Immortal Creation

In the mist, the sound of horns could be heard faintly.

The heavy sound of horse hooves gradually approached, seeping through the thick fog and reaching the mountains and forests.

The army moved forward slowly in the thick fog, and the armor emitted a cold light, which was also obscured by the fog.

The steps of the monks were steady and orderly, and the sound of iron blood rubbing against the soil echoed in the mist. The war horse lowered its head and moved forward, breathing white air from its nose, like a phantom through the thick fog.

The five armies echoed each other and marched through the mountains, like a slow and heavy snake, meandering in the mist.

The thick fog gradually dissipated in the afternoon.

The marching speed of the entire army also increased.

When the sun set in the west, following Sun Qian's order, the entire army slowly stopped, occupied their respective territories, and began to set up camp.

Tomorrow, at dawn, the army will set off again.

After marching like this for two days, the gap between the armies gradually widened.

In the general's tent, Sun Qian looked at the map, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

He pointed at the sign marking the Third General Camp and asked the people in the camp: "What happened to the Third General Camp? Why is the marching speed so slow? It is a full ten miles behind the Honghua Camp!"

The deputy general said: "I'm telling you, your lord, the three generals' battalion strictly uses a long snake formation when marching, which makes it difficult for the whole army to speed up. The monks often walk for half an hour, and they have to stop to rest and replenish their magic power and physical fitness."

Sun Qian glared: "What the hell are Liu Er and his gang doing? They're acting like this before they even get to the front line? Are they afraid of going to the front line if they delay their trip?"

Another deputy general sneered: "They announced to the outside world that they were replacing training with marching."

"The key is that their marching like this is also in compliance with military law. We can't handle them on this matter."

"In my opinion, this group of people is as cowardly as rats. It can be seen from the fact that they avoided the responsibility of being a vanguard when they set off."

"The so-called three generals Liu Er, Guan Hong, and Zhang Hei are just third-rate golden elixirs and little-known."

"The reason why I came to join the war is to fight against the autumn wind and take advantage of it. How can I serve the country and the people like we do!"

Sun Qian looked at the deputy general and was very dissatisfied: "I entrusted the march to you, didn't you order the third general's battalion to speed up during the march?"

The lieutenant general smiled bitterly: "Sir, I have sent messengers to urge you many times, but the Third General's camp still goes its own way."

"We were so anxious that they even gave us a prophecy poem, saying that their military advisor had sacrificed wine for fortune-telling and told us to be careful!"

"Oh? Prophecy about poetry?" Sun Qian's expression was slightly stagnant, and then he twitched his eyebrows and asked in detail, "How do you write poetry?"

The lieutenant responded: "The horses' hooves trample the fallen flowers, and the wind raises the shadows and sinks into the sand. Who can leave the moonlight, and who can bury the haze?"

Sun Qian frowned slightly and thought carefully: "This poem is ominous. Who wrote it?"

Lieutenant General: "He is a young foundation-building monk named Ning Zhuo, from Nandou Kingdom."

Sun Qian's brows immediately widened: "It's just a foundation building, a young man, and a monk from another country, haha. The three generals believe in the divination of these people, how ridiculous!"

"Send me the military order!"

"The third general, Liu Er, believed in the prophecy and delayed the military aircraft. He was responsible for sixty boards and waited until the army arrived at Mulun Town before implementing it."

The messenger immediately received the military order, took the message, and ran out.

Sun Qian lowered his head and continued to study the military map.

He frowned again: "There is something wrong with the location of the Red Flower Camp. What's going on?"

The lieutenant general said: "Sir, it is said that General Mulan also believed in this prophecy, so he always organized a flowing battle formation during the march to prevent unexpected events."

"That's it..." Sun Qian murmured, feeling secretly frightened.

Although the Flowing Water Formation also has the blessing of marching, it is extremely difficult to sustain it for a long time.

You can see this by comparing the three general camps.

However, the Honghua Camp persisted for so long and marched in battle formations, and the overall progress was able to keep up with the large army.

