Immortality begins with the sword of ignorance

Chapter 163 An unexpected victory (please subscribe)

"You can attack the enemy from thousands of miles away?!!"

"It's not that exaggerated. There are some prerequisites."

Ignoring Yue Qianqian and Zhou Cang's surprise, Zhong Cang walked out of Feizhou's training room after killing several people on the opposite side.

Looking around the ground, Zhong Cang discovered that in the short period of time the two of them were conferring with him, the harassment on the ground had not stopped.

Blood corpses, puppets, deformed monsters, skeletons, blood beasts, poisonous insects... all kinds of monsters are launching a surprise attack on the Yunxiao Army.

Although, these monsters do not come in a hive like a tide of beasts, but appear intermittently.

But this still gave Yunxiao Army a lot of trouble.

In particular, the people of the Demon Sect knew the marching route of the Yunxiao Army and had already buried the monsters underground, making them difficult to detect.

Such a surprise attack would not kill many people, but it would have a huge impact on morale.

Especially when those bloody corpses died, there was no fear, roar, or laughter.

"Hahaha, you can't kill us!"

“I will come again!”

"Don't sleep, next time, I will sneak attack in my dream..."

"Jiejie, you all have to die here..."

The enemies that cannot be touched or killed, and the continuous sneak attacks, all make the Yunxiao army exhausted and full of fear.

The people of the Demon Sect felt pleasure in being able to kill on a large scale.

"Hey, I hope they collapse a little slower. I haven't seen such a fun killing for a long time."

"It's okay if it collapses. The reason why we attack in the middle is because we are here. They can't advance or retreat. They can only be beaten to death by us..."

"Would you like to have a competition to see who can kill more people...huh?!!"

The fact that they are safe makes the people of the Demon Sect even regard killing as entertainment.

And just as they were reveling wantonly, a "Clang!" and a clear and sweet sword sound sounded from the sky.

The sound of the sword is melodious and crisp, and although the sound of the sword is not very intense or high-pitched, it is like mercury pouring down the ground, pervasive, and spreads extremely far away.

Everyone in the entire battlefield heard the clear and sweet sound of sword chants.

The sudden sound stopped the battle for a moment.

And soon, everyone discovered Zhong Cang standing in the void.

Seeing him, both the veterans of the Black Mountain Army and the soldiers of Linyuan City burst out into joy.

In fact, the latter's voice is louder than the former.

There was no way, in the battle of Linyuan City, the Black Mountain Army, as a friendly force, just felt at ease.

Linyuan City soldiers are enemies, and therefore, they can feel Zhong Cang's power and terror even more.

Even if a month has passed, they will never forget the sound of the sky collapsing and thunder.

Even veterans often wake up in the middle of the night.

They can remember the fear of that day for the rest of their lives.

They are afraid of Zhong Cang, but they are more convinced of Zhong Cang's strength.

"Great, Lord Cangtian has taken action!"

"Long live Lord Cangtian, kill them!"

"It's over for you, all of you are going to die!"

Cangtian is also the name of Zhong Cang.

The powerful family, the children of the Demon Sect, and these hostile people gave Zhong Cang the title of Butcher and Evil Ghost.

The disciples of Yunxiao Sect called Zhong Cang senior brother, which seemed close.

Ordinary soldiers, because of their lack of knowledge, were regarded as immortals by them.

Zhong Cang, who is in charge of Thunder and Lightning and can make the sky go berserk at a single thought, is even more awed by them, and he is also called Cang Tian by them.

Ignoring everyone's cheers, Zhong Cang just kept flexing his fingers and flicking the soul sword in front of him.

"Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!"...

Following his strikes, crisp sword cries resounded through the battlefield, suppressing the fight on the battlefield.

This is not the superimposition of the sword sounds of the twelve tones of Yujing Tianlou, but purely conveying meaning through sound.

Blood corpses, puppets, monsters... Although these things are not the main body of Moxiu, but in order to play their role, Moxiu still needs to attach spiritual thoughts to them.

Even, in order to better play their role, Momen specially transferred a batch of utensils and distributed them to the following disciples.

