The dawn breaks over the wilderness.

The clouds in the sky, illuminated by the slanting sunlight, are dyed a magnificent golden color and arranged across the sky, which is extremely beautiful. This is a rare and brief beauty that can only be seen at sunrise and dusk.

Beneath the golden glow of the clouds, fanged serpents constructed from mist swam through the sky, battling the purple-flower-like disciples of Zhaoye Palace. Sword flashes occasionally emanated, purple flames exploded, and chunks of the giant snakes were blown away, carrying away scattered scales. These giant snakes also devoured the wandering purple-robed disciples, shredding them into tiny pieces and scattering bloody foam.

When the sun completely jumped out of the ground, there were only three giant snakes left in the sky, and there were only a few disciples from the main lineage of Zhaoye Palace fighting against them.

Bang——

Another true disciple exploded in mid-air, shattering half of a giant snake's body.

"Let's go!" Taking advantage of this opportunity, the only remaining true disciple led the others to retreat, running towards the direction of the valley like a stream of light.

"Hahaha, this is so funny...haha..." He Ling stood on the top of the mountain and laughed out loud, as if all the resentment that had been suppressed in his heart for many years was released at once, and he felt indescribably refreshed.

In the early morning in the mountains, a slight chill was felt in the wind. A disciple waited until He Ling finished laughing before carefully walking up to him and asking him questions.

"What should we do now, Uncle He Ling? The main lineage and the dynasty government have discovered our intentions." He felt a little uneasy and was not happy about his victory just now.

He Ling also turned around at this time and looked at the sixty or so disciples left in front of him, feeling a little sad.

"I know what everyone is worried about, and maybe a lot of you hate me, but there's no choice now, right?"

"We'll capture that shrine, connect to the dragon vein, enter the secret realm, advance, and then we'll travel far away."

"Even if they have a way to transmit information, it will take several days for the dynasty's latest dragon cavalry corps to mobilize. What we can do is to capture that garrison as quickly as possible."

"This is the last battle. After it's over, you won't have to suffer with me anymore." Master He Ling announced the next direction, temporarily calming people's hearts.

"Let's go."

Then the remaining clouds and mist in the sky rolled down like a snake, wrapped around the huge metal furnace, lifted it up, and flew towards the valley. The rebellious purple-robed disciples followed, drawing long trails of light in the sky.

In the valley, a tense and uneasy mood was everywhere. After seeing the main disciples of Zhaoye Palace were defeated, everyone else was terrified.

"How, how is it possible...isn't that a big sect coming to our door?" A soldier muttered to himself, his eyes full of disbelief.

In the minds of many people, the figures from the big sects are like immortals in the sky and almost omnipotent. How could they be defeated like this?

"This...this..." Another ordinary soldier looked at the huge metal furnace flying from the sky, his teeth chattering and his body almost unstable.

Boom——

Early in the morning, while many members of the Youchi clan were still secretly praying, a massive alchemy furnace, about twenty meters tall, plummeted from the sky, crashing into the valley, sending up waves of shattered blood foam and countless screams.

Then three cloud-like snakes jumped out from the alchemy furnace, choosing people to bite, and their bodies gradually turned a hint of blood red.

Seeing this critical moment coming, a dozen or so remaining dragon knights swooped down from the sky. Their bodies merged into one, turning into a stream of red flames. Their long dragon spears were like diamond chisels, crashing into the black and white metal furnace.

A deafening roar came from the metal furnace, and wherever the sound waves spread, countless ordinary people lost their hearing and had bleeding ears.

Although there was a possibility of accidental injury, they couldn't care less at the moment. In the eyes of these dragon knights, this alchemy furnace was the key to destroying those cloud and mist snakes.

Unfortunately, although the idea was right, the method was wrong. This ancient treasure was not fragile or easily damaged, otherwise those familiar Zhaoye Palace disciples would have attacked the alchemy furnace long ago.

The dragon spears broke, the fire dragons roared, and the dragon knights were repulsed by the impact, their internal organs bleeding and their heads dizzy. Seeing these people attacking the alchemy furnace, the remaining cloud and mist snakes became furious. They turned their heads and bit the wings of the fire-scale flying dragons, tearing off large pieces of flesh and exposing the white bones.

At the same time, the remaining border army masters, ghost-slaying messengers, and surviving disciples of Zhaoye Palace also rushed over to fight the final battle.

The streak of light in the sky fell, and He Ling led the remaining rebellious disciples to charge in, bringing up gusts of bloody wind, and a fierce and chaotic battle broke out again in the valley.

Inside the shrine.

At this moment, Tu Haoyang stood in the corner, looking at the dignified witch in black gorgeous clothes standing in the hall. He bowed respectfully, then slowly stepped out, leaving the hall to the women in white standing in it.

Just as the fierce battle was going on in the valley, the sound of swaying copper bells began to ring out from the shrine. Nearly a hundred women from the Youchi tribe dressed in white stood in the hall, chanting in low voices and then dancing slowly.

When the ceremony inside the shrine began, those who had been preparing for a long time outside the shrine followed suit.

In the past, the open space outside the shrine was already filled with people, kneeling on the ground, dressed in white, covering their faces with white cloths, and singing in a low chorus. This went on row after row, row after row, until finally, looking out beyond the shrine, all that was left was a sea of ​​white clothes.

White banners hung in the air, with the strips drooping and swaying in the wind. Some of the copper pieces collided with each other in the air, making a melodious and ethereal sound.

An ancient and desolate song slowly rose in the shrine, and then the sound of huge drums began to sound.

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