Mortal Cultivator

On the unpredictable battlefield outside the territory, the energy of chaos surges, seemingly rolling endlessly.

And Wang Lu, who was in this chaotic and turbulent space, could no longer remember how many thrilling, life-or-death fierce fights he had experienced.

The laws here are fragmented, time and space have become chaotic, and the normal order and laws have been completely lost.

The violent energy flow is like countless extremely sharp blades, ruthlessly cutting through all surrounding objects. No matter whether it is hard rock or fragile life, it is difficult to resist the invasion of this terrifying force.

He was wearing a battle armor that was soaked in blood and was almost crimson, as if the battle armor had integrated with him and became an inseparable part of his body.

The sharp blade that shone with cold light was tightly held in his hand, and the edge of the blade shone with a frightening light, seeming to tell that it had drunk the blood of countless enemies.

His sword eyebrows were as thick as ink and slightly raised, like two sharp swords piercing the sky; the gaze revealed in his starry eyes was extremely firm, as if it could penetrate all obstacles and fog, but at the same time it was difficult to conceal the depth of it. The look of exhaustion.

Obviously, this protracted battle had exhausted him physically and mentally, but his indomitable perseverance still supported him to move forward.

Beside him stood a group of comrades who also fought bloody battles. Some of them come from well-known and decent families, while others are born in the wilderness; some are human warriors, and some belong to other mysterious races.

However, all the differences are no longer important at this moment, because they have a common goal - to fight against the extremely vicious Demon God Clan.

These comrades are all heroic and have scars on their bodies, but they have no fear and cooperate with each other in a tacit understanding to jointly face the crazy attacks of the demon clan.

Every time they swung their swords to kill the enemy, every roar and roar demonstrated their persistent pursuit of justice and their desire for peace deep in their hearts.

Wang Lu stood quietly, his deep and solemn eyes staring closely at the cruel battlefield in front of him that was shrouded in gunpowder smoke, intertwined with blood and rain. A gust of cool wind blew by, carrying the smell of blood into his nose, causing an indescribable sadness to surge up in his heart.

Looking up, the originally vast land had become a mess, as if it had suffered a doomsday disaster. The once fertile land has been completely destroyed by the ruthless fire of war. There are scorched black marks and deep and shallow craters everywhere, like hideous and terrifying ghost faces.

On the battlefield, broken walls and ruins can be seen everywhere, broken weapons and armor are scattered on the ground, and some are stained with blood that has not yet dried up. Those once towering towers are now only a pile of ruins, crumbling in the wind, as if they will collapse at any time. The mountains in the distance have also lost their former verdant greenness, replaced by patches of gray and dead scenes, which make people feel desperate.

The enemies they faced, the Demon God Clan, were like a surging black tide, coming from all directions, and their attacks became more and more fierce, as if they were going to swallow up the entire world.

The old man with a vicissitudes of life stood next to Wang Lu, with a worried look on his face. The once shining armor on his body was now in pieces, and the fragments were scattered everywhere, like withered petals. Shocking wounds crisscrossed his body, and wisps of demonic energy entangled them like poisonous snakes, constantly eroding his flesh and blood, making it impossible for those wounds to heal.

The old man with gray hair and wrinkles on his face was bent over, with his hands on his knees, breathing heavily, as if every breath was a painful struggle. His originally resonant voice has now become hoarse and heavy, like iron that has lost its luster and been tempered by time and war.

He raised his head, with a hint of despair and helplessness in his cloudy eyes, and said slowly: "Wang Lu, this extremely cruel war seems to have no end. It is like a bottomless world. The dark abyss mercilessly swallows up all life and hope. No matter how hard we mortals risk our lives and fight to the death, we can't stop the advance of those extremely powerful demons." At this point, the old man couldn't help but shake his head. His face was full of sadness.

Nowadays, all life outside the territory is in ruins, and mourning is everywhere..." At this point, the old man couldn't help but sigh, his eyes full of despair and helplessness.

Wang Lu stood quietly like a sculpture, motionless, as if time had frozen on him. His pair of deep eyes were currently peering through the overlapping clouds and mists, staring straight at the distant sky that was as scarlet and dazzling as the setting sun, soaked in blood.

On the far horizon, the huge and terrifying figure of the Demon God was looming. It is like an evil ghost crawling out of the abyss of hell, its body is so huge that it is jaw-dropping. The demon god's body is exuding billowing black smoke and blazing flames. Every step he takes will cause the earth to tremble and the sky to thunder and lightning.

