Chapter 571: Too Much

Since ancient times, people in the Xuanmen sect have been able to enter the world, usually experiencing trials and tribulations with a detached attitude.

However, there is a universally recognized rule among the righteous Xuanmen in the world: when two armies are facing each other, they are not allowed to use Xuanmen methods to interfere in the war in the mortal world.

Therefore, even though the things in Yuwen Ye's Qiankun bag were enough for him to defeat the Xilan enemy army alone, he never had this idea and always led his troops to fight in the way of the mortal battlefield.

But now, there are countless casualties on the battlefield but no wandering souls, and the enemy commander is confirmed to be a member of the Xuanmen.

Seeing the tens of thousands of soldiers outside the city rushing forward to die despite knowing they had no chance of winning, he did not waver at all.

Yuwen Ye could be sure that Qiu Tong was clearly planning to use extraordinary means to control these tens of thousands of troops to die!

Realizing this, his eyes flashed, and he immediately raised his hand again, shooting silver crossbow arrows at Qiu Tong continuously.

Qiu Tong raised his hand again, and this time Yuwen Ye saw clearly that he threw out several talismans, which quickly met the silver crossbow, intercepted it in the air, and made a sharp explosion.

Yuwen Ye missed several attacks and frowned.

It's not that he doesn't have more powerful means, but his Xuanmen identity has always been a secret. If he takes out a magic weapon that is too obvious on this battlefield, I'm afraid he won't be able to hide it.

However, he couldn't care less about it at the moment. He didn't know what would happen if the tens of thousands of people on the opposite side were wiped out. Yuwen Ye had a hunch that the situation would be very serious.

He hesitated for a moment and was about to take out a more lethal weapon from his Qiankun bag when Qiu Tong took the initiative to attack.

He raised his hand and threw something in the direction of Yuwen Ye. The black thing flew straight towards Yuwen Ye and unfolded halfway. It turned out to be a black net made of unknown material.

Yuwen Ye watched the net coming towards him, and immediately raised his hand to shoot a crossbow arrow. The two collided with each other with a loud noise, and the crossbow arrow was blown away. The net shook but did not waver, and continued to cover him.

Seeing that he was about to be covered by the black net, Yuwen Ye suddenly tore off a jade pendant from his body and poured spiritual power into it.

The jade pendant glowed with light, and a translucent formation unfolded in front of him, separating the black net several steps away, and remained in a stalemate.

And just as the two were in a stalemate, the remaining Xilan army was killed or wounded, and the plain below the city became a river of blood.

Qiu Tong seemed to have finally waited for this moment. He suddenly snorted coldly and retracted his strength. The net immediately retreated. Yuwen Ye realized something, but it was too late to stop it.

Qiu Tong raised his hand and threw out a small flag. The flag grew in the wind, emitting bursts of yin energy.

The corpses on the entire battlefield were emitting a little black air, which floated towards the flag.

Qiu Tong finally felt that the time was ripe, sneered, and made hand gestures to urge the attack.

In the eyes of everyone in Beicang, thousands of ghosts suddenly emerged from the flag, more and more covering the sky and the sun, rushing straight towards the defenders of Suiyang City!

Yuwen Ye took a breath of cold air.

He realized that Qiu Tong had a conspiracy, but he didn't expect the other party to be so generous as to mobilize the souls of tens of thousands of newly dead soldiers to counterattack and attack the city!

No matter how powerful the heavy crossbow is, it is only effective against living people. The defenders in the city looked at the overwhelming army of ghosts and subconsciously continued to activate the heavy crossbow, but they could not stop the souls from approaching.

Cold sweat broke out on Yuwen Ye's forehead. With such a huge number of ghosts, he could not stop them alone.

The tens of thousands of Beicang soldiers in the city were about to be devoured by these ghosts. Even if he tried his best, he could not save a few people.

But if he was asked to abandon everyone and escape, he simply couldn't do it.

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Yuwen Ye's eyes. He gritted his teeth and was about to take out a large magic weapon from his Qiankun bag when he suddenly felt something strange in the space behind him.

Then he remembered the stern shouts of his personal soldiers:

“Who is it?”

"Your Highness, be careful!"

"Protect His Highness and capture the assassin!"

Yuwen Ye turned his head suddenly and was stunned again.

