However, no one cared about the Sword Sect's Young Master.
This situation was rather comical.
The reason why everyone was like this was reasonable.
As long as one looked back at Lu Qingshan's battle results, they would know that Young Master Lu's actual combat strength was seriously inconsistent with his cultivation.
Although he looked like he was only a Soul Formation realm cultivator, if he was really matched with a Soul Formation realm cultivator, he would not even be qualified to be his accessory.
Not to mention the effect of one plus one is greater than two, he would be a burden.
Of course, that was not the main problem.
The dignified Torch Dragon Hall had countless powerful Dharma cultivators. At most, they would give Young Master Lu a Body Integration realm Dharma cultivator.
They still had that much manpower.
The real problem was that Lu Qingshan's status was too high.
He was the Young Master of the Sword Sect, the youngest and most outstanding paragon of the human race.
Anyone would be under a lot of pressure if they teamed up with such an existence.
Moreover, there was a very practical problem. If they encountered danger, how would they deal with it?
It seemed that they had no other choice but to risk their lives to protect Lu Qingshan.
This was because the life of a Body Integration realm cultivator from Torch Dragon Hall was more important than the life of the Sword Sect's Young Master.
If they did not do that, how would they explain to the Sword Sect if something happened to Lu Qingshan but they returned safely?
A sword technique combination was supposed to be a combination. At most, there was a difference in priority.
However, if that was the case, it would not be a combination. It would be a "Young Master with a guard".
Everyone cherished their lives and had their own pride.
No one wanted to be someone else's guard.
This made everyone respect Lu Qingshan and stay away from him.
Lu Qingshan looked around and saw that no one had given him the signal to form a team. He spread his hands and prepared to go alone.
Not only did he not resist going alone, he even felt that it was exactly what he wanted. After all, for sword cultivators, going alone was the style they were most used to. Not to mention, Lu Qingshan still had so many secrets that he did not want to expose to outsiders.
He said, "Since that's the case, I'll …"
Before he could say the two words "Duxing", a gentle voice suddenly interrupted, "Brother Qingshan, let me team up with you."
Everyone turned their gazes over.
The person who spoke was an extremely young and thin cultivator in a black robe. His entire body was surrounded by a warm and refined aura.
Lu Qingshan raised his eyebrows.
Mo Yan.
"Although I'm not as outstanding as Brother Qingshan, I'm still confident that I can be your assistant," Mo Yan said to Lu Qingshan with a smile.
Lu Qingshan was silent for a moment.
His current cultivation was due to various fortuitous encounters, the support of Deep Blue, and the innate talent of the innate sword seed. This was something that others could not replicate, so he had long since left the people of the same generation as him far behind.
However, if there was someone who could barely keep up with his cultivation, Mo Yan would definitely be one of them.
This was because Mo Yan also had a legendary innate skill — Body Incineration!
Body Incineration was different from Lin Yao's body-changing divine meridians. It was a complete cultivation talent and battle talent.
As long as he had the Heavenly Flame, Mo Yan would be able to achieve a rapid improvement in his cultivation and combat strength in a short period of time.
And the sect that Mo Yan was in happened to be the world's number one fire sect, the Candle Dragon Palace.
His master was one of the ancestors of the Candle Dragon Palace.
With these conditions added together, one could imagine that although Mo Yan's current strength was not comparable to his, it was definitely not much weaker.
After all, Lu Qingshan was very clear about Mo Yan's temperament.
This was a very gentle and reserved cultivator. If he had ten points, he would only say eight. Since he dared to say that he had the confidence to be his assistant, then he really had the goods in his hands.
Lu Qingshan had no reason to refuse.
No matter how outstanding he was, he was just a slightly stronger ant in this war. It was always good to have an assistant with similar strength. He should not be a maverick.
Therefore, Lu Qingshan said to Mo Yan with a smile, "Then let's go together. In fact, it's not the first time we've worked together."
Previously, they had worked together on the Dragon Island.
Mo Yan cupped his fists and said, "It's my honor."
.....
On this day, a large number of cultivators circled above Yi Shui for a while, and then plunged into the sky, rushing towards the western frontlines.
As for the inter-domain teleportation formation at the Yi Shui Platform, other than hurriedly setting up a defensive formation and leaving behind some symbolic people to guard it, the Sword Sect did not care about it anymore.
Firstly, those who were prepared to support the Middle Spirit should have come long ago.
Those who were not prepared to come would not come no matter how long they guarded the inter-domain teleportation formation.
Secondly, the Middle Spirit currently needed manpower everywhere, and indeed did not have the strength to guard a formation.