The face of the demon god is twisted and terrifying, with sharp fangs sticking out from the bloody mouth, flashing with cold light; a pair of giant copper bell-like eyes spurt out scarlet light, as if to burn everything in the world. Its arms are thick and powerful, covered with veins and bone spurs, and can set off a gust of wind and waves with a casual wave.

At this moment, the demon god was moving freely in the scarlet sky, running rampant. Wherever he passed, the space was broken, the stars fell, and it was a doomsday scene. However, facing such a terrible existence, Wang Lu was not afraid. He held the sword tightly in his hand, and a strong fighting spirit surged in his heart.

Wherever they passed, the originally magnificent mountains and rivers outside the domain instantly broke into countless fragments, as if they had suffered the doomsday judgment, and they were in pieces and unbearable to look at.

The billowing smoke was like a ferocious beast, sweeping around with its fangs and claws, and spreading rapidly with the pungent smell of gunpowder. This thick smoke was like a huge black curtain, covering the entire sky tightly, and a trace of sunlight could not penetrate. People in it felt that they were in front of them, as if they were swallowed by endless darkness and almost suffocated.

And the strong bloody smell in the air made people's stomachs churn and almost vomit. The smell seemed to have penetrated every corner and every inch of space, and it was so strong that it was unbearable. It was like the desperate cries of countless lives before they died, and it was like a torrent of fear and pain in their hearts, surging and impacting people's olfactory nerves. Every breath seemed to inhale a lot of death and sorrow, which made people shudder.

Wang Lu felt that his heart was like being pressed by a huge rock and was suffocating. It was extremely heavy. The invisible pressure made it almost impossible for him to breathe, and his mind kept echoing the sad and desperate cries of the thousands of creatures who were slaughtered under the rampage of the demon god.

These voices seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, one after another, intertwined and entangled with each other, and gathered into a surging and unstoppable torrent of resentment. This torrent carried endless pain, fear and anger, and launched a fierce attack on Wang Lu's mental defense line with an overwhelming force.

Every wail pierced his eardrum like a sharp arrow, piercing deep into his soul; every resentment was like a heavy burden, hitting his heart hard. Wang Lu tried his best to resist the impact of this torrent, but found himself like a lone boat in the storm, which could be completely swallowed up at any time.

He gritted his teeth and thought to himself: "If this goes on, the outside world will become purgatory. I need to find a way to break the situation and cannot be trapped here."

Suddenly, without any warning, an extremely strong and violent space fluctuation swept in like a surging wave. Then, there was a loud "click", as if the whole world was torn apart, and a dazzling black crack that was too dazzling to look directly at suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

The crack was like a giant beast with a bloody mouth, and a group of elite warriors of the demon clan gushed out continuously from it. Each of these demons was tall and mighty, emitting extremely strong demonic flames, burning and distorting the surrounding air.

Their hands tightly grasped those extremely strange and bizarre magic weapons, as if these magic weapons were part of their lives. Some of the magic weapons were shaped like extremely sharp hooks, which flashed with a chilling cold light, like the fangs of evil spirits sticking out of the Nine Nether Hell.

Other magic weapons were like huge maces, with their surfaces densely covered with hideous and terrifying spikes, each of which was like the fangs of a poisonous snake, making people feel afraid at a glance.

In addition, some magic weapons were like mysterious staffs, and the tops of these staffs were inlaid with gems that exuded a strong evil aura.

Those gems were like burning black flames, dancing with strange light, and seemed to be ready to spew out the dark power that would destroy everything at any time.

At that moment, these elites of the demon clan suddenly appeared like ghosts! Their figures were as fast as lightning, catching people off guard. Even before everyone came to their senses, they had already waved the magic weapons in their hands without hesitation, which exuded a terrifying aura. Those magic weapons flashed with strange light, as if they possessed endless evil power.

Accompanied by a deafening shout of killing, these elites of the demon clan rushed towards the crowd on the battlefield like a black torrent with overwhelming force. They were so fast that they rushed to the front in the blink of an eye, leaving people no chance to breathe or dodge.

Their movements were swift and fierce, and every blow was full of the power to destroy the world. Wherever they passed, blood splattered and screamed. In just a moment, the already tense battle situation became even more precarious.

Wang Lu's eyes were stern, and he rushed into the enemy formation with a sword. The sword was as powerful as a rainbow, and every swing brought a blood flower, but the demon clan was endless and could not be killed.

"This can't go on any longer!" Wang Lu roared in anger from deep within his heart, as if he was going to shatter the whole world. In that thrilling, life-or-death battle just now, he had fought the enemy to the death with all his strength, but he still felt powerless. However, at this critical moment, Wang Lu suddenly found a fleeting opportunity.

