Immortal Creation

Three generals camp.

The soldiers formed a battle formation and arranged in an orderly manner, like a thick python, slowly moving through the mountains.

Liu Er rode a yellow horse and was stroking the Xuanhuang sword in his hand.

This sword is thick and has no edge. The blade is khaki with black textures on the surface, like the roots of the earth.

The hilt is black, with circles of khaki rings, distributed at intervals, containing the meaning of precipitation and protection in the way of earth.

Ning Zhuo gave Liu Er the Xuanhuang mother stone, which was made by the national craftsman Jin Li using the weapon drawings provided by Liu Er.

This is not a magic weapon, but a weapon.

Magic weapons focus more on the use of spells, while weapons contain military tactics. Military tactics mostly act on people and things, exerting positive or negative effects on them.

Spells and military tactics are difficult to be compatible, and basically only one can be chosen as the content of the creation.

In terms of practical application, the monks will not force magic and military tactics to be combined in one magic weapon. It is too difficult and the cost is too high.

With these resources, it is better to create magic weapons and weapons separately!

Liu Er held the hilt of the sword, feeling the weight and power of the Xuanhuang Sword. In a trance, he seemed to be able to feel the pulse of the earth.

"It is worthy of being a weapon made by Jinli himself."

Liu Er couldn't let go of this weapon. He knew that he would rely more on this sword to make achievements and fight on the battlefield.

In the shadows of him and his mount on the ground, he quietly opened a pair of eyes.

It was Wu Hen!

Wu Hen's eyes were filled with black bloodshot, looking weird and gloomy.

Wu Hen observed Liu Er and was speechless.

Obviously, the Xuanhuang Sword has a heavy blade without a sharp edge, which is a protective treasure. Liu Er held the hilt of the sword with one hand and groped for the blade with the other hand. How could Wu Hen attack?

There was no chance at all.

If Wu Hen acted alone, he might still choose to continue observing and wait for Liu Er to put the sword into the scabbard, revealing a flaw.

But now, Chen Lingfeng and many other Jindan cultivators are waiting for him to take action.

Wu Hen decisively gave up Liu Er and jumped between the figures. Sometimes he waited for the moment when the cultivator's figure came into contact with the surrounding woods and rocks to transfer.

The general stealth technique could not be as good as his.

This is because the soldiers of the three general camps were in a state of formation when they marched. The military force was flowing, the army was organized, and they had the power of national defense.

There are very few stealth techniques that can flow among them. Most of the cultivators who have a hand in acting as scouts can only venture close to a distance and look carefully from a distance.

Wu Hen searched all the way and found a strong man in the middle of the team.

This strong man is eight feet tall, with a thick and short neck, a black beard on his face like a steel needle, and a golden elixir aura rolling. It is Zhang Hei.

Zhang Hei rode on a black horse, holding a whip. He did not sneak with the army, but stood on the side of the road to observe the army.

Once he saw that some monks were slow, distracted, or lazy, he would whip them directly and curse loudly.

"Move quickly!"

"Still lazy when forming a formation?"

"Hey! How dare you stare at me?!"

Zhang Hei's temper was quite hot when dealing with disobedient soldiers. The whip made the soldiers scream constantly, but it also made the soldiers alert, and their movements became more agile and standard, maintaining the stability of the long snake formation.

Wu Hen watched from a distance and did not approach.

Watching Zhang Hei constantly whipping the soldiers, he was speechless.

Zhang Hei was angry, his breath was rolling, and he was on the verge of a sword. It was obvious that he was not in a good state for a sneak attack.

At this moment, Zhang Hei's whip suddenly stopped, and he only pointed with the whip, cursing, and restrained himself a lot.

Wu Hen was just wondering when he saw a carriage coming along the team.

When the carriage drove in front of Zhang Hei, the small window on the carriage opened, revealing a young monk with a fair face and bright eyes.

The young man said to Zhang Hei in a helpless tone: "General Zhang, I heard your scolding from a distance. Are you whipping the soldiers again?"

Zhang Hei quickly denied: "No, no. Since the military advisor complained to my elder brother, I hardly do such things."

The young man shook his head: "From what General Zhang said, it seems that he still blames me for complaining?"

Zhang Hei denied again: "How is it possible!? The military advisor is naturally thinking about our army, and I, Lao Hei, have always been thinking about the good of the military advisor. Look at my black snake spear. How can it be made without the precious materials given by the military advisor?"

"Alas, General Zhang, take care of yourself." Ning Zhuo let go of the curtains and returned to being alone.

There was a magic circle in his carriage, and the space was the size of a room, not as small as the outside world saw.

In the entire Three Generals Camp, he is the only one who has such special treatment. Even the three generals Liu, Guan, and Zhang, who are at the Jindan level, are riding war horses at the foundation-building level.

Wu Hen's mind moved: "Is he Ning Zhuo?"

After comparing it with the information in his mind, Wu Hen confirmed his guess.

As soon as he thought about it, he immediately followed the huge shadow of the carriage, quietly climbed up, and got into the carriage without anyone noticing.

Wu Hen: ! ! ?

As soon as he entered the carriage, he was shocked.

He saw Ning Zhuo sitting against the wall of the carriage, looking down at the mechanical classics.

