The situation in the border areas, with the Guangxiu Immortal Sect and the Langya Immortal Sect fighting each other, caused a lot of turmoil, but after twenty years, a balance was gradually formed and stability was achieved.
Unfortunately, it is not peaceful after all.
The Zixi Immortal Sect has entered the scene! It has joined forces with Langya to attack the Guangxiu Immortal Sect.
A single stone caused a thousand ripples, and the fragile balance and order was shattered in an instant, like a flood that submerged the earth, sweeping across thousands of miles, even the Jiuxiao Immortal Sect and the Chiling Immortal Sect were affected.
The entire border area is in chaos, and the turmoil that happened more than a hundred years ago is about to happen again.
"kill!"
The shouts of killing shook the sky.
Above Lingbei Lake, two groups of people came one after the other. They were from different factions, but their auras were equally strong and powerful. They must be cultivators from the Immortal Sect.
These were cultivators from the Langya Immortal Sect and the Zixi Immortal Sect. The two sects had reached some kind of agreement, and they advanced and retreated together to attack the Guangxiu Immortal Sect.
The fight between people of the same level is the most brutal.
Especially when one side has a large number of people, the balance of victory will tilt and cannot be stopped.
"Hold it! You must hold it!"
The person in charge of Lingbei Lake is strong and courageous. He directly acts as the vanguard. His momentum is like a mountain, and one man can block the passage of ten thousand.
He tried his best to hold on to the precarious situation and was unwilling to give up.
The monks leading the two sects came up, sneered, and attacked without mercy. The rolling magic power hit him down with a bang, and he couldn't even raise his head.
"puff"
He vomited blood while fighting, and his burly body gradually became hunched until he fell on the edge of Lingbei Lake.
Looking again, the clear Lingbei Lake had been dyed with a faint red color, and many corpses were floating on it, which was extremely terrifying.
…
Dayao Mountain.
Two groups of monks came galloping over, with fierce light flashing in their eyes, like lightning, destroying the world.
“Boom…”
They rushed forward, and many energies merged into one, like a rushing river in the sky, shaking the entire area.
The figures were in disarray, but like a well-trained battle formation, very coordinated, coming from all directions, to ensure that no one would slip through the net.
"Enemy attack."
A cultivator from the Guangxiu Immortal Sect roared in fear, apparently having seen the enemy's formation and knowing that something was wrong.
As soon as he finished speaking, he let a flying spear shoot him into the cliff, and his corpse was dripping with blood.
This seems like a foreshadowing.
The monks of Guangxiu Immortal Sect in Dayao Mountain were splashing blood everywhere. The grass and trees were dyed a deep red, the rocks were bright red, and the smell of blood was pungent.
"I made it through it back then, so there's nothing to be afraid of today."
The old man with a broken arm stationed at Dayao Mountain had participated in the last game between the immortal sects. He was very open-minded and determined. He defended his territory with one arm and killed the enemies with a wave of his one arm.
"Old man, you can only do it once, not twice."
"You are not in good health anymore."
"Death."
What he got was a laugh. As they were all from the same sect, the gap between them was not big. Even though their minds were firm and hard to change, it was difficult to make up for the difference in numbers.
The two men joined forces, and the techniques running in their bodies were different, but equally powerful. One of them formed a seal, and the other clenched his fist, and they made Xu Tian shake.
The old man with the one-armed man used his magic power like water, trying to resolve the attacks from both sides, but it was really difficult and he fell into danger.
"roar"
In the face of danger, he showed no fear, waving his broken arm and completely disregarding life and death. He locked his aura on the cultivator from Langya Immortal Sect and rushed straight towards him with his punch as fast as lightning.
During the process, cultivators from the Zixi Immortal Sect attacked him, but he remained unshakable and went forward to kill them despite the inevitable death.
"puff"
In the end, the old man with the one-armed died, but his broken arm came out of the chest of one of the enemies. The two were enemies, but after death they were piled together, which is also sad.
