The soldiers formed a battle formation and arranged in an orderly manner, like a thick python, slowly moving through the mountains.

Liu Er was riding a yellow horse and stroking the Xuanhuang sword in his hand.

This sword is thick and has no edge. The blade is earth yellow in color with black textures on the surface, like the roots of the earth.

The hilt of the sword is black, with circles of ochre-colored rings distributed at intervals, which implies the meaning of sedimentation and protection in the way of earth.

Ning Zhuo presented the Xuanhuang mother stone to Liu Er, and the national craftsman Jin used the weapon drawings provided by Liu Er to forge it.

This is not a magic weapon, but a weapon.

Magical weapons focus more on the performance of spells, while weapons contain military tactics. Military tactics mostly act on people and objects, exerting positive or negative effects on them.

Spells and military tactics are difficult to make compatible, so basically you can only choose one of them as the content for creation.

In terms of practical application, the monks would not force magic and military tactics to be combined in one magic weapon. It would be too difficult and costly.

With these resources, why not create magic weapons and weapons respectively! Liu Er held the hilt of the sword, feeling the weight and power of the Xuanhuang Sword. In a trance, he seemed to be able to feel the pulse of the earth.

"As expected, this is a weapon made by Jinli himself."

Liu Er couldn't let go of this weapon, knowing full well that he would rely heavily on this sword to achieve great success and fight on the battlefield.

In the shadows of him and his mount cast on the ground, a pair of eyes quietly opened.

It was Wu Hen! Wu Hen's eyes were filled with black bloodshot, looking strange and gloomy.

Wu Hen observed Liu Er and felt speechless.

Obviously, the Xuanhuang Sword has a heavy blade and no edge, and is a protective weapon. Liu Er held the hilt with one hand and groped for the blade with the other. How could Wu Hen attack? There was no chance at all.

If Wu Hen acted alone, he might choose to continue observing and wait for Liu Er to put the sword into the scabbard, revealing a flaw.

But now, many Jindan cultivators including Chen Lingfeng are waiting for him to take action.

Wu Hen decisively gave up Liu Er and jumped between the figures. Sometimes he waited for the moment when the monk's figure came into contact with the surrounding woods and rocks before transferring.

Ordinary stealth techniques could not be as good as his.

This is because when the soldiers of the three generals' camps were marching, they were in a state of formation, the military force was flowing, the army was organized, and they had the power of national defense.

There were very few people who had the ability to sneak among them. Most of the monks who were skilled in scouts could only venture a certain distance and watch carefully from a distance.

Wu Hen searched along the way and found a strong man in the middle of the team.

The sturdy man was eight feet tall, with a thick and short neck, a face full of black beard like steel needles, and a strong aura of golden elixir. It was Zhang Hei.

Zhang Hei was riding on a black horse, holding a whip. He did not sneak with the army, but stood on the side of the road, observing the army.

Once he saw that some monks were moving slowly, distracted, or lazy, he would whip them and curse them loudly.

“Get moving!”

"Are you still slacking off while forming the formation?"

"Hey! How dare you glare at me?!"

Zhang Hei showed a very hot temper towards the disobedient soldiers. The whip made the soldiers scream, but it also made the soldiers alert, and their movements became more agile and standard, maintaining the stability of the long snake formation.

Wu Hen watched from afar and did not get close.

Looking at Zhang Hei whipping his soldiers continuously, he was speechless.

Zhang Hei was filled with indignation, his breath was surging, and he was on the verge of a surprise attack. It was obvious that he was not in a good condition to be attacked by surprise.

At this moment, Zhang Hei's whip suddenly stopped, and he just pointed with the whip, cursing, and became much more restrained.

Just as Wu Hen was wondering, he saw a carriage coming along with the team.

When the carriage drove in front of Zhang Hei, the small window on the carriage opened, revealing a young monk with a fair face and bright eyes.

The young man said to Zhang Hei in a helpless tone: "General Zhang, I can hear your scolding and beating from a distance. Are you whipping the soldiers again?"

Zhang Hei quickly denied: "No, no. Ever since the military advisor complained to my elder brother, I rarely do such things."

The young man shook his head: "From what General Zhang said, it seems that he still blames me for filing a complaint?"

Zhang Hei denied again: "How is it possible!? The military advisor is of course thinking about our army, and I, Old Hei, have always been thinking about the military advisor's kindness. Look at my Black Snake Spear, how could I have forged it without the precious materials given by the military advisor?"

"Well, General Zhang, you better take care of yourself." Ning Zhuo let go of the curtains and returned to being alone.

There was a magic circle set up in his carriage, and the space was the size of a room, not as small as it appeared to the outside world.

In the entire Three Generals Camp, he was the only one who had such special treatment. Even the three generals Liu, Guan, and Zhang, who were at the Jindan level, rode foundation-building level war horses.

Wu Hen's heart moved: "Is he Ning Zhuo?"

After comparing it with the information in his mind, Wu Hen confirmed his guess.

As soon as he thought about it, he immediately followed the huge shadow of the carriage, climbed up quietly, and got into the carriage without anyone noticing.

Wu Hen: ! ! ? As soon as he entered the carriage, he was shocked.

I saw Ning Zhuo sitting against the wall of the car, looking down at the mechanical books.

