Starry Sky Professional

The land of five sects and ten kingdoms.

Five Fingers Peak.

Fang Xing took a rare trip out of quarantine and met Han Qingyun who came to report on his work.

At this time, Han Qingyun had successfully established his foundation and became a foundation-building monk.

Wearing a green robe, he looked quite high-spirited.

After all, with the attention of Fang Xing and the full cultivation of Supreme Elder Lu Yi, he finally succeeded in building the foundation and extended his life by two decades!

Now is war time again. As long as we get a few more opportunities and practice to the point of perfect foundation building in the future, we might have a chance to attack the core formation.

His spiritual root qualifications are average, even unworthy, and even if he can form a fake elixir, he will be satisfied.

"Greetings to the general!"

Han Qingyun saluted respectfully. It was obvious that he knew who his real backstage was. Even when Fang Xing was in seclusion and had no visitors, he would often come over to see him, wondering if he might be lucky enough to meet her.

If I get the chance this time, I will naturally give him a slap in the face.

"Well...what happened recently?"

Fang Xing stood on the cliff, with his hands behind his back, his whole body filled with immortal energy, as if he was going to control the wind and fly away at any moment.

"The remnants of the Wang family who had been wandering around were caught, fought near Sanyin Pond, and beheaded the last foundation-building monk..."

"The foundation-building forces in the entire Five Elements Sect land have been completely pacified."

Han Qingyun respectfully reported.

He is Fang Xing's news channel outside of Luyi.

If you listen to both, you will be enlightened, and if you believe only, you will be concealed. Those in power should still keep the information channels open.

Otherwise, people might come to the door and think they are invincible.

"Unknowingly, it's been so many years..."

Fang Xing looked in the direction of Musha Sect: "It is said that the fight there was very heavy. Musha Sect has arranged a quasi-fourth-level formation...Uncle Fu even used the fourth-level earth vein beads. But...there should be good news recently, right?"

The biggest weakness of Musha Sect is the lack of spiritual energy. After all, it is only a golden elixir force and only occupies a third-level high-grade spiritual vein.

Setting up a quasi-fourth-level formation requires a large amount of spiritual stone consumption.

And in this kind of battle, when the peak power of the formation must be maintained at all times, the consumption of spiritual stones is as high as mountains and seas.

After several years of continuous war, it is said that the spiritual veins of the Musa Sect have a tendency to shrink. After defeating the Musa Sect, there is a high probability that they will be downgraded.

Han Qingyun shuddered a little.

Such a brutal battle is rare in the world of immortality.

"More importantly... why?"

Fang Xing's eyes were deep: "Why do you want to defend Musha Sect...Use the terrain of the five sects and ten kingdoms to constantly block the attack, sacrifice Musha Sect, Zhenhuandao, and Blood River Palace one by one to block the footsteps of our army and continue to consume it. The sharpness of sword cultivation... When we go deep into the army alone, it is the normal strategy to wait for work in the southern Wanxiang Sect! "

After all, he was one of the people who slipped through the compulsory education system of the Blue Star Federation—no, he was an elite!

I still took the command and combat course.

Han Qingyun was confused.

As an immortal cultivator, if he is asked to practice and fight, he may be very good at it, but he can barely make alchemy and draw talismans.

Recently, I have taken some time off from my busy schedule to study the art of weapon refining.

But he has never learned this kind of military art, let alone paid attention to it.

After all, in the minds of immortal cultivators, military books and the like are just ordinary people playing house games.

"Rotten wood cannot be carved..."

Seeing the confused Han Qingyun, Fang Xing shook his head, too lazy to explain to him.

call out!

At this moment, a sword cry suddenly came from the sky!

The sound of the sword was sharp and rapid...with the implication of fighting and fighting.

"Flying sword to pass the message?"

Han Qingyun raised his head in astonishment: "Is it still the highest level of Feijian Chuan?"

He saw Fang Xing make a seal and hold the flying sword at will. With a sweep of his consciousness, his expression changed slightly. He groaned first, and then showed a sneer: "Han Qingyun!"

"The disciple is here!"

Han Qingyun quickly bowed.

"Go and ring the bell... We are going to be destroyed."

Fang Xing held the flying sword and said calmly.

"A catastrophe? A catastrophe?"

Han Qingyun's eyes widened, but he did not dare to delay for a moment.

Not long after, bells echoed back and forth on Five Fingers Peak.

Along with the sound of the bell, one by one the foundation-building monks controlled spiritual weapons or transformed into spiritual lights and flew into the hall.

"What's going on?"

"Could it be that Master Luyi wants to kill the chicken to scare the monkey again?"

A foundation-building monk looked at each other, slightly uneasy.

Fang Xing's words before, asking Lu Yi to wash away the blood in the Hall of Rewarding Good and Punishing Evil, caused all parties to temporarily restrain themselves.

