a language that the old man couldn't understand. The old man didn't know what he meant.
In the end, the demonic cultivator also realized that he was talking to a chicken and a duck. With a cruel expression on his face, he suddenly looked at the woman beside him who had her head lowered and a playful smile appeared on his face. He licked his lips and walked up to her.
The woman thought that she could hide her emotions by lowering her head, but little did she know that the hatred in her eyes had already been seen by the Demons who were good at observing.
The demonic cultivator, who had already unleashed the ferocious beast in his heart because of the massacre, became even more ferocious. His vulture-like greedy eyes scanned the woman's body, lingering for a long time on the curvaceous parts of her body.
Even though there was a language barrier between them, the demonic cultivator's expression was enough to let others know what he was thinking.
The Foundation Establishment old man's hands and feet began to tremble.
Anger that he had never felt before rose up in his heart.
The old man couldn't mobilize his spiritual energy because of the demonic cultivator's pressure, but under the urging of this anger, it began to circulate again.
He roared in grief and rushed forward with the magic tool in his hand.
"F * ck your ancestors!"
The demonic cultivator only sneered in disdain at the old man's angry attack.
If anger could help a Foundation Establishment old man kill a Fifth Stage demonic cultivator, then what was the point of fighting this battle?
The demonic cultivator casually waved his hand behind him.
Billows of demonic energy surged out from his hand.
But the old man didn't die.
But the demonic cultivator died.
Of course, the one who killed the Fifth Stage demonic cultivator wasn't the Foundation Establishment old man.
He was just a very ordinary old man, not the main character of some novel.
Even the main character of a novel didn't say that a Foundation Establishment cultivator could kill a Fifth Stage demonic cultivator.
A red dot appeared between the demonic cultivator's eyebrows, and his body fell straight down.
A sword light soared from the back of the demonic cultivator's head.
The sword clanged and hummed endlessly.
An extremely old man quietly stepped into this small courtyard.
He looked at the demonic cultivator who couldn't be more dead and spat on his corpse.
The old man and the two women on the side knelt on the ground and kowtowed to express their gratitude to their savior.
The old man took back his long sword and helped them up. "No need to be so polite."
He added, "There are still many demonic cultivators in the city. I'm going to deal with them now."
The old man immediately understood and said in a trembling voice, "Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir. Then I won't waste your time."
The old man nodded slightly, turned around, and was about to leave.
"Sir, can you tell me your name?" The old man's voice came from behind him. "If possible, I will set up a longevity tablet for you at home to thank you for saving my life."
"There's no need for a longevity tablet." The old man shook his head and said, "As for my name, it's …"
"Li Si."
He used to be a cultivator of Longcheng Pass.
Later, he retired from Longcheng Pass and became the owner of "Flying Swallow Sword Li".
But when the Middle Spirit needed him, he was still a cultivator of Longcheng Pass.
Even if Longcheng Pass had fallen, it was still the same.
He traveled through wind and rain, from a lonely border town all the way to the lively western front line.
Along the way, he had killed nearly ten fifth-grade demonic cultivators.
His somewhat rusty means of killing the enemy became adept once again.
Killing had long been something that was deeply ingrained in the blood of sword cultivators.
He strode out of the small courtyard.
He still had things to do.
There were still many demonic cultivators wreaking havoc in the city.
He wanted to kill these demonic cultivators who were already immersed in plundering one by one.
Chang Youfu, your master didn't lie to you.
Your master is really very strong.
.....
The first thing that could save the Middle Spirit was the Middle Spirit cultivator himself.
But in order to turn the tide and save the building from collapse, incomparable courage and strong willpower alone were not enough.
Because to win this Middle Spirit Battle, some miracles were needed. What was needed was truly powerful and invincible strength.
.....
The Sword Sect's Water Changing Platform.
The corpses of Tian Peng and Zhu Zhao's sect master fell together.
The corpses of the Spirit Huan Sect cultivators were strewn all over the place. Some even floated in the Water Changing Platform, drifting away with the flow of the water.
In this battle against the first wave of Spirit Huan Sect cultivators led by Zhu Zhao's sect master, Peak Master Hao Ran had won a complete victory.
But the battle was far from over.
