txolops Chapter 1974 Entering the game
Chapter 1974 Entering the game
Chapter 1974 Entering the game
The border of Xuan State.
Millions of troops confronted each other.
The troops were lined up on both sides and set up camps, stretching for dozens of miles.
The soldiers are like ants and the tents are like a forest.
After battle after battle, the land in front of the two armies was stained with blood. The blood seeped into the ground, and the ground was dark red even when dug three feet deep. The number of soldiers killed in the battle was countless, and it was a horrifying sight.
As the sun rose, the battlefield was already filled with shouts of killing.
There was a hill in the Yan State camp, from which one could have a bird's-eye view of the battle situation, and the general's tent was built here.
In front of the general's tent, Yulang and some generals stood by the railing, facing the east, with the bloody morning glow shining on them.
Everyone looked solemnly at the center of the battlefield.
After several years of military career, Yulang's expression became less refined and more iron-blooded.
He looked at the soldiers fighting, worried, and glanced to the south inadvertently.
Not far to the south, there were strange peaks that were taller than the hills at their feet and more suitable for watching the battle.
It is considered one of the commanding heights on the battlefield.
However, mortals are not allowed to climb that mountain.
Everyone knows that this mountain is a fairy mountain. There is a newly built palace on the mountain, which is where the fairy master resides.
Even on some stone platforms, cliffs and the like, one can also see the immortal master sitting cross-legged.
Surrounded by mist, appearing and disappearing, he looks like an immortal.
Whenever they saw this mountain, all the soldiers had expressions of reverence on their faces.
There are similar places in the enemy's camp.
What Yulang was worried about was not that the cultivators on their side were inferior to the enemy's. Quite the contrary. After dozens of battles, they had won more than they lost.
What is worrying is the increasing number of casualties and the fighting that seems to have no end in sight.
The battlefield in the middle was like a devil's cave, devouring countless lives, and no amount of blood could fill it.
Yulang has seen too many deaths over the years and has long been numb to them, but he still finds it extremely unbearable at this moment.
In his view, many casualties were meaningless.
The participation of immortal cultivators not only failed to end the war quickly, but instead increased the casualties.
If there were no cultivators in the formation, he would have the confidence to go all out, achieve his goal in one battle, and defeat the enemy army in one fell swoop, instead of engaging in endless entanglement.
In fact, he had not expected that he would be able to stay in the position of head coach for so long.
In his opinion, since the immortal cultivators have intervened, it will eventually turn into a fight among the immortal cultivators.
On the battlefield, immortal cultivators are bound to suffer casualties, and where there are casualties there is hatred, from between two people to between two sects, and even to the opposition between good and evil. Both sides call on their friends, and the grudges and love are like a tangled mess, and more and more people and forces are involved.
This is how most disputes develop.
Once the Nascent Soul cultivator is dead, who will care about the mortals?
Once the two powerful men have decided the winner, the secular world will naturally follow suit and be controlled by the victor.
But the facts were beyond his expectations.
Both the good and evil sides were very restrained. Apart from the Nascent Soul Master who was stationed in the central army and intimidated the enemy, no other cultivators in the Golden Core Stage or above appeared on the battlefield.
Even if a cultivator dies on the battlefield, those who come from the sect to seek revenge will not be above the foundation-building stage.
It would be fine if it could always be like this.
As fellow foundation-building cultivators, these people would not openly disobey the orders of his chief commander due to the orders of their master.
Yulang worked hard and finally managed to reduce the enemy's power bit by bit, ushering in the final decisive battle.
When the decisive battle came, powerful people emerged like mushrooms after rain.
Yulang is not sure how many golden elixirs and Nascent Souls there are on the mountain.
These powerful people didn't just come to watch the battle, they also brought some "treasures".
At this moment, a faint scarlet mist filled the battlefield, and bursts of gong sounds were heard.
There were three thousand men on each side.
The scarlet mist was emitted by the blood flags in the hands of the Yan soldiers.
The gong sound came from the gongs in the enemy's hands.
The enemy army was deployed in a semicircular formation, with a foundation-building monk in the rear holding a large golden gong, and another five hundred soldiers, each holding a palm-sized bronze gong.
The gongs sounded loudly.
These soldiers surrounded the immortal cultivators and just kept beating the gongs, but the number of people fighting on the battlefield was clearly at a disadvantage.
Unexpectedly, the sound of the gong carried a strange power, and circles of light burst out and fell on the teammates in front of the formation.
The teammates immediately became more motivated, and their bodies emitted a bronze glow, as if they were cast in iron. Facing the dragon-shaped blood energy condensed by the Blood Yuan Flag, they did not retreat at all.
On the contrary, the Yan State's formation became disorganized due to the sound of the gongs.
All the previous battles had similar situations.
The defeated side’s three thousand elite soldiers would either be slaughtered or captured, but the immortal cultivators would usually be able to escape.
Both sides sent various treasures and spells, but the victory or defeat had to be decided with mortal flesh and blood, and countless lives were used to pay the price.
