The sound of a horn could be heard faintly in the fog.

The heavy sound of horse hooves gradually approached, seeping through the thick fog and spreading into the mountains and forests.

The army moved forward slowly in the thick fog. The iron armor emitted a cold light, but was also obscured by the fog and became unclear.

The monks' steps were steady and orderly, and the sound of iron and blood rubbing against the soil echoed in the mist. The war horses lowered their heads and walked forward, with white air coming out of their noses, which seemed like a phantom through the thick fog.

The five armies responded to each other and marched through the mountains and hills, like a slow and heavy giant snake, winding in the fog.

The thick fog gradually dissipated in the afternoon.

The marching speed of the entire army was also increased.

When the sun was setting, at Sun Gan's command, the entire army slowly stopped, occupied their respective territories, and began to set up camp.

The next day, at dawn, the army set out again.

After marching like this for two days, the gap between the armies gradually widened.

In the commander's tent, Sun Gan looked at the map, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

He pointed at the sign of the Third General Camp and asked the people in the tent, "What's going on with the Third General Camp? Why is the marching speed so slow? It's actually ten miles behind the Red Flower Camp!"

The deputy general said, "Your Excellency, the three camps strictly follow the long snake formation, which makes it difficult for the entire army to speed up. The monks often have to stop and rest after walking for half an hour to replenish their mana and physical strength."

Sun Gan stared, "What the hell are Liu Er and his gang doing? They are acting like this before they even get to the front line? They are delaying their trip. Are they afraid of going to the front line?"

Another deputy general sneered: "They announced to the public that they were replacing training with marching."

"The key point is that their march is in compliance with military law, and we cannot hold them responsible for this matter."

"In my opinion, these people are cowards, as can be seen from the fact that they avoided the responsibility of being the vanguard when they set out."

"The so-called three generals Liu Er, Guan Hong, and Zhang Hei are just third-rate golden elixirs and are unknown."

"The reason you came to join the war was to get something for free, to take advantage of others. How could you be like us, serving the country and the people?"

Sun Gan looked at the deputy general, very dissatisfied: "I entrusted the march to you, didn't you order the three generals to speed up halfway?"

The deputy general smiled bitterly: "Sir, I have sent messengers to urge them many times, but the three generals' camp still do as they please."

"They even gave us a prophecy poem, saying that it was predicted by their military advisor, and asked us to be careful and guard against it!"

"Oh? A prophetic poem?" Sun Gan's expression faltered for a moment, then his eyebrows twitched and he asked in detail, "How was the poem written?"

The deputy general responded: "Horse hooves trample the fallen flowers, the wind blows and the shadows sink into the sand. Who can keep the moon bright, and who can bury the mist and clouds?"

Sun Gan frowned slightly and pondered carefully: "This poem is ominous. Who wrote it?"

Deputy General: "He is a young foundation-building cultivator named Ning Zhuo, from the Nandou Kingdom."

Sun Gan's frown immediately relaxed: "He is just a young man who has just established his foundation, and he is also a cultivator from another country. Haha. It is ridiculous that the three generals believe in the divination of such a person!"

"Pass my military orders!"

"Liu Er, the third general, believed the prophecy and delayed the military plan. He will be punished with 60 strokes of the cane and ordered to wait until the army reaches Mulun Town before taking action."

The messenger immediately received the military order and ran out with the message.

Sun Gan lowered his head and continued to study the military map.

He frowned again: "The location of Red Flower Camp is a bit wrong, what's going on?"

The deputy general said, "Sir, it is said that General Mulan also believed in this prophecy, so he has been organizing the flowing water battle formation during the march to prevent any accidents."

"That's how it is..." Sun Gan murmured, secretly shocked.

Although the flowing water formation also has the advantage of marching, it is extremely difficult to sustain it for a long time.

This can be seen by comparing the three generals' camps.

But the Red Flower Camp actually held out for so long, and used battle formations to march forward, and its overall progress was able to keep up with the main force.