This allows the disciples of the Demon Sect to control the blood corpse from a long distance, and can also immerse themselves in a wonderland, and better utilize the power of the blood corpse puppet.

Before, they felt that such manipulation was very satisfying, but now, these artifacts have become their talisman.

"Clang!"

Because you are immersed in the scene, the clear sword sound can be heard not only by the soldiers, but also by the monks.

A sword originates from the heart.

When the sound reaches their ears, an illusory sword shadow will appear in their hearts regardless of distance.

However, at this time, the sword shadow is just an illusion, following Zhong Cang's thoughts.

With a sound of "Chi!", the sword of the soul in the sea of Zhong Cang's consciousness will use the illusory sword shadow as the coordinate, replace it, and slash it fiercely!

The sword of the heart cuts the soul!

Logically speaking, the collision of souls can easily cause both sides to lose.

However, the soul on the other side is too weak, and the gap between them is too big.

The quality of the soul in the middle stage of foundation building and the addition of the sword intention of the Heart Sword make Zhong Cang's Soul Sword like steel.

On the other hand, looking at the opposite side, it was illusory, scattered, and like mist. How could such a spirit be worth a killing blow from Zhong Cang?

A thousand eggs cannot break steel.

What Zhong Cang showed here was that he was killing wantonly. As long as they heard the sound of the sword and let the illusory sword shadow rise from their hearts, they would be finished.

"Qiang!" "Qiang!" "Qiang!"...

In just a few minutes, more than a hundred demon cultivators were killed by Zhong Cang.

The soul was gone and there was no one to control it, and the battlefield finally became peaceful for a moment.

And just when Zhong Cang thought this peace would last, something happened that left him speechless.

...As they marched, there were demon cultivators, manipulating blood corpses and puppets to charge into the formation. This forced Zhong Cang to not return to the flying boat. He could only sit at the front of the flying boat, close his eyes and concentrate, and then prepared to flick his sword.

"Qiang!" "Qiang!" "Qiang!"...

This sitting lasted for three hours.

During this process, the harassing demon cultivators continued.

Regarding this, Zhong Cang... was not upset, only happy and confused.

After killing nearly three hundred demon cultivators in three hours, how could he not be happy?

As for doubts:

"What are the demon cultivators doing? Aren't they afraid of death? Why do they keep harassing them, knowing that there will be no return?"

"And the higher-ups of the Demon Sect, why don't they stop the unnecessary attacks by their disciples?"

"Even if they believe in the law of the jungle and don't care much about the life and death of their disciples, too many people have died, right?"

You know, there are only 500 or 600 monks on Zhong Cang's flying boat, and now, he has killed half of them.

More importantly, since he took action, the raids by these people had no effect except delaying the team's time.

——The Demon Sect disciples killed more Yunxiao Sect soldiers than they did.

This kind of fighting method is no longer a loss to the Demon Sect, but a loss of blood.

Just when he was confused, Master Hualin landed.

"Nephew Cang, are you wondering?"

"A bit. They keep saying that they don't know who gave me the courage to fight them. Now, I don't know what they are thinking?"

These words made Master Hualin laugh.

"Perhaps, they have no plan, but they just haven't realized that there has been a drastic change here."

"?!!"

"It's impossible. Such a big battle should be presided over by Master Ji Zhu. Each team should have jade talismans to communicate with each other. No matter what, they should have reacted?"

Zhong Cang felt that things would not be so bizarre.

And this, it can only be said that his knowledge is still lacking.

Unlike the ordinary army, the Demon Sect's leadership in this battle is not based on military ability. The Demon Sect respects the strong and only trusts the strong.

Therefore, the demon sect leaders sitting in this position are all powerful foundation-building masters.

However, in a demon sect with extremely serious internal conflicts, most of the strong men are cruel, selfish, and have some quirks.

At the same time, in the Demon Sect, the strong are everything, and only the weak serve the strong. The strong have no responsibility, let alone be kind, and focus on the weak wholeheartedly.

Just like the current leaders of the Demon Sect - Madam Yin, Master Yanrong, and Master Dujiao.

