Wei Lin didn't care. Their long-term goal was to kill Song Zi, and they would inevitably become enemies of the Song family. It was more important to resolve the immediate crisis first.
Although their rescue had a purpose, the life-saving grace was real. Nightingale had a good impression of them and decided to leave as soon as possible to reduce the possibility of being discovered.
She casually tucked the strands of hair on her temples behind her ears and said, "Calculating the time, Mu Xiaoyou's Jade Dew Pill should be refined. I will take the first step."
"Senior, walk slowly."
Several people sent each other sincere greetings. As soon as they finished speaking, they suddenly felt something strange in the breeze blowing on their faces, which made people feel chilly in their hearts.
Wei Lin opened his consciousness and found nothing unusual, but the wind gave him a really uneasy feeling, as if something big was about to happen.
The experienced Zhang Duo and the other four quickly changed their expressions and their voices trembled: "They are demons, a lot of demons!"
Wei Lin felt a chill in his heart. Zhang Duo and the others were veterans of the war for many years, and their experience and judgment regarding the demons were still higher than those of high-level immortals.
Nightingale also felt the strangeness in the wind. After careful investigation, she said: "There are also a large number of demonic armies attacking in the two nearby war zones. It seems that they are preparing to attack by force. The leader, who is in the late stage of the ghost demon realm, is heading towards the ninth war zone. went."
"Late stage of Ghost Demon Realm!" Several people exclaimed in alarm. The highest cultivation level in the three war zones 7, 89 and 9 was no more than the early stage of Taiyi Golden Immortal. However, on the demon side, a demon general who was two realms higher came. How could he stop this?
What's even more unlucky is that the only Taiyi Golden Immortal has just been defeated by them. Now the highest cultivation level of their immortal clan is at the late stage of the Celestial Immortal Realm, which is a whole big difference!
As the distance got closer, Nightingale detected more and more information, "It's a bloody thorn."
"Bloody thorns!" Jun Yushan's voice was almost distorted, and his eyes were full of disbelief, "Gui Tu's direct army! Why are they here?"
Zhang Duo said in a heavy voice: "Adjustment of defenses. This situation is only possible with comprehensive deployment and adjustment of the demon clan."
In the Yueqing world, the Blood Thorns are the absolute main force, and their mobilization is related to the layout of the entire demon army. Only comprehensive offensive and defensive adjustments can make such big changes.
The corners of Wei Lin's lips tightened. Adjustment of defense means turbulence, especially in a small war zone where there are no strong men in charge. Every time he adjusts defense, he is dangling behind the closed door of hell with his head in his hand.
The captured war zone may be recovered later, but these little fairy soldiers cannot be resurrected after death.
It's true that misfortunes never come singly.
He looked into the distance. The soldiers on the front line were fighting a bloody battle with the Fifteenth Dark Fire Army. In the rear station, the soldiers who had rotated off the front line were either taking the time to rest or racing against time to practice.
He sighed softly, looked at Nightingale, and prayed: "Senior, can you..."
"Okay." Nightingale agreed without waiting for him to finish.
Wei Lin was stunned, a little uncomfortable with her cheerfulness. This was not just about killing a few people.
"I am also a citizen of Xingque Immortal. I cannot watch so many soldiers die here." Nightingale looked into the distance and said, "Let's go to the Ninth War Zone first. No one should have noticed that Master Zhou Chang and his servant are dead at this moment."
"Thank you, senior." Wei Lin quickly understood what she meant. Before anyone noticed, he pretended to be Zhou Chang's master and servant to meet the enemy, and held off until reinforcements arrived.
Jun Yushan was even more happy. With some operation, he could completely create the illusion that Zhou Chang's master and servant died in the hands of the demons. In this way, Nightingale's existence would be even more secret.
Since only Zhou Chang's master and servant died in the ninth war zone, Nightingale ordered Wei Lin to go with her, while the others returned to Jun's residence.
Nightingale's speed was very fast. When the two returned to Zhou's usual residence again, the outside was in order.
Before they could finish their disguises, the horn sounded urgently, and a messenger rushed in, "Report, sir, the demon army is coming!"
Wei Lin flicked the sleeves of his robe, and the strong wind blew the curtains in the room flying wildly, blocking the sight of the messenger.
Taking advantage of this moment, he hurriedly changed into Zhou Chang's appearance. He didn't have time to adjust the details before lifting the curtain and going out. He asked sternly: "How many troops are there and who is the commander?"
“We haven’t found out the details yet!”
"Explore again!"
"yes!"
The messenger turned around and went out. He barely glanced at Zhou Chang the whole time and walked in a hurry.
At this time, Nightingale had already finished her disguise and praised her, "It's smart and bold, not bad."
Wei Lin said a few words modestly, and quickly adjusted his body shape. In a moment, except for his cultivation, he was no different from the dead Zhou Chang.
After thinking about it, he simply concealed all his cultivation and looked like an ordinary mortal.
As the person in charge of the Ninth War Zone, few people dared to peek at him blatantly, not to mention that there was 'Peng Xiao', the Taiyi Golden Immortal guard, so no one would doubt him.
Besides, at this urgent moment, who has the time to pay attention to this?
The two of them ducked out and stood in mid-air on the front line. The dark fire demon army that was originally fighting with the Zhou family was fierce and fierce. The panicked immortal soldiers were retreating steadily.
Behind the demon army, black clouds rolled in, like raging wolves, and they were approaching in an instant. The shuddering breath in the wind became stronger and stronger. The soldiers involuntarily tightened the weapons in their hands, and their hearts beat like thunder drums.
The messenger soldier with a pale face flew to the approaching guard, trembling and reported: "Sir, it is a bloody thorn."
Wei Lin nodded and said loudly: "It doesn't matter whether it's bloody thorns or green thorns, if you want to survive, you have to show your true skills!"
He wanted to say some more morale-boosting words, but because he didn't understand Zhou Chang's character and habits, he had to give up.
As hundreds of demon soldiers wearing dark red armor appeared in the field of vision, an invisible aura surged forward that crushed all obstacles in the way. Regardless of the immortal soldiers or demon soldiers, those with weaker strength subconsciously held their breath. breathe.
The more keen the warrior, the more he can sense the almost stagnant depression in the air before the storm approaches.
Wei Lin's expression was solemn. Among the demon soldiers wearing dark red armor, he felt an extremely terrifying aura, as if a tornado that stretched straight from heaven to earth was slowly approaching.
In front of that huge will that seems to be able to compete with the power of heaven and earth, all living things seem so small.
His rich combat experience told him that it was just an illusion, an instinctive cowardice caused by being suppressed by the opponent's strong pressure.
This terrifying aura should have come from the commander in the late stage of the Ghost Demon Realm. He looked at Peng Xiao, who was pretending to be Nightingale, and said, "Thank you for your help."
The eyes of the immortal soldiers involuntarily fell on 'Peng Xiao'. Seeing that his face was calm and unhurried, everyone's anxiety calmed down a lot.
Wei Lin finally realized that the wars of immortal cultivators were different from those of ordinary people. The strong ones played an irreplaceable role on the battlefield.
When two armies confront each other, the stronger one must block the stronger one on the opposite side. Otherwise, all advantages in troops, materials, and terrain will be in vain.
Even if the following war is won, as long as the strong one loses, everything will be reversed in an instant.
After all, Xingque still respects the strong!
(End of chapter)