"The Red Flower Camp is well trained, almost as good as our Golden Halberd Army!"

"Although this General's Mansion has declined, the military's heritage is still there. The remaining veterans and backbones are no small matter."

Sun Qian was a veteran in the army and he immediately realized this, but he still said verbally: "Mu Lan actually believed in the prophecy poem written by the child?"

"Haha, it's my daughter's family after all. Her hair is long but her knowledge is short! There is no successor in the General's Mansion."

The lieutenant quickly agreed with a smile.

Sun Qian thought: "Mu Lan has the prestige of the general. This seems to be a good opportunity to make her lose face."

"General Mu's prestige in the army is very high. We can only do this first and weaken it step by step until it reaches an extremely low level."

"In this way, it is natural and legitimate for us to seek the position of general."

Sun Qian is the commander of the Forbidden Army, and it is true that he has a high and powerful position, but how can a commander of the Forbidden Army have the position of a general!

There are only three generals in the entire Liangzhu Middle School.

As General Mu has been bedridden all year round, his mansion has become a piece of meat that others covet.

This time, according to common sense, the Mu family should not be the one to send troops. But with the tacit understanding of many people, General Mu was elected to go on the expedition.

Mulan joins the army on her father's behalf, and the situation is grim because she faces not only the enemy's army, but also the covetousness of her own people!

Thinking of this, Sun Qian immediately ordered: "With this stop and go, when can we arrive at Mulun Town and meet the commander?"

"Too slow!"

"Give me the order, starting from tomorrow, we will march urgently!"

Thousand Peaks Forest.

Araki Peak.

This mountain is steep and desolate. The whole mountain is full of dead trees, with twisted branches like strange skeletons, densely stretched out.

The dead wood forest stands tall, with deep roots and dead leaves, as if cursed. Walking in it makes people feel depressed.

In addition to the dead trees, there are weeds and night vines. They tightly wrap around rocks and trees, swaying in the wind.

The sun here is often scorching during the day, and it is extremely cold at night.

There are no signs of life except dead grass and trees.

The owner of Mo Yuan Cave led three Yuanying Cave owners and disappeared, stepping onto the top of the barren wood.

Some people are waiting here.

There are quite a few people.

These monks are generally tall, with revealing and tight clothes, and extremely primitive beauty.

You can tell at a glance that these people are barbarian monks.

"The human race is coming." The first person to sense the approach of the owner of Mo Yuan Cave and others was a blind barbarian.

The barbarian had a black cloth covering his eyes, a resolute face, deep bones, a naked upper body, and blood totems on his skin. His lower body was a pair of animal leather pants, which were tightened with a belt at the bottom to facilitate movement.

He carried two huge scimitars on his back, and the blades were extremely curved, like a moon string. Although they were put into the scabbard, there were still strands of cold moonlight flowing out.

Cang Yue tribe, Di Lu!

Next to Di Lu, stood a Yuanying-level cultivator of the same tribe.

He had blue hair, a tall and thin figure, strong muscles, and clear texture. His skin was as pale as dead ice, and there were wolf claw patterns on his forehead and cheeks that symbolized the tribe.

He carried a huge mace on his back, and there was a circle of bloodshot around the edges of his eyes.

Cang Yue tribe, Gu Ya!

Gu Ya's nostrils twitched, he sniffed, opened his mouth, and revealed his jagged white teeth: "Hmm, I smell a bloody smell, not fresh, with a foul odor, it must be the Blood Shadow kid from the Six Caves Sect."

Gu Ya also has the cultivation of the Nascent Soul level.

Blood Shadow snorted coldly, he had fought with Gu Ya before, more than once.

He immediately showed up, his murderous intent was revealed: "Old Wolf, if you don't break through the Spiritualization Stage, your life will soon end, right? Aren't you afraid that I will visit your family after you die?"

"I will definitely avenge you for hunting me down back then."

As a result, Gu Ya said indifferently: "Go ahead and kill them. It's their fate if they die in your hands."