He flashed and quickly withdrew like a ghost, rushing away from the center of the battlefield. During this process, the demon's overwhelming and fierce attacks came at him like a storm, but Wang Lu showed extraordinary agility and reaction speed.

He dodged left and right, and each time he was able to cleverly avoid those fatal attacks by a millimeter.

Along the way, Wang Lu was like an alert cheetah, always maintaining a high degree of vigilance. His sharp eyes like a falcon were constantly scanning every corner of the surroundings, not missing any slightest movement. Wang Lu knew the spatial structure of this battlefield very clearly, as if the complex terrain had been deeply imprinted in his mind.

Whether it is winding paths, steep cliffs, or hidden caves and traps, nothing can stop him from moving forward. His body moved flexibly through these intricate environments, like a breeze blowing by without leaving any trace.

Finally, after a difficult search, he successfully found an extremely hidden space node. Surrounded by lush vegetation, it looks like a secret corner secluded from the world.

At this time, the demon behind noticed his intention, and several powerful magic powers roared in, trying to stop him. Wang Lu turned around and used all his spiritual power to strike out several palms, which collided with the magic power and caused a violent impact. He used the force of the counter-shock to resolutely jump into the space node. At the moment when his body disappeared, what he saw was the devastated scene of the battlefield outside the territory, as well as the ferocious faces of the demon gods. His heart was full of grief, anger and determination: "All living beings outside the territory, wait for my return!"

Wang Lu shuttled through the twisted space passage, his whole body was squeezed and torn by the violent space force, and his spiritual armor shone with light as he struggled to hold on.

Time passed quietly, as if a long time had passed, and as if it was just the blink of an eye, his vision suddenly became brighter. When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was already on the spiritual continent. However, the familiar continent before him was shrouded in a thick layer of haze, making it look gloomy and depressing.

Even before his return, all kinds of news had been pouring in. It is said that the terrifying demon clan launched a bloody massacre outside the territory, and countless innocent lives were brutally murdered. Faced with this terrible disaster, people fled in panic, pouring into the fantasy continent like a raging torrent with fear and despair in their hearts.

Today's spiritual continent is full of displaced refugees. Their faces were haggard, and their eyes revealed endless fear and confusion. The streets were crowded with people on both sides, noisy and full of uneasiness and anxiety.

Everyone is talking about the atrocities committed by the Demon Gods, and their hearts are full of worries about their future destiny. The entire continent fell into panic and chaos, and the prosperity and tranquility of the past no longer existed.

"This little brother, please save us! The demons are so terrible. They have destroyed our home and our relatives..." A woman in ragged clothes begged Wang Lu in tears while holding her child in her arms. The child's eyes were frightened, his little face was dirty, and he was clutching the corner of his mother's clothes tightly.

Wang Lu felt as if his heart had been stabbed hard by a sharp sword. The pain instantly spread throughout his body, making him almost unable to breathe. However, he endured the pain in his heart, tried his best to squeeze out a smile, gently stroked the back of the tear-stained woman in front of him, and comforted softly: "Don't be afraid, everything will be fine... "

He slowly raised his head and cast his gaze towards the once prosperous and lively town in the distance. Today, there is no longer the busy traffic of the past, nor can we hear people’s cheerful laughter. Instead, there was only deathly silence and endless sadness. Many injured refugees were lying on both sides of the street. Some of them were wrapped in bloody bandages, and some could only cover their wounds tightly with their hands, with expressions of pain on their faces. Due to a lack of medical supplies and medicines, the injured could only struggle under the torture of their illnesses, making heartbreaking groans from time to time.

Looking around, most of the originally row upon row of houses have collapsed, leaving only some incomplete walls and broken beams standing alone among the ruins. Between those ruins, there seemed to be a strong and irreversible aura of despair, making people feel suffocated and depressed.

"I will never let the Demon God Clan succeed!" Wang Lu clenched his fists and his eyes were as firm as a torch. He knew that the current situation was urgent. Although the Spiritual Continent had not been directly invaded by the demon army for the time being, it was still crumbling, like a lonely boat in the storm.

Wang Lu resolutely embarked on a long and difficult road of lobbying with his firm belief in saving the common people and resisting the invasion of demons. He shuttled non-stop among the prominent sects and the Jianghu forces, and worked tirelessly to explain to them the urgency and necessity of uniting to fight against the devil.

However, this process has not been smooth sailing and can be described as full of difficulties. Some sects have deep grudges against each other due to historical grudges and interest disputes, which are difficult to let go of. Despite Wang Lu's earnest persuasion, the leaders of these sects have always been stubborn and unwilling to let go of their past prejudices and work together.