"You are so domineering. I'll set you on fire and send you away."
The leader of the Zi Xi Immortal Sect sighed, gave the old man with a broken arm some decency, and set fire to Dayao Mountain, burying everything in the fire.
…
Wind Dragon Pendant.
It was an extremely dangerous place with polluted spiritual energy. The Wenji Division of the Law Enforcement Hall was trapped here. The troops of the Langya Immortal Sect surrounded them with a mighty force. Their magic tricks were like torrential rain and raging wind, raining down on them with crackling sounds.
Everyone in the Law Enforcement Hall was covered in blood and exhausted. They were like a broken ship that could be destroyed by a huge wave at any time.
"Has the reinforcements not arrived yet?"
The veteran soldier of the Wenji Division growled.
They couldn't hold on for long and needed assistance, but at that time the Guangxiu Immortal Sect was in flames on all sides and needed people everywhere, so it was not easy to get help.
"clang"
At this time, a flash of sword light fell down, dividing the earth and retreating the approaching monks of Langya Immortal Sect.
Behind the sword light was a young man with slightly gray temples, sharp eyes, and some blood stains on his body. It seemed that he traveled to various places to kill enemies and his life was not idle.
"Director of the Iron Punishment Department, he came here alone, this..."
Someone recognized Chang Silu, who had killed a group of criminals in front of Guishen Mountain and became famous in one battle. He also protected his people when the sky was falling and the earth was collapsing. He was capable and loyal, so he was recommended as the director of the Iron Punishment Department.
With this person coming to their aid, they felt a little relieved that they were not abandoned.
But there is another worry. I often think that a single swordsman, facing such a huge battle, may not be able to save the situation and may even lose his life.
They really didn't want such a strong man in their sect to die of exhaustion, and they felt very conflicted.
"We actually caught a big one."
Here, the leader of the Langya Immortal Sect, Gu Hai, had his eyes light up, nodded with satisfaction, and waved his hand, saying, "Start."
In an instant.
The entire Fenghuozhui seemed to be raging with a wind dragon. Gusts of wind as sharp as sword energy rose from all directions and surrounded Chang Silu and others.
"All of you must die."
Gu Hai said coldly.
Then, there were sharp wind blades that shook the sky and flew away. The cultivators' magic was overwhelming and dense, and no one could dodge it.
In this kind of attack, the fierce light of the Langya monk is hidden, and he can rush out like a poisonous snake at any time and deal a heavy blow to the enemy.
"Then Chang will try to survive this death."
It’s not that Chang Silu was unaware of the danger, but he is just the kind of person who would give it a try as long as he thinks it’s worth it, no matter how it gets him killed.
This kind of firm will caused him to encounter disasters time and time again, and severely damaged his vitality.
But this was also the reason why he walked out of the Black Abyss Prison and got rid of his identity as a jailer. If he didn't have the awareness to take on the responsibility, why bother to wade into the muddy water? It would be better to just be an idle person.
"boom"
Chang Siliu practiced the Taibai West Sutra to the extreme, with a sharp aura emanating from his whole body. He swung the sword, and an extremely bright sword light poured out, destroying numerous attacks.
He leaped up to the top of the Wind and Fire Pendant and slashed it with his sword, trying to destroy the feng shui terrain and break the formation.
"I have some skills, but the formation is set, and I can subdue the dragon and tiger."
Gu Hai would naturally not be careless. He made hand gestures and coordinated his body into a formation, like a god of the earth. He waved his hand and a whirring wind blew away the sword light.
He stepped on the ground and the terrain began to move. In an instant he was in front of Chang Siliu and punched him.
"Bang"
Chang Silu drew his sword and slashed, the blade brushed past Gu Hai's fist, leaving a white mark.
This is a powerful enemy, who is meticulous and has planned his battle formation long ago. His attack is like the suppression of heaven and earth, which is extremely terrifying.