Yulang didn't know what the agreement between good and evil was. He only knew that if things continued like this, more and more people would die in vain.
"That's it again!"
The big chessboard is divided into small chessboards, and even the smallest chessboard has chess players and chess pieces.
No matter what chess game it is, mortals are just chess pieces, at the mercy of others.
This is exactly what Yulang hates!
He thought he had hope of change, but now he just feels powerless.
He was not just a commander for show, he was the one who decided the deployment of troops. But after every battle, no matter victory or defeat, Yulang felt only sadness in his heart.
"Can the Master change the situation?"
Yulang looked at the bright world, thinking quietly.
In his heart, the master was omnipotent. He was not in danger and used a bamboo stick without hesitation for the belief in his heart.
"Roar!"
A roar suddenly rang out on the battlefield.
The roar came from the soldiers of the State of Yan. It was like a dragon roar emitted by dragon-shaped blood, comparable to thunder, shocking the mind.
The roar disrupted the gong sounds for a moment, and the Yan State side seized the fleeting opportunity, rushed forward suddenly, and broke through the enemy formation in one fell swoop.
'when! when! when! '
The immortal cultivator beat the gong desperately, but seeing that his own troops were becoming more and more chaotic and unable to regroup, he immediately abandoned his soldiers and fled in a flash.
He didn't dare to stay, otherwise he would be caught by the dragon-shaped blood energy and would be in great danger.
The Yan State returned with a great victory, and everyone's faces were filled with joy.
A trace of sadness flashed across Yulang's eyes and he sighed in his heart. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of his eye.
"Master!"
Suddenly I saw my master whom I hadn’t seen for a long time.
At this moment, Yulang felt mixed emotions of sadness and joy.
He suddenly thought, would it be better if he chose to return to the peaceful Qingyang Temple like his senior sister did?
"You did a great job," Qin Sang praised as he glanced across the battlefield.
This was not an empty compliment. It was indeed beyond Qin Sang's expectation that Yu Lang could become the commander of an army.
Qin Sang knew that this disciple had done his best.
What is most commendable is that Yulang has not changed his original intention despite going through hardships.
Although Yulang's original intention was different from his, Qin Sang was pleased that this disciple could do this.
"Master..."
Yulang's eyes were a little blurry, and countless emotions surged in his heart.
It comes from the affirmation of his master, and more from his experiences over the years.
At this time, the defeated enemy army sent another group into the battlefield and started a battle.
From afar, I could see that all the soldiers were wearing wooden armor. I didn't know what kind of wood it was made of, but some parts of it had branches and green leaves sticking out of it.
Once these people formed their battle formation, they were like being rooted in the earth, solid as a rock, and unshakable by any force.
"General Qin, please tell me who should be sent to fight!"
"Yulongshan Yuan Qing invites you to fight!"
……
Long howls rolled in from the Yan State camp.
Yulang looked at his master.
Qin Sang flicked his sleeves, and a breeze blew towards the enemy camp, and suddenly a series of crackling sounds were heard.
The three thousand soldiers were horrified to find that cracks appeared on their armor, which turned into pieces and fell off their bodies.
The feeling of being firmly established on the ground suddenly disappeared, and then I felt my feet lighten, and I flew backwards, turning into a rolling gourd, screaming in shock.
"Who dares to be so presumptuous!"
"who!"
……
As soon as Qin Sang made a move, he immediately attracted countless roars, some of which even came from the mountains in the south.
The next moment, human figures flew out of the mountain.
In an instant, the sky above the battlefield was densely packed with hundreds of people, mostly Jindan cultivators, but also some Yuanying ancestors with a deep aura.
All eyes are focused here.
Yulang's heart trembled, but next to his master, he felt like he had a backbone and was not afraid at all.
"who are you!"
On the opposite side, a middle-aged man stood out from the crowd.
This man had an ordinary appearance, a pale face, and a thin body, like a sickly person who had not yet recovered from a serious illness.
But when the others saw him, they all showed respect and took the initiative to avoid him.
"Master Qingfeng?"
A voice of surprise was also heard from the south, and someone recognized Qin Sang.
Qin Sang glanced to the side and saw that it was Yin Heqian. He nodded, then flew up into the air towards the middle-aged man and said with a smile, "Both sides are powerful, but they are taking so long. When will the winner be decided? I have little patience and can't wait any longer. Which fellow Taoist would like to come out and fight me?"
The middle-aged man frowned and looked at the ancestor of the Kuang family, his eyes seemed to ask what was going on.
The ancestor of the Kuang family called Yin Heqian to his side, asked him a few questions, and said thoughtfully: "Is this General Qin's master, Taoist Qingfeng? He is indeed extraordinary..."
His figure flashed and he flew to Qin Sang's side, bowed and said, "My name is Kuang Wujiang, nice to meet you, Taoist priest."
"Friend Kuang is polite."
