An exquisite sachet appeared in Ye Feng's hand. This sachet was given by Jiang Zhaoling.
But the cloth used for sachets looked very familiar to Ye Feng.
It was the sachet that Jiang Zhaoling made by cutting out the pieces of her own bellyband, and inside the sachet was an elixir that could calm the mind.
"It's over."
Ye Feng didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
The last time Jiang Zhaoling made a similar choice, she was still confused and wanted to ask Yin Xiaohe.
Now Jiang Zhaoling understood it immediately.
This shows that Jiang Zhaoling is being led astray little by little.
But among the three choices, he seemed to have no choice at all and was used to choice two.
"The girl understands it immediately now. Will she understand it in the future without me having to tell her?"
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Damn it!
Ye Feng suppressed the shame in his heart and continued to pay attention to the situation.
Jiang Zhaoling was seen leading the Xuanqiong Army on a large spirit boat heading straight for Wuling City, followed by a large number of monks from the Death Camp who were able to fly swords over long distances.
As for the large number of low-level cultivators who were left behind, they could only rely on their own strength and luck to get to Wuling City.
If they don't consider their tribesmen, they can also escape.
However, the cultivators who were assigned to the Death Camp basically all had families, and there were very few independent cultivators.
Half a day later, a large spirit boat appeared in front of everyone in Wuling City.
All the monks in the entire city felt the solemn and murderous atmosphere in the city.
The city lord stood on the top of the city wall, his face solemn, and no one knew what he was thinking.
"City Lord, should we take this opportunity to fight our way out? A large number of cultivators are flying on swords, so they must have suffered heavy losses."
"Yes, let's kill them right away before they recover."
"Haha, have you been living like a dog for so many years? Xuanqiong Army and Jiang Zhaoling are the threats, the rest of the cultivators are nothing!"
All of a sudden, the monks who were ready to make a move quieted down.
really.
Jiang Zhaoling and the Xuanqiong Army are the threat; as for the other cultivators fighting alone, they are not to be feared at all.
No matter how high one's cultivation level is, one cannot withstand the encirclement and suppression of multiple cultivators at the same level. Only cultivators who form a military formation can kill through the encirclement and suppression of a large number of cultivators at the same level, and even cross the border to kill the enemy.
Someone said unwillingly: "Then let them rest outside Wuling City?"
No one answered because no one knew what to do.
The city lord clenched his fists.
There are many kinds of spells in the Tianxuan Realm, such as curses or plagues.
However, these types of techniques are banned by the imperial court, and very few people are allowed to practice them.
There are no such cultivators in Wuling City, so even if the city lord can think of a solution, it will be useless.
"City Lord Zhou, we will be able to rush to Wuling City to provide support in one day."
The Lord of Wuling City learned through the long-distance communication array that reinforcements from the other two cities were on the way, and he felt a little relieved.
Then he said to a cultivator in a deep voice: "You go to the Palace Master through the teleportation array and inform the Palace Master of the situation in Wuling City."
The cultivator did not dare to delay and quickly rushed to the city on the way of the Lord of Mansions through the teleportation array.
The longer the teleportation distance, the more spirit stones are required, so it is impossible for the army to be supported by the teleportation array.
In order to arrive as soon as possible, An Jingwu dispatched all the large spirit boats.
The large spirit boat consumed an extremely large amount of spirit stones along the way, and even he, as the Lord of the Palace, felt frightened.
But he had to continue investing spirit stones.
"It is expected to arrive in two months, but I don't know if it will be in time."
An Jingwu did not ask for the three inner cities of Wuling City to be able to hold on, he just hoped that Zhuyang Pass would not be lost.
Like Longkou Pass, Zhuyang Pass is an important strategic location, and even more important than Longkou Pass.
The Longkou Pass was lost, and only four cities were lost.
But if Zhuyang Pass was lost, things would become troublesome, as more than ten cities would have to face the rebels.
The most important thing is that the Zhuyang Pass city defense formation can withstand the full force attack of a cultivator in the Spirit Transformation Realm.
Both Longkou Pass and Zhuyang Pass were originally used to resist the tide of 100,000 mountain beasts, and the rebels were not taken into consideration at all.
When An Jingwu thought of this, he couldn't calm down and recover from his injuries, and the effectiveness of the elixir he swallowed was reduced by 60%.
"Sir, the monks from Wuling City sent a battle report."
An Jingwu walked out quickly, grabbed the battle report and read it word by word.
At first there was a look of joy on his face, but later his face turned completely dark, and the injuries in his body could no longer be suppressed, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"From your expression, did you lose the city again?"
True Lord Hunyan appeared in an instant, his white brows furrowed, and took the battle report to check.
Suddenly his expression changed completely.
"Damn it! There must be an immortal sect secretly building a large spiritual boat!"
An Jingwu roared angrily, wishing he could slaughter all the people from the immortal sect on the spirit boat.
"I will rush to Wuling City first and try to slow down the rebels' attack on the city."
True Lord Hunyan teleported towards the nearest city.
Initially he did not take the rebels seriously, but the situation became increasingly serious.
Master Hunyan finally realized that the rebels must not be allowed to continue to grow stronger, and they must not be allowed to continue to capture cities.
An Jingwu clenched his fists, but eventually let go.
No matter how angry he was now, it was useless. All he could do was wait for the army to arrive.
He was afraid that the imperial court would soon learn of the situation in the western border, and he would have to use his connections to suppress the news.
If no one in the court kept the news secret and the emperor found out, An Jingwu would not only lose his position as the emperor, but an imperial envoy would also come to kill him.
An Jingwu felt even more aggrieved when he thought of the group of ruthless censors in the court.
"Never mind! It's good enough to be able to lose money and avoid disaster."
When An Jingwu was so anxious that he sent people to contact the censors in the court, True Lord Hunyan had already arrived in Wuling City through the teleportation array.
The battle in Wuling City had already begun. The shouts of killing were deafening, gorgeous spells filled the sky, and the spiritual energy in the area of hundreds of miles was in chaos.
The city defense formation was on the verge of crumbling under Qingluan's heavy bombardment, and it was feared that it would not be able to hold out for long.
"brute!"
The aura of Lord Hunyan at the peak of his incarnation state burst out, and a cold snort sounded in everyone's ears, making the chaotic scene suddenly quiet for a moment.
"die!"
True Lord Hunyan teleported in front of Qingluan and smashed her to pieces with one palm, causing tens of thousands of Xuanqiong soldiers to suffer backlash, and those with weaker realms fainted directly.
“Transformation into a God! Hahaha! A True Lord of Transformation has arrived in our Wuling City!”
"He is the previous Western Territory Lord of the Chaos Flame Real Lord!"
"With the True Lord in Wuling City, we will definitely be safe. We are all saved."
The monks in Wuling City were ecstatic, and their originally low morale suddenly soared.
On the contrary, the monks attacking the city turned pale and could not stand steadily under the surging pressure from the Divine Transformation monk.
Master Hunyan glanced at the scene with cold eyes, instantly locking onto the blood-stained woman in the Xuanqiong Army, and crushed her with the pressure of the Transformation Realm.
"Kneel down before this Master!"
Jiang Zhaoling's cheeks turned pale and her body was shaky, but she bit her tongue and the severe pain prevented her from kneeling down in embarrassment under the pressure of the divine power.
"Fellow Daoist, you are too arrogant."
A young man appeared in front of Jiang Zhaoling. With a wave of his hand, he completely dispersed the pressure of the deity that permeated the entire battlefield.
Master Hunyan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he stared coldly at the black-haired young man, "It seems that you are the one who supports her."
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