World of Cultivation

News of the defeat at the front reached the rear, shocking the world. This was the first defeat that the Yao clan had suffered since the start of the war, and the losses were far beyond imagination.

In the previous battle, the demon army went smoothly. The cultivator not only withdrew from the Dutian Blood Realm, but also lost several realms in succession. But looking calmly now, the cultivators' vitality has not been damaged. What they have lost is only the lowest sects, and the real elites have not been damaged at all.

In this defeat of the demon clan, those who suffered losses were all battle demons above the Soul Seed stage.

It was also the soul-growing stage, and there was a huge gap between ordinary demons and war demons. This is not obvious in one-on-one situations, but it will be fully reflected in collective combat. Even local legions need at least five years of training before they can initially form combat effectiveness.

What's more, the Fire Legion is still a regular legion directly under the Presbyterian Church.

No one expected that the cultivator's counterattack would be so violent and sharp. If you don't take action, it will be fine. Once you take action, it will be like thunder.

While the front line was overwhelming, the atmosphere at the rear was always relaxed. However, when the news of the defeat came back, the atmosphere in the rear suddenly became solemn.

Lord Yanshang's Fire Legion, known for its bravery, was completely wiped out. How strong was the enemy's input?

Only then did the demon clan remember that the cultivators had occupied the Tianxue Realm, their capital, for three thousand years. In three thousand years, even if the Dutian Blood Realm is no longer suitable for cultivators to fight, they will still be as familiar there as their own back garden.

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The brilliance on his hand kept flickering, and Zuo Mo was cautious.

Snap, the light was extinguished.

Zuo Mo shook his head, still it didn't work. He tried hard to recall the last feeling captured by [Touching Palm] that day, and he had a vague feeling, but he couldn't explain why. He knew that this was something he had not yet fully comprehended, and that vague understanding still required more accumulation.

It seems that I have to go find Xiao Honghong again sometime.

Poor Mo Ruhuo was also number one, but because he was all red, he was affectionately called Xiao Honghong by Zuo Mo. If he heard this nickname, he would definitely go crazy on the spot.

Zuo Mo originally planned to use the prison battlefield to hone his sorcery skills, but seeing that he had no clue, Zuo Mo decided not to wait any longer.

As long as he didn't touch the battle to break through the prison, it was quite easy for him to break through.

Soon, he was qualified to enter the third prison.

After thinking about it, it was almost time to stay in the Ten Finger Prison today. His consciousness scanned the mark of his consciousness and found that both Cang Ze and Nan Yue were there, running towards the wild beast chessboard.

When Zuo Mo found Cangze and Nanyue, he found that they were unhappy and had worried looks on their faces.

"What's wrong?" Zuo Mo asked strangely, "What happened?"

Cangze whispered the news of the defeat on the front line, and Nan Yue looked worried at the side. After all, they live in the demon world. If the demon army is defeated, their lives will only get worse. It's hard to find hope and hope in life. If the demon world becomes turbulent and the nest is overturned, how can the eggs be completed?

After listening to Cang Ze's words, Zuo Mo stood there blankly, only shocked in his heart.

After a long time, he came back to his senses.

The first reaction is, how is that possible?

He has personally seen the power of the demon army. In the Tianyue Realm and the Xiaoshan Realm, when did the cultivators not retreat steadily? Those ordinary sects, when they heard that the demon army was coming, retreated to the Mingtao Realm like a bereaved dog. From then on, Zuo Mo lost all confidence in Kunlun. Even the current Suzaku Camp and Guard Camp, in Zuo Mo's eyes, are probably not as elite as those demon army elites.

Now Cangze heard that the demon army was defeated by the cultivators.

Such a powerful demon army was defeated? Or was he defeated at the doorstep?

When he heard that the total number of casualties was as high as twelve thousand, Zuo Mo didn't know what to say.

It turns out that there are also strong cultivators...

He didn't believe it, but he knew that Cangze and Nanyue would never lie to him.

Such a dazzling victory was enough to completely overturn the weak image of those major sects in Zuo Mo's mind.

Suddenly he realized that the background of those great sects may not be as he imagined.

But he couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his heart.

The weak performance of the cultivators in the early stage was extremely dazzling under this great victory.

The contrast between the two is so great that it's almost as if they were like clouds and mud.

Could it be...could it be...

Zuo Mo's pupils suddenly widened, his body froze in place, and a chill ran up his spine.

Show weakness to the enemy?

The four words were like lightning, tearing his mind apart.

His expression changed.

Using several realms and countless sects as bait...it's so crazy!

He was in a daze and muttered absentmindedly.

If this is true, then the planner of this plan is a madman! An out-and-out lunatic!

Zuo Mo returned to the camp in despair.

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The gray mist in the sky continued to shrink toward the center, and the giant's figure continued to shrink and became increasingly clear.

When it was fully presented in front of everyone, the camp heard a neat gasp of air again.

An extremely strange giant is suspended in the air. The height of twenty feet is like a hill. It has three heads, facing three directions, and each face has a different expression. Some are glaring angrily, some are holding flowers and smiling, and some are contemplating with their eyes closed