What is a wild beast?
The wild beast is an otherworldly strong man, a demon saint who has not opened his spiritual wisdom, and a great evil that can destroy an entire county!
Wild beasts that have not activated their intelligence are certainly terrifying, but the harm is not too serious. Mortal warriors can still find ways to fight against them.
But if the wild beast opens its spiritual intelligence and has the ability to think like a "human", then it can be equivalent to a demon saint.
Because man is the spirit of all things!
now.
This was the case for the second prince Tang Anmin who sacrificed himself with a secret method and forcibly occupied the wild consciousness of the Ximenghu wild beast.
This brand new dream beast, Xi Menghu, has transformed, just like the demon saint has arrived in its true form!
"Hong Yuan, hold on, this battle is all up to you. No matter what, you have to defend." Bai Xiangxuan's expression changed slightly, and the purple gold gourd suspended above his head also spit out a faint golden mist from time to time. The side view shows General Bai Xiangxuan's heavy mood.
"Burial of humans and animals together? No, it doesn't look like it." Great Sage Mouliang narrowed his eyes and watched the transformation of Xi Menghu carefully. The white feather fan in his hand shook gently, "With the suppression of the Rebellion Holy Formation, the situation is still with us. Under control, the Dream Seed Competition can continue. But Hong Yuan may have to withdraw!"
"Second Prince...Hong Yuan, I want you to die!!!" King Zhenbei flashed a sharp light in his eyes and gritted his teeth. The talents of the Daxuan royal family were already withering away. Suddenly, two pillars who were expected to become saints were reduced. He even had the intention of devouring Hong Yuan alive.
Under the sky, the boundless gray thunder is like the Milky Way hanging upside down.
On the ground, souls of ferocious beasts were rushing around as far as the eye could see.
With every breath of Xi Menghu Tang Anyang, the color of heaven and earth suddenly changed, and hurricanes burst out.
The humans and animals on the battlefield panicked and used all their strength to stay away from the battlefield as hard as they could.
Even the famous martial arts geniuses such as Qinglu Army Chief Li Qiyuan and Longyan Army Chief Chen Hao were pushed off the battlefield by the sudden surge of Xi Menghu Tang Anyang's majestic momentum, and could not directly fight. Looking at Xixi Menghu Tang Anyang.
The more advanced the world of martial arts, the more it reflects one's personal power.
The fifth level is ordinary, and the sixth level is holy.
There is a real difference between a mortal warrior and an immortal warrior saint.
Since ancient times, those who have been able to fight against the sixth-level saints at the peak of the fifth-level are either the legendary ten-level martial arts cultivators, or the trendsetters of various eras.
"Hong Yuan, I hope you will not live up to your reputation as the number one mortal man and shoulder your responsibilities..." Chen Hao, Li Qiyuan and other military leaders looked at Hong Yuan expectantly.
"Feel the last years of your life, Hong Yuan!" The generals of the Daxuan Dynasty and others looked deeply, extremely confident that Xi Menghu Tang Anyang would destroy Hong Yuan easily. This was their experience gained from many battlefields. !
A fierce wind blew, causing Hong Yuan's robe to flutter up and down and rustle. The blow made Hong Yuan's black hair fly and his shoulders fall down.
Since he was the target of Ximenghu Tang Anyang, Hong Yuan was under pressure that others could not imagine. That is a hundred times, a thousand times the burden!
But Hong Yuan still had a calm expression on his face, with his hands behind his back and his eyes as unpredictable as a deep pool.
In Hong Yuan, there is a calm demeanor that allows him to remain unmoved no matter how the world turns, no matter how the sea dries up.
Inexplicably, the minds of the characters on the Sect Alliance side have calmed down, and they are no longer as restless as before.
"Hong Yuan, die!"
A sound like a child crying or a woman weeping roared out of Xi Menghu Tang Anyang's mouth.
The Ximenghu Tang Anyang pulled thousands of gray thunderbolts, which suddenly fell down, like a gray Milky Way pouring back towards the source of the flood.
The bursts of thunder completely wiped out the rest of the sounds on the battlefield.
Among these thousands of gray thunders, there were nearly a thousand traces of dream paths entangled, sinking the vast ground battlefield, which was very terrifying.
Facing this judgment filled with thunder, Hong Yuan's face remained calm without any change.
"The magical power of strength—Xuanwu Shadow!"
On Hong Yuan's right shoulder, a basalt shadow with a glans head and a snake's tail suddenly appeared, shrouding Hong Yuan and protecting Hong Yuan.
This lifelike basalt shadow has dense runes carved on its shell, like an ancient scripture.
Under Hong Yuan's urging, Xuanwu Phantom remained silent, allowing thousands of gray thunders to pour in, and allowing nearly a thousand dream tracks to entangle, but remained motionless!
"Boom!"