"The Red Flower Battalion is so well-trained that it can almost rival our Golden Halberd Army!"

"Although this general's mansion has declined, it still has some military foundation. The remaining veterans and backbones are extraordinary."

Sun Gan was a veteran in the army and realized this immediately, but he still said verbally: "Mulan actually believed the prophecy poem written by a child?"

"Haha, she is a girl after all, with long hair and little knowledge! There is no one to take over the general's mansion."

The deputy general quickly agreed with a smile.

Sun Gan thought: "Mulan has the prestige of the general, this seems to be a good opportunity to let her lose face."

"General Mu's prestige in the army is very high. We have to do this first, and weaken it step by step until it reaches a very low level."

"In this way, our pursuit of the position of general will be justified and natural."

Sun Gan is the commander of the imperial guards. It is true that he holds a high position and has great power, but the position of commander of the imperial guards is not as good as that of general!

There are only three generals in the two countries.

As General Mu has been bedridden for many years, his General's Mansion has become a piece of fat meat that others are eyeing.

According to common sense, the Mu family should not be the one to lead the army this time. However, with the tacit agreement of many people, General Mu was recommended to lead the army.

Mulan joins the army in place of her father, and the situation is grim, because she is facing not only the enemy, but also the covetousness of her own people!

Thinking of this, Sun Gan immediately ordered: "If we keep stopping and starting like this, when will we be able to reach Mulun Town and join the Marshal?"

“Too slow!”

"Pass the order down, starting tomorrow, march quickly!"

Thousand Peaks Forest.

Araki Peak.

This giant tree is a steep mountain, desolate and lonely. The whole mountain is covered with dead trees, with branches twisted like strange skeletons, densely stretched out.

The forest of dead trees stands tall, with deep roots and withered leaves, as if cursed. Walking among them is depressing.

In addition to the dead trees, there are wild grass and night vines, which tightly wrap around rocks and trees and sway in the wind.

The daytime sun here is often scorching, while the nights are extremely cold.

There was no sign of life except for the dead grass and trees.

Cave Master Mo Yuan, along with three Nascent Soul Cave Masters, disappeared and reached the top of Huangmu Peak.

Someone is already waiting here.

There are quite a few people.

These monks are generally tall, wearing revealing and tight clothes, with a very primitive beauty.

It can be recognized at a glance that these people are barbarian monks.

"The human race is coming." The first person to sense the approach of Cave Master Mo Yuan and others was a blind barbarian.

The barbarian had his eyes covered with a black cloth, his face was resolute, his bones were deep, his upper body was naked, and there were blood totems on his skin. His lower body was a pair of animal skin pants, which were tightened with a belt at the bottom to facilitate movement.

He carried two huge scimitars on his back, the blades were extremely curved, like a crescent moon. Although they were sheathed, there were still strands of cold moonlight flowing out.

Cang Yue tribe, Di Lu! Next to Di Lu stood a Nascent Soul cultivator from the same tribe.

He had blue hair, was tall and thin, had strong muscles, and had distinct textures. His skin was as pale as death ice, and there were wolf claw patterns on his forehead and cheeks that symbolized the tribe.

He was carrying a huge mace on his back, and there was a circle of bloodshot around the edges of his eyes.

Cang Yue tribe, Gu Ya! Gu Ya's nostrils twitched, he sniffed, opened his mouth, and revealed his jagged white teeth: "Hmm, I smell a bloody smell, it's not fresh, it has a foul odor, there must be the Blood Shadow kid from the Liudong Sect."

Gu Ya also has the cultivation level of Nascent Soul.

Xueying snorted coldly. He had fought with Gu Ya before, and more than once.

He immediately showed up, his murderous intent emanating from him: "Old Wolf, if you don't break through to the Spiritual Transformation Stage, your life will soon be over, right? Aren't you afraid that I will patronize your family after you die?"

"I will definitely avenge you for hunting me down back then."

As a result, Gu Ya said indifferently: "Go ahead and kill them. If they die in your hands, that is their fate."

