Yun Xian's words fell with a resounding sound.

Because he was so confident, everyone initially thought that there was something harmless wrong with his ears.

"Liu Xian..." Liu Yong chewed on the name and said fiercely, "I'll remember you."

"It's not Liu, it's Liu. Mumaoliu, the Liu in Yangliu." Yun Xian kindly tried to help her remember it, then turned cold again and said, "So what if you remember me? There are so many people in this secret realm who remember me. Right, Liu Lingshan?"

Qiao Lingshan nearly crushed the hilt of the sword in her hand. She swallowed her anger and said, "...Yes, Senior Sister."

Although Yao Xing was nearly stunned by this action, he still stubbornly maintained the formation. Liu Yong tried to break free but couldn't, and knew something was wrong. "Do you think you can rest easy if you leave now?"

During the period of exchange between soldiers and spirits, there was no one else in the huge military camp except this centurion.

These despicable humans!

"No!" Yun Xian seemed threatened and took three steps back, panicking. "Just deal with me. Don't harm my fellow disciples of the Sword Sect! Although I've abandoned the sword and followed the knife, the friendship between us is like a family. How dare I forget it? My poor senior brother Liu Shi was born with a disability..."

She stepped back, but was hit lightly on the butt by the hilt of the sword. Then, Qiao Lingshan's gritted teeth came from behind her ear: "Stop pretending, save people!"

Obviously, he has reached the limit of tolerance.

Yun Xian: “…Oh.”

She has always been able to control her emotions freely. As soon as she controlled her expression, her two fingers formed a sword and a stream of sword energy flew towards the back where everyone was being held.

The sword energy was so powerful that it cut through the iron bars in an instant. Feng Ye and his group of people rushed towards Yun Xian's back like young swallows returning to their nests with a slightly dazed look.

Liu Yong was furious, and his spiritual power surged. He took a few steps forward with the force of the earth collapsing, but found that the formation was still firmly restrained on him, without any loosening.

When was the formation set up? And where is the center of the formation?

In the distance, a soldier spirit returned. It was the one with dozens of wine gourds hanging from his body. A closer look revealed that he was also in the Nascent Soul stage. As things were urgent, they had to make decisions and could not delay any longer. Yun Xian turned his head and said to the group of people behind him, "You go first, I'll cover your rear."

Without a word, Qiao Lingshan led everyone out of the military camp. A black and white stone key was thrown to her from a distance. She tiptoed to catch it and put it into her storage ring. She said, "Hurry up too!"

Yun Xian would naturally go as fast as possible.

No wonder they say that one must observe the formation before starting a war. As long as the Xingyan Sect is given the opportunity and sufficient time to set up the formation, they will have a great advantage in the battle. Liu Yong was restricted, his movements were a little slower, and his spiritual power was not as abundant. Yun Xian couldn't beat him, but it was much easier to avoid being beaten by him. He immediately drew his sword and attacked.

She played ping pong fiercely here, with an off-court commentary.

"Miss Yun is truly extraordinary. Her swordplay is agile, her angles are tricky, and she strikes at just the right moments, yet she manages to escape unscathed every time." Yao Xing exclaimed from outside, "What an intense and unusual fight!"

Qiao Lingshan: “…” How many unique words does he have?

Just before the drunken soldier walked into the military camp gate, Yun Xian turned around and was the last one to evacuate.

The evacuation was extremely arrogant.

The drunken soldier had just walked in when he saw his colleague about to be blown away like a whirlwind. He quickly punched him against the wall and said, "Liu Yong, what are you doing? It's your turn to patrol soon, hiccup, and you're not allowed to slack off."

"Don't stop me!" Liu Yong was anxious and slapped its hand away: "Go away!"

The drunken soldier burped again and spoke earnestly, "Don't go out and arrest people anymore. If you really like her that much, go find Xiaofang at the village entrance. You don't even dare to give your child her last name, so how can you say you love her? If you arrest more people, the barracks will be almost full... Huh? Why are they all gone?"