When the two confront each other, the light shines brightly and hurts.
The entire space was shaken, and it could not stop roaring outward.
The mortal warriors who were watching didn't know whether to close their eyes tightly or cover their bleeding ears.
They knelt down on the ground one after another, wailing and crying, and even the martial arts geniuses had to use all their strength to resist the aftermath.
This is a power that reaches the level of a saint, and cannot be glimpsed by mortals!
"No, there are big changes!"
The saints watching the battle in the blue sky were astonished. They all squinted their eyes and looked at Hong Yuan who was protected by the Xuanwu shadow.
The magical power of strength - Suzaku's phantom!
Hong Yuan stepped forward and breathed softly, and the air turned into the shadow of Suzaku.
The entire body of the Suzaku phantom glowed with fire, including the Suzaku Li Fire and the Nine Nether Fires. There were ninety-nine and eighty-one kinds of strange fires, burning the mountains and seas, and setting fire to the heaven and earth!
Vibrating the wings, the Suzaku shadow left indelible black marks in mid-air, and even created cracks in the void.
At this sight, both Dan Lao and Lin Bujing were shocked!
"Gulu~" Lin Bujing's throat twitched slightly and her eyes were dull, "Master, why does Hongyuan's Fire Dao attainment feel more powerful than mine..."
Dan Lao grabbed his white beard tightly, and his heart was filled with waves. In his time, he had never seen such a terrifying talent with his own eyes.
But in the end, Elder E could only say dryly: "One method can be used to master all methods, and you can do it in the future!"
Looking at Lin Bujing whose eyes had regained their divine light, Elder Dan couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "One method can lead to all methods. This road is so difficult. A monster like Hong Yuan has been born. It seems that , the great era is really coming!”
Under the sky, the flames are like ripples, endless.
When the gray thunder touches it, it melts step by step like snow meeting water.
This strange divine fire pushed forward unswervingly.
Even if Ximenghu Tang Anyang tried every means, he could not stop the endless divine fire from covering him and making him restrained.
At the end, the Suzaku shadow seemed to come to life, the Dao marks were blazing, and the divine fire flooded the world, burying Xi Menghu Tang Anyang's entire body.
"Death." Hong Yuan spoke softly with his tongue bursting with spring thunder.
The aura of Suzaku's shadow changed drastically, and it suddenly burst into boundless divine light. Its face became even more ferocious than Xi Menghu's, and the fire all over its body turned into black flames!
"ah--"
A wailing sound came from it, gradually losing the sound of life.
"What, the sacred weapon has lost contact, is the second prince going to die!?" Many saints from the Daxuan Dynasty looked ugly and angry.
The other Martial Saints' eyes were filled with divine light. Finally, was this tyrannical and leering Xi Menghu going to be killed?
The martial saints of Miaoyin Pavilion, Wutu Sect and Sihai Sect were very nervous and clenched their fists.
Because what happens next will determine whether their sect alliance can conquer the lost territory and rebuild the sect!
The strong wind blew against my face, and the thunder exploded into the sky.
At this critical moment, under the gaze of everyone, Hong Yuan calmly turned around, leaving the battlefield with lotus flowers growing at his feet.
Everyone was confused.
"Boom!"
A shocking loud noise was heard in front of him, causing all kinds of cloud waves to rise.
It turned out that the Suzaku shadow exploded and turned into thousands of streams of light, rushing back towards Hong Yuan's black figure.
Everyone was dumbfounded and looked at Hong Yuan in shock, with disbelief on their faces.
Ximenghu, whose ferocious power destroyed the Sihai Sect and Wutu Sect and made the sect alliance almost breathless, was simply killed by Hong Yuan! ?
"Anyang!"
"Ximenghu!"
"Second Prince!!!"
Someone from the Daxuan Dynasty shouted, unable to believe that the pile of ashes was their coach.
The strong wind blew, and the pile of ashes scattered in all directions. Xi Menghu and Tang Anyang were no longer in the world.
"died."
"I can't believe it."
"This is the first mortal person——"
The scene was in an uproar, like boiling hot water suddenly boiling.
The people in the sect alliance suddenly felt:
Its daybreak!
This world is very noisy and noisy.
Hong Yuan, however, calmly returned to his seat and issued the order for the entire army to attack.
His opponent should be the Great Dream Emperor!
It’s Heavenly Palace!
It’s the Demon Court!
Even the entire martial arts world!
The road to eternal life is still far away. What we are doing now is not worth mentioning.
…
…
Under the blue sky and white smoke and clouds, the martial saints of the Great Xuan Dynasty were entrenched here.
"No, I don't believe it!" Qingyun Hou flashed a hint of pain in his eyes and shouted sternly.
Qingyun Hou was born handsome, tall and tall, more than eight feet tall. He is the Saint of Luck, and he is also the uncle of the second prince Tang Anmin and the third prince Tang Anyang. He has invested a lot of effort and resources in these two princes.