Blood Shadow revealed a sinister look: "I forgot to tell you, not only will I kill them, I will also extract their souls and burn them in the sunlight until they perish."

Gu Ya was immediately furious: "How dare you! Blood Shadow boy, before I die, I will definitely visit your cave and take you down with me."

The Cang Yue tribe believed in the ancient god Cang Yue. Death in the sun was considered blasphemous. After death, the soul would no longer ascend to Cang Yue and would not be accepted by the ancient god Cang Yue.

The threat from Bloodshadow touched Guya's reverse scale, making him angry.

"Haha, let's fight. What kind of men are you if you just keep quarreling? Fight! Fight quickly!" An old barbarian woman, who was afraid that the world would not be in chaos, started to make trouble, her voice as sharp as a crow.

She wore a cape woven from green vines, with dense animal bones and bird feathers hanging on it. Ancient talismans flashed from time to time on the animal bones and bird feathers.

Her skin was like tree bark, deeply wrinkled and very weathered.

Her eyes flashed with green light, which was creepy.

Her hands were as old as dead wood, with branches growing out from her fingertips like curved vines.

Ancient vine tribe, Nascent Soul cultivator, Green Vine Doctor! Next to her stood her husband, the Golden Core-level Cang Teng King.

King Cang Teng was wearing ancient vine armor. He had a rough face and looked middle-aged. His white beard and long hair were messy, and his brows were full of wildness.

He carried a huge black bow on his back, which was naturally bent without a string.

Cave Master Mo Yuan and others showed up, signaled with their eyes, and nodded slightly.

The ones who responded to him were three monks from the Hundred Poisons Tribe.

The leader was the Nascent Soul level Poison Belly High Priest Tu Ming, who was also at the Nascent Soul level.

On his left and right stood two Jindan monks, namely the poisonous general Diaoye and the extremely toxic man Wulan.

Gu Ya and Xue Ying didn't get along and continued to argue, their voices growing louder and their anger increasing.

Seeing that both sides were about to fight, neither Di Lu of the Cang Yue tribe nor Lu Hongtu, the master of Mo Yuan Cave, showed any signs of stopping them.

Not at all.

In the Qianfenglin area, actively easing one's attitude is often seen as weakness.

You have to show a tough attitude to win each other's respect! But the battle between Gu Ya and Xue Ying did not start in the end.

It was an old man who stopped them.

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He had a hunched body, a thin face, an ordinary appearance, mottled skin, and dim eyes as if he was dying.

He always holds an ancient walking stick with ginseng and dragon patterns carved on the top, and the stick body exudes a deep aura.

Seeing the old man appear, the human cultivators led by Mo Yuan and the barbarian cultivators all took the initiative to salute and respectfully addressed him, "Master Long."

This "Mr. Long" is also a Nascent Soul cultivator with a special status. He is the temple priest of the Dragon King Temple, representing a being at the level of incarnation—the Dragon King with the beard! "Hehe." Mr. Long smiled kindly, "Youngsters, stop fighting. Wouldn't it be better to save your strength to kill the enemy?"

"Yes, Master Long." Although Gu Ya is old, his age is not even a fraction of Master Long.

The Blood Shadow Cave Master seemed very obedient: "I will listen to you, Master Long!"

Master Long smiled, looked around, and then paused at Lu Hongtu, the master of Moyuan Cave, and praised him, "The great cave master personally dispatched and invited many Yuanying cultivators to help. The contribution is very great. After this battle, there will be a reward."

Lu Hongtu smiled immediately: "My Liudong Sect lives in the Thousand Peaks Forest, so we must do our best to defend our homeland and resist the enemy. Lord Dragon King God is fair in rewards and punishments, and we will definitely win this battle!"

Mr. Long smiled and nodded: "That's natural."

"Xiaofeng, Aguai, come out and tell everyone what information you have gathered."

The next moment, two Jindan-level cultivators fell from the sky and landed behind Master Long.