Something flew past its head so fast that it could not be seen.

Drunkard Soldier Spirit: "What is that? It looks a bit like a human. It smells like a human."

Liu Yong pushed it away and said, "She looks like a human, and she smells like a human. So what do you think she is?"

Drunkard Soldier Spirit: “!!!”

It's a human being!

“…”

Many people were arrested by Liu Yong. Except for Feng Ye and the disciple named Chunfang, most of them were independent cultivators who had no support from any major sect.

They had followed the others in bewilderedly, not knowing whether it was good luck or bad luck. Good luck meant they hadn't given up after witnessing the dangers of the ancient battlefield. Bad luck meant the soldier spirits at least only captured them without harming them, whereas some people didn't have that luxury and died instantly.

Yun Xian led everyone around layers of guards, avoiding the pursuit of the soldier spirit, and finally found a relatively desolate and safe path.

The people who had been living in fear could finally relax a little.

Yun Xian sheathed his sword and said, "Feng Ye, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." At this moment, Yun Xian's image in Feng Ye's heart suddenly rose ten feet, so majestic that it made people burst into tears. "I thought no one would come to save me."

Qiao Lingshan thought at an inopportune moment that it seemed that he was quite clear about his role.

Probably greater than or equal to a mascot.

"Junior Sister Chunfang, are you okay?" Yao Xing also immediately expressed his concern for his junior sister and said quickly, "I don't know about Liu Yong..."

He stopped talking before he could finish his words.

Because Junior Sister Chunfang has been staring at Yun Xian since she left the house, with a somewhat agitated expression.

Yao Xing: “?”

He looked back in shock and saw that the group of wandering cultivators had the same expression, and no one noticed him.

Yao Xing: “…”

He consoled himself by thinking that, while the sword cultivators didn't appear to be as prominent, the Xingyan Sect was still indispensable. If he hadn't held the Bingling back, how would Yun Xian have managed to hold on? If he hadn't seen Shi Yao, how would Yun Xian have known to pull someone's pants?

But for some reason, the more I thought about it, the sadder I became.

Before, he didn't understand why so many female cultivators liked the sword cultivator even though he was poor and loved fighting. It was obvious that he was not suitable for a family. Now it seems that the reason is clear.

There is no other reason.

It's just simply handsome. This word is the chasm.

"Fellow Daoist Yao." Yun Xian glanced over to the other side. An archer was secretly catching up on his sleep on a tree trunk, not yet seeing the others. She had always adopted the strategy of not moving unless the enemy moved, preferring words over actions. "Can your detection array detect the second wall? How do we get in?"

"We can only trace out some vague directions." Forget about being cool or not, let's get down to business. Yao Xing lowered his voice and said, "The aura of killing is extremely strong in the southwest and northwest. I see that this area is where the city dwellers live, and there are already Yuanying-stage military camps guarding it. Further in, I'm afraid there are even more terrifying creatures."

The military camp is a more confidential place. It is easy to imagine that where there are soldiers, there are generals.

The captain of a thousand men is already at the Nascent Soul stage, but the general has not appeared yet.

"You mean, General?" Yun Xian's expression was serious, and he added, "I'm more worried about whether there will be other counselors."

"Huh?" Yao Xing had never considered this possibility before suddenly realizing, "That's right. In ancient times, generals would always have advisors by their side. I wonder if this strategist, after becoming a military spirit, could still deploy troops and employ military tactics. The thought is truly terrifying. But why did Miss Yun think of this in the first place? Is there some clue?"

"No." Yun Xian smiled lightly, "It's just that intelligence is not my forte."

Yao Xing was shocked: “…………”

Good, so frank! So honest! Such straightforwardness and calmness, even he was impressed!