On his left, stood a mechanical ape, wearing heavy armor and exuding a strong bloody aura.

On the seat to his right, sat a mechanical doll, in the form of an adult woman, with a Jindan aura.

Whether it was a mechanical ape or a female doll, Wu Hen felt that they were not easy to provoke.

What concerned him most was the female mechanical puppet's hand, which held a long mechanical sickle.

Wu Hen sensed the Tao and Principle that he was particularly familiar with from this mechanical sickle.

That was the principle of "monsters".

"Night Rain Demon Soldiers?!"

"And they are extraordinary Night Rain Demon Soldiers!"

Wu Hen's heart was beating wildly, and it was difficult to calm down.

He relied on his special practice of cultivation techniques and spells to sneak into the Three Generals Camp and sneak into Canglin Immortal City to gather intelligence.

This is because the techniques and spells related to monsters are difficult to understand and even more difficult to practice.

Therefore, most cultivators lack understanding of them and find it difficult to understand them, so it is naturally difficult to guard against such tricks.

Compared with his own successful practice, a more practical and feasible way is to collect relevant magic weapons, conduct research and use them.

Therefore, since the Night Rain Dynasty, many cultivators have widely collected Night Rain Demon Soldiers.

Wu Hen held his breath and left the carriage carefully.

The female mechanical puppet exuded the aura of the golden elixir, and was holding an extraordinary Night Rain Demon Soldier. Wu Hen had no confidence at all to sneak attack Ning Zhuo.

Even if the sneak attack was successful, the magic he relied on would no longer have the advantage in front of the sickle.

Once he was restrained, the entire army would gather around him. Could Wu Hen still escape from here alive?

He sneaked in to create military merits, not to commit suicide!

Therefore, Ning Zhuo was not a suitable target for attack.

Wu Hen left the carriage in a slightly embarrassed manner and walked along the team all the way to the end of the team, where he saw Guan Hong.

Guan Hong sat on a red-maned horse, not stroking his weapon, the Blood Dragon Sword, nor scolding the soldiers, but... combing his beard.

His beard was thick, eight feet long, black and shiny, and it could almost drag on the ground when he walked.

Guan Hong would take some time every day to take care of his long beard.

Seeing this, Wu Hen was excited. He finally found a suitable target to attack!

He immediately sneaked into the shadow of the red-maned horse and brewed silently.

Spell - Traceless Silhouette!

At this moment, the shadow under Guan Hong suddenly expanded, and Wu Hen emerged from it.

His face was withered and pale, his long black hair was disheveled, and he was wearing a black robe that was tattered. Shadows were attached to the edges of the black robe and the ends of the hair, forming a connection between him and Guan Hong.

Wu Hen's magic power gushed out from his hands, turning into a pair of scissors, aiming at Guan Hong's neck and cutting it fiercely.

If this cut was done, Guan Hong's head would be cut off like the shadow.

At the critical moment of life and death, Guan Hong's heart was pounding, and he was captured by an extremely strong sense of crisis.

At the same time, the soldiers marching behind him saw Wu Hen and exclaimed.

Guan Hong didn't have time to turn his head, and his consciousness condensed, observing Wu Hen who had been imperceptible before.

He "saw" Wu Hen about to cut his neck, so he subconsciously raised his right arm and took the initiative to meet the scissors.

Reflected on the figure on the ground, Guan Hong's raised right arm touched the front end of the scissors in advance.

Guan Hong felt a heart-wrenching pain!

Wu Hen felt that the scissors pierced into his flesh and blood and were difficult to pull back.

He could only make the best of a bad situation and close the mouth of the scissors.

Even a tough guy like Guan Hong groaned in pain, and the wound on his entire right arm was exposed. The huge wound almost cut his right arm off!

He had rich combat experience, and without thinking, he drew out the Blood Dragon Sword with his left hand and chopped it at Wu Hen.

Wu Hen laughed strangely and went straight into the shadow of the horse.

Sword technique - Hundred Feet Chasing Life!

The bloody sword light locked onto Wu Hen and sank into the figure of the horse.

The next moment, Guan Hong's mount, the Red Mane Horse, wailed and suddenly exploded, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the sword energy scattered wildly.

Guan Hong had clearly locked onto Wu Hen, but he mistakenly slashed at his own mount.

He was seriously injured, and instead of counterattacking Wu Hen, he killed his own mount!

After Wu Hen attacked, he immediately followed the shadow and moved frantically.

Many spells hit the ground, but he was not injured at all.

After a dozen breaths, he successfully escaped from the enemy, showing the grace of the strange way.

Because the soldiers attacked Wu Hen one after another, the team was in chaos, resulting in the poor operation of the long snake formation of the three generals' camp, revealing a big flaw.

Seeing this, several Jindan monks who had been waiting outside took action together!

In an instant, several spells hit the soldiers of the three generals' camp from four directions.

The three generals' camp had been in a state of formation all the time, and reacted instantly.

Liu Er and Zhang Hei attacked at the same time, each intercepting a spell in mid-air.

Guan Hong was injured, and his attack was a beat slower, only intercepting half of the way.

Ning Zhuo ordered Yuan Dasheng to attack, but he only used most of the magic power.

The remaining two or three spells hit the soldiers and killed more than 30 monks on the spot.