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The border of Xuan Kingdom.

Millions of troops confront each other.

Military formations were lined up on both sides and camps were set up, stretching for dozens of miles.

The soldiers are like ants, and the tents are like forests.

After battle after battle, the land in front of the two armies' formations was stained with blood. The blood seeped into the ground, and the ground was dark red for three feet. The number of soldiers who died in battle was countless, which was shocking.

As the morning sun began to rise, the shouts of killing were already heard on the battlefield.

In the Yan State camp, there was a hill on which you could have an overview of the battle situation, and the commander's tent was built here.

In front of the commander's tent, Yulang and some generals stood leaning on the railing, facing the east, with the bloody morning glow falling on them.

Everyone looked solemnly and looked at the center of the battlefield.

After several years of military career, Yu Lang's eyebrows became less elegant and more iron-blooded.

He looked at the fighting soldiers, worried, and glanced south inadvertently.

Not far to the south, there are strange peaks, which are higher than the hills at their feet and are more suitable for watching the battle.

It is considered one of the commanding heights on the battlefield.

However, mortals are not allowed to climb that mountain.

Everyone knows that this mountain is a fairy mountain, and there is a newly built palace on the mountain, where the fairy masters reside.

Even on some stone platforms, cliffs and other places, you can see the figure of the immortal master sitting cross-legged.

The mist surrounds the place, looming, showing the spirit of an immortal family.

Every time they see this mountain, all the soldiers look in reverence.

There are similar places in the enemy formation.

What Yulang is worried about is not that the immortal cultivators on their side are inferior to the enemy. On the contrary, after dozens of battles, they have won more than they lost.

What is worrying is the increasing number of casualties and the fighting with no end in sight.

The battlefield in the middle is like a devil's cave, swallowing countless lives, and no amount of blood can fill it up.

Over the years, Yulang has seen too many deaths and has long been numb. At this moment, he is still extremely intolerable.

In his view, the many casualties were meaningless.

The joining of the immortal cultivators not only failed to end the war as quickly as possible, but also increased the casualties.

If there were no cultivators in the formation, he would have the confidence to put all his efforts into one battle and defeat the enemy army in one fell swoop, instead of engaging in such an endless struggle.

In fact, he did not expect that he would be able to serve as the coach for so long.

In his opinion, since the immortal cultivators intervened, it would eventually turn into a struggle between the immortal cultivators.

On the battlefield, immortal cultivators inevitably suffer casualties. When there are casualties, there will be hatred. From between two people to between two sects, and even good and evil confront each other. Both sides call for friends. Gratitude and resentment are like a mess. The people and forces involved become more and more complicated.

Come more and more.

This is how most disputes evolve.

Once the Nascent Soul cultivator ends, who will care about mortals?

When the power of the two parties determines the winner, the world will naturally follow the situation and be controlled by the winner.

The fact was beyond his expectation.

Both good and evil were very restrained. Except for the Yuan Ying Patriarch who was sitting in the middle of the army and frightening the enemy, no monks at the Golden Core stage or above appeared on the battlefield.

Even if a cultivator dies in battle, those from the sect who come down to take revenge will not be able to go beyond the foundation building period.

If it can always be like this, that's fine.

They are both Foundation Establishment monks, and these people will not openly disobey the orders of their commander due to the orders of their master.

Yulang worked hard and finally reduced the enemy's power bit by bit, ushering in the final decisive battle.

When the decisive battle came, great powers sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.

Yulang still doesn't know how many golden elixirs and Yuanying there are on the mountain.

These powerful men were not just here to watch the battle, they also sent some 'treasures'.

At this moment, the battlefield was filled with a faint scarlet mist, and there were bursts of gong sounds.

There are three thousand people on both sides.

The scarlet mist is emanating from the Blood Origin Flag in the hands of the soldiers of the Yan Kingdom.

The sound of the gong comes from the gong in the enemy's hand.

The enemy troops formed a semicircular formation, with a foundation-building monk at the rear holding a large golden gong, and five hundred soldiers, each holding a palm-sized gong.

The sound of gongs is loud.

These soldiers surrounded the immortal cultivators and only beat the gongs. The number of people who went into battle to fight was obviously at a disadvantage.

Unexpectedly, the gong sounded with strange power, and circles of light burst out, falling on the teammates in front of the formation.

The teammates immediately became energetic, their whole bodies exuded bronze light, as if they were made of iron, and they did not flinch in the face of the dragon-shaped blood energy condensed in the blood element flag.

On the contrary, the Yan State was affected by the sound of the gong, and the formation appeared to be scattered.

The previous battles were all in similar situations.

On the losing side, the three thousand elite soldiers were either slaughtered or captured, but the immortal cultivators were often able to escape.

Both sides sent all kinds of treasures and spells, but they had to use mortal flesh and blood to decide the winner, and countless lives were used to fill the gap.

Yulang didn't know what the agreement between good and evil was. He only knew that if this continued, more and more people would die in vain.

"That's it again!"

The big chessboard is divided into small chessboards, and even the smallest chessboard has players and pieces.

No matter what chess game, mortals are just pawns, at the mercy of others.

This is exactly what Yulang hates!

He originally thought that he had hope to change, but now he only feels powerless.

He, as the coach, is not a decoration, he decides the formation of troops. But after every battle, no matter he wins or loses, Yulang only feels sad in his heart.

"Can Master change the situation?"

Yulang looked at the bright universe and thought quietly.

In his heart, the master is omnipotent, and he was not in danger. For the belief in his heart, he did not hesitate to use a bamboo stick.

"Roar!"

Suddenly there was a roar on the battlefield.

The roar was made by the soldiers of the Yan Kingdom. It was like a dragon's roar emitted by the blood of a dragon. It was comparable to thunder and shocked the mind.

Impacted by the roar and confused by the gong's sound, the Yan State seized the fleeting opportunity and rushed forward, overwhelming the enemy's formation in one fell swoop.

'Dang! Dang! Dang!'

The immortal cultivator banged the gong desperately. Seeing that his army was getting more and more chaotic and unable to regroup, he immediately abandoned the soldiers and fled away in the form of light.

He didn't dare to stay, otherwise he would be caught by the dragon-shaped blood energy, and he would be in bad luck.

The Yan State returned with a great victory, and everyone's faces were beaming with joy.

A flash of sadness flashed across Yulang's eyes, and he sighed in his heart. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of his eye.

"Master!"

Suddenly I saw my master who had been away for a long time.

At this moment, Yulang felt sad and happy at the same time.

He suddenly thought, would it be better if he, like his senior sister, chose to return to the Qingyang Temple, which was independent of the world?

"You did a good job," Qin Sang glanced at the battlefield and praised him without hesitation.

This is not an unflattering compliment. Yulang's ability to become the commander-in-chief of all armies was indeed beyond Qin Sang's expectations.

Qin Sang knew in his heart that this disciple had tried his best.

The most commendable thing is that Yulang has gone through hardships without changing his original intention.

Although Yulang's original intention was different from his, Qin Sang was also pleased that this disciple could do this.

"Master..."

Yulang's eyes were a little blurry, and countless emotions surged into his heart.

It stems from Master’s affirmation and even more from his experiences over the years.

At this moment, the defeated enemy troops sent out another group, entered the battlefield, and called for formation.
To be continued...