Ge Fei still subconsciously cast a defensive spell.The Seven Profound Turtle Shell in front of me now is a masterpiece of Taoist art with exceptional defensive capabilities. It's thick and sturdy, ca...Unlike the pitch black sky above Xincheng, and unlike the brightly lit night before Luolong Pass, Yongguoling Beifufu was bathed in a ghastly moonlight.
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It's not like you can't see anything at all, but it's also hard to make out everything clearly.
Of course, for extraordinary cultivators, vision has never been a problem.
“A mere weak state, a small country, dare you be so bold as to attack our borders with a surprise raid Wait for the Great Yong dynasty to make its move, and I will crush you all with the turn of my hand!”
A long-bearded old man roared angrily, wielding a green-bladed sword that sparked with rolling blue flames. He fought three opponents single-handedly and managed to gain the upper hand.
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He was filled with murderous intent, and danced wildly in battle, pressing the attack relentlessly. The three cultivators from Zhuang Guo who besieged him fought valiantly, retreating again and again. Relying on each other's support, they managed to hold their ground for the time being.
At this very moment, a howling wind suddenly arose. A giant green python shot out from behind the old man, opening its jaws with menacing fangs.
The attack came suddenly and swiftly, but the old man did not ignore it. He turned around with a sword strike, like a raging wind sweeping across the land, countering the green python.
“That old scoundrel mustn’t be so arrogant, just see who this is!” A young cultivator with a youthful face held his sword across the neck of a woman.
But or perhaps he wasn't very used to threatening people, his words were probably taught to him by others. The young monk spoke in a stiff tone, his body also quite rigid.
The woman with a sword at her neck screamed, "Father!"
The elderly man with a long beard had just repelled the green python, his body trembling as he turned and called out, "Hong'er!"
His voice trembled: "What about An Ning"
He had long ago sent several of his disciples, along with his daughter, to flee. He himself stayed behind to fight the people of Zhuang. But at this moment... he couldn't imagine it, didn't want to believe it.
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A woman named Hong'er, terrified and distraught, cried out: "An Ning... they all... were killed!"
The young monk who was holding her seemed nervous too, stiffly shouting, "Old man, surrender quickly or I, I will..."
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The old man's white hair trembled with anger, "You bunch of shameless scoundrels, calling yourselves transcendents! You only know how to threaten with your families Do you even have families Do you have any conscience"
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At this very moment, the green python suddenly opened its mouth. A figure shot out like lightning, with a light and graceful palm strike that caused the tide to surge!
A giant wave materialized out of thin air, instantly encircling the old man.
The old man raised his long sword, but water flowed like ropes, binding his wrist and rendering him immobile.
The power within is surging, ready to explode.
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One hand plunged into the water, already reaching his neck, and with a twist!
The long-bearded old man died immediately, his eyes wide open until the end, refusing to close.
This assassin is clearly no weaker than him, yet he first sent people to besiege him and then threatened him, hiding himself to launch a sneak attack!
The audacity of this!
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As the water flowed away, a young cultivator with an elegant face and a calm expression appeared.
The corpse of the aged man with a long beard just slumped to the ground.
"Dad!"
A woman named Hong’er broke free from her restraints and threw herself onto the old man's body, weeping bitterly.
A refined young cultivator floated down, with a casual palm strike he killed the woman, silencing her cries.
He looked up at the young cultivator with a youthful face: "You can't even control a woman who has been stripped of her Dao Yuan Jiang Liu Yue, have you come back to life!"
"Brother Lin," Jiang Liu Yue lowered her head, somewhat fearful, but more so filled with the pain of a guilty conscience: "I think we shouldn't use his family..."
"Brother Lin," said Lin Shixiong coldly, staring at him. "You are so full of ideas and attitude. It seems like I, Lin Zhengren, should call you senior brother instead!"
