"Beichengmen relies on his excellent martial arts skills and is unruly. It may not be a bad thing if he dies." said the military advisor.

Lei Po nodded and asked again: "Do you want to send troops to attack the opposite camp?"

"There is no need to be today. When our army first arrived, the soldiers were tired and lost their spirits. Let's take a break today and launch a fierce attack tomorrow." said the military advisor.

"Okay, just follow the military advisor's words, you go down and take a rest, and don't forget to be on guard."

"Yes, Marshal!" The generals went down, Lei Po looked at the people left in the tent and said to the demon cultivator Chong Yuren: "Immortal Master, what can you see in this battle today? The other party seems to have a golden light protector?"

"He doesn't understand magic, and the golden light on his body should be a protective talisman or something. I heard that there was a demon named Mo Xian on the other side. He killed many of us in Andu, and it was probably the monster he made." Chong Yuren said.

"Immortal Master, please take action against this demon." Lei Po said.

"This matter is for me. I will do this tonight to make all his battalions seriously ill. If you fight tomorrow, you will naturally be fine!" Chong Yuren said.

"Thank you, I will respect you!" Lei Po said with a smile, "Bai Kaixin doesn't seem to be very good. If I do, I will take advantage of the enemy's foothold and launch an attack. Perhaps it is his only chance. When our army stabilizes and the general situation is complete, he will be powerless to turn things around."

After saying that, he laughed loudly and was full of complacentness.

In the Da'an military camp, Bai Kaixin was also looking at the map, and his generals were also there. Bai Kaixin said: "The enemy is coming in a fierce manner. Although they have won a small victory today, some people say that they should take advantage of the situation to expand the results of the battle. Have you ever thought that although the enemy lost a battle, the large army did not move and the momentum is still there, so I withdraw my troops. I guess the enemy will launch a general attack tomorrow. Only by withstanding this wave of attack can we carry out the subsequent plan. You go down and be prepared, especially the soldiers' morale to maintain. Tell the soldiers that we can win by withstanding this wave first."

The orders were sent down with Bai Kaixin's steady voice. Mo Xian watched from the side. He didn't say anything at all. He didn't understand the military aspect. He knew how to be clumsy and not interfered with Bai Kaixin's decisions.

Time gradually became late, and the enemy and our camps were more than ten miles apart. Occasionally there were scouts from both sides, and there were arrows between each other. In addition, both sides were very quiet. While accumulating energy, an altar quietly stood up in a quiet corner several miles away from the Da'an camp. The platform was divided into three layers, secretly matching the heavens, earth and people. Banners were flying on the altar. On the first floor, there were twenty-four banners, which were drawn on the mountain and river situation, like a layer in the middle of the earth, divided into Bagua, and all kinds of worldly states, especially the upper layer of people tortured by various diseases. The four symbols were generated by the Tai Chi diagram, and the earth, water, and wind were drawn on it. It was no longer a pure Taoist altar.

Chun Yuren dressed up as a toutuo, and used a sword to make a sword on the stage. With one finger, the smoke curled up, and a sound of shouting, the flags on the stage move together, the wind suddenly rises, and there is a rumor in his mouth. In the shadow of the banner, the black fog spreads, gradually condenses into the image of an epidemic ghost. With one finger, the epidemic ghost flew up, like a strange cloud and mist, heading straight towards the Da'an Camp.

Mo Xian was meditating, and suddenly felt a palpitation. He lowered his head and counted his fingers. He was shocked. There was a demon who wanted to drive the epidemic ghost and wanted to put many soldiers in Da'an into a catastrophe.

The plague ghost has come with the plague air. Although it is too late, Mo Xian can still see it. He can only see the strange plague ghost changing shapes, driving the plague air, and rushing towards Da'anying Village with its teeth and claws.

Mo Xian immediately grabbed a medicine gourd beside him, and without asking about any pills, a loud sound appeared, and he drove the Vermillion Bird. Mo Xian threw the gourd, and took the pill of the heart and rushed to the sky.

Mo Xian immediately stepped on the tide, and with a finger, a strong wind suddenly rose, blowing straight towards the epidemic clouds. The two strong winds intersected, and the epidemic clouds scattered everywhere. Although the epidemic clouds scattered, Mo Xian did not relax and his face became more serious. Although the epidemic air scattered, many of them fell into the camps. The soldiers didn't know what had happened and felt a chill on their bodies.

In the sky above the Yingpan, the mind pill opened the gourd, and there were some pills for strengthening the body. Dozens of pills fell to the four directions. Danyuan pointed his hand and made a light sound. The pills broke into powder and then turned into pill energy, spreading in the Yingpan. These pills were not the right ones. Mo Xian had no pills for epidemic diseases in his hand, so he could only use these pills for strengthening the body, hoping to enhance the resistance of the soldiers and avoid the outbreak of the epidemic.

Mo Xian really didn't expect that the enemy would actually use this move. He originally thought that the enemy would fight with him, and that ordinary cultivators would not affect ordinary people. This incident reminded Mo Xian. Now the two sides are fighting to the death, and anything will happen.

Of course he would not let this person go. He looked towards the altar, and with a loud noise, a person appeared beside him. He was the lung god Haohua, who turned into a ray of light and turned to the altar.

Seeing that the plague ghost he released was blown away by someone, Chong Yuren was about to do another method, a sword light was emitted from the enemy camp. After several miles, he felt cold all over his body. It was not good! He muttered something, and with a finger of the magic sword in his hand, the black air suddenly burst out, like wolf smoke, hitting the sword light. This black air was not an ordinary thing, but the essence of the epidemic energy he had collected for many years. Once it appeared, even the magic weapon could get sick.

Unfortunately, Mo Xian was the Lung God coming with the sword. When he saw the black air coming straight, the Lung God was very calm and had almost no emotion. The Yin Talisman Sword suddenly shook. In the sword light, the dimension was born and destroyed. The dimension generated was completely a world of swords. The epidemic energy invaded it, and part of the sword energy in the dimension began to rust, but then the dimension declined and destroyed. In just a moment, the epidemic energy became completely vital energy, just like the sword energy. The subsequent dimension replaced the previous dimension, and in the moment of birth and death, the epidemic energy disappeared.

The Yin Talisman Sword was approaching, and he hurriedly pointed the flag on the altar and flew up. But in less than a moment, the sword light had already arrived in the dimensions that disappeared. He shouted, and his left arm was extended, and his left arm disappeared, and the blood light appeared. He escaped with the blood light. The sword energy blew and took all the altar in half with a thunderous sound.

The lung god that followed, the white tiger under his crotch, and above his head, a white air stretched and contracted continuously, with no expression on his face, and had already descended to the altar.

When the demon cultivator who protected the altar saw that his master had escaped, he had no idea about him and suddenly ran away. But a foundation-building demon cultivator involuntarily fired a blow to the lung god. The lung god glanced at him coldly. This time, a feeling of sorrow that he could not control himself was so emotional that he could not control himself.

So strong, he only felt that everything in the world was so unfair. He was extremely sad and worried. His hair turned white in an instant, and he felt that the world was not worth nostalgic. He opened his mouth and sprayed a mouthful of blood foam. The fragments of his lungs were clearly visible. After he spewed out the blood foam, his body stiffened. To be continued.
Chapter completed!