On a cliff not far from the main battlefield, the 500,000 ghost soldiers led by Wu Ding and Pan Geng had arrived at the designated location.

Wu Ding ordered the ghost soldiers to calm down and hide in the valley beneath the cliff.

"The Marshal is indeed a terrible person," Wu Ding said sincerely while waiting for the order, "We just found the location of the two fortresses, and he used Zhuge Ming and Qing's combat style to analyze the location he would deploy."

"What's so great about this? It just proves that one of them is right." Pan Geng said dissatisfied.

"Yinshan covers three directions," Wu Ding shook his head, "The vastness of the periphery, let alone the alliance cannot fully consider it. Even if it is our Jiao Prison Realm, it is impossible to defend the entire Yinshan."

"Look," he pointed to the map and said, "These positions that the marshal circled for us are exactly the only places we must pass when we enter the inland. These positions are key points. How could Zhuge Ming and Qing not arrange them? However, they must have never thought of the marshal's strategy."

Pan Geng snorted: "Anyway, I don't like him. My mind is full of twists and turns!"

"Didn't he speak for you?" Wu Ding said lightly, "Anyway, they all act according to orders, so don't you listen to anyone else's."

He wanted to say something else, but suddenly he looked up as if he felt something, his eyes lit up: "It's here, it's time for us to come on stage!"

...

boom--

The sky with a radius of hundreds of miles was swallowed by a purple-black light, but above the people below were out of sight, there was a platinum flying sword, which was fiercely fighting against a purple-black light against a light wall.

It was like an iron hammer hitting the red-hot iron, and scattered Mars burst out. These Mars swept across the void silently, like peeling off the void, and a layer of skin was pulled out of the void. The wild turbulent current was about to gush out of it, but was blocked by the terrible force field, and they were all condensed in the cracks, like solidified resin.

The light wall is oval, with clear lines on it. If you look closely, you can tell that the light wall is composed of countless smaller hexagrams, similar to the "Xuanwu Wall" of Taiyi Holy Land. However, it is more intense and domineering, full of ostentatious power. It is obviously like a defensive magical power, but it makes people feel cold.

This is the only pure Yang sword immortal Lu Dongyun in the world. It is said that it can create the world. Although it is a bit exaggerated, the word "天" alone can easily make people have terrifying associations.

"There are masters like you in the real world!" Wen Ying's gesture remained unchanged, but his interesting eyes passed through the energy layer of fierce confrontation and fell on a man in a mysterious clothes falling from the sky.

The person who came was a middle-aged man with a plump heaven, thin cheeks, and a long body with a black robe on the outside and a gray-white round-necked shirt inside. No matter what he looked or was wearing, he could not tell anything special, but his cold but piercing eyes were full of sword cultivators.

He is naturally Lu Dongyun himself.

Lu Dongyun didn't say anything, I don't know if he was disdain or too lazy to speak.

"You who live in the real world are so pitiful," Wen Ying said again, "not only will you be constrained by the laws of heaven, but you will also be restrained by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Just like now, if you lose the support of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, how long do you think you can block me? The turbid energy is endless."

His words are not wrong. Pure Yang's powerful power is still under the system of heaven. Without the support of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, he cannot use his great supernatural powers as he wishes. Although compared with the great master, the amount of spiritual energy that Pure Yang has is unimaginable; but if the opponent's strength is not much different and he can use spiritual energy unscrupulously, it is basically impossible to win.

This is the case now. Wen Ying is one of the three commanders under the Rakshasa throne, and is definitely not just an ordinary ghost soldier. Judging from the early stage of the Dharma Tribulation, the laws of Heaven seemed helpless when the Jiao Prison invaded, the increase in turbid air caused by the overlap of the positive and negative is too exaggerated.

To give a simple example, Jiao Zhuo has become another system of heavenly ways. When the real world's heavenly ways are "ill", it is like there is a gap that can send turbid air continuously. The "cultivists" under their system naturally have great advantages.

The turbid air itself has little to do with spiritual energy, and it is formed by the fusion of the power of life and the power of death. As for the turbid air cultivated by the Temple of Heaven Sect, it contains the nature of spiritual energy, but it is actually not considered a real turbid air.

Otherwise, why should Rakshasa rob the true realm? At this time, his original body descended to the true realm, and I am afraid that three or two ordinary Pure Yangs are not his opponents; the three commanders under him are stronger than each other, and one is stranger than each other; and with the disagreement between the sword and the Buddha and the demons, it is basically impossible to let them work together in the short term.

