Chapter 419 Divine Flesh Feast (1)
Although Sitao and Guiya were involved in World War II and World War I respectively, their past work involved intelligence and military intelligence transmission.
The two of them:
Quick-witted and adept at using tricks, agile and swift in escape.
However, they were not good at fighting, and what was even more fatal was that they were only at the Emperor level, how could they be a match for a Great Sage like Qing Guanzi who had accumulated prestige for many years.
After only fifteen rounds, they were at a disadvantage.
By the twenty-fifth round, Si Tao, whose spiritual energy was depleted, was decapitated.
After thirty rounds, Guiya finally seized an opportunity, bit Qingguanzi, and then she breathed her last.
Seeing that the conscripted soldiers were about to surrender, Yu Nu stuffed all the storage rings on her body into Feng Lan's hands. She said to Feng Lan in a sorrowful voice, "Feng Lan, they're probably all gone. I'll cover your retreat. You must go!"
Feng Lan glanced at Yu Nu, hesitated for only one second, and then immediately retreated behind Yu Nu.
With the commander-in-chief Di Rong dead, and the subordinate generals either surrendering or dying, the outcome of this battle is already decided. It's only a matter of time before the new ruler's fierce army devours these remnants.
Above the sky, Ji Rong silently hoisted the four great witch bodies and placed them back into the Guardian Palace;
She tossed her divine body, which had been half-eaten by the four little dragons and was no longer spewing out weapons, back to them to continue gnawing on. Then, the three bodies merged into one, and she slowly walked step by step, sitting back on Jiaojue's back.
Jiao Jue tilted his head and looked at Ji Rong's serious face, then squinted and spat out a cup containing half a cup of pale golden Origin Stream, handing it to Ji Rong.
Seeing Ji Rong drink it, Jiao Jue said loudly to the crowd, "Divine Servant Yu Nu, you are willing to stay behind to cover the retreat and risk your life to fight for your comrades. This is quite like the spirit of the ancient times. I have always been merciful, so I will grant your wish. Today, I will show you great mercy. That dragon, quickly take off your armor and leave."
In the center of the battlefield, Yu Nu and Feng Lan locked eyes. Yu Nu shouted sharply, "Hurry up!"
Then Feng Lan pursed his lips and threw all his armor on the ground.
Shan Wu, who was staring intently at Feng Lan and Yu Nu, waited until he saw that Feng Lan had no more iron weapons on him before ordering his soldiers to stick talismans all over their bodies. They held their weapons and made way for Feng Lan, just wide enough for him to pass.
If this dragon dares to launch an attack on its retreat, then their weapons will surely draw blood!
Upon seeing this path of swords and spears, Feng Lan's last shred of hope vanished. He bent his five claws, letting his tail drag on the ground. A true dragon, he slithered like a snake, quickly fleeing the battlefield.
Death is never scary, but the strong have their own responsibilities and cannot rush to their deaths!
The Chijian Mountains are not inhabited by only the deity Rongjun; tribes of his attendants also live there.
Humiliated, Feng Lan quickly bowed and left this blood-stained land. Braving the wind that scraped his scales and the rain that pierced his flesh, he swam along the crooked mountains towards the Chijian Mountain Range.
He was covered in wounds, with blood and skin hanging from his body, making him dizzy, but he gritted his teeth and swam forward at top speed.
He had to hurry back; they had been defeated, and according to the old custom, they would be reduced to the lowest rank of slaves.
The woman from Yu exchanged herself for him, and he had to hurry back to help the woman from Yi move their tribes away.
As soon as Feng Lan left, Yu Nu picked up the spear Feng Lan had left on the ground. Holding the spear in one claw and supporting herself on it, she gripped the great axe in the other, looking at the horned jade in the air, and said, "Jade Lord, you haven't won, but the world is currently on your side. A thousand years from now, the fate of the God Lord might just be yours, hahaha!"
Having said that, the Henan woman, with her head tilted back, fiercely grabbed a large axe and chopped it into her own neck.
