World of Cultivation

With just such a wave of impact, more than 500 people were killed out of the 2,000 people facing them.

"What a scumbag." Lei Peng said with disdain: "With so many people, they can't even stop one wave."

Nian Lu said disapprovingly: "Isn't that better? It saves us the trouble. Be careful that the boss's task is not completed."

"Do you really want to annihilate them all?" Lei Peng muttered.

"What do you think? Don't take any chances!" Nian Lu said while pulling the bangs on his forehead, "The boss praised Haikou in front of so many people. If we don't finish it, hey. If you lose the boss's face, you will lose it." I’ve lost my mother’s face. I’ve lost my mother’s face, so I don’t need to say the rest.”

"I know this too." Lei Peng assumed the posture of seeking defeat alone: ​​"I just don't think it's fun to defeat such an enemy."

"Enemies? Oh, you must be mistaken. They are fat sheep. The pleasure of killing fat sheep is to strip them naked, not to defeat them."

"..."

The two of them had no time to continue chatting, the mother's order was quickly conveyed, and the two quickly gathered their minds and turned around.

I saw the Suzaku camp, who was able to sneak in behind the opponent, suddenly turned back to kill.

The more than a thousand cultivators who had just been rushed into chaos suddenly started crying and howling again. Without effective organization, they fled in panic.

But before he could escape far, he was bumped into by the Suzaku cultivator who had quietly touched the flank. After dozens of people were killed in succession, the remaining people were frightened to death and turned around and ran away.

These Qu who were wandering on the flanks did not pursue them. They were only responsible for driving those cultivators who were preparing to escape back into the large group.

The Suzaku camp, which returned to pursue the enemy, was like herding sheep, constantly driving away more than a thousand people who were frightened to be killed.

Hong Junxuan's hands and feet were cold and his expression was desperate. He stood blankly in the air, looking at the cultivators from the outer hall who kept passing by him, their faces full of fear and despair. All his arrangements were disrupted, and the other party succeeded in breaking through without any effort. Before he could make any reaction, the cultivators from the outer hall came in like a tide and dispersed the remaining three teams.

Fear spread quickly, and the team, whose morale was already extremely low, collapsed on the spot.

On the auspicious cloud, Zuo Mo looked at the chaotic battlefield and couldn't help but shake his head and said: "Such a team is really strong on the outside but strong on the inside." Then he smiled happily and said: "It's an advantage for us."

The female cultivator stood beside him like a wooden figure.

Zuo Mo was actually just talking to himself and didn't expect any reaction from the female cultivator. If the female cultivator suddenly spoke, he would definitely be shocked.

The voices of the Suzaku camp shouting "surrender and avoid death" in unison could be heard from far and near. The cultivators in the outer hall, who had long been desperate, surrendered one after another, so smoothly that even Zuo Mo was a little surprised.

The entire battle process went beyond everyone's expectations. Even Zuo Mo and Gongsun Cha couldn't believe that four to five thousand people gave up resistance so easily and chose to surrender collectively.

Others were dumbfounded.

The middle-aged man was the first to react, shaking his head and sighing: "What the outer hall is doing is not the right way. The team formed in this way has no morale at all. It's fine on weekdays, but when it encounters danger, it is vulnerable."

The big man was a little unconvinced and said: "If it's the elites of our sect, I'm afraid the outcome is still unknown."

The middle-aged man smiled: "The elite of our sect may not be inferior to this team, but what about the generals?"

The big man was startled. A thousand troops are easy to get, but a general is hard to find. It is not easy to train warriors. It is very rare to have a wild background, and often only the sects can train some. There are various closed review institutes, and the warrior's closed review institute is the least popular. However, since the incident in Dadutian Blood Realm, various general training courses have sprung up in endlessly.

Of course, those are all swindlers.

But it can also reflect the desire of various sects for warriors. Now warriors have become the most popular and in-demand profession. There are also three or five generals in the sect, but they have only won bronze medals.

The generals of this team definitely have more than just bronze medals.

The bronze medal goes up one level,

It's the silver medal of the month. Each of the Moon Silver generals is an extremely rare talent, and the cost of recruiting them is so high that it even exceeds that of a Golden Core Sword Cultivator.

Could it be General Yueyin...

The big man stared at Gongsun Cha's shy face and couldn't believe it.

The one who was equally shocked as him was Rong Wei. However, Rong Wei was not doubtful, but certain. She is a bronze warrior herself and has a more accurate judgment on Gongsun Cha's level.

That young man who is as shy as the boy next door is definitely a Moon Silver Warrior!

The Mingxiao faction hit the iron plate this time!

Rong Wei looked at the battlefield without saying a word. Behind her were the guards with horrified expressions.

Her eyes suddenly fell on the swarthy young man on Xiangyun, who was the Lord of Golden Crow City. She frowned imperceptibly. The Lord of the Golden Crow City seemed to be admiring the bare feet of the woman next to her.

Unexpectedly, he was a womanizer.

She couldn't help but secretly regret that such a young General Yueyin, with an unlimited future, was in the hands of a lustful man, which made her feel regretful.

