Ye Feng could feel the danger of the battlefield even through the screen.
Many of them had their heads chopped off or had their chests pierced by flying swords.
The powerful spells were gorgeous but also dangerous, killing people wherever they went.
The battle at Longkou Pass was far more dangerous than Jiang Zhaoling's previous sweep across the area around Bingzhou City.
There are two most deadly places in the entire battlefield, and all monks dare not approach them.
The battle between Jiang Zhaoling and two Nascent Soul cultivators, and the battle between the Qingluan Military Soul and a group of Nascent Soul cultivators.
If any cultivator approaches these two places, the residual power will be enough to kill him.
As the city defense formation was broken, the monks at Longkou Pass completely lost their fighting spirit, and a large number of them fled in panic.
Many Nascent Soul cultivators had pale faces, and those who reacted quickly had already withdrawn and used secret techniques to escape.
Those who were slow to react were torn to pieces by the Qingluan Military Soul, or burned to ashes by the black flames from its mouth.
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The two Nascent Soul cultivators on Jiang Zhaoling's side also lost their fighting spirit and wanted to escape.
"None of you can leave!"
Jiang Zhaoling's spiritual energy was mobilized, and the Emperor Chen Sword instantly blocked the surrounding space and time. The two Nascent Soul cultivators felt that they were in a closed space and time, and their secret escape techniques became useless.
"Kill Xuanyu with the sword!"
The brilliant light of the Emperor Chen Sword enveloped the two Nascent Soul cultivators, and they seemed to feel a chaotic backflow of time and space.
Seeing the Emperor Chen's sword coming towards them, they all cast defensive spells or used treasures to resist.
But the Emperor Chen Sword ignored their defense and slashed directly at them.
The two Nascent Soul cultivators looked horrified, and then felt strange because they had no injuries at all.
"No injuries? No, my cultivation..."
The two Nascent Soul cultivators were horrified to find that their cultivation had regressed. Before they could figure out what was happening, the second sword fell again, and they were still unable to resist.
This sword caused their cultivation to regress to the peak of the Golden Core at the same time.
"Fuck, what kind of magic is this? Why can't I resist it?!"
The two men cursed loudly and looked at Jiang Zhaoling with fear in their eyes.
Jiang Zhaoling slashed with the sword for more than ten times, and each sword would cut off a large part of the two men's cultivation, until the two men became complete mortals and fell from a high altitude into meat paste.
Before they died, the two men collapsed in despair and saw the girl in blood-stained clothes looking down at them from above.
Now that she has not yet reached the state of spiritual enlightenment, she is enough to dominate the world below the Nascent Soul stage.
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Pingxi Prefecture City.
Many great monks gathered here, all waiting for An Jingwu to come out.
In addition, people were sent to inquire about battle reports from the front line.
“With the combined efforts of many immortal sects and families in Ding Mall, we will definitely be able to firmly hold the Longkou Pass.
If the rebels cannot break through the Longkou Pass, they will have no problem capturing the city of Shang. Once An Jingwu leaves the pass, they will die."
An old man with an immortal look stroked his beard and smiled.
"Yan Gang, shut the fuck up!"
The middle-aged cultivator said with a stern face, "Back then, you and I were from the same sect. When the sect encountered a disaster, you opened your mouth and the sect was destroyed.
Later, when I went into the secret realm of the ruins with you, you opened your mouth and I almost died in there."
When many cultivators heard this, their eyes changed as they looked at the old man named Yan Gang.
Yan Gang's face flushed red, and he angrily asked, "Aren't you alive?"
The middle-aged man laughed angrily, "I am not the only one whose broken mouth has been pierced by yours, old man. If you don't believe me, you can ask other Taoist friends who are familiar with Yan Gang."
"Fuck! I know this old guy. When he was a guest in my family, he said that my family would have a great opportunity. The next day, my family was exterminated."
"Good fellow! Now that you mention it, I remember that he came to our Muyue City and said something similar at that time. Then, Muyue City was mostly destroyed by a demon king."