But it didn't take long before he returned to his old ways.

Although Master Luyi turns a blind eye to these situations, who knows if he is fishing?

But this time, after the arrival of Master Lu Yi, he did not announce anything, but just stood below.

Not long after, the light of the sword flashed, and a young man with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes sat in the main seat of the main hall, with gentle eyes, looking at the many monks below: "Everyone... I have just received news that the Wanxiang Demon Sect has sent out a surprise force and has defeated all the beasts of the Zheng Kingdom. Zong Daying... In other words, our retreat is blocked and there is a risk of being outflanked."

As soon as he said this, the whole palace was in an uproar!

Even if a cultivator knows nothing about military affairs, he still knows what it means to have his escape route cut off.

You must know that even if the lands under the jurisdiction of the Five Elements Sect are completely wiped out, a large number of monks and special resources will need to be transported from Zheng State to supplement them.

Even injuries, defense changes... all need to be turned around through Zheng Guo.

Now that the old camp of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect has been breached, it means that the logistics are broken!

The most dangerous thing about using troops is to run out of food!

Of course, for immortal cultivators, the situation is not that serious, but it is still bad.

"quiet!"

Looking at the hustle and bustle in the hall, Fang Xing flicked his fingers.

A sword cry instantly silenced the monks present.

After all, this general is a fierce man with one sword and one fake elixir. Even at this juncture, Master Lu Yi doesn't dare to stab him at all.

"If you have any questions, ask them one by one. Lu Yi!"

Fang Xing began to name names.

"Excuse me, General... there is a formation and a large number of monks in Ten Thousand Beast Mountain. How did you defeat it?"

Master Lu Yi looked a little pale and asked. This was also what the monks in the temple wanted to know most.

"It was broken by a forceful attack... It is said that the person who took action was suspected to be True Monarch Nascent Soul. Although the Ten Thousand Beast Mountain Camp was stationed by a Jindan Sword Cultivator from our sect and had a formation, it was still breached... That Jindan Master Uncle Already killed in battle."

Fang Xing didn't have anything to hide, he just said it directly.

"Zhenjun Nascent Soul?"

These four words carried a heavy weight, causing the originally peaceful hall to boil.

"Okay, the second one, you come."

Fang Xing pointed at Han Qingyun.

Han Qingyun took a deep breath and asked calmly in the eyes of many monks in the middle and late stages of foundation building: "Did the Supreme Lord Nascent Soul ever stop him?"

According to the rules of the world of immortality, it has always been soldiers against soldiers, and generals against each other.

In their opinion, since the Supreme Elder of the Wanxiang Demon Sect made a move, Kuangtu Chu should have caught him, and there was still room for recovery of the war situation.

"About this..."

Fang Xing's expression was a little strange: "What I can tell you is that the Supreme Elder of our sect is restraining the Nascent Soul Old Demon of the Wanxiang Demon Sect, and neither party has taken action..."

"What? The demonic path actually has the support of a Nascent Soul Lord?"

"This, this, this..."

Many monks are going crazy.

In fact, when faced with this situation, this motley crew who were not disciples of the Tianjian Sect almost wanted to vote.

However... I really can't beat Fang Xing.

"I dare to ask, General...then what should we do?"

Finally, a late-stage foundation-building monk came out to ask.

He was originally a casual cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, but he made many military exploits, obtained a large number of cultivation elixirs, and exchanged them for a level-breaking elixir. He finally broke through to the late stage of foundation building, and was considered a beneficiary of the war dividends.

"Finally, someone asked the truth."

Fang Xing nodded, flicked his fingers, and a curtain of light appeared, with maps of the five sects and ten kingdoms on it: "This surprise attack by the Wanxiang Demon Sect has been planned for a long time... After our retreat is cut off, we will inevitably be surrounded!"

Judging from the map, although the Tianjian Sect now occupies the original Tianba Gate, the Five Elements Sect's spiritual veins, and has a large army in the Musha Sect, it has no way out.

"At this time, the most dangerous thing is the army in the direction of Musha Sect. It is in the middle of a big battle and it is difficult to retreat smoothly. It will inevitably encounter a fierce attack..."

"We, the partial masters, have less attention and can break out separately... We will first transfer to Zheng Kingdom, and then go to Qi Kingdom... Of course, there are many Zheng Kingdom monks among you. If you don't want to go to Qi Kingdom, that's fine. Just stay in Zheng Kingdom. Go lurking, or fight guerrillas..."

Fang Xing said.

Although he knew that once the demonic path became powerful, 90% of these monks would surrender to the enemy.

But no matter what, they are still working for themselves now, should they be killed because of what will happen in the future?

What's more... these rotten fish and shrimps will be of no use even if they surrender to the enemy.