However, the Sword Sect would not do such a stupid thing as cutting off their own path of retreat.
The Sword Sect had already secretly brought the formation masters of the Yan Family to the Middle Spirit. They chose another secret place and let them secretly build a new inter-domain teleportation formation.
This required a certain amount of time, but it was necessary — at least, to ensure that the cultivators on the western expedition had a way to go home.
.....
The first thing the Middle Spirit cultivators did after the Demons entered the region was to unblock the teleportation formation of the various cities, find the key points, and quickly integrate a complete "wartime transportation system".
It was a very prescient decision.
Judging from the response of the cultivators of the Middle Spirit Realm in the past two days, although the most elite group of cultivators of the Middle Spirit Realm had died in Longcheng Pass, the Middle Spirit Realm did not lack cultivators with courage and wisdom.
This was a good thing.
At least at this time, the "wartime transportation system" was extremely convenient for the reinforcements to move.
In less than a day, the reinforcements of the three regions used the teleportation formation to rush from Yi Shui, which was millions of miles away, to the western front lines of the Middle Spirit where the flames of war raged.
Pomelo Province was the third province on the line from west to east of the Middle Spirit.
The first two provinces were Mang Province and Pear Province, which had already fallen.
The Demons' momentum was turbulent and sudden. No matter how fast the humans reacted, they were unable to make effective resistance in the first moment.
Therefore, the first decision the Middle Spirit cultivators made was to strategically give up on Mang Province and Pear Province in exchange for two precious days of time.
This was a very cruel decision, but it was also the best decision they could make under the current situation.
At this time, Pomelo Province was also being invaded by the Demons. Currently, there were only three cities still under the control of the humans.
They were Hutou City, Oxhorn City, and Horseshoe City.
These three cities were lined up from north to south, forming a ten thousand kilometer long line of defense, blocking the front of the Demons' army.
The Demon Race would either take a detour around these three cities or take them down by force.
Going around them was not realistic.
The Demons' attack so far had been along a straight line.
If they went around them, the battle line would be stretched several times, and they would also have to constantly be on guard against the cultivators of the three cities from behind.
Therefore, they could only forcefully attack.
At this time, the number of cultivators gathered in these three cities had already exceeded a million.
Not only that, there were also large numbers of cultivators rushing over from the rear to participate in this war every day, and supplies were also unceasingly transported over.
In the west of the three cities, the valiant Demons' army was also continuously accumulating.
At this point, the large number of reinforcements under the leadership of the Sword Sect's three Peak Masters Gu Qiu, Ning Fengchen, and Li ShiYi split into three groups, heading towards the three cities.
Each person was responsible for one city.
As for Lu Qingshan.
According to Xie Qingyun's instructions, the group of old sword cultivators and young "babies" that he had brought from the Sword Sect were still under his command.
And the task of guarding the three cities was not their turn.
This group of cultivators was called patrol, also known as mobile, or logistical personnel.
What they had to do was patrol the rear areas of Hutou City, Horseshoe City, and Oxhorn City.
This was because the Demons' army was simply too large. While they were attacking the three cities head-on, they had also sent out many people to go around the three cities' defense line and sneak into the rear area.
A ten thousand kilometer defense line was already the limit of what the human race could do at this time.
If they stretched it any longer, they would not have enough manpower and strength.
If they wanted to defend against everything, in the end, they would not be able to defend against anything.
Therefore, although the human cultivators knew about this small group of demonic cultivators that went around the defense line and entered the rear area, they could do nothing about it.
Of course, this small group of demonic cultivators that entered the rear area of the human race did not have the ability to attack the human race from the inside and outside.
But their goal was very simple.
Didn't you human cultivators want to evacuate the mortals?
We don't ask for anything else, we just want to cause trouble, attack your evacuating troops, and disgust you.
If you don't care, then the evacuation can't be carried out smoothly.
If you care, it seems that you can't do anything about it.
Although this small group of demonic cultivators was not strong, their numbers were not small, and there were tens of thousands of them. But if they were scattered over the tens of millions of kilometers in the western territory of the central spiritual region, they were not worth mentioning.
These demonic cultivators hid in the dark and came out to attack from time to time. How could the human cultivators care about this?
Even if they were caught, it would not be a loss to the Demons.
Because these demonic cultivators whose strength did not exceed the eighth stage were just consumables to the higher-ups of the Demons.
Spending some worthless consumables to give the human race a headache was definitely a good deal in the eyes of the higher-ups of the Demons.
According to Lu Qingshan's words in his previous life, this kind of fighting method was called guerrilla warfare.