A demon cultivator with a human body and an eagle head, named Chen Lingfeng. He was originally a member of the demon beast tribe of Fengzhu Peak. He was born with talent and was spotted by the Shenxu Dragon King, who trained him to become a demon cultivator.

A cultivator named Wu Hen.

He was tall and thin, with a haggard and pale face, like a walking corpse.

His long hair was as black as ink, fluffy and disheveled, and the ends of his hair swayed gently in the air along with the shadows.

His eyes were sunken, with black bloodshot around the eye sockets, and he looked particularly gloomy.

He was wearing a black robe with the corners dragging on the ground. The surface of the robe was tattered, as if he had experienced countless life and death trials.

And at the edge where the robe touched the ground, the black shadow was twisted strangely, making people feel quite uncomfortable.

Master Long said, "Tell everyone about the military intelligence you have found out."

Wu Hen remained silent, and the demon cultivator Chen Lingfeng spoke up, "I have been hiding in the sky these past few days, overlooking the mountains, and always keeping an eye on the march of the two national rear armies."

"In the mountains, they were divided into five armies, responding to each other from front to back."

"The Barbarian Demon Camp is in the lead, followed by the White Jade Camp, the Golden Halberd Army in the middle, the Red Flower Camp after that, and finally the Three Generals Camp..."

Chen Lingfeng then described the dynamics of the entire army in detail.

After hearing the introduction, the monks all looked more relaxed.

"Although Sun Gan is the commander of the imperial guards, he seldom goes into battle often. He feels safe in the rear and actually marches quickly. Hehe." The Scorpion Cave Lord laughed sweetly, with murderous intent spreading across her.

Guya stuck out his bright red tongue, licked his teeth, and showed a bloodthirsty look: "The enemy general is stupid, this is our fighter plane."

Mo Yuan Cave Master Lu Hongtu put his hands behind his back and said thoughtfully: "Although this is the case, there are differences among the five armies. In my opinion, we should ambush the Golden Halberd Army with all our strength and cut off this army from the middle."

"The Vanguard Barbarian Demon Camp is the key to breaking the impasse. Although this army has a large number of people, they are all demon cultivators and barbarians. Even if they practice battle formations, the composition of the troops is mixed and it is difficult to lead them. In addition, Xu Dali is not a wise general. Once chaos breaks out, it will be difficult for him to organize a resistance with his talents."

"Once the Barbarian Demon Camp is defeated, we don't have to kill them all, we can just drive them away."

"Use them to attack the White Jade Camp. The White Jade Camp's commanders are both clean, and they are sons of nobles. They have few battle records, so they may not react enough or respond properly. Once the White Jade Camp's formation is disrupted, we can continue to attack them and let the main force directly attack the Golden Halberd Army!"

"Although the Golden Halberd Army is strong, they are few in number. In order to stand firm, they must kill their own soldiers. This will shake the morale of the army and will inevitably lead to a sharp drop in morale, which may expose their weaknesses."

"Once we seize this flaw, we will be able to win the battle and annihilate them all in one go. It is very likely that we will do so."

Lu Hongtu smiled and said in a grim tone: "As for the Red Flower Camp and the Three Generals Camp, they are not important."

"According to intelligence, these two armies are heavily guarded and marching in battle formation. Even if we ambush them, it will be difficult to be effective and we will easily be held back."

"Once the ambush is launched, every moment of delay will reduce our advantage by 10%."

"The most crucial thing is that these two armies are weak, and their generals are only at the Golden Core level. Even if we annihilate them completely, it will be difficult to compare to the results of killing the Golden Halberd Army!"

The practitioners were silent.

After a while, Master Long smiled and said, "As expected of you, the Grand Master of the Six Caves Sect. This is a good plan."

Di Lu from the Cang Yue tribe suddenly asked, "Isn't there another Fire Cloud Camp?"

Chen Lingfeng said: "This army has not yet set out. I think Canglin Immortal City is the rear base of the two countries this time, and it also needs troops to be stationed there."

The Demon Heart Cave Master pondered: "It's a bit strange."