The corner of Taoist Yan Gang's mouth twitched, and he suddenly felt like a thorn in his back.
The murderous looks in his eyes made him feel uneasy.
"Report! Auspicious signs befell the rebels, and the Longkou Pass was breached! Tens of thousands of cultivators died in the battle, and most of the Nascent Souls perished!"
A rainbow of light rushed in from outside the city, and the battle report chilled everyone to the core.
"Report! Jiang Zhaoling fought two Nascent Soul cultivators alone and killed them with his sword!"
"Report! The Xuanshuang Sect was destroyed, the Grand Elder died in battle, and the Golden Core Elder fled without a fight!"
"Report! Dingshang City has been breached, the city lord has been beheaded and hung on the city wall! All the officials have been slaughtered!"
The battle reports made the entire Pingxi city boil with excitement.
It was really because Jiang Zhaoling's battle record was too shocking, far more shocking than the chaos caused by the evil cultivators.
"Auspicious sign from heaven? Are they the rebels, or are we the rebels? Is heaven favoring the rebels?"
Some people find it unbelievable.
More people were frightened by the battle reports that were sent to them, and their foreheads were covered with cold sweat and a chill went straight to their heads.
Jiang Zhaoling established her reputation in the battle of Bingzhou City, and the battle at Longkou Pass was enough to make her notoriety known throughout the entire western region.
Master Hunyan, who had been sitting on the throne of confidence, was finally moved by the battle reports.
Once Longkou Pass is breached, the rebels can attack three cities and occupy one-tenth of the territory of the Western Border.
Don't underestimate one-tenth of the territory. The territory of the five cities combined is extremely vast, with numerous spiritual veins, mines, and various resources.
Every year, the five cities provide supplies to Pingxi Prefecture City worth hundreds of thousands of spirit stones.
This does not include the portion offered as tribute to the imperial court.
True Lord Hunyan suddenly kicked open the place where An Jingwu was in seclusion and dragged the dying An Jingwu out.
"Master, I haven't recovered yet and you suddenly interrupted my retreat, causing my injuries to relapse."
"You still want to stay in seclusion? The Western Territory is about to lose five cities. By the time you recover, the court's knife will have already been on your neck."
An Jingwu didn't understand.
It was not until he finished listening to the battle reports from the front line that his body suddenly shuddered.
Damn it!
If the imperial court knew about these battle reports, I'm afraid even ten of his clans wouldn't be enough to kill!
I'm afraid that even my ancestral graves will be dug up by the imperial court.
Master Hunyan said in a deep voice: "You must lead the army to quell the rebellion in this way. Only in this way can you atone for your sins."
An Jingwu said bitterly: "Master, that crazy woman is already able to kill Yuanying, and I am seriously injured and have not recovered yet. If I meet her, I will probably be killed on the spot."
Master Hunyan said coldly: "Either you die alone, or all ten clans die. You can choose one."
An Jingwu gasped.
"Either you go to war now, or I will report to the court."
True Lord Hunyan directly gave An Jingwu two choices. After all, An Jingwu's ten clans also included him.
He didn't dare to bet his own life that An Jingwu would be able to put down the rebellion after recovering from his injuries.
An Jingwu gritted his teeth and forced himself to suppress the injuries in his body. He began to organize his troops and notified all the major immortal families.
"The Lord of the Palace has come out of retreat to quell the rebellion this time..."
Before Yan Gang could finish his words, he was slapped by a great monk and sent flying. "Shut the fuck up! And don't go with us on the expedition, or I'll kill you on the way."
A pair of malicious eyes stared at Yan Gang, frightening him so much that he shivered and walked away in shame.
If it weren't for the fact that killing people was not allowed in the city, Yan Gang would have been torn to pieces alive.
Yan Gang muttered quietly, "With the Black Evil Army and the Dragon Army, wouldn't it be easy to suppress the rebellion?"
Because time was tight, An Jingwu led two armies to the front line the next day.
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