It would not hurt the tendons and bones, but it was really disgusting. It was like a fishbone stuck in the throat, making people feel uncomfortable.
Lu Qingshan was ordered to solve this problem.
Sword cultivators were very fast and were most suitable for patrolling.
When Lu Qingshan and Mo Yan arrived at Wolf Tail City in Orange Province, Wolf Tail City had already become a busy transit station.
Countless flying boats were transiting here. People came and went, and it was incomparably noisy. It was a hundred times noisier than the noisiest market.
"Mortals from Leopard Tattoo City, please gather at Area B and take the flying boat to the next city, Lionheart City … I repeat, those from Leopard Tattoo City, please gather at Area B and take the flying boat to the next city, Lionheart City …"
A cultivator was giving out orders loudly.
His voice was already hoarse.
For a cultivator who was invulnerable to swords and spears, cold and heat, this should not have happened.
The reason for this was because in order to let his voice spread out, he had infused his voice with spiritual force. That spiritual force constantly rushed into the cultivator's throat, and after a long time, the cultivator's throat became strained as if it was injured.
The flying boats and cultivators shuttling back and forth in the sky were like carps crossing the river, forming a black mass.
This was a spectacular scene that many people had never seen in their lives.
The flying boats were evacuating flying boats.
Although the teleportation formation was the fastest, the cost was too high. With such a large number of humans evacuating, even if the resources of Middle Spirit were emptied, they might not be able to afford the spirit stones used for teleportation.
Therefore, the evacuation could only be done through flying boats.
As for the countless cultivators, they were "volunteers" who had rushed over from various places in Middle Spirit.
Their cultivation bases were not high enough and could not fight the Demons head-on. However, they could also contribute their strength.
That was to be in charge of logistics at the rear.
The humans wanted to evacuate hundreds of millions of people in the western part of Middle Spirit to the eastern region behind the Long Night Mountain Range. Even with flying boats and the help of countless cultivators, it would still take a long time.
During this period of time, they would have to rely on the cultivators of the three frontline cities to fight for it.
.....
Outside Wolf Tail City.
Mo Yan held a white square token in his hand that he had just received.
On the front of the token, there was the word "patrol" for patrol. On the back, there was a rather complicated map that depicted the fourteen cities within a radius of a few thousand miles.
"This is a communication token that Middle Spirit hastily created. As long as the Demons appear in the area of the fourteen cities and attack the flying boats, the cultivators in the area will immediately send out a distress signal. Our token will sense it, and we will need to rush to the rescue as soon as possible," he said.
Lu Qingshan nodded slightly.
The patrol area was determined by the flying speed of the patrolling cultivators. It was to ensure that the cultivators could arrive in time.
If the patrol area was too large and exceeded the range that the patrolling cultivators could take care of, by the time the patrolling cultivators received the distress signal and rushed over, the battle might have already ended. They would only be able to collect the corpses instead of providing support.
The patrol area of an ordinary Soul Formation cultivator was usually two to three cities.
Only Lu Qingshan, as a Soul Formation cultivator, could patrol an area as wide as the fourteen cities.
Even among Body Integration cultivators, it was extremely rare for someone to be able to patrol such a vast area.
From this perspective, Mo Yan had a new understanding of Lu Qingshan's strength.
.....
The job of patrolling was boring.
That was because they could only passively wait for the Demons to appear.
And if they were lucky, there might not be a single case of Demons attacking the area they patrolled from beginning to end.
This made Lu Qingshan very dispirited.
Since they were already here, they could only watch from the back. When he thought about how the frontlines were already engulfed in the flames of war, Lu Qingshan, who was good at fighting and killing, felt dejected.
This was also Xie Qingyun's goal.
However, regardless of whether it was Lu Qingshan or Xie Qingyun, both of them had forgotten something …
Since ancient times, if one looked back at the history of a powerful being's rise, one would be able to discover a pattern. That was, in the process of their cultivation, those who were associated with them would not have a good ending.
As for the reason, it was very simple.
A powerful being would definitely have great luck. They would definitely encounter all kinds of dangers and great opportunities. Without opportunities, how could they grow?
For those with great luck, they would often be able to turn misfortune into blessings and seize opportunities.
Those unknown passers-by who did not have great luck but were associated with those with great luck could only be responsible for being unlucky cannon fodder.
Lu Qingshan was undoubtedly a person with great luck. If even he could not be considered a person with great luck, who could be?
The only difference was that the person with him this time was Mo Yan, who had a burning body.
He was also a person with great luck.
What would happen when two people with great providence collided with each other?
No one knew.
But it definitely wouldn't be peaceful.
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