Heart Demons had three souls.
Zhu Zhao's sect master and his beast pet, Tian Peng, were actually the souls of a ninth-grade demonic cultivator from the Heart Demons, Black Ray.
In just a moment, both of Black Ray's souls were destroyed.
Sensing the death of the two souls, Black Radiance was furious and could not hide his shock.
He immediately reported the news to the White Tiger Overlord.
The Sword Sect's inter-domain teleportation formation must be destroyed.
Although they did not think that the Sword Sect would take such a huge risk to come to Middle Spirit's aid.
Although they did not think that the Sword Sect's arrival could change anything.
But these Demons were more or less afraid of the strongest Taoist sect in the world.
Demons would never deny the strength of the human race.
It was better to avoid trouble.
So, half a day later.
Spirit Huan Sect's demonic cultivators attacked with an overwhelming army of monsters.
Wind and sand swept up thousands of miles.
"Haoran Peak, Taibai Swordmaster, can you still fight against our Spirit Huan Sect's monster army?" Spirit Huan Sect's leader looked at the lonely Taibai Swordmaster and the dozen or so Sword Sect cultivators who looked pitiful in front of the monster army and asked with a smile.
The green-robed Haoran Sword, who had reached three realms in one day, calmly raised the three-foot-long blade called Taibai, which was as black as ink.
The blade pointed at Huan Ling.
He said calmly, "Come."
No one had told him about the Sword Sect's decision.
But he knew very well how the Sword Sect would choose.
Because he was a Sword Sect cultivator.
So, he would guard the Water Changing Platform until the Sword Sect arrived.
.....
Western Region.
Cold Snow.
Torch Dragon Palace, a top sect that once aspired to be a Taoist sect, aspired to rule over Taoist and fire techniques in the world, had become increasingly bleak and silent in recent years.
Until many years ago, when a young Mo Yan with amazing aptitude entered the sect, Torch Dragon Palace finally began to revitalize and turn for the better.
The son of Torch Dragon Palace's founder, Wang Puxian, Wang Daode was no longer aloof and personally accepted Mo Yan as his disciple.
Then, Mo Yan did not come out for many years in the back mountain of Torch Dragon Palace, and no one heard of him in the outside world.
No one knew that the group of geniuses who had risen to fame with Lu Qingshan in the Seven Regions Dao Discussion gradually lost sight of Lu Qingshan's back after Lu Qingshan's shocking and heaven-defying rise.
Only Mo Yan relied on his burning body and Wang Daode's supply of Deviant Fire at all costs. His cultivation progress followed closely behind Lu Qingshan and did not fall behind at all.
However, compared to Lu Qingshan's self-reliance in the outside world, Mo Yan had been in seclusion to refine the Deviant Fire, which led to his lack of fame.
On this day, he led the tens of thousands of Torch Dragon Palace cultivators and the Longevity Fire between his eyebrows straight to the Eastern Region.
After this battle, Mo Yan's name would definitely resound throughout the Human Region.
No matter what the outcome was, it should be so.
.....
Smoke rose in the desert, the sun set in the long river.
At the center of the West Sand Plateau, in the magnificent Buddhist temple.
The abbot named Monk Chicken Soup, who was known as a Buddhist Saint, quietly left the temple.
He went alone and did not bring anyone. First, he rushed to Mogao City, which was at the border of the West Sand Plateau and Mogao Desert, and rushed to the Eastern Region through the inter-region teleportation formation. Then, he went all the way west and rushed to Qiu Yan City.
Of course, Qiu Yan City was not his destination. His goal was to go further west.
There were Infernal Demons, millions of Fiendish Cultivators.
If you want to be a dragon or elephant, you must first be a horse or ox.
.....
Jade Gate Pass.
Sword Sect had finally confirmed the candidates for the expedition to the west.
Led by Ning Fengchen and Gu Qiu, more than one thousand eight hundred Sword Sect sword cultivators left Heavenly Mountain under the envious gazes of the nine hundred Sword Sect sword cultivators who stayed behind to guard Jade Gate Pass.
Sword Sect's Sect Master Xie Qingyun, Sword Cometh Peak Master Xia Daoyun, Scabbard Peak Master Xue Wuqiao, and Vast Sea Peak Master Yu Canghai personally sent them out of the Grand Wind Formation.