"Look at your moves," Wen Ying saw that he still didn't speak, and sneered, "It should be a master of Jianzhai. I have never seen you, and my qualifications are not very old. Are you interested in coming to my Jiaozhu Realm? As long as you lead Jianzhai to surrender to the Holy Lord, I promise not to treat you badly. After conquering the True Realm, you will still occupy Qingzhou. By then, Yuqing Sect will be slaughtered. You can occupy the land of a state exclusively. Wouldn't it be great?"

"It's better to surrender to my Jianzhai," Lu Dongyun finally spoke, mocking indescribable voice, "How about I let you rule the Jiao Prison Realm?"

Wenying's face suddenly looked ugly, but he quickly calmed down: "I'm sorry, you missed an opportunity to preserve the Taoist throne. My kindness is not something I have every day."

"Dare to show off in front of me," Lu Dongyun said coldly, "You are the first one."

His sword finger suddenly moved: "From the beginning of your move, the reality of Jiao Zhuo has been exposed. Yes, you can indeed be unscrupulous, but people will always come up with unimaginable ways to kill their opponents, just like this..."

The platinum-gold flying sword suddenly trembled, as if something was gushing out from the tip of the sword, and the light wall began to expand infinitely.

This process, including dialogue, was very short. The people below saw purple-black light shining on the sky and the earth, which made people feel particularly uncomfortable. Not long after, another light wall circled the purple-black light.

At the beginning, you can see the intense scene of the two clashing through the light wall; however, as the light wall closes and forms a huge ball, it suddenly seems to disappear.

The sword light, purple-black light and light walls all disappeared in this world. Only occasionally would a "boom" vibration be heard at this position, but only a few people noticed it.

...

"That's it, Supreme Master Lu?" Su Fu looked up at the sky, thinking about the scene he had just glanced at.

Lu Dongyun lived for almost 20,000 years. With the monster Feixian, he was not qualified to be the "ancestor", so he could only be called the Supreme.

"Yes!" Xiao Wuji said, "Although the above are intrigue, at critical moments, you cannot sit and watch the younger disciples die in a bad life. Wen Ying's strength has reached a terrible height, and no matter how many masters go, they will die. From the perspective of temptation, the most suitable one is Lu Taishang's 'world sword intent'. As long as Rakshasa does not take action, he should get crucial information."

"What if the old demon Rakshasa takes action?" Su Fu disliked the result the liest chance. However, he also learned some secrets from Xiao Wuji's words. It is very likely that those high-ranking figures had already had a tacit understanding before the alliance was established, but they just wouldn't tell the people below.

This is easy to understand. Even Feixian would not tell Su Fu everything. First, Su Fu's height was not enough, and the situation was not something he could control. It was useless to tell him, but it only increased his troubles; second, some things could not be explained clearly in words.

The hatred between the clans and clans has often been a long time ago, and is a "tradition" passed down along with the inheritance of the sect. The Jiao Yu invasion actually smashed this "tradition". It was like a civil war, when a foreign invasion, it would turn its guns and go against the outside world. However, this fragile tacit understanding is like paper.

"No," Li Daochun and the other two came over at this time. "As soon as he takes action, we can infer his purpose. Until the last moment, Rakshasa will not reveal his plan."

"Sword Master, Alliance Master!" The two saluted slightly.

Su Fu thought thoughtfully: Rakshasa invaded the true world not necessarily for the purpose of occupying it, there may be other calculations. If so, then what is his purpose? Rights, wealth, treasures, and even treasures...

After thinking about it, he could not imagine the needs of Rakshasa and could not use common sense to infer.

Su Fu had no choice but to find that his level was still too low and he had no way to figure out the hearts of that kind of character. However, he was not discouraged. Although Lu Dongyun's sudden appearance made him know that he, even the other leaders were not qualified to step onto that high-level stage; but he always had a very excellent quality and would not look down on himself. In his opinion, it would be a matter of time before he reached that height.

Only then can you avoid being influenced by others and gain true freedom!

"Don't underestimate our role."

Zhuge Mingqing seemed to see something from Su Fu's change in his expression, and patted his shoulder with a smile: "You should know that the war in the mortal world is like the army, and those big figures are like the kings of various countries. If the strength between the kings reaches a balance, the victory or defeat will be decided through the army. Although the significance is different, throughout history, the war between countries has never been allowed to fight against the king and the king to decide the winner or lose, right?"

"ha!"

Everyone could not imagine that Zhuge Mingqing had a funny side, so they couldn't help but smile.

Ahhhhh—

Just then, frequent screams suddenly came from the coalition forces.

Everyone hurriedly looked over and saw three extremely ferocious behemoths in front of the formation at some point, with very strange shapes and different changes accompanied by different movements.

Countless coalition soldiers were knocked away and fell to the ground and screamed in pain.

At this time, although morale has accumulated over many parties, it inevitably began to decline. Compared with killing weapons, the feelings of the coalition soldiers are still too rich.

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