Zuo Mo stared at the flawless bare feet of the female cultivator and said to himself: "Do you think Mingxiao Patriarch will come this time?"

Since the last experience in Jiuzhuanxiao Tupan, Zuo Mo has unknowingly gotten closer to the female cultivator. Perhaps even he himself was not aware of this.

The female nun's bare feet always caught his eye inadvertently. He was a little embarrassed at first, but later he found that the female nun didn't care at all, and he became unscrupulous.

This is the pursuit of beautiful things! Zuo Mo's reasons were sounding and convincing.

"It should be coming soon."

Zuo Mo didn't look away, he said to himself.

"Ancestor Mingxiao..."

The nun was silent.

Confiscation is a very skilled business for Zhuque Camp, and Bao Yi couldn't wait to go out of the city to help. It only took less than an hour, and all the prisoners were thoroughly searched.

The cultivators watching the battle all looked at it with burning eyes, wishing they could go up and grab a handful. However, after seeing the powerful combat power of the Suzaku Camp just now, no one dared to move.

Hong Junxuan and several other Mingxiao disciples were escorted in front of Zuo Mo, each with only one underpants left.

"If you dare to touch a hair of ours, Ancestor will definitely not let you go!" A Mingxiao disciple said with an expression of anger.

Crazy, Zuo Mo rolled his eyes. How long has this been going on? Are you still saying such cruel things? Are you going to get in trouble with yourself?

Hong Junxuan suddenly shouted at this disciple: "Shut up!"

He ignored the disciple and turned to Zuo Mo: "We are all core disciples of the Mingxiao Sect. If you can let us live, we are willing to pay the corresponding price."

Zuo Mo's eyes lit up, there was nothing more attractive to him than earning crystal stones, but he said, "Oh, but you have nothing now."

"Please give me a paper crane. I believe the price will satisfy you." Hong Junxuan regained his previous composure.

Zuo Mo thought for a while and shook his head.

"Why?" Hong Junxuan suddenly became anxious. If the other party did not definitely agree, then his life would be in danger. He thought that the other party was not satisfied: "Two hundred pieces of fourth-grade crystal stones? This price..."

The junior brothers around him all took a breath and looked at the second senior brother in disbelief. None of them expected that the second senior brother would be so wealthy.

Where did the second senior brother get so many crystal stones?

Zuo Mo still shook his head.

"Plus half of the profits of the outer hall!" Hong Junxuan said with great heartache: "You also know how much the outer hall can earn in a year. As long as you let us survive, the outer hall will still be under our control..."

"Second Senior Brother, you are crazy..." A Mingxiao disciple couldn't help but said.

"Shut up!" Hong Junxuan's face was ashen and his veins were hideous: "Do you all want to die here?"

The others immediately fell silent.

Hong Junxuan, a gambler who lost all his money, looked at Zuo Mo: "How was it?"

Zuo Mo still shook his head.

"What do you want?" Hong Junxuan almost collapsed.

"I want to kill Patriarch Mingxiao." Zuo Mo said calmly.

All the Mingxiao disciples were stunned, and then laughed together, as if they had heard some incredible joke.

Hong Junxuan also burst out laughing. After a while, he stopped and said with a sneer: "Stop joking. Do you want to kill the ancestor? Just you? I think you should consider the suggestion I just made."

Zuo Mo said with great interest: "Oh, what? Are we not strong enough?"

"Isn't it enough?" Hong Junxuan sneered and said: "The ancestor's golden elixir cultivation is boundless. Although you have a little strength, you have no room to move in front of the ancestor. What do you think? You should consider my suggestion. Be a human being. Be realistic.”

A look of pride appeared on Hong Junxuan's face involuntarily.

Zuo Mo had no interest in talking nonsense with them and turned around to leave. Everyone has different positions, and it is impossible for Hong Junxuan and others to understand many of his ideas. He waved his hand without looking back: "Don't keep these people, so as not to cause future trouble."

The faces of Hong Junxuan and others turned blank in an instant.

After this battle, Jinwu City's reputation was greatly enhanced and spread throughout the small mountain world. This group of people and this city all rose up suddenly without any warning, and no one knew where they came from.

But even the stupidest person knows that the moment of decisive battle between Golden Crow City and Mingxiao Sect is coming.

Whether it was the Black Lian Futon or this battle, both sides were destined to fight to the bitter end.

Since the battle, the gates of Golden Crow City have been tightly closed and heavily guarded. No one knows what is going on inside. However, there were loud roars and roars from time to time in the city. Some brave cultivators wanted to fly into the sky to have a look, but they were almost beaten to death by the Gang Lei released by Fu Zhan Watchtower.

Golden Crow City was fully prepared for war, making other cultivators feel that the situation was tense. There was no one within a hundred miles of Golden Crow City. Although they wanted to witness the upcoming battle like last time, they did not dare this time.

There will only be one person coming from the Mingxiao sect this time, the ancestor of Mingxiao

——The only golden elixir left in the Xiaoshan world now!

For several days, the sky was gloomy and indescribably depressing and chilling.

The storm is about to come and the wind is filling the building.

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