Xue Ying showed a sinister look: "I forgot to tell you that I will not only kill them, but also extract their souls and burn them in the sun until they die."

Gu Ya was immediately angry: "How dare you! Xue Ying, I will definitely visit your cave before my life ends and take you down with me."

The Cang Yue tribe believes in the ancient god Cang Yue. Death in the sun is regarded as a blasphemy. After death, the soul will no longer ascend to Cang Yue and will not be accepted by the ancient god Cang Yue.

Xue Ying's threat touched Gu Ya's reverse scale, making the latter angry.

"Haha, let's fight. What kind of man are you if you just keep arguing? Fight! Fight quickly!" An old barbarian woman was afraid that the world would not be in chaos, and she started to make trouble. Her voice was as sharp as a crow.

She was wearing a cloak woven with green vines, and the cloak was hung with dense animal bones and bird feathers. Ancient talismans flashed from time to time on the animal bones and bird feathers.

Her skin was like tree bark, with deep wrinkles and very vicissitudes.

Her eyes flashed with bursts of green light, which felt creepy.

And her hands were as old as dead wood, and the fingertips grew out like curved vines.

Ancient vine tribe, Yuanying cultivator, green vine doctor!

Next to her stood her husband, the Cang Teng King of the Jindan level.

The Cang Teng King was wearing ancient vine armor, with a rough face and a middle-aged appearance. His white beard and long hair were messy, and his eyebrows were full of wildness.

He carried a huge black bow on his back. The bow was naturally curved and unstrung.

King Cang Teng stood behind Doctor Bi Teng, saying nothing.

Lord Mo Yuan and others showed up, signaled with their eyes, and nodded slightly.

The three monks from the Hundred Poison Tribe responded to him.

The leader was the Yuanying-level Poison Belly High Priest Tu Ming, who was at the Yuanying level.

On his left and right stood two Jindan monks, namely the Poison General Kao Ye and the Poisonous Man Wu Lan.

Gu Ya and Xue Ying didn't get along well, and continued to argue, getting louder and louder, and getting more and more angry.

Seeing that both sides were about to fight, neither Di Lu of the Cang Yue Tribe nor Lord Mo Yuan Lu Hongtu showed any signs of stopping.

Not at all.

In the Qianfeng Forest area, actively easing attitudes is often regarded as weakness.

You must show a tough attitude to win each other's respect!

But the battle between Gu Ya and Xue Ying did not start after all.

It was an old man who stopped them.

He was hunched, thin, ordinary-looking, with mottled skin and dim eyes, as if he was about to die.

He always carried an ancient cane with a ginseng beard and dragon pattern carved on the top of the cane, and the cane body faintly exuded a deep aura.

Seeing the old man appear, the human cultivators led by Mo Yuan and the barbarian cultivators took the initiative to salute and respectfully called him "Master Long."

This "Master Long" was also a Yuanying cultivator with a special identity. He was the temple keeper of the main temple of the Dragon King Temple and represented a divine existence - the ginseng beard dragon king!

"Hehe." Master Long smiled kindly, "Two youngsters, stop fighting, isn't it better to save your strength to kill the enemy?"

"Yes, Master Long." Although Gu Ya was old, he was not even a fraction of Master Long in terms of age.

The master of the Blood Shadow Cave seemed very obedient: "I will listen to you, Master Long!"

Master Long smiled, glanced around, then paused at Moyuan Cave Master Lu Hongtu, and praised: "The Great Cave Master personally went out and invited many Nascent Soul monks to help, which is a great contribution. After this battle, There is a reward.”

Lu Hongtu immediately smiled: "My Liudong Sect lives in Qianfeng Forest, so naturally we have to do our best to defend our homeland and resist the enemy. Lord Dragon King God is fair in rewards and punishments, and we will definitely win this battle!"

Mr. Long smiled and nodded: "This is natural."

"Xiao Feng, Aguai, come out and tell everyone the information you have found."