The archer seemed about to wake up, so Yun Xian threw a small stone at it, sending it back to sleep. Without changing his expression, he said, "I just noticed something. The stone key and belt tied around that drunkard's waist are brand new, completely different from the ones I took from Liu Yong just now. It looks like they were put on not long ago."

Yao Xing: "You mean..."

Yun Xian: "The key was lost. At least one group of people had already entered before us."

At the beginning, Yun Xian and his group dawdled outside for a while. They were not as well-trained and goal-oriented as the other big sects, and they also saved people by the way. It was normal that they were not as fast as others.

I just don't know who was the first one to go in.

Yao Xing: "Not the Sword Sect."

Yun Xian: "Then I feel relieved."

It's good to talk to smart people. Yun Xian and Yao Xing hit it off and decided to split up into two groups, searching in the southwest and northwest respectively. Whoever found the city gate would leave a mark.

The group of rescued cultivators eventually left with the people from Xingyan Sect.

Before leaving, Yao Xing looked up at the blood-filled sky, and suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he whispered to Yun Xian, "Miss Yun, if you go in there, I advise you not to get too attached to the leader."

"Oh?" Yun Xian raised an eyebrow, "Why do you say that?"

"..." He kept silent for a while before saying, "Xing Yan was sent here for the Treasure Pavilion Classics. Rumor has it that the City Lord's Mansion has a large collection of books and even some lost formations, so I took the risk. Actually, I didn't necessarily want to come here at first."

"The City Lord's Mansion has many elite soldiers, and I believe they also have many high-level military techniques and weapons. Among them must be famous swords. Although not as powerful as the leader, they are still very powerful." After Yao Xing finished speaking, he hurriedly turned and left. "Get what you want and leave quickly."

He still made a slip of the tongue.

I know it's best to keep silent, but...

At this moment, Yun Xian's clear voice came from behind Yao Xing: "Wait a minute."

Could it be that he had heard it? Yao Xing's heart moved, and he turned slightly with the group of casual cultivators -

"I see that some of you are sword cultivators? Sword cultivation is good." Yun Xian said with a smile: "Do you know about the East Realm Sword Pavilion?"

Everyone: “…………”

Qiao Lingshan pulled her ear and said, "Stop embarrassing yourself!"

Yun Xian and the other two were heading southwest, but fate had its eyes on them and they ran into each other headfirst.

At the very corner of the city wall, there is an inconspicuous little wooden house with a pile of straw behind it. It looks normal, but...

"There's a half-step Nascent Soul soldier spirit sitting in the cabin." Yun Xian said silently, "If he's not guarding the door, I'll eat his head."

It's simply a case of trying to cover up one's own mistake.

Feng Ye: "I also saw the weapon, hidden under the bed."

Yun Xian waved his hand forward and said, "Alright. Follow my instructions and knock it out before it can even draw its weapon."

Qiao Lingshan gestured to indicate that she understood.

Yun Xian was puzzled: "Why don't you just send a voice message directly?"

Qiao Lingshan had accidentally imitated Yun Xian and was already feeling frustrated. Now she was even more furious: "...In this entire secret realm, you are the only one who has no right to criticize me!"

The three of them cooperated very well. Feng Ye worked even harder after escaping death. He was almost swinging his guqin at people's heads. The gatekeeper didn't expect that there would be such a rude person. Before he could even shout out the classic line "Who is it?!", he was hit on the back of the neck by Yun Xian's sword and slowly fell to the ground.

Yun Xian glanced under the bed and was speechless.

It would be fine if you hid a knife, a sword, or a small rake under the bed, but hiding two big drums would make them cold by the time you take them out.

After pushing aside the straw pile and looking behind the bluestone, there was indeed a door, half of which was buried by rocks, leaving only an extremely narrow entrance.

Logically speaking, the soldiers were all very big and strong, so how could such a small person pass through? But later, everyone in the city became a spirit, so there was no such problem.