The Jiangliu Yue panicked and said, “I... I just…”
“Sympathy Compassion Justice” Lin Zhengren retracted the Qing Mang with his hand, transforming it into a long whip that coiled around his arm. He coldly said, “In warfare between two armies, all that matters is victory or defeat. There’s no such thing as good and evil! This operation wipes your merit clean. If there’s a next time…get out of my sight.”
Though Zhuang Jun pressed all the way to Yiyang Prefecture and reached under Luolong Pass, he did not have complete control over every place he passed through. The main force of his army launched a fierce attack on Luolong Pass, while large groups of Daoist disciples scattered throughout Yiyang Prefecture and Lingbei Prefecture, sweeping and eliminating local resistance forces.
Unlike the large-scale clashes of armies on the battlefield, disciples of the Daoist academy mostly face small-scale skirmishes.
Zhuang Jun's surprise attack was too sudden. Many forces in Lingbei Prefecture hadn't even had time to organize themselves before being defeated by the large army. Now, many cultivators are scattered everywhere, carrying out sporadic resistance.
And at this time, the main forces of Zhuang and Yong were engaged in a fierce battle at Luolong Pass. To ensure the smooth and stable flow of the rear, it was necessary to eliminate those obstacles and dismantle any resistance.
Lin Zhengren is responsible for this kind of thing.
At this time, the three extraordinary cultivators who had previously besieged the old man with the long beard also walked over and bowed to Lin Zhengren. Seeing him chastise Jiang Liuyue, they were not too bold to speak.
“The Qingyan Sword Sect has been disaffiliated.” Lin Zhengren flipped through the book in his bosom: “According to the records, they seem to have a great disciple named Situ Jian, who should be at the Tenglong combat level. Which one of you has seen him”
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One young monk said, “He must have already run away.”
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Lin Zhengren simply nodded: "Just a mere Tenglong-level combatant, running away is all they can do. They won't cause any waves. Let's go to the next place..."
He stopped suddenly, clutching a pearly white sphere. He held it for a moment, feeling it carefully, then spoke again: "There is a new order."
"What command" the young monk asked again.
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Lin Zhengren said expressionlessly in a flat voice, "Drive all the people from Lingbei Prefecture away and have them attack Suolong Pass."
Several cultivators' faces turned pale, but none dared to voice their opposition.
"It's about time." Lin Zhengren casually commented, then turned around directly. "Get to work."
It's fortunate that Wei wasn't on the battlefield. It was a great opportunity for him to accumulate merit and catch up with Wei. However, he wasn't happy about it.
Because he was so intelligent, he knew too well what it meant.
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From beginning to end, he didn't even glance at Jiang Liuyue once, nor did he ask if Jiang Liuyue was willing to undertake such a mission. His attitude was already very clear——
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If you don't want to, get lost.
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Even if catching up to Zhu Weimei seems increasingly difficult, he won't give up. He will get all the honors he can earn. Nothing, no one, can influence him.
I never knew Lin Zhengren cared for me this much.
Or perhaps he rarely placed anyone in his eyes, and Lin Zhengren was no exception.
The sky was dark and gloomy, with no stars visible.
At this time, the battlefield of Yongzhuang was engulfed in chaos. Yet, he sat on the tall watchtower of Yǐnggē City, a spear across his knees, silent as death.
Yǐnggē City is one of the ten cities that Móu Country ceded to Zhuāng Country, and it is now the front line between Zhuāng and Móu.
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Du Ruhui stationed himself here. If there was a war, he could just fight it. The problem is that the head of the criminal justice department hid here. If anything went wrong, the head would just take care of it.
He's staying here, there's not much danger.
This reflects many people's expectations of him.
But it was precisely this deliberately protected sense of security that made him uncomfortable.
He is Zhu Wei.
Why would he ever need protectiont, waiting for their return of the Faceless God… He couldn't judge the power of the Heavenly Demons; it was beyond his comprehension.At this moment, he sat alone before the mirror, scrutinizing every...