The next moment, two golden elixir level monks fell from the sky and landed behind Master Long.

There is a demon cultivator with the body of an eagle and his name is Chen Lingfeng. He was originally a member of the monster beast tribe at Fengzhu Peak. He was gifted and was spotted by the Shenxu Dragon King, who trained him to become a monster cultivator.

There is a cultivator named Wu Hen.

He was slender and had a withered and pale face, like a walking corpse.

His long hair was as black as ink, loose and messy, and the edges of his hair were gently swaying in the air with shadows.

His eyes were deep-set, with black bloodshot eyes around them, making him look particularly gloomy.

He was wearing a black robe, the corners of which touched the floor, and the surface was in a dilapidated state, as if he had experienced countless life and death trials.

And at the edge where the corner of the robe touches the ground, the black shadow is twisted weirdly, which makes people feel quite uncomfortable.

Mr. Long said: "Tell everyone about the military information you have discovered."

Wu Hen remained silent, and Demon Cultivator Chen Lingfeng said, "I have been hiding high in the sky for the past few days, overlooking the mountains, always watching the march of the two national rear armies."

"In the mountains, they were divided into five armies, echoing from the front and back."

"The Barbarian Demon Camp is at the beginning, followed by the White Jade Camp, the Golden Halberd Army in the middle, followed by the Red Flower Camp, and finally the Three Generals Camp..."

Chen Lingfeng then described in detail the dynamics of the entire army.

After listening to the introduction, all the monks looked more relaxed.

"Although Sun Qian is the commander of the Forbidden Army, he doesn't often go into battle. He is in the rear and feels safe, so he marches in a hurry. Hahaha." The master of Poisonous Scorpion Cave smiled sweetly, with murderous intent filling the air.

Gu Ya stretched out his bright red tongue, licked his teeth, and showed a bloodthirsty expression: "The enemy is stupid, this is our fighter plane."

Lu Hongtu, the master of Moyuan Cave, put his hands behind his back and mused: "Even so, the five armies are also different. In my opinion, we should ambush the Golden Halberd Army with all our strength and intercept this army from the middle."

"The vanguard barbarian demon battalion is the key to breaking the situation. Although this army has a large number of people, they are all demon cultivators and barbarians. Even if they practice battle formations hard, their composition is mixed and it is difficult to command. In addition, many Dali are not smart generals. Once chaos arises, It will be difficult for him to organize resistance."

"Once the barbarian demon camp is defeated, we don't have to kill them all, we just drive them away."

"Use them to attack the White Jade Camp. The generals of the White Jade Camp are Shuang Jing, sons of nobles, and have few achievements. They may not respond enough and handle it improperly. Once the White Jade Camp's position is also disrupted, we can continue to cover up and let the army directly attack Golden Halberd Army!”

"Although the Golden Halberd Army is strong, it is sparse in number, and if they want to stand firm, they must kill their own soldiers. If the morale of the army is shaken, morale will inevitably plummet, and flaws may be exposed."

"Once we seize this flaw, we will be able to successfully fight and annihilate them all. It is also very possible."

Lu Hongtu smiled and said in a solemn tone: "As for the Red Flower Camp and the Three Generals Camp, they are not important."

"Based on the intelligence, these two armies are heavily guarded and marching in battle formations. Even if we ambush, it will be difficult to be effective and we will easily be delayed."

"Once the ambush is launched, every moment of delay will reduce our advantage by 10%."

"The most important thing is that these two armies are weak, and the generals are just golden elixirs. Even if they are completely wiped out, it will be difficult to compare with the results of killing the golden halberd army!"

The cultivators were silent.

After a while, Master Long smiled and said: "As expected of the great cave master of the Six Cave Sect, this is a good plan."

Di Lu from the Cang Yue Tribe said suddenly, "Isn't there another Fire Cloud Camp?"

Chen Lingfeng said: "This army has not been mobilized. Come to think of it, Canglin Immortal City is the rear area of ​​the Liangzhu Kingdom this time, and it also needs troops to garrison."

