Rong Zhuo did not want to extend the battle line too long, so that he would not be able to return to the rescue in time, so he did not invade the North Continent, and the Cangya Mountain in the West Continent was also dealt with by the Baopu Sect. The 100,000 demon soldiers were divided into three groups, one group stayed in the East Continent to garrison, one group went to the South Continent, and one group went to the Central Continent. Among them, in addition to the disciples of the Twelve Palaces of the Demonic Path, there were also casual cultivators struggling to make a living in the wasteland. It was almost the combined combat power of the entire East Continent.
These people have no loyalty, but they know how to fight in the cruel competitive environment of East Land, and they have no moral burden. Once they unite for the sake of interests, it is really terrible.
Not only the people in Cangya Mountain couldn't figure out how Rong Zhuo could subdue so many fighters in such a short time, and what kind of interests made the Twelve Palaces put aside their grudges, the other major sects were also puzzled. Only the dean caught a glimpse of some clues and vaguely calculated that it was the power of some kind of contract. It's just that he is now seriously injured and his realm has been greatly damaged, so it is difficult for him to use divination.
No matter how confused all parties were, they had no time to think about it because the demon army was already right before their eyes.
When traveling, the fleet was so vast that one could not see the end of it. They were all large ships with twelve masts and four floors, and the hulls were engraved with runes and magic arrays. Some of them were at a high level and could control the wind and sail on the sea. Occasionally, sea beasts were disturbed by the magic breath, but they could not avoid it.
The demon army heading to the South Continent made full preparations when crossing the sea and did not encounter any obstructions. They seemed quite proud of their success and smooth sailing.
Therefore, since they set foot in the Southland, they were careless and walked into the formation trap. However, with so many people, the leader did not care about such insignificant casualties. The towns and villages along the way were all deserted, and only the annoying formations were seen, without a single person. The people in the team were restless and wanted to kill immediately to vent their anger.
Under such circumstances, the demon army began to cross the mountain and arrived at the entrance of the "Dilemma Pass" mountain road.
On a snowy night, the wind blows through the mountains and forests, making a rustling sound.
The mountain road was extremely narrow. In the past, it would have been necessary to open up a smooth path by splitting the rocks. However, there were cliffs on both sides of this mountain road. If only the bottom was opened up, the foundation would be unstable and there would be a risk of landslides. Moreover, the mountain was made of solid granite, which would be time-consuming and laborious to destroy. The more than ten-mile mountain road had to be passed one by one. After crossing this mountain range, it was Yecheng, where most of the refugees gathered.
The leader was also getting impatient. His consciousness spread out, and the withered forests, dead branches and fallen trees, and the falling snow curtains were all over the place. But there was no trace of the formation.
It makes sense. To blow up such hard rock, it would take at least two or three months of preparation. It is impossible to do it with just the formation.
"The whole army passes quickly."
The sound was not loud, but it contained abundant demonic energy. Everyone could hear it clearly through the wind.
The team entered the mountain road, winding like a long dragon, no one spoke, and the surroundings were quiet. Everything went smoothly.
Perhaps he felt that the silence was a little abnormal. The leader, dressed in a black robe, stood on a rock protrusion and looked down, almost blending into the night. The more he looked, the more cautious he became. At this moment, he felt the rock under his feet tremble very slightly. It was so subtle that it was almost like an illusion.
"retreat!--"
"boom--"
It was too late. The words were drowned out by the deafening roar of the explosion.
"ah--"
Earth and rocks rolled down and blood splattered.
The energy of heaven and earth suddenly changed, and the entire dilemma came crashing down with the force of the earth collapsing and the mountains being destroyed! In the night, smoke and dust rolled up and rushed straight into the sky.
The incident happened suddenly, and the demon cultivators on the mountain path had no time to take action. The weaker ones didn't even have time to call for help, and were buried in the dust of the chaotic world. Those who survived didn't know the situation, and they were panicked. They fled and even started killing each other.
As soon as the first rock fell, the leader flew up and chopped the mountain with his palm. The target of this palm strike was a disciple wearing a landscape painting robe. The sword in the disciple's hand was completely immersed in the rock, and there was a faint golden light flashing. The Qinglu Sword Sect is good at open attack but not at hiding. It is not easy to hide from this powerful demon until now.
This palm strike was implemented, and the formation was missing a door, and the explosion formation constructed with sword intent was naturally broken. The leader even noticed the hiding places of the other people, and thought indifferently that it only took one palm to kill eight people.
The timing was still a step too late. Suddenly, a sword came across and stabbed out diagonally, as light as raindrops flying.
A cold sword intent broke through the smoke and dust, revealing a figure holding a sword. It was a young man with a calm expression.
More than ten miles of mountain roads are still collapsing one after another, and the scope is expanding.
The smoke and dust alone could rise up to more than ten feet and could be clearly seen from thousands of miles away. It was clear what a tragic scene it was in the mountains.
Cheng Tianyu stood in front of the window, staring blankly, unable to suppress his panic, "Didn't we agree to just blow up the mountain road and run away after that?" His voice choked with sobs, "This noise...it's clear that half of the mountain has collapsed. Senior Brother Zhong..."
Song Tang closed his eyes.
The smoke was seen throughout the entire South Continent, like a signal for war.
Many people had a vague idea of what was happening there.