So it's casual.

What's more... it's not easy to return to Zheng State alive.

"Now my general orders us to break out individually as a unit!"

Fang Xing waved his hand.

This is effectively equivalent to declaring dissolution on the spot.

And he didn't even want to be a burden to the Tianjian Sect.

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned into a sword light, rushed into the sky, and disappeared...

"this……"

Han Qingyun looked at the hall that immediately became a mess, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "Is this a breakout? Is this the general's escape before the battle?"

He actually wanted to follow the general.

Even without thinking about it, you know that the road back now is definitely full of thorns, and you have a greater chance of surviving by following a high-level monk.

pity……

Fang Xing actually didn't leave, he just hid in the clouds and watched the chaos below.

He fully experienced what it means to be a monk like a locust.

The first was Master Lu Yi, who directly relied on his cultivation to crush all the spiritual materials and pills in the treasure house that he didn't like, and then left quickly with a small group of Qingxuan Sect's elites in a flying boat.

He even chose to abandon most of the Qingxuan Sect monks!

The remaining monks dispersed in a rush after frantically scrambling for the scraps left by the high-level monks.

In some places, even the immature elixirs in the elixir gardens have to be dug up by the roots!

There was also a firefight over this, it was really a big mess.

Even in the middle of the riot, a demonic army appeared in the south.

Seeing this scene, those cultivators did not hesitate at all. They dispersed like birds and beasts in an instant. It was like eight immortals crossing the sea, each showing his magical powers.

"Well, those who fly, those who escape from the ground, those who ride on spiritual beasts, those who control puppets..."

Fang Xing looked at it and couldn't help but nod: "Although these motley monks are all incompetent in combat, are they very proficient in escape spells?"

"Oh? There are still a few who are heading directly towards the enemy. Are they planning to surrender directly?"

For him, the top spiritual objects of the Five Finger Peak had long been stored in his storage ring, and these miscellaneous cultivators would not be valued even by the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Lost, lost.

Moreover, this was a failure of the grand strategy, not a sin of war.

‘Although deserting the battlefield is nothing, it does not match my reputation as a sword cultivator... I have to chop off a few heads to make this journey worthwhile. ’

Thinking of this, Fang Xing concealed his sword light and followed behind the surrendered cultivators.

Boom!

The demon army in the south was composed of dozens of flying boats.

Seeing the cultivators coming, a blood cloud flew out immediately. In the blood cloud, there was an old man holding a magic banner, shouting: "I am the third hall master of the Blood River Hall... Now I am the vanguard of the army. Now that the Tianjian Sect is defeated, what do you want?"

"We are willing to surrender to the devil, no... it is the holy way!"

An elderly casual cultivator smiled and bowed his head: "Third hall master, you don't know... The Tianjian Sect's true descendants heard that the army was coming and fled directly. Now that the army has left, they can take it without a fight..."

"What?"

The third hall master of the Blood River Hall was furious: "Damn... That true descendants swordsman is so famous, and I wanted to refine him into a blood corpse, but he ran away?"

For the Blood River Hall, the blood of the cultivators is the most precious resource.

When he heard that most of the monks on the mountain had run away, the Third Hall Master was so angry that his hair and beard stood up: "If that's the case, what use do I have for you?"

He opened his hand, and the blood river swept over, engulfing the surrendered monks. All the magic tools and robes were instantly stained.

As a result, the monks' bodies turned into a pool of pus and blood in an instant.

"Damn... Damn it!"

The Third Hall Master roared: "Go with a boat, occupy the Five Fingers Peak first... We will go to the Wood Evil Sect, and with the Saint Sect's army holding them back, the Tianjian Sect's army will definitely not be able to escape..."

At this moment, a sword sound suddenly came from the void!

A sword slashed through the blood river!

The Third Hall Master, who was in the early stage of Jindan, had no time to react before a sword shadow pierced his sea of ​​consciousness, and the intense pain made him lose consciousness for a moment.

"Sword of Heaven's Will!"

Fang Xing controlled the rotten iron sword, and a sword light fell along the trajectory that looked like a punishment from heaven, smashing the body-protecting true essence of the Third Hall Master.

"Ahhh!"

At the critical moment, a blood ghost jumped out from the magic banner of the Third Hall Master's life magic weapon, roaring and opening its ferocious mouth to bite the flying sword.

It turned out that the life magic weapon automatically protected the master!

"A mantis trying to stop a chariot."

Fang Xing sneered, and the sword light flashed, like thunder, extremely fine, with the ultimate cutting intention.

The great freedom of the black gold sword tore the blood ghost and fell on the Third Hall Master who finally came to his senses, and immediately killed him.

The sword light turned, and picked up a storage bag, and then the man and the sword became one, turning into a shocking long rainbow, escaping into the sky...