"no!"
No matter how good Zhang Feixuan's advice was, Song Yin was so determined that he called him back with a 'no'.
Before his expression changed, Song Yin said: "What you said makes sense, but the evil way is right in front of you, how can you not destroy it! I am sorry for my talent as a great immortal, and I am sorry for the careful teaching of the master!"
Zhang Feixuan said earnestly: "Brother, this evil way and evil ways are different. It"
"This time you take the mortals back, and my junior brother and I will go to the battlefield. My junior brother can also practice again."
"It shouldn't be as powerful as the royal family. Senior brother should be able to sweep it." Zhang Feixuan changed his mind instantly.
Don't let them go
That's okay.
Even Ling Ding, who loves the excitement the most, is silent at this moment.
She is crazy, but not a fool. There is still this judgment.
Since ancient times, there has been no easy battlefield for practitioners to fight against.
Moreover, there is too much resentment there, even if the senior brother is there, it may not be able to suppress it.
"I will obey my senior brother's decree!" Sun Jiubei's eyes lit up and he raised his fists.
Great!
I can go to the battlefield with my senior brother!
Sun Jiubei's teeth were bared and he looked happy.
There is nothing more satisfying than slaying demons with your senior brother.
Great!
Others also enjoyed themselves greatly.
It would be best not to take risks with senior brother.
After deciding on the itinerary, the next step was to gather the mortals. It couldn't be easier. Following the old practices of the two cities above, although the things could not be taken away, the senior brother still conjured food and gave it to Huang Feng, and then the troops divided into two groups.
Suddenly the senior brother and junior brother were gone, Wang Qizheng lost his scruples and asked: "Second brother, why did you change your mind? If you persuade the senior brother, wouldn't we save more effort?"
Zhang Feixuan looked back at the mortals who were divided into many convoys, rolled his eyes, and said: "You don't know anything."
"In the eyes of senior brother, there are no different evil ways. The evil way of cannibalism is an evil way, but this 'reputable family' is not an evil way? That power and wealth sect, do you think it counts in our eyes?"
Wang Qizheng shook his head: "It doesn't count."
"Yeah, it doesn't count at all. They don't harm anyone, they just collect some property. What's the big deal? But my senior brother regards them as the most evil way. Do you think it's strange or not? They are all evil ways, and why? How can I say evil ways and cannibalism and not cannibalism?"
Zhang Feixuan said: "If I dare to say this, senior brother, give me some points first."
Wang Qi was touching his chin, as if thinking, and finally nodded, "That makes sense!"
…
Sand winds blew up, blowing away the dust and mist, carrying a stream of blood flying around.
The land full of yellow sand is now full of corpses. The clothes on the corpses are all different. Some are lightly clothed, just coarse linen clothes, some are wearing armor and have sores on their waist and abdomen, and some are wearing Chinese clothes with their waists The jade pendant that resembles a hand or a mouth swayed in the wind.
Some of the corpses were swallowed up by the flowing yellow sand and disappeared into the long yellow sand.
"kill!!"
On the other side of the sand, two groups of men and horses roared and fought together.
Most of them formed a battle formation, with weapons intersecting, bows and crossbows firing from behind, projectiles flying, and someone falling down in an instant.
In the battlefield, the bullets and arrows hit a person, but they just bounced away. The person was not wearing any armor to protect his heart, and he was even half-naked. He allowed the weapons of the soldiers in front to reach him. The body shook and the weapons were broken. , with one punch, one person's head was blown off.
"Hahaha"
The man burst out laughing, but before he could finish laughing, a cloud of smoke appeared inexplicably behind him. A figure appeared in the smoke, and with a stab from the back, he pierced the man's chest and dug out his heart.
puff!
But before the man could get proud, a thunderbolt landed from the side and struck directly at his head, causing his skin and flesh to explode and he fell to the ground.
In the realm where they were, the yellow sand turned into a whirlpool and turned into quicksand, swallowing up all these corpses.
This place is a quicksand realm and the battlefield between Nanping and Beigao.
I don't know how this quicksand boundary was formed. It is difficult for mortals to walk through, and it has become the boundary between the two countries. After the war started, the two sides also invariably fought here.
Since the beginning of the war, people have died here every day. Not only mortals are dying, but even the Qi Refiners who have died will also die in this quicksand world. Some of them cannot even recover their bodies and are swallowed by the quicksand.
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
Even monks who were in the Qi Refining Realm originally had some leeway in a fight, just hit it as hard as they could.
After all, everyone relied on mortals to practice, and mortals only had to fight for life and death. They reaped the benefits, but as it gradually became more intense, in order to prevent the other party from leaving this battlefield, some people couldn't hold it anymore and began to die.
Now that it's over, it's natural that he can't control it.
Although those high-level Qi Refiners can ensure that nothing happens to them, low-level Qi Refiners don't have that many means. When they enter the battlefield, they are just like mortals, and their life and death depend on fate.
As soon as they entered the battlefield, those who were not invulnerable to swords and guns were rushed forward by mortals, equipped with various weapons, and died no matter what.
Those who were physically strong were killed by the same Qi Refiner at the right opportunity, and then were killed by other Qi Refiners.
This place has become a bloody place.
But even in the flesh and blood field, they seemed to be following some kind of tacit understanding and would not go too far.
But recently, the situation on the battlefield seems to be out of control.
"It's support! It's time to switch defenses!"
On the front line of the Nanping Kingdom battlefield, a loud roar came from a large military tent: "Where are they! Didn't they send a letter? Why haven't they come yet?"
The one who roared was a Qi Refiner from the Soundless and Silent Sect. He was an eighth-level being, an elite in the Soundless and Silent Sect, and the general of this battlefield.
Naturally, there are no mortals in the military tent, they are all disciples of the same sect.
"Senior brother, I have already sent the letter. Logically speaking, I should be here," said a fifth-level junior brother next to him.
"I didn't see a single soul!"
The eighth-level man gritted his teeth and said: "We've been beaten like crazy, but before we come, those beasts from the Beigao Kingdom are about to break through the quicksand boundary. If they cross the boundary, your head and mine will be at risk!"
He is an eighth-level 'sitting photo'. This stage is a time when realization is often required. If it were not for him to be rotated, he would not be willing to come.
But the eighth-level Zizhao is not a land god. He can fight in the quicksand world no matter what. But if Beigao Kingdom breaks out of the quicksand world, then they will lose this battle.
When practitioners go to war, it's just like this. We are all sects, so it's not like we really want to destroy a country, and we can't.
There are land gods in the Nanping Kingdom, and there are also some in the Beigao Kingdom.
The dispute has been going on for hundreds of years, and there is a tacit understanding. Whoever fights in the quicksand world will lose.
But you are not a land god. As long as you are on the battlefield, you will always die.
As for mortals
Whether mortals die or not has little to do with them. On the contrary, it is because of the death of mortals that the morale generated on the battlefield is quite good. After a person dies, the morale generated by the chain reaction can also be absorbed.
"Report!"
Suddenly, a disciple broke in from outside the military tent. He looked horrified, as if he had seen something extremely terrible, and stammered: "Outside, there are two, two."
(End of chapter)