But the axe had already been chipped and dulled by chopping. When Yu Nu chopped, the axe was driven into her bone and could not be pulled out. She stared at the horn-shaped jade pendant in the air, her chest heaving violently, her feet kicking the ground repeatedly, but she could not catch her breath for a long time.
Just as they were about to die a horrible death, Ji Rong spoke up: "Today we will have a bountiful harvest of flesh."
This divine servant was extremely brave. Shi, leave her a whole body, give her a quick death. We will later hold a grand funeral for her with hymns and a divine feast!
Upon hearing this, Zhan Shi immediately stepped forward. His claws plunged deep into Yu Nu's chest cavity, grabbing the warm spot and squeezing hard. Yu Nu's legs kicked desperately, her head drooped, and she was dead beyond any doubt.
Shan Wu directed the unharmed soldiers to dig a large pit on the spot, and Zhan Shi gathered a lot of grass and wood, quickly weaving a straw mat;
Qing Guanzi arranged the body of the Yu woman on a straw mat, wrapped it up, and placed it in the pit. He also took out the bodies of Si Tao and Gui Ya, arranged them neatly, and placed them on either side of the Yu woman.
Qing Guanzi was deeply impressed that these two cultivators at the Emperor Realm dared to lay a hand on a Great Sage like him, who was known for his brute force.
If it weren't for the funeral of Yu Nu today, Qing Guanzi wouldn't have dug a pit to bury them, but he would still have told everyone about their brave deeds in life.
They poured a cup of wine into the mouths of the neatly arranged corpses, and then divided and ate them.
Roll up the mat, fill in the soil, build a mound, erect the log, sing a hymn.
Afterwards, each army counted its soldiers, swept the battlefield, registered the dead and their achievements, and settled the wounded.
A hundred generals achieve success, but ten thousand are left to perish!
When Emperor Rong went on his expedition, he led nearly ten thousand men, but after his death, only Feng Lan escaped.
More than 6,000 soldiers were captured, either voluntarily or against their will; the rest died, their bodies soaked in blood and their severed limbs lying scattered about.
The surviving cultivators had to shake their feet hard after each step they took on the ground before they could continue moving.
In this battle, a total of 2,000 soldiers from the Danxue Mountains, Kunlun Mountains, and Yuxu Mountains were dispatched. 511 were killed, 295 were seriously wounded, and 1,194 soldiers remained.
After doing all this, everyone tacitly took out pots, pans, stoves, and cauldrons from their storage rings, and took out the fresh spiritual meat they had obtained from their storage rings.
Aquatic monks gathered water to wash the meat.
Fire-wielding cultivators used fire to cook meat.
In an instant, the blood-stained battlefield was transformed into a feast after all the prisoners were captured.
The four little dragons had already eaten their fill, but Di Rong's body still consisted of two arms, two hooves, and a small piece of belly meat.
Since the divine blood had been exhausted, no more weapons could grow from this divine flesh. So they picked up the flesh and gave it to Qing Guanzi, who then distributed it among them.
The roasting meat on the ground began to sizzle, releasing a rich aroma. Jiaojue, perched atop the clouds, inhaled the fresh, bloody scent of the meat, squinted, and grinned, saying, "Ah Bai, prepare 1197 cases for Shengyun."
Ah Lan, make some thunder juice;
Then the little white dragon grew larger and moved among the soldiers who were already standing in neat rows. Every time it passed a soldier, it flicked its tail and a long cloud appeared.
Ah Lan also enlarged his body, hovering majestically in mid-air, holding a large ball of lightning, and shouted down, "Place the bowl on the cloud table!"
Qing Guanzi and Shan Wu were cutting flesh, but the divine body was difficult to cut. Shan Wu's sharp claws finally pierced in, but he almost couldn't get them out.
"Senior Brother Guanshan," Ji Rong said, "Divine meat is rare. Since it's difficult to slice, let's boil it. Boil it until it's very tender, so that all the soldiers can have some soup. Those who are seriously injured but haven't died yet should also have a few sips. Who knows, drinking the divine meat soup might cure them."
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