Seeing that Qin Sang was not arrogant, the Kuang family ancestor's expression eased a little, pointed to the south mountain and said, "I didn't know you were coming. I'm sorry for not welcoming you. We brought some magical tea and wine from the mountain gate. May I ask you to come and show me your kindness?"
"not busy!"
Qin Sang waved his hand and said, "It won't be too late to drink tea after we capture these evil demons."
"This……"
The ancestor of the Kuang family frowned.
Qin Sangqi asked, "Why, what's the problem, Fellow Daoist Kuang? Or is it that among these evil demons, there are some with unparalleled magic power, and Fellow Daoist is afraid of fighting?"
Hearing this, the Kuang family ancestor could not help but secretly get angry, but he suppressed his anger and said, "Please ask the Taoist priest to move to Nanshan, and I will explain it to you."
"Why bother with so much trouble? Even if there is a great devil who has never appeared in the world, I will meet him and learn his magic skills! Since you are unwilling to come out, I will go there myself!"
The last sentence was shouted to the other side.
Before he finished speaking, a sword beam shot out from Qin Sang's sleeve. It was not the Grey Oriole Sword, but a spiritual sword he picked up at random.
'Whoosh! '
The sword hummed loudly, and before anyone could react, it stabbed straight at the middle-aged man.
"You dare!"
The middle-aged man was shocked and furious. He slapped his waist and a thin gray rope flew out.
The thin rope is as crystal clear as a long tendon. It is not made of cow tendon or dragon tendon, but is woven from human tendons, and is called soul tendon.
'Shuh! '
The soul tendons are stretched, and the movements are as powerful as the wind. Bursts of ghostly cries can be heard, as if thousands of resentful souls are following, which is terrifying.
It seemed that the soul tendon was about to entangle the spirit sword.
Qin Sang didn't see any movement, the sword light trembled, and suddenly split into ten, and continued to split. In the blink of an eye, it was impossible to count how many sword lights there were.
The middle-aged man felt dazed for a moment, and then he was surrounded by sword lights, which were everywhere.
"not good!"
The middle-aged man was shocked and tried to recall his soul tendons, but it was too late. All the sword lights disappeared from his sight.
He knew in his heart that the sword lights had not disappeared, he just couldn't see them.
There is only one possibility, he fell into the sword formation!
This formation is exactly the Xuanji Sword Formation that Qin Sang learned in Wuxiang Immortal Sect, which mainly uses the art of phantom sword.
As soon as they met, he was trapped in the sword formation.
When the others saw this scene, they were all stunned.
You know, the middle-aged man is a top master in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, known as the number one person below the late stage of the Nascent Soul, but he was not his opponent in one round.
Who is this Taoist priest Qingfeng?
"Big brother!"
A young man screamed, hurriedly raised a magic knife, and chopped towards Qin Sang's head in mid-air.
The blade is extremely sharp.
Qin Sang, however, did not move, and looked sideways at the ancestor of the Kuang family, "Fellow Daoist, why don't you take action?"
"I……"
The ancestor of the Kuang family didn't know what to do for a moment.
The paths of good and evil have nothing to do with Yun Dutian and Luohunyuan. They are just intimidated by their powerful forces and have no choice but to obey them.
No one wanted to fight to the death in the struggle between the two major forces, so they made a gentleman's agreement and decided to use mortals as chess pieces to determine the winner.
They can also avoid excessive casualties.
Of course, the prerequisite is that the two major forces are satisfied, otherwise they can only take part in the battle themselves.
This is also a test of the attitudes of the two major forces.
Unexpectedly, a troublemaker appeared.
Taoist Qingfeng was obviously on his side. The ancestor of the Kuang family could not watch him being attacked and do nothing, so he had to summon his magic sword to block the magic knife.
Qin Sang showed a playful smile and changed his sword moves continuously.
In the eyes of everyone, there was chaos inside the sword formation, and no one knew what was happening inside. Then the sword light was retracted and flew back.
There was a person wrapped in the sword light.
The middle-aged man's eyes were wide open with horror in his eyes. He had lost the strength to resist and was taken prisoner!
Suddenly, there was an uproar.
The righteous side was also stunned. After hearing Qin Sang's loud shout "What are you waiting for?", they rushed forward hesitantly.
The melee broke out when no one expected it.
Soon, there were beams of light shooting out from all directions. Their aura was even stronger than that of the middle-aged man. They were all masters in the late Nascent Soul stage and ancestors of various sects. Seeing the situation getting out of control, they were all shocked and angry.
Immediately afterwards, a shocking scene took place. The masters of the magic path were no match for Taoist Qingfeng and were defeated one after another.
Qin Sang stood in the air, looking at a mountain a hundred miles away.
On the mountain, Master Yun and the cloaked man had stiff expressions when they saw this scene.
Since they want to pull me in so much, I'll just take action and show them!
Not only this time, Qin Sang also wants to disrupt the chess game until he can lure the two Lianxu ancestors out of seclusion!
(End of this chapter)