The spirit is such a contradictory creature, retaining many of its previous habits. It knows to eat and sleep, put on more clothes when it's cold, defend the citizens to the death, protect the keys, and guard the door. It confines itself to a small space, rigidly imitating the activities of its previous life, and can ignore the inhuman aspects of itself that cannot be ignored.

Yun Xian bent down and tried to put the black and white stone key into the keyhole. A flash of inspiration came from the keyhole. A stagnant clicking sound came from the keyhole. Suddenly, the door creaked and slowly opened a small crack.

She tried to push it away, but as soon as she did, a strong smell of blood hit her in the face, almost choking her.

"It's open!" Qiao Lingshan was just as she had said before, using her sword to carve a flying little figure with a high ponytail on the door beam. She asked, "Then what should we do with this stone key?"

Yun Xian: "No problem, I have my own tricks."

Qiao Lingshan and Feng Ye watched her drag the carpet from the cabin over and place the stone key underneath it, as if to hide something. Then she clapped her hands and said, "Alright. Let's go."

You'll know where the key is when you look for it.

Qiao Lingshan always felt that this method was a little wrong, but the situation was urgent and she could not think too much. She waved her hand to call Feng Ye, whose face turned pale instantly, over and covered his face with the veil that Liang Xiao had given him from the storage ring. She circled it three times and covered it tightly. "It seems that the Hehuan Sect still has foresight."

The smell of blood is really unpleasant.

The three of them slipped through the small space. When Feng Ye's back foot stepped over the boundary, the door closed by itself without wind, making a slight sound.

It's clear without even looking that now that they've entered here, they probably can't go back the same way.

Once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. There is no turning back on the ancient battlefield.

Yun Xian sighed softly.

Compared with the scene before him, the pungent smell of blood just now was really nothing.

Perhaps because there were still civilians outside the city walls, aside from the dangers posed by a few patrolling soldiers, the atmosphere there could even be described as warm and peaceful. The scene within the second wall lived up to its name as a battlefield, a veritable hell on earth.

During wartime, military secrets must not be leaked, and the city walls must be filled with soldiers. The simple rumor, "Food and fodder cut off, ammunition exhausted, and food and ammunition depleted," conceals far more than reality. Human nature is such that, initially hungry, they can rely on the military's prestige to distribute food. However, when they grow hungrier, they can only scrape grass and tree bark to satisfy their hunger. Finally, starvation ravages them, and even the most iron-fisted military orders cannot contain them. Everyone robs, kills, and even eats each other. The blood on the ground refuses to dry, and the world is littered with broken arms and legs, rivers of blood and mountains of corpses. Wandering spirits are delirious and horrifying.

The scenes inside and outside the second city wall are extremely disjointed. This must not be the actual situation back then, but it can still be used as a reference.

On the tallest building, the Grand Council, lights still shone all night long amidst the river of blood flowing on the ground. The spirits of the generals were still lingering in the decisive battle of that year, engaged in a heated argument.

"The captains under my command can no longer hold on!"

"Wait a little longer, the food and supplies will be here soon."

"I killed two looters. After I killed two, five more came. There were more and more. There was really nothing I could do..."

"The last of the food and fodder was given to the civilians outside." Feng Ye said, "Perhaps the general also knew that he was powerless to save the situation and that everyone would die. At least he didn't order the door to be opened until his death."

If the irrational soldiers faced the ordinary citizens, it would be a massacre. This kind of thing must not happen. The general should have chosen to lose the key in the end and be forced to sink in this sea of ​​blood.

Qiao Lingshan said: "...Alas."

Yun Xian's brows furrowed slightly.

The resentment of a hundred thousand lives catalyzed into a single leader, and now she was about to seize it. War was cruel, and she had to stop it. If she didn't get the top spot, who knew which small town in the Eastern Realm would not end up like this?

The wandering spirits were full of blood and energy, and any one of them was a high-level Jindan. Yun Xian and the other two did not dare to disturb them, so they could only stand in a row against the wall and move to the side little by little.

