Games with fairies

The cold rain washed away everything in the world.

In the tent on Pingyang Hill, when Li Muyang finally held the beauty in his arms.

At the foot of Pingyang Post, the Blood Lotus Sect's military formation was filled with murderous intent.

The huge monster beasts sneezed uneasily in the rain, hating the cold rain.

In the military tent with open curtains under the rain curtain, Shen Yan, wearing a thick plush cloak and sitting by the charcoal fire, let out a cold breath.

Her thick clothes were incompatible with everyone in the camp.

The shirtless helmsman of Qingfeng Hall, Du Gufang, sat by the tent door and wiped the blade in his hand, letting the cold water droplets drifting in from outside fall on his burly and strong abdominal muscles.

In the big tent, the messenger who came in despite the heavy rain was telling Shen Yan the latest information.

The Blood Lotus Sect has been preparing for this uprising for several years and has trained more than 40,000 monsters.

These monster cavalry can be said to be invincible and hard to encounter in a land where their cultivation is banned.

In the past ten days, the Demon Refining Sect has continuously mobilized mortal troops and launched several tentative attacks. However, the offensives of the Demon Refining Sect's army were all broken up and broken by the demon beast cavalry of the Blood Lotus Sect.

All the passes and cities within a radius of 1,500 miles of Tianjiao City have been captured by the Blood Lotus Sect and have been brought under the control of the Blood Lotus Sect.

Now the Demon Refining Sect no longer launches tests, but instead assembles troops at the edge of this area where cultivation is prohibited.

With Tianjiao City as the center and a radius of 1,500 miles, the Demon Refining Sect has assembled six armies. They want to rush in from six different directions and rely on their strong numerical advantage to overwhelm the Blood Lotus Sect's monster cavalry.

After all, the Demon Refining Sect is a major sect of demons. Once mobilized, a steady stream of mortal warriors will be transferred here from cities all over the place. The huge number makes people frown.

Of the twelve Demon Sect elders who were originally trapped in Tianjiao City, only three were captured by the Blood Lotus Sect, and the remaining elders all successfully escaped from the area.

Gong Yanghong, the leader of the Demon Sect, who had been missing since the beginning, appeared in front of people on the third day.

But being able to capture three Demon Sect elders is already a dazzling achievement.

Under Pingyang Post, Shen Yan listened to the latest battle report and said softly: "Next, we will have to fight a few decisive battles..."

The Demon Refining Sect suffered such a big loss without any preparation, and there was no way it would be good.

After losing three elders, Gong Yanghong must regain his position.

Next, the Blood Lotus Sect will face wave after wave of counterattacks from the Demon Refining Sect.

"...The leader asked, Miss, when will you return to Tianjiao City to take charge."

"Now that the war is about to begin, the leader hopes that the young lady will not waste too much time in Pingyanggang."

The words conveyed by the messenger made Shen Yan slightly silent.

Then she nodded and said: "Go back and report to the leader, and just give me two more days."

Looking up at the small hill opposite the camp gate, Shen Yan sighed softly: "In two days, I will definitely withdraw and return to Tianjiao City to take charge."

In the past, the branches of the Blood Lotus Sect were scattered in all directions, and the rules in the sect have always been loose.

The helmsmen and incense masters only have the opportunity to meet once every year or two, and their respective active areas are also far apart.

There may even be sharp conflicts of ideas between different branches.

Although we all share the same beliefs, we all understand the doctrine differently.

In the past, they could seek common ground while shelving differences despite being far apart, but now they have to fight in a unified manner under the command of the new leader. The helmsmen and believers of each branch are not comfortable with it, and small conflicts break out from time to time.

Now that the situation is tense, the leader needs to defend against powerful enemies on the front lines, so the task of sitting in the middle of Tianjiao City and coordinating the balance of all parties falls on Shen Yan.

Tianjiao City, where the ancient immortal artifact Sifang Ding is located, is the core of the Blood Lotus Sect's uprising.

The blood mist released by the Sifang Cauldron can not only reduce the cultivation level of everyone on this land, but the Sifang Ding can also enhance the combat power of the followers of the Blood Lotus Sect.

Sifangding and Tianjiao City need someone to guard them.

Nowadays, apart from the leader, the only person in the church who is qualified for this position is Shen Yan, the daughter of the former leader.

Watching the troops leave in the heavy rain, Dugu Fang, who was sitting by the tent door, said.

"Is two days...enough?"

The terrain on Pingyang Ridge was narrow, and the monster cavalry could not function. They could only rely on the flesh and blood of the Blood Lotus Sect followers to squeeze upward.

However, in this kind of terrain, the Demon Sect disciple standing in front of the mountain with a spiritual weapon in his hand is a man in charge.

In the past two days, the Blood Lotus Sect's attacks became more fierce every time, but they were still unable to break through the opponent's defense line.

Even the ever-increasing price reductions could not shake that person's mind.

Although it is a bit outrageous for a die-hard member to appear in the demon sect where profit is paramount, at this point, everyone can only acquiesce that the man on Pingyang Gang is loyal to the demon refining sect.

If he were not loyal and courageous, would a mere white-robed disciple of the inner sect remain unmoved in the face of the current dangerous situation and the bright future after surrender?

Dugu Fang shook his head and said: "I'm afraid we won't be able to break through the defense line in two days."

Dugu Fang was not optimistic about Shen Yan's decision.

But Shen Yan sighed and said: "These two days are my last attempt, and also that person's last chance..."

Looking at the small hill in the heavy rain, Shen Yan said softly: "The Martial God's Overlord Body... If such a body can be used by us, it will become a powerful fighting force for our Blood Lotus Sect. I want to strive for it as much as possible."

"And if he surrenders, there is still hope of rescuing the two captured incense owners."

"But if he insists on not surrendering..."

Shen Yan sighed and said: "Director Xie Shanhai is sixty miles away now. If I return to Tianjiao City in two days, I will ask Commander Xie to storm this place."

"The Martial God's body cannot be used by us, and it must not fall into the hands of others!"

Shen Yan's words made Dugu Fang raise his eyebrows slightly.

"Thank you Shanhai..."

If the mad dog is called over, the people on the mountain will be dead.

Dugu Fang grinned and said with a smile: "I suddenly hope that the guy on the mountain will fight to the end. If that mad dog from Xie Shanhai comes and confronts him head-on in two days, I don't know whose teeth will be knocked out... Haha..."

Dugu Yifang's laughter spread far away in the heavy rain. The Blood Lotus believers under Pingyang Post wiped their blades and began to assemble their troops.

Pingyang Gang, surrounded by a series of military camps, was lifeless.

The monks of the Demon Sect took shelter from the rain in a makeshift rough tent, applying ointment to each other and recuperating their strength.

Every demon sect monk had a gray and dull feeling of exhaustion on his face.

The consecutive days of fighting had already broken the nerves of these two hundred people to the extreme.

No one can tell when this string will break.

But until death came, the Demon Sect monks on the hill could only hold on and continue. No one dared to give up.

Survival is the instinct of living things.