Dragon and Tiger Taoist

Fulong Pass, the last pass that protects the Tianlin Sect, has a very long history and can be traced back to the era of Emperor Ying. It is said that Emperor Ying, who had not yet achieved the title of Human Emperor, once surrendered a real dragon here.

Later, the Tianlin Sect monks used this pass as a portal and built a sect-protecting array. If they wanted to attack the Tianlin Sect, they had to break through this pass first. However, except at the beginning of the sect's establishment, this portal had never been attacked again until today.

After five years of slow advancement, Yizhou Hou Jirang's army finally swept across Xuanzhou, cutting off the wings of the Tianlin Sect one by one, and pointed their troops directly at Fulong Pass. Once this pass was broken, the Tianlin Sect would no longer be in danger. .

Huh, the two armies are facing each other, and the air of killing is permeating the air. However, today, the gap between the two sides has become very obvious. The Yizhou side has strong soldiers and horses, not to mention the Yin God and even the Yang God monks, just Feng Ying, Huo Hu, and Qing Luan. The Immortal Army alone is enough to make people raise eyebrows. Each Immortal Army is enough to rival Taoist monks, and Qingluan is the elite among the elite, rivaling the superior Yang God.

In comparison, the Tianlin Sect is much worse. It can only be described as withering. There are only three or two big cats and kittens left. If they didn't have the sect-protecting formation to rely on, they might not even have the courage to stop the opponent. have.

The only thing that could make them feel at ease was that there was an aura as bright as a pillar of heaven rising from Fulong Pass, suppressing a void. They knew that it was the leader of their Tianlin Sect, an extremely powerful Yang God. .

At the same time, standing in the clouds, Wu Linzi looked at Yizhou's military camp, as if he felt his prying eyes, military aura surged, and a Qingluan with azure wings condensed and took shape.

Crying loudly, with sharp eyes and a terrifying evil aura, Qingluan competed with Wu Linzi, the Seven Tribulations Sun God.

Seeing such a scene, Wu Linzi's gloomy face revealed a sneer.

"What a Qingluan Army. It is indeed the Immortal Army directly belonging to the Seven Phoenix Palace. It is really powerful. If this Immortal Army is destroyed, the Seven Phoenix Palace will be very heartbroken, right?"

Looking at Qingluan who had transformed into a military aura, Wu Linzi felt murderous intent surging in his heart.

After years of accumulation, the Tianlin Sect originally had its own immortal army. Although it was not as elite as the Qingluan Army, it was similar. It was called the Snake Scale Army. However, in the past five years, the Snake Scale Army had been wiped out.

Although the Yuwen family has provided a lot of resources to the Tianlin Sect in recent years, it has not invested any manpower. At first, the Tianlin Sect could rely on its own war potential to support it, but later the personnel losses became larger and larger, and the Tianlin Sect could no longer support it. It was difficult to support and once fell into a situation where no one was available.

But at this time, perhaps stimulated by Wu Linzi's peeping, the Yizhou military camp changed again, and the dull and thunderous war drum was beaten.

Boom, boom, boom, the military drum was steady and powerful, with inspiring power. As people's hearts gathered, a mighty momentum slowly spread out from the Yizhou military camp, like a giant beast waking up.

Feeling the oppression of this powerful momentum, even if they were protected by a large formation, many of the Tianlin Sect disciples responsible for defending the city could not help but turn pale, and felt fear in their hearts. Their hearts were telling them that the enemy was invincible.

And at this moment, three armies of celestial beings, armed with strong weapons and armed with the same type of monsters, filed out of the military camp. They formed their own formations, transformed into flying eagles, flaming swans, and green luan, and flapped their wings. Gao Fei, exuding powerful demonic energy, locked onto Fulong Pass like a real demon king.

However, they did not launch an attack immediately. Instead, they each guarded one side, blocking the direction in which the monks from the Tianlin Sect could break out. They wanted to force the Tianlin Sect to fight to the death.

Seeing such a scene, the people of Tianlin Sect immediately understood something. While they were frightened, they could not help but feel a surge of anger. Since there was no way out, fighting to the death was the best way out. The Lin Sect's originally somewhat scattered aura became much more solidified.

At the same time, in the Yizhou military camp, a group of people were also looking at Fulong Pass. The aura of each of them was very distinct, either exploding or cold, and each of them was a Yangshen cultivator who dominated one side.

"Finally we've come this far."

Looking at the checkpoint in the distance that stretched across the land like a crouching dragon, a young man let out a sigh.

He was wearing a mysterious robe, embroidered with a real phoenix, and his aura was as gentle as jade. He didn't show any sharpness. His appearance was plain, neither handsome nor ugly. He belonged to the kind that can be seen everywhere on the street. Only his pair of white eyebrows were more conspicuous. There is nothing special about it.

However, everyone was naturally one step behind him, because he was Yizhou Hou Jirang, who was only one step away from unifying Zhengnan Jiuzhou.

Hearing this, several Taoist monks looked at each other and expressed congratulations. They were either casual cultivators or sect monks who had returned to Yizhou. Now their futures are closely related to Ji Rang. Naturally, they hope that Ji Rang will... Can be better.

"Congratulations to Your Highness on your unification of the Nine Provinces and your soon-to-be crowned king."

Hearing this, a smile appeared on Ji Rang's ordinary face.

"Let me go see that Wu Linzi next."

Speaking of words, stepping on the void, Ji Rang ascended to the sky step by step.

Seeing such a scene, several Taoist monks did not feel the slightest worry. Instead, they were full of confidence in Ji Rang. As the Marquis of Yizhou, Ji Rang himself was not a weakling.

"Wulinzi, do you dare to fight me? If you can defeat me today, I can lead my troops to retreat without harming your Tianlin Sect."

Standing out of thin air, overlooking Fulong Pass, Ji Rang showed a rare edge. For a moment, the phoenix roared in the sky, and the majesty of a king began to fill the air.

Hearing this, many Tianlin Sect disciples had expressions of surprise on their faces, because although Yizhou Hou Jirang was very powerful, he was only a Six-Jie Yang God, while their sect master was a real Seven-Jie Sun God.

Seven tribulations versus six tribulations, without the help of the immortal army, the chance of winning is basically 100%. Even if Ji Rang has dragon energy in his body, it will be difficult for him to have an opponent at the same level, but he will still not be the opponent of their sect master.

However, this is only the thought of most disciples. Some smart people understand very well that since Ji Rang dares to say such things, he must have someone to rely on, which represents the real danger.

And at this moment, Wu Linzi's figure appeared quietly, stepping on the black dragon.

"You are really arrogant. You are just a puppet chosen by the Seven Phoenix Palace. Do you think you are Yu Wenhua?"

Facing Ji Rang, Wu Linzi's face showed disdain.

Hearing this, Ji Rang's expression did not change.

"Senior Wu Linzi, there is no need to show off this clumsy provocation trick. The sect treats me very well. The theory of puppets is purely false. Summer insects cannot be said to be ice. You will never understand the greatness of the Seven Phoenix Palace."

"Let you and I end this war today. Enough people have died."

With a look of sadness on his face, a strange-shaped sword appeared in Ji Rang's hand.

The sword is straight in the middle, with no tip or blade, and is as black as ink. It is more like a ruler with a hilt than a sword.

However, the moment this sword appeared, everyone's eyes unconsciously focused on it, regardless of whether it was friend or foe, because this sword was filled with strands of immortal power, and it was clearly an immortal weapon.