Like three crabs.

All he saw were broken limbs. Yun Xian finally found a place to hide and fell down with a thud.

Qiao Lingshan also silently carried Feng Ye and found another place to lie down. She had become much more skilled during this period.

"Logically speaking, we can't be the only ones here." Yun Xian thought, "There's at least one other sect. Let me think. Is it Miss Ji? Or the monks? But the master wouldn't do something sneaky like stealing keys. Could it be Xue Lingxiu? He wouldn't bring a cleansing talisman with him when he gets here, would he?"

At this moment, Yun Xian's left arm felt a familiar pain again.

It was so familiar. It hurt the same when I first came to Zhongcheng. I knew something was wrong with Taiping. Yun Xian lowered his eyes, raised his palm, and saw a green eyeball.

"What's wrong with you?" Yun Xian asked in surprise, "You look as pale as ashes."

I don't know how she could tell from one eye that her face was as pale as a dust.

"Heck." Taiping made a sound similar to vomiting, and then a dead worm squeezed out of his eyeball.

Yun Xian: "...I know I'm more receptive to strange things like this. But there's no need to test me like this, okay Taiping?"

Taiping was afraid that she would find out that he had not only eaten insects but also a lot of apples, so he quickly changed the subject: "This is the Gu worm from Jimo Shu, not the mother Gu. It's too poisonous. I can only kill it and can't eat it."

Yun Xian: "I would be troubled if you could eat it."

"Is this the key point?" Taiping said, "Jimo Shu wants to cast a curse on someone. Don't you want to know who she wants to cast the curse on?"

Yun Xian said, "I placed the Great Desolate Pearl on her because I knew she was going to cast a spell on her."

"What?" Taiping was stunned. "You actually... But what would you have done if she had refused to accept the Great Desolate Pearl?"

"I have to grab it with both hands and make sure both hands are strong." Yun Xian said expressionlessly: "In the moment you were observing her body, I implanted the sword mark on her."

Taiping was shocked by her rare peak of intelligence. This is not the silly Le Xiaoyun from before!

"This isn't good." As a fellow demon, Taiping suddenly felt a sense of grief, and whispered softly, "The witch trusted you so much."

"It's very bad." Yun Xian did something bad, but he didn't deny that he had used Jimo Shu. He said, "I didn't mean to kill her, don't worry."

In the storybook, Jimo Shu did come to the Four-way War in the beginning just to put a curse on the righteous people.

The demonic cult had arrived in such a large force, and the decent people were no fools. They'd let her in so carelessly, and the scrutiny must have been stricter than everyone else's combined. But somehow, this poisonous insect hadn't been discovered at all.

They say they are the righteous ones, but it's unclear who they are, and how to cast the spell. As soon as she appears, she's seduced by Zhong Changyao, and all her missions are forgotten. The subsequent setting seems to have been abandoned, and there's no clue what's going on.

The Great Wilderness Pearl and Sword Seal that Yun Xian gave her could only make her lose her ability to move when necessary, but Yun Xian hoped not to use them.

But now...

Yun Xian looked towards the Military Affairs Pavilion in the center. The leader was still quietly inserted on the mountain peak, seemingly a little closer to everyone, but Yun Xian knew that it was still very far away from being able to hold it in his own hands.

In the Grand Council, on the main seat, even though there was a wall between them and at such a long distance, Yun Xian could still feel the terrifying aura.

This general is worthy of being a general. He is only a step away from the out-of-body stage!

What is the concept of the out-of-body stage? The four supervisors outside are all in the distraction stage, only one level higher than it. They can press Yun Xian to the ground with one palm.

Yun Xian racked his brains but couldn't think of a way to get close to the leader without alerting the general's spirit.

This battle seemed inevitable. Forget about a stalemate, could we even contain them at all?

but……

"Lingshan, my head hurts." Yun Xian said in a voice transmission, "I need to hit you with my head!"