At the same time, there are still some forces that are hesitant out of concerns about damage to their own strength. They are afraid that once they send troops to fight against the demon god, their strength will be greatly reduced. In this way, it is very likely that other covetous forces will take advantage of the situation, causing their own status to be insecure or even being annexed and destroyed. Faced with Wang Lu's passionate proposal, the leaders of these forces were in a dilemma and were unable to make up their minds.

"Wang Lu, it's not that we don't want to help, it's just that there are too many involved. What should we do if we are attacked from behind after we send out troops?" The head of a medium-sized sect frowned, with a look of helplessness and worry on his face. said.

Wang Lu was anxious, but he also understood their concerns. He thought hard and decided to start with the interests and safety that everyone was most concerned about. He proposed a detailed alliance plan, including terms such as resource sharing, mutual protection of the rear, and joint development of strategies. He also showed his understanding of the Demon God Clan's weaknesses on the extraterritorial battlefield, as well as his preliminary tactics.

After countless difficult negotiations and persuasion, some knowledgeable people were finally moved by his sincerity and determination and were willing to join the alliance. In front of an ancient altar, representatives of various sects solemnly swore an oath and bloodshed to become an alliance, and jointly elected Wang Lu as the leader of the alliance. At this point, an alliance to resist the demon god was initially formed.

The coalition forces began to prepare for training intensively. Wang Lu personally guided the soldiers to practice exercises and improve their spiritual power; the blacksmiths worked day and night to build powerful armor and weapons; the array masters arranged defensive and offensive arrays around the camp, with runes flashing. , the light interweaves.

However, the spies of the Demon God Clan have already sneaked into the mainland, secretly spying on the coalition's every move. During a transportation of key supplies, they were attacked by the Demon Clan. The escorting soldiers suffered heavy casualties and the supplies were robbed. Wang Lu realized that internal hidden dangers must be eliminated.

Under the seemingly calm situation, there are actually undercurrents. He knew the key to this war, so he made a decisive decision - secretly sending out elite disciples from his sect. Each of these disciples has unique skills and extraordinary wit. They have received strict training just to complete this arduous task.

In order not to arouse the enemy's alert, these elite disciples disguised themselves one after another. Some disguised themselves as ordinary soldiers and infiltrated into the coalition forces, while others disguised themselves as traders and wandered through the markets. They carefully carried out their investigation work, not letting go of any clues.

Time passed day by day, and the hard work paid off, and they finally discovered some clues. Following these clues, they gradually get closer to the truth. In the end, the spy who had been hiding within the coalition forces was successfully uncovered.

The spy was taken to a secret location for interrogation. At first, he tried to put up a stubborn resistance, but under the powerful psychological offensive and clever interrogation techniques of his elite disciples, his psychological defense soon collapsed. After interrogating the spies, everyone got shocking news: the Demon Clan is ready to launch a violent attack of unprecedented scale! What's even more frightening is that they have actually found a weak link in the mainland's defense system. If measures cannot be taken to make up for it in time, the consequences will be disastrous.

Wang Lu immediately adjusted his deployment, strengthened the defense of weak points, and set many traps. At the same time, he led a surprise force and detoured behind the demon clan, preparing to deliver a fatal blow at the critical moment.

When the demon army surged in like a black tide, the coalition forces stood ready. The defensive array in front shone brightly, with runes and energy intertwined to resist the devil's attack; the soldiers shouted, spiritual power surged, and magic weapons came out to fight the devil to the death.

Wang Lu's team of surprise soldiers quietly appeared behind the demon god and pounced like ghosts. He displayed the unique skills he had learned on the battlefield outside the territory. The sword shadows were flying, and each sword was filled with endless spiritual power and anger, specifically targeting the commanders and strong men of the Demon God Clan. For a moment, there was chaos behind the Demon God, and his position became loose.

Upon seeing this, the coalition forces at the front were greatly boosted in morale and launched a more violent counterattack. In the fierce confrontation between the two sides, the color of the sky and the earth changed, the spiritual storm raged, and the shouts of killing shook the mountains and rivers. Wang Lu was like a god of war descending to earth, and demon gods fell down wherever he went. There were more and more wounds on his body, and his armor was dyed red with blood, but his eyes became more and more fierce.

In the end, under the stubborn resistance and counterattack of the coalition forces, the Demon Clan army gradually collapsed and retreated outside the territory. But Wang Lu knew that this was only a temporary victory, and the Demon Gods would not give up. He would shoulder the hope of the entire Spiritual Continent and all living beings outside the territory, and continue to move forward on this thorny road until the Demon Gods were completely expelled. There is still peace in the world...