Three real people were sent out at once, which shows that the Demon Sect still takes this harassment very seriously.

Initially, these three real people knew the importance of this battle and had paid attention to the situation on the battlefield.

After discovering that the Demon Sect had the upper hand and the Yunxiao Sect was tired of dealing with it, they laughed wildly and didn't care much. There were two real people who wanted to practice.

If that's all, it's nothing.

But among the three real people, Mrs. Yin came from the Yin Yang Hehuan Sect. She was bored and seduced the other two real people.

I don’t know how she seduced him, but in short, the three of them got together like lightning and fire.

When having fun, will anyone pay attention to the outside world?

Won't.

At the same time, the three real people still wanted to save face. Although they were having sex during the day, they were still three people together, but they still went to a private place to enjoy themselves.

Just like that, the Demon Sect disciples no longer have a commander-in-chief.

"???"

And because of their selfishness, the disciples of the major demon sects rarely communicate with each other.

They didn't know that all those who rushed the tower in the early stage died.

The Demon Sect disciples who were ambushing in the rear were thinking about how to kill Yunxiao soldiers and Yunxiao Sect monks, and how to spread rumors that disturbed people's hearts.

"What should I say when I jump out..."

After pondering like this for several hours, when the Yunxiao Sect team passed by, they jumped out with the 'beautiful words' they thought of.

Then, when they showed up, they were gone.

A sword originates from the sea of the heart, and it also kills others and me.

The chant of the sword conveys the meaning, and the sword is inseparable from the heart.

With these two abilities, plus the soul in the middle stage of foundation building, Zhong Cang is completely killing people.

And this killing happened - at noon the next day.

Yes, after finding that no one was in charge and the harassment from the demonic cultivators continued, Zhong Cang directly gave the order to march through the night.

This is to lure the demon cultivators out.

This operation was very successful, because it was dozens or even hundreds of miles away from the army.

The disciples of the Demon Sect simply did not believe that Zhong Cang could kill him from such a distance.

Therefore, as long as the Yunxiao Sect passes by, they will attack boldly, laughing wantonly, and then die with fear on their faces.

——The reason why they jumped out so easily is also related to the fact that most of them buried the bloody corpses in the soil in order to hide them.

When they were hiding in the mud, they couldn't see the Yunxiao Army's situation. When they saw it, it was already too late.

...

One night, Zhong Cang's team traveled a full 180 kilometers (professional soldiers and warriors).

It was not until noon that he ordered the army to rest after finding that no one was attacking again.

"It is only deployed for one hundred and fifty miles... It is reasonable. According to their estimates, the harassed Yunxiao Army will march extremely slowly or even stagnate. Therefore, there is no need to deploy from here to Yangcheng. On the contrary, If everyone is deployed within a hundred miles, we can launch attacks better and more frequently."

This arrangement also allowed Zhong Cang to lure many people out in one day and night.

"More than six hundred, the prepared number is six hundred and eighty-three. This time we made a lot of money."

Zhong Cang was happy, and on the other side, the three people who were still alive also woke up.

It has to be said that the foundation-building monks are really strong, especially when there is also a monk from the Yin Yang Sect. The three of them had sex all night. After waking up in the morning, they had another row. It was not until noon that the three of them finished combing and returned to their original state. look.

Among them, Master Du Jiao of the Wanling Demon Sect is considered the most responsible.

After returning to his original state, he took out the communication, contacted his disciples, and asked about the situation on the battlefield.

"Zhang Ke, where are the people from Yunxiao Sect?"

"..."

Naturally, no one responded to his inquiry.

And this also caused a cold light to appear in the eyes of Master Dujiao.

"How dare you ignore me, you are dead."

Without giving him a 'chance', Master Dujiao contacted the second disciple.

"Mo Mao, where are the people from Yunxiao Sect?"

Of course, there was still no response from the other side, and the order also made the cold light in Master Dujiao's eyes thicker.

"You didn't even pay attention to me. Haha, it seems that I am still too kind!"

At this moment, he didn't realize anything was wrong, he just thought he was being slighted.