*******
With the divine weapon in front of him, the leader finally showed some seriousness. His black robe billowed like the sea in the wind, snow, smoke and dust. The surging demonic energy came from all directions, gathered in his fingers, condensed into a mighty force, and slashed towards the sword.
The opponent just raised his hand, and Zhongshan used his strongest sword without hesitation.
The violent true energy was burning fiercely, and his sword seemed to be burning as well, so that wherever the sword touched, the snowflakes were instantly melted, making a 'crackling' sound and turning into white mist and water droplets.
Just like a storm.
There are as many swords as there are storms.
The wind and rain besieging the city are actually the swords used to attack the city.
One man can be the enemy of ten thousand.
In the past, at the foot of Chongming Mountain, he still needed the right time and place to take advantage of the wind and rain. Now, with his sword skills, he can create wind and rain whenever he strikes out his sword.
Such rare talent would have made him invincible in the peaceful times of the past.
Unfortunately, fate has always been unfair. In tonight's battle, the attainments and talents in swordsmanship are far from enough to make up for the huge gap in realm.
The black-robed man suddenly began to speak. Even though the rocks roared like thunder, his voice could be clearly heard by Zhong Shan. "Sometimes I really don't know what you famous and upright people are thinking. You have such great potential to become a saint, but you have to come here to seek death."
The tone was cold and the words made people feel desperate.
"Or do you all think that as long as there is a greater cause at hand, you will not hesitate to die?"
It might seem like nonsense to talk like this at this moment, but he knew very well that as long as the other party's Taoism heart was slightly shaken, the sword in his hand would hesitate and slow down.
Then they will be killed quickly.
Even if you are full of passion and want to be a hero, you are still so young after all, and it is a matter of life and death, who would not hesitate?
Zhong Shan said nothing, and struck again with his sword. This sword was like a cold wind and rain, and the sword whistled sadly. The magic barrier under the sword's edge seemed to be dissipating.
Unexpectedly, his heart of Taoism remained calm and composed.
Because coming here seemed to be his choice, he chose the dilemma known as the 'dilemma of life and death', but in fact he did not make a choice, he just thought he should come, so he came.
He does what he should do.
There's nothing to get excited about.
Separated by thousands of miles of continents and boundless seas, the demon army marched very fast on the flat terrain of the Central Continent. Although the endless sea interceptions caused casualties of more than a thousand people, it still could not change the momentum of the army's advance.
In the wilderness more than ten miles outside Yunyang City, the snow has stopped tonight, but the wind is still blowing.
Thirty academy disciples finished their preparations before the enemy arrived at the city and began to return to the city.
The highest level person in this team was only at the Breakthrough Stage. After half a month of exhausting their energy, everyone's face was pale, but their eyes were firm and their mind was clear.
Someone felt that the atmosphere was too miserable and started to speak, "I was a sleepyhead in my first year of school. Whenever I was late for morning reading, Mr. Zhang in the study room would always spank my palms and make me copy books. One time, he punished me by making me run around the school twelve times. As I was running, I was thinking, when I become successful, the first thing I will do is to blow up the school. What a hell of a place, the rules are so inhumane."
The classmates laughed in unison, and another person continued, "Mr. Zhang's punishment was not severe. Mr. Li, who taught the General History of the Five Continents, had the most rules. He punished me to sweep the fallen leaves from the forest in the back house in autumn. I couldn't leave until I was done with it. I was so angry that I wanted to blow up the school."
They talked about old times enthusiastically and found that no matter how diligent and studious a student was, there was a time when they wanted to blow up the school.
Suddenly someone pretended to be sentimental, "Tonight may be the only chance in our lives to blow up the school, why should we give it up!"
There was laughter in the team.
After they finished laughing, someone spoke up, "Because this is our place. Even if it has a thousand faults, how can outsiders touch even a single blade of grass or tree on it?"
"That's right, whoever comes to blow it up, I'll blow him up first."
"What's more, now that I think about it, all the bad things have become its good points."
They returned to the city and joined other teams returning to the city. The two instructors counted the number of people. The guards on the city walls began to change shifts. Everything was in order.
Most of the new students were practitioners. Everyone was concentrating, staring at the end of their sight, at the smoke on the horizon. They waited quietly. At first, the smoke was a thin line, but in an instant it became a raging force.
The army of demons has arrived.
The dean stood on the eaves of the library with his hands behind his back. He had been lying in bed with his eyes closed a few days ago. Tonight, he was so energetic, as if he had been reborn.
He looked outside Yunyang City, his wide sleeves flicking lightly. Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking wind, but what went away was not his stone seal, but an arrow.
The speed was so fast that it almost broke the space barrier. The arrow cluster caught fire and landed on the wasteland, and the whole wasteland was on fire. The wind helped the fire to spread.
Countless students cried out in low voice, but no one was happy too soon. After all, the night was long and this was just the beginning.
The instructor who was proficient in alchemy prepared the fuel, and more than a hundred disciples worked non-stop for half a month, drawing a huge burning talisman that stretched for ten miles in the wilderness outside Yunyang City.
Although the patterns were exquisite, the shape alone was not enough to change the energy of heaven and earth. The dean then imprinted a drop of his heart's blood on the arrow and started a raging fire.
That night, beacons were lit across the nine provinces, and the vast landscape was lit up one after another.
The storms of the two dilemmas, the sword lights at the foot of Lianjian Mountain, and the stray arrows of Yunyang City were all solidified in the legend many years later.
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