"kill!"
What is even more difficult is that a large number of Langya monks, using up their often thought-provoking magic power, have organized themselves into an airtight net, with their swords swaying like stars in the sky, shining brightly.
Chang Silv's magic power was flowing and his breath was surging, but he finally couldn't bear it anymore. He groaned and blood spilt on the Wind Dragon Pendant.
"Master Chang!"
The cultivators of the Wen Ji tribe were anxious upon seeing this, but they were surrounded and had no way of going forward to help. They could only cry out in grief, feeling very sad.
"die!"
Gu Hai took advantage of the situation and charged forward, his aura so high that it almost reached the sky. He did not give Chang Silv any chance at all, making it clear that he wanted to force his opponent to death in one go.
He held the sword like a demon, the sword was shining with a hint of blood, and when he slashed down, it was like the hell of the dead souls was opened, and the breath of death was strong.
"roar"
At the critical moment, Chang Silu let out a long roar, and a fierce light flashed around his body. His eyes were like the sun and like sharp swords, giving people a feeling that they could not look directly at him.
He swung out with his sword, like a strong wind from the North Sea, destroying everything in sight.
Gu Hai's attack collapsed instantly, and he flew backwards, covered in blood, seriously injured.
“You are destroying lives.”
He saw something, but he could do nothing about it. He said in shock, "But what kind of secret method is this? It's so terrifying."
Chang Silu once again forced himself to activate the Taibai West Sutra and started killing people brazenly.
This battle once again demonstrated the extreme and terrifying nature of Yangjian Peak's inheritance. It was like an uncontrollable beast that swallowed up everything.
Kill the enemy, kill yourself.
The monks of the Law Enforcement Hall were saved.
After Gu Hai's death, a large number of Langya Immortal Sect's cultivators dispersed in fear.
Always think about victory.
But it was a tragic victory.
Lingbei Lake was blood red, Dayao Mountain was in ruins, Fenglongzhu was involved in a bloody battle, and news of this flew into the Guangxiu Immortal Sect like snowflakes. This behemoth was tossed around and covered in wounds.
One year, two years, five years...
It is an indisputable fact that the Guangxiu Immortal Sect is weak. It is really difficult for the two major sects to join forces to encircle them.
Many people are worried, but there is not much they can do.
…
Medicine house.
This is a fairyland within the outer gate. The thirty-six palaces are shining brightly, the fragrance of elixir is tangy and condenses into clouds, and all who come and go are practitioners of the alchemy path. It is truly enviable.
Among them, the Longxing Hall is the first of the thirty-six halls. It is extremely quiet and few people can set foot in it.
At this time, there were two people in the hall, one was a handsome young man, and the other was a thin and elegant old man, both of them were orthodox alchemists.
"Elder, the Immortal Sect is in turmoil, why not restart the camp plan."
The handsome young man has a deep connection with Yaolu. When he mentioned the "Camp Plan", his eyes lit up, showing deep longing and yearning.
Back then, the situation was even more intense than this. The ancestors of their Yaolu still maintained the peace of the Immortal Sect. As a descendant, he is also determined to protect the territory.
"The game between immortal sects is no joke. Once you are on the front line, no one can guarantee your safety."
The gaunt old man was someone who had experienced it personally. No matter how solid the Yaolu camp was, it would still be broken by the bombardment of the magical powers of a powerful cultivator.
It is never easy to achieve success, and it is common to sacrifice one's life and get nothing in return.
“Perhaps, this is an opportunity.”
The handsome young man insisted.
The two men stared at each other, neither looking away nor speaking, and the hall suddenly became quiet.
"Back then, before Elder Chen Sheng passed away, he passed the throne to Senior Shang Qu, saying that I would be the next in line..."
The gaunt old man had a distant look in his eyes. When he turned around, his demeanor was very familiar. It was Zhou Yi, the third-generation successor that Mr. Chen had been most optimistic about in the past.