Seeing that she had been thinking alone for a long time, Qiao Lingshan came up with this conclusion: "Why rush? It's useless anyway. ... I've been thinking too!"

Feng Ye said weakly: "I heard footsteps... It seems like someone is coming."

Indeed, a group of unknown people had arrived. Yun Xian couldn't even identify the ten sects in the Western Realm, let alone what sect this was. But the fact that they had come here, judging by their formation and weapons, suggested they must be quite powerful.

It’s probably more powerful than Jiange, with about thirty music studios.

The wandering soldiers were cleared out, and the group seemed not to want to miss the opportunity and wanted to force their way in. The one in the front had already reached the ninth level of the Golden Core Realm and was very prominent in the secret realm, but when he flew over the Military Affairs Pavilion, his expression suddenly froze.

In just a moment, everything was reduced to ashes and nothing remained.

Finally, a spirit slowly walked out of the Military Affairs Council. She was wearing iron armor, holding a red tasseled spear, and had long hair tied up. Judging from her skeleton, it was a woman.

Everyone was stunned for a moment. In this gap where no one could react, the woman snorted coldly and stretched out her hands. Two figures were sucked in directly, their necks were broken, and their pupils turned pale in an instant, losing their life.

"Spies will not be allowed to enter our Great Cang territory." The woman was completely hollow from the belly down, and the wound was horrific, but she was completely unaware and shouted sternly, "Get out of here!"

It turns out that she is... the General!

There was no time to think. The general's spirit was unable to perceive the changes in the world and was still stuck in the purgatory of a thousand years ago. She waved her hand casually, and those hidden troops who failed to appear were directly beaten out. Their lives were immediately in danger, and there were screams everywhere. The dry ground was once again stained with blood that could not be identified.

Qiao Lingshan said anxiously: "Yun Xian!"

Yun Xianqishuang unsheathed his sword and said, "Taiping, you..."

At this moment, her head was pushed down again, and she fell back into the pile of rocks with a thud.

Um?

Why is this hand so big?

Yun Xian turned around and saw the man holding the Dongji Staff, still wearing the familiar flowered peacock robes. He looked at Yun Xian with a half smile and a half look of asking for a beating. He lowered his eyes and said to Yun Xian with a raised corner of his lip: "Stay here."

"...Qi Zhiye." It turned out that the place he entered was indeed a Buddhist village. Yun Xian said speechlessly, "Are you stealing my job?"

Qi Zhiye: "Who will take over whose job? Are you the monk or am I the monk?"

"Practice your profession and be careful with your words."

Behind the two men, all the disciples in the Buddhist village lowered their brows and eyes, and performed a light Buddhist salute.

The chief disciple of the Buddhist village rushed out, and the faint halo of the jade seal appeared in his sleeves. His face was as gloomy as water. He exchanged a palm strike with the general's spirit, vomited blood and retreated. After all, he saved a person.

He looked at the chaotic spirit with sadness in his eyes.

General...

"That's why I said I didn't want to open the Ancient Battlefield." Qi Zhiye watched as the Buddhist disciples sat down and formed seals to surround the general's spirit. His face was unclear as he said casually, "Here they go again. You won't fight for the top spot. This kind of job is a must-take."

Ever since the day that the eldest brother got the jade seal, he had expected this situation to happen.

Just as the formation was formed, a Buddhist disciple was shocked and bled from all seven orifices. His face showed pain, but he still put his hands together and opened the Golden Bell Cover together with the other monks.

Seeing his indifferent expression, Yun Xian asked, "Then do you want to compete for the championship?"

"...We'll talk about it when we have time."

Qi Zhiye sneered and dodged towards the center of the formation. When the Dongji staff was opened, the golden light of the entire formation suddenly became five times brighter.

"Even if I haven't learned the Golden Bell Cover, I can't not learn how to eat, right?"