"Sacred Artifact Qingyun Bell, start!"
"The magical power of luck - observing luck in this way!"
Marquis Qingyun pulled off the small green bronze bell hanging from his waist and threw it upwards.
Under the eyes of all the saints, the green bronze bell swelled in the wind, with various clouds and seal carvings on it, which was mysterious and mysterious.
Afterwards, Marquis Qingyun moved his feet and immediately hovered above the green bronze bell, sitting in a circle.
A strange green light flashed in his eyes, making his perspective completely different. He could roughly observe the fate of the saints in the field!
"Hong Yuan..." Qingyun Hou gritted his teeth and looked angrily at the world below, looking at the place where Hong Yuan was.
A gaze lowered from the sky, seeming to completely observe the source of the flood.
As soon as it appeared, Hong Yuan felt something in his heart.
But Hong Yuan remained calm and said secretly: "The magical power of observing luck... I don't know who will observe it this time."
When he was in Fengxi Sect, in order to replace the hidden body, Hong Yuan had already dealt with the luck of the waterway incarnation.
Even great figures like the Great Sage Fengxi did not notice the strangeness of Shuidao's incarnation, and Hong Yuan even ignored the upcoming spying.
"Buzz buzz!"
The holy artifact Qingyun Bell began to vibrate, transforming into many luck path marks, which entangled Marquis Qingyun, allowing Marquis Qingyun to see the foundation of Hongyuan more clearly.
Qingyun Hou's vision immediately changed:
From the perspective of Marquis Qingyun, Hongyuan's water-blue energy reaches a height of nearly ten thousand feet, soaring straight into the sky with great force, and has the potential to penetrate the heaven and earth!
In addition, there is a Gu insect attached to it, guarding Hong Yuan's destiny.
This is a bee. This bee is huge, white in body, and exquisite in appearance. It looks like a masterpiece carefully carved by a master craftsman. It has a hint of sacredness...
"ah--"
Suddenly, Qingyun Hou felt his eyes go blind and screamed strangely.
A mouthful of precious blood was spit out from Qingyun Hou's mouth. Qingyun Hou's black hair instantly turned into white silk, and his aura was sluggish.
King Zhenbei sighed: "Well, luck is most likely to suffer backlash along the way, so why do you have to suffer?"
"That's right. This Hong Yuan can be considered a temporary trend at best, far inferior to Bo Qing!" Luoyinhou nodded.
After a while, Marquis Qingyun recalled what he had observed and nodded heavily, which was regarded as an affirmation of Marquis Luoyin's words.
Hong Yuan is indeed not as good as "Bo Qing"!
…
When the wind is against me, I am obedient, and when the wind is tailwind, I attack hard.
No matter when, fighting against the wind is always the most exciting.
Because this represents military exploits, glory, and interests!
"Fengxi Legion serves as the vanguard."
"The Miaoyin Army, follow closely behind and provide support at any time."
"..."
Orders were issued one after another by Hong Yuan.
Seeing Hong Yuan's naked care for Fengxi Legion and Ye Zhuyin of Miaoyin Pavilion, the elders of various sects felt helpless and complicated in their hearts.
But when they recalled Hong Yuan's terrifying strength, they could only praise him.
"The leader is wise!"
"As expected of the leader!"
"If heaven had not given birth to me, Taoist Bee, the Eastern Wasteland would have been like a long night."
"..."
The elders of various sects who acted as a think tank all flattered Hong Yuan, not caring at all about their age and status.
Hong Yuan twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, smiled and shook his head, but he did not stop the elders from praising him.
It's all just a passing cloud.
He had discarded such things as false reputations when he was young and would not take them to heart.
But now that he has become the leader of the righteous path, he will continue to play the role of the leader of the righteous path well.
Han Jiuming, Ye Gufan, Xuanguang Qiao, Bo Qing... these are just one of his identities.
That identity is easy to use, and Hong Yuan uses that identity. He never limits himself.
In the big tent of the military camp, there was joy and laughter.
All kinds of free and somewhat disgusting compliments blurted out from the elders of various sects.
Especially the elders of the Wutu Sect and the Sihai Sect who had been exterminated. The elders of these two sects were really grateful to Hong Yuan, and they even burst into tears when they talked about their emotions.
On the upper left, Elder Lan from Fengxi Sect saw this scene, and his heart was filled with pride!
"My sect, Qilinzi Hong Yuan, has the qualifications of a great saint!" Elder Lan narrowed his eyes and looked at Hong Yuan's figure in awe.
This is the first mortal person!
…
The sky is blue and as pure as a mirror.
The sun was blazing red, and white clouds were floating in the sky, dispelling the haze of the recent past.
A day and a night have passed since the previous battle.