He grew up when Yaolu was at its peak, lived through the era of Shangqu, and eventually held power until today.
"Zhou Xian, if you really want to start the camp plan and go to the front line, don't regret it even if you know it is dangerous."
Zhou Yi turned around with complicated eyes and revealed the handsome young man's origins.
This is a member of the Zhou family, a descendant of Zhou Lie and Zhou Huang, and they can call Chen Sheng "the ancestor".
Given this relationship, he really didn't want Zhou Huang, a young hero, to go out and take risks. Zhou Huang's past was really shocking.
"I will not bring shame to the medicine house, nor will I embarrass my master."
Zhou Xian was very determined. The glory of his lineage had been dormant for many years, or it could be said that it had never truly blossomed, and was more of a legacy.
By the time of Zhou Huang's generation, he should have been the most popular, but unfortunately he died young. Fortunately, he had some talent, so he was unwilling to live in peace.
"Well, go ahead."
Zhou Yi thought about it and stopped trying to stop him. Perhaps Zhou Xian would be like Elder Shang Qu, cultivating the camp deeply, laying the foundation, and leading an era.
"Elder, take care."
Finally getting a promise, Zhou Xian was overjoyed and ran excitedly to prepare.
“I just hope that my decision is the right one.”
Behind him, Zhou Yi was silent. The border area was dangerous at this time, and it would be extremely dangerous to join in the game and stand out.
However, he did not deny Zhou Xian's talent. The emergence of Yaolu Camp could indeed stabilize the precarious situation.
This was something that had been verified back then. When an alchemist worked with a cultivator who was skilled in killing, terrifying power would be unleashed.
…
In the vast land, there is a ruin among the mountains. It looks like a camp. There are many traces of battle in the ruins, old and countless.
From the outside, we can no longer see the former glory here, but in people's memory, it has never faded.
"This is where our ancestors fought hard. I am here."
Zhou Xian came to this place that only appeared in ancient books. It was the first time he stood here. Even though he was facing a ruin, he still felt excited and excited.
Like a holy place!
He will repeat what his ancestors did and build an indestructible fortress among the mountains to resist foreign enemies.
"Master Zhou Xian, Qingping Valley's attitude is unclear. We must be careful."
Behind Zhou Xian, there was a group of followers, all of whom were from the medicine house. There were apprentices in alchemy, people who grew spiritual herbs, and fighting monks.
An experienced old man secretly reminded that more than a hundred years ago, a latent dragon emerged from the abyss in Qingping Valley after a battle, and its power was too great to be suppressed. Although it did not show any signs of rebelling against the Guangxiu Immortal Sect, its attitude was ambiguous, which made people suspicious.
"Qingping Valley? This lineage has a good relationship with the founder. As long as the old friend is still here, they shouldn't attack me."
Zhou Xian had also done some research and knew the severity of the situation. He said, "Let's stay here. If something goes wrong, we can withdraw."
The person who is now in charge of Qingping Valley is very powerful. He can already make moves on the chessboard in the border area.
His lineage has a deep connection with Qingping Valley. At the critical moment, for the sake of the ancestors, they can ask for a lot of help.
"yes."
Since Zhou Xian knew it, the old man stopped talking and directed everyone to start building a camp here.
As expected, the earth's veins and energy, as well as some tiny bits of spiritual energy, were not destroyed.
This made the reconstruction of the camp very smooth, and within three or two days, the outline of the camp could be seen.
Then……
Some were setting up the formation, some were cultivating the soil, and some were perfecting the buildings, all of them were busy and having a lot of fun.
About half a month later.
In the mountains, a tall and solid fortress has been erected. It looks like a weapon of war, but inside it is full of vitality.
In the medicine garden, the first cultivated spiritual soil has been sown with seeds, sprouted, and a little bit of green, which is particularly pleasing to the eye.
(End of this chapter)