On his left stood a mechanical monkey, dressed in heavy armor and exuding a strong bloody aura.

On the seat to his right sat a mechanical puppet in the form of an adult female with the aura of a golden elixir.

Whether it was the mechanical monkey or the female puppet, Wu Hen felt that they were not easy to mess with.

Wu Hen sensed the principles and truths that he was extremely familiar with from this mechanical sickle.

That's the thing about weirdness.

"Night Rain Demon Soldiers?!"

"And he is an extraordinary Night Rain Demon Soldier!"

Wu Hen's heart was beating wildly and he could no longer calm down.

Relying on his special cultivation techniques and spells, he was able to sneak into the three generals' camp and slip into the Canglin Immortal City to gather intelligence.

This is because the skills and spells related to monsters are difficult to understand and even more difficult to practice.

Therefore, the vast majority of cultivators lack knowledge about it and find it difficult to comprehend it, and naturally find it difficult to guard against such tricks.

Compared to practicing on your own, a more practical and feasible way is to collect relevant magic weapons, conduct research and use them.

Therefore, since the Yeyu Dynasty, many powerful cultivators have been collecting Yeyu Demon Soldiers on a large scale.

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Wu Hen held his breath and left the car carefully.

The female mechanical doll exuded the aura of golden elixir and held an extraordinary Night Rain Magic Soldier. Wu Hen had no confidence at all to launch a sneak attack on Ning Zhuo.

Even if the sneak attack was successful, the magic he relied on would no longer have the same advantage as before against the sickle.

Once he was pinned down and the entire army surrounded him, could Wu Hen still escape alive? He sneaked in to create military merits, not to commit suicide! Therefore, Ning Zhuo was not a suitable target for attack.

Wu Hen left the carriage in a somewhat embarrassed manner and walked along the team until he reached the end, where he saw Guan Hong.

Guan Hong was sitting on a red-maned horse. He was not stroking his weapon, the Blood Dragon Sword, nor was he scolding his soldiers. Instead, he was... combing his beard.

His beard was thick, eight feet long, and shiny black. It almost dragged on the ground when he walked.

Guan Hong would set aside some time every day to groom his long beard.

When Wu Hen saw this, he was delighted. He finally found a suitable target!

He immediately slipped into the shadow of the red-maned horse and planned silently.

Spell - Traceless Silhouette! At this moment, the shadow under Guan Hong suddenly expanded, and Wu Hen emerged from it.

His face was gaunt and pale, his long black hair was disheveled, and he was wearing a tattered black robe. Shadows were attached to the edge of the black robe and the ends of his hair, forming a connection between him and Guan Hong.

Wu Hen's magic power gushed out from his hands and turned into a pair of scissors, aiming at Guan Hong's neck and cutting it fiercely.

If it was cut hard, Guan Hong's head would be cut off like her shadow.

At the critical moment of life and death, Guan Hong's heart was pounding, and she was overwhelmed by an extremely strong sense of crisis.

At the same time, the soldiers marching behind him saw Wu Hen and exclaimed in surprise.

Guan Hong didn't have time to turn her head, she focused her mind and observed Wu Hen, who was previously unnoticed.

He "saw" that Wu Hen was about to cut his neck, so he subconsciously raised his right arm and took the initiative to meet the scissors.

Reflected on the ground, Guan Hong's raised right arm touched the front end of the scissors in advance.

Guan Hong suddenly felt heartbroken!

Wu Hen felt that the scissors were stuck in his flesh and blood and could not be pulled out.

He could only make the best of it and close the scissors.

Even a tough guy like Guan Hong groaned in pain, and the wound on his entire right arm was exposed. The huge wound almost cut his right arm off!

He had rich combat experience, so without thinking, he drew out the Blood Dragon Sword with his left hand and slashed at Wu Hen.

Wu Hen laughed strangely and went straight into the horse's shadow.

Sword Skills - Chasing Life for a Hundred Feet! The bloody sword light locked onto Wu Hen and sank into the figure of the horse.

The next moment, Guan Hong's mount, the red-maned horse, let out a wail and suddenly exploded, with blood and flesh flying everywhere and sword energy scattering wildly.

Guan Hong had clearly locked onto Wu Hen, but she hit her own mount by mistake.

He was seriously injured, and instead of counterattacking Wu Hen, his own mount was killed! After Wu Hen attacked, he immediately followed the shadow and moved frantically.

Numerous spells hit the ground, but did not hurt him at all.

After a dozen breaths, he successfully escaped from the enemy, showing off his strange skills.

However, because the soldiers attacked Wu Hen one after another, the team was in chaos, resulting in the three generals' camps' long snake formation not functioning well and revealing a big flaw.

Seeing this, several Jindan monks who had been waiting outside took action together! In an instant, several spells came from four directions and hit the soldiers of the three general camps.

The three generals' camps had been in formation the whole time and reacted instantly.

Liu Er and Zhang Hei attacked at the same time, each intercepting a spell in mid-air.

Guan Hong was injured and was a beat slow in his attack, so he only intercepted half of the attack.

Ning Zhuo ordered Yuan Dasheng to take action, but he only took on most of the power of the spell.

There were only two or three spells left, which hit the soldiers and killed more than thirty monks on the spot.

(End of this chapter)