The sect alliance sounded the clarion call for a full-scale counterattack against the Daxuan Dynasty. It not only drove the Daxuan Dynasty out of Yinzhou in Miaoyin Pavilion, but also made progress and sang songs of progress in the process of regaining the Wutu Sect's territory.
It is true that everything comes into spring and is full of vitality.
This positive and good atmosphere spread throughout the sect alliance and even reached the base camp in the rear.
The rear base camp is an antique military tent.
The sect elders and martial arts geniuses gathered here, surrounded Hong Yuan, and began to roughly tally the battle achievements.
Hongyuan, Lin Bujing, Qiu Wuxi, Ye Zhuyin, Long Zhandu...
"The leader of the Hongyuan Alliance should be the first to achieve the first victory in this battle."
Hong Yuan nodded slightly when he heard the white-haired Longyan Sect elder below mentioned his name.
"Second merit goes to the military leader Lin Bujing."
"..."
Hong Yuan leaned on the main seat, overlooking the martial arts geniuses who were excited. After seeing Lin Bujing and Qiu Wuxi cheering each other up, the corners of Hong Yuan's mouth raised slightly, which was very subtle.
a long time.
The battle merit evaluation was finally over, and everyone exchanged a lot of treasures.
The breeze blew by, bringing a bit of coolness, but it could not quench everyone's burning hearts.
Just when they were about to say goodbye to Hong Yuan and rush to the front line, Hong Yuan spoke, and the whole audience fell silent and watched him speak.
Hong Yuan said calmly: "In this battle, Lin Bujing and Qiu Wuxi's performance was particularly outstanding. I admire these two very much."
Hearing what Hong Yuan said, Lin Bujing immediately smelled the atmosphere of conspiracy, and there was a hint of gloom in his eyes.
"Lin Bujing, Qiu Wuxi, you two come to me." Hong Yuan smiled and waved to them.
Lin Bujing and Qiu Wuxi looked at each other, feeling a little heavy.
Corporal Lixing, Hong Yuan is afraid that he comes from something bad~
When they got closer, Hong Yuan continued: "One person is the enemy, and three people are the enemy. I decided to promote Lin Bujing and Qiu Wuxi as deputy alliance leaders to act as my right-hand man!"
Boom!
At this moment, everyone in the military tent was focused on Lin Bujing and Qiu Wuxi.
There was shock, fear, ridicule, cruelty, and gloating in these eyes.
Those who can evaluate their military merits here are not ordinary warriors.
Everyone understood that Hong Yuan was secretly demoting Lin Bujing and Qiu Wuxi, depriving them of their military responsibilities, and then deployed his own people!
Hong Yuan was an upright and righteous method, and it was difficult for Lin Bujing and Qiu Wuxi to refuse.
Who made them face Ximenghu, one of them performed too badly, and the other performed too outstandingly.
Of course, the most important thing is that Hong Yuan showed his worth in this war and completely gained the trust of those Martial Saint Supreme Elders!
"I..." Lin Bujing's throat moved slightly, and she really didn't want Hong Yuan to seize power.
Qiu Wuxi quickly took Lin Bujing's hand and interrupted Lin Bujing's words, "Thank you, leader."
Under the gaze of everyone, Lin Bujing reluctantly nodded in agreement and thanked Hong Yuan for his attention.
"Well, your performance is very good, and I am very satisfied. In this case, the vacant position of military commander of Fengxi will be led by Long Zhandu. The vacant position of military commander of Miaoyin will be led by Ye Zhuyin."
"Thank you, sir!"
"Thank you, leader!"
Long Zhandu was so happy that he actually looked like a villain due to his excessive excitement.
Long Zhandu showed off in front of Lin Bujing the tiger talisman that represented the identity of the Fengxi military leader, which made Lin Bujing itchy with hatred.
Ye Zhuyin's eyes flashed, and he looked at Hong Yuan with rippling eyes, as if his whole heart was filled with Hong Yuan's figure.
I just don’t know if she is serious or if she is acting it out.
As for Hong Yuan, he didn't care if Ye Zhuyin was pretending, it was just a casual move on his part.
Dusk.
The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the lonely figures of Lin Bujing and Qiu Wuxi leaving.
Does power matter?
It is important, but not so important to practitioners like Lin Bujing and Qiu Wuxi.
What matters is resources, practice, and the road to sainthood!
The name of a deputy leader was enough to drive Lin Bujing, and although he was unwilling to do so, he had to let Hong Yuan drive him.
Because Hong Yuan firmly grasped his handle! ! !
"Alliance leader? Deputy alliance leader?"
"As the saying goes, a higher official will crush others to death."
"Since you want to gather momentum so much to make your cultivation path more comfortable, then just do your work for me..."
Hong Yuan's eyes were dark.
It was getting late and darkness spread, making it difficult for outsiders to see Hong Yuan's face clearly.
(End of chapter)