Then, under everyone's gaze, the four returned to Jade Gate Pass.
This made the Jade Gate Pass cultivators who had been concerned about Sword Sect's expedition to the west heave a sigh of relief.
Although Sword Sect had made an irrational choice, they still had a rational side.
At least they did not send their entire sect to the west.
At least they left three Peak Masters behind.
Most importantly, the Guardian Cultivator Xie Qingyun did not follow Sword Sect to the west.
As long as Sword Immortal Qingyun was still in Jade Gate Pass, they were confident that they could defend it.
To the Jade Gate Pass cultivators, Xie Qingyun was not only their strongest force, but also their spiritual pillar and source of confidence.
However, no one knew that the real Xie Qingyun had already left Jade Gate Pass ahead of the Sword Sect cultivators.
.....
Middle Heaven Region.
Almost at the same time, Yan Lan Pass and Chang 'an City each sent an army of cultivators to the Eastern Region.
Jade Forest Guards and Chang 'an Guards.
The leader was Da Xia Kingdom's King Qing Mei.
Da Xia Kingdom's forces were spread throughout the Seven Regions of the Human Race. They possessed the greatest wealth and the largest number of cultivator armies.
If Dao Sect's contribution was the Guardian Cultivators.
Then Da Xia Kingdom's contribution was supporting the cultivator armies of Heavenly River City and Yan Lan Pass.
There was also the number one human below Dao Ancestor Xia, Heavenly River Sword Immortal Chu Mushen. Strictly speaking, he was also a cultivator of Da Xia Kingdom.
Of course, at Chu Mushen's current level, no one mentioned his identity as a cultivator of Da Xia Kingdom anymore.
But no one mentioned it did not mean that it did not exist.
Da Xia Kingdom's contribution and strength were unquestionable.
On the city walls of Yan Lan Pass, under the setting sun, Da Xia Kingdom's Lord Xia Hou looked to the east.
It was as if he was looking straight at the Eastern Region's Autumn Swallow City, which had become the center of the Human Realm.
After looking at it for a very long time.
She suddenly asked, "Can the Sword Sect win?"
There was no one around Xia Hou.
It was as if she was talking to herself.
But a moment after Xia Hou asked the question, a golden light suddenly flashed in her eyes.
In an instant, the golden light faded.
.....
"How lively …"
"The Sword Sect will win this battle."
"Heaven's Prime will rise."
On the city walls of Heavenly River City, the world's most impregnable pass, a Daoist in gray robes muttered in a voice that no one could hear.
Beside him, Heavenly River Sword Immortal in snow-white robes looked to the west.
"Sword Immortal Chu, you never asked my master what he saw at the end." The gray robed Daoist who had been silent for a long time suddenly sighed. "And why he changed the year name to Heaven's Prime."
"If you could tell me, you would have told me long ago. Since you won't tell me, then you can't tell me."
"If you can't tell me, then what's the point of asking?" Heavenly River Sword Immortal said expressionlessly.
"Li Qiubai helped you become a Half-Ancestor. This allowed us humans to finally have the power to fight against the Demons," the gray robed Daoist said. "Even without Dao Ancestor Xia."
"It's just a battle." Chu Mushen looked away and looked at the boundless Heavenly River Sea. No one knew what he was thinking.
The gray robed Qi Butian, the current Temple Lord of Heavenly Secrets, followed Heavenly River Sword Immortal's gaze and looked into the distance. After a moment of silence, he suddenly said in a deep voice, "Now, I can tell you one more thing."
"The Sword Sect's battle has nothing to do with the Middle Spirits, but with the humans."
As his voice fell, dozens of strands of Qi Butian's hair instantly turned silver.
He seemed to have sensed something and slightly tilted his head. The silver strands sank into his black hair.
But this time, his black hair could no longer completely cover the silver strands.
Even with the cover of his black hair, one could still vaguely see a trace of silver from the outside.
"You've only been the Temple Lord of Heavenly Secrets for eight years." Chu Mushen frowned at this scene and said, "You're aging too quickly."
Qi Butian laughed it off.
Heavenly secrets could not be revealed.
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