"Commander-in-chief Sun Gan ordered a hasty march, so why did the last two armies march in battle formation and be so heavily guarded?"

This time, Wu Hen spoke up: "There is a prophetic poem..."

His voice was very strange and unpleasant, like the sharp scraping of fingertips on glass.

After his introduction, all the monks immediately knew Ning Zhuo's poems.

Horse hooves trample on fallen petals, wind blows and shadows sink into the sand. Who can keep the moon bright, and who can bury the mist?

"This poem seems to have anticipated our ambush?!" everyone was shocked.

"Are the two countries so full of talented people?"

"Who is this person? I must kill him to feel at ease!"

Wu Hen said, "This man's name is Ning Zhuo, but he is not from Liangzhu country. He is from the Ning family of Nandou country."

"Ning family in Nandou country?"

“I’ve never heard of that…”

"I've only heard of the Meng family and the Su family."

Wu Hen added: "The Ning family is from Beifeng Country. In the past, they migrated all the way, passing through Liangzhu Country, and finally merged into Nandou Country. They now live in Huoshi Mountain."

"The reason why Ning Zhuo joined the army was because the Ning family and the Liudong Sect had a feud. This time the war happened to start, and he wanted to take the opportunity to take revenge."

Everyone looked towards Liudong Sect.

"Ning family?" Cave Master Mo Yuan sighed in his heart. He recalled it and glanced at Cave Master Mo Xin beside him.

The Demon Heart Cave Master coughed.

Cave Master Mo Yuan runs the Six Caves Sect and actively makes friends with forces outside the mountain. The Ning family once had a Nascent Soul level cultivator and had trade relations with the Six Caves Sect, and they have a close relationship.

The Ning family migrated with their entire clan, and Cave Master Mo Yuan wanted to help them, but Cave Master Mo Xin and others had evil intentions and took advantage of Lu Hongtu's inattention to carry out their conspiracy.

After all, we cannot openly disobey the orders of the Great Cave Master.

As it turned out, the Ning family was lucky. They lost most of their property but managed to escape at the last moment.

"This is an old grudge." Cave Master Mo Yuan smiled calmly, "The little boy from the Ning family, who is only at the foundation building stage, dares to seek revenge. His courage is commendable. Great, this poem is great. I have another plan!"

Master Long: "Hmm? Great Cave Master, just go ahead and tell me."

The Lord of Moyuan Cave said, "The battle formation is difficult to break. The key is the morale of the army. Once the morale drops and the army is shaken, the power of the battle formation will surely drop greatly."

"If this prophecy poem is used well, it may be comparable to the combat power of the Nascent Soul level, or even more crucial!"

"The enemy must be familiar with this prophetic poem. At least judging from their marching posture, the Three Generals Camp and the Red Flower Camp will not be able to escape."

"In that case, we can take advantage of this opportunity to set up a trap and launch an attack according to this poem, causing them huge damage and psychological shock!"

"Let's not talk about the Red Flower Camp, which has General Mu's team. The Three Generals Camp was founded not long ago, and it is a motley crowd. It is the weakest of the five armies!"

"When the time comes, we will coordinate this poem and attack in turns, which will surely shake the morale of the three generals' camps. Maybe we can easily take them down in one fell swoop."

Everyone was silent again.

After a moment, Master Long clapped his hands and chuckled: "Okay, a strategy of attacking the heart, using the opponent's strategy against the opponent, the Great Cave Master has made a brilliant plan, and we will act accordingly!"

All the cultivators had no objection, and they flew into the sky, secretly leaving the Thousand Peaks Forest together.

On the way, they met several cultivators one after another, mostly Jindan cultivators, who had all signed the divine decree and participated in the ambush together.

With Master Long leading the way, they moved forward secretly while making arrangements for the practitioners.

Cave Master Mo Yuan and others besieged the Golden Halberd Army, the barbarian monks attacked the Barbarian Demon Camp, and several Jindan monks contained the Red Flower Camp and the Three Generals Camp.

(End of this chapter)