Yun Qingqing was putting away the talisman in her hand, taking off the hairpin on her head and turning it into a sword in her hand, and glanced at him.

"Everyone, retreat!" Yuwen Ye shouted to his personal soldiers, his face filled with anxiety and surprise. "Yun Qingqing? Why are you here? It's dangerous..."

Yun Qingqing had no time to say anything more. She tiptoed past him and jumped out of the city wall. Her slender figure was like a flash of white lightning, heading straight towards the overwhelming army of ghosts.

Yu Wen Ye's pupils shrank, and before he could shout, he saw a golden light suddenly explode in front of him.

Wherever the golden light reached, the evil aura on the resentful soul immediately dissipated and it stopped moving forward.

Yuwen Ye stared at this miraculous scene with wide eyes, and his shock was no less than that of the many soldiers on the city wall.

Compared to the time in the secret realm when he saw Yun Qingqing kill the ferocious beast with one sword, the scene this time was even more shocking to him.

What is the limit of this woman's strength?

Qiu Tong, the only one left on the Xilan side, changed his expression, pointed his sword at Yun Qingqing and asked sternly:

“Who is coming…!”

Before he could finish his words, Yun Qingqing arrived in front of him as fast as lightning and stabbed him in the middle of his eyebrows with a sword.

Qiu Tong didn't even have a chance to dodge and became motionless on the spot.

Yun Qingqing drew his sword expressionlessly, frowned slightly as he looked at the fallen corpse, and without saying a word, he turned his gaze to the flag floating in the air, and there was a ripple in his cold eyes.

This Yin Flag move is so similar to the one Qing Xuanzi used during the Tiansha Disaster in Pingzhou!

Sure enough, it was another evil creature made from infant bones!

Yun Qingqing put away the Dawn, raised his hand and threw out eight talismans, slowly building a talisman formation around the Yin-summoning flag, gradually suppressing the evil spirit.

Yuwen Ye watched her every move intently, and suddenly felt something moving in the corner of his eye.

He shifted his gaze and discovered that behind Yun Qingqing, Qiu Tong, who was lying on the ground and should have died, suddenly moved.

Yuwen Ye took a breath:

"Watch your back!"

While urgently reminding, he jumped down from the top of the city wall and flew straight towards this side.

However, seeing that it was too late, Qiu Tong suddenly jumped up from the ground, drew his sword and stabbed Yun Qingqing in the back, piercing through her with one blow!

Yuwen Ye's pupils shrank sharply, and he felt a suffocating feeling as if thousands of arrows were piercing his heart. His eyes went dark and he fell down for a while. At the critical moment, his eyes became clear again, and he managed to steady his body and land on the ground.

Qiu Tong drew his sword and laughed sinisterly as he looked at the fallen woman. The bloody hole on her forehead was still there, but her eyes had turned pitch black and she exuded a murderous aura.

"Hehehe... Where did this little thing come from... It's quite powerful, it almost ruined my life..."

"It's a shame I'm a rookie with no experience, so I got it so easily... Such a delicious little thing, I think the soul will definitely... ah!"

Qiu Tong was squatting down and trying to turn the fallen woman over when he was suddenly hit hard by a spiritual force and was blown three meters away.

He tried to get up with a distorted face, but was tied up tightly by a flying rope.

Qiu Tong raised his head with difficulty, looked at the man walking towards him with a gloomy face, and gnashed his teeth:

"Yuwen Ye! I underestimated you...ah!"

Yuwen Ye raised his sleeves suddenly, and another spiritual power knocked him away.

Qiu Tong was tied up tightly with ropes and fell to the ground without any ability to fight back. His voice became more and more gloomy:

"Hehehe... That little bastard who ruined my life is doomed to fail! You just..."

Yuwen Ye swung out another spiritual power and knocked him away.

This time, Qiu Tong fell to the ground like a rag. A faint shadow overflowed from the top of his head and floated quickly into the distance, and the body no longer moved at all.

Yuwen Ye stared at the shadow drifting away with cold eyes and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, a hint of resentment filled his phoenix eyes. He walked slowly to the woman lying motionless on the ground, but did not look down.

He spoke softly into the air:

"Master, this isn't right. Aren't you going a bit too far?"