The Demon Heart Cave Master pondered: "It's a bit strange."

"Coach Sun Qian ordered an urgent march. Why did the last two armies march in a battle formation and were so heavily guarded?"

This time, Wu Hen spoke: "There is a prophecy poem..."

His voice was very strange and unpleasant, like fingertips rubbing sharply on glass.

After his introduction, all the cultivators suddenly became aware of Ning Zhuo's poems.

Horse hooves trample the fallen flowers, and the wind raises their shadows and sinks into the sand. Who can keep the moonlight, and who can bury the haze?

"This poem actually seems to predict our ambush?!" Everyone was shocked.

"Are the two countries so rich in talents?"

"Who is this person? He must be killed to feel at ease!"

Wu Hen then said: "This person's name is Ning Zhuo, but he is not from Liangzhu country. He comes from the Ning family of Nandou country."

"Does the Ning family belong to Nandou Country?"

"Never heard of it..."

"I've only heard of the Meng family and the Su family."

Wu Hen added: "The Ning family comes from the North Wind Kingdom. They migrated all the way through the Liangzhu Kingdom and were eventually merged into the Nandou Kingdom. They now live in Huoshi Mountain."

"The reason why Ning Zhuo joined the army was because there was a grudge between the Ning family and the Liudong Sect. This time coincided with the start of the war, and he wanted to take the opportunity to take revenge."

Everyone looked at the Liudong Sect.

"Ning family?" Mo Yuan Cave Master sighed in his heart. He recalled and glanced at Demon Heart Cave Master beside him.

The Demon Heart Cave Master coughed.

The owner of Moyuan Cave runs the Liudong Sect and actively makes friends with forces outside the mountain. The Ning family once had a Nascent Soul-level monk who had trade relations with the Liudong Sect and had a good relationship with them.

The Ning family migrated with their entire clan, and Lord Mo Yuan intended to help, but Lord Mo Xin and others had evil intentions and took advantage of Lu Hongtu's inattention to plot.

After all, you can't openly disobey the orders of the Great Lord.

As a result, the Ning family was also lucky. They lost most of their property and escaped at the last moment.

"This is an old grudge." Lord Mo Yuan smiled slightly, calm and composed, "The Ning family's son, who is only building a foundation, dares to take revenge. His courage is commendable. Okay, this poem is good, I have another plan!"

Mr. Long: "Hmm? Lord Lord, just tell me."

Lord Mo Yuan said: "The battle formation is difficult to break, the key is the morale of the army. Once the morale drops and the army is shaken, the power of the battle formation will definitely drop greatly."

"If this prophecy poem is used well, it may be comparable to the combat power of the Nascent Soul level, or even more critical!"

"I believe the enemy army is already familiar with this prophecy poem. At least from the marching posture, the Three Generals Camp and the Red Flower Camp can't escape. "

"In this case, we can take the opportunity to set up a trap and attack according to this poem, bringing them huge casualties and spiritual shock!"

"Red Flower Camp has General Mu's team, let's not talk about it. The Three Generals Camp has just been established, and it is a motley crowd. It is the weakest among the five armies!"

"When the time comes, we will cooperate with this poem and attack in turns, which will surely make the morale of the Three Generals Camp fluctuate. Maybe we can easily take it down in one fell swoop."

Everyone was silent again.

After a while, Lord Long clapped his hands and chuckled: "Okay, a psychological strategy, a counterattack, the Great Cave Master has a subtle consideration, and we will act accordingly!"

All the cultivators had no objection, fled into the sky, and left Qianfeng Forest secretly together.

Halfway, they met several cultivators, mainly Jindan, who had signed the divine decree and participated in this ambush together.

With Lord Long leading the way, he secretly moved forward while arranging and dispatching for the cultivators.

Cave Master Mo Yuan and others besieged the Golden Halberd Army, the barbarian monks attacked the Barbarian Demon Camp, and several Jindan monks contained the Red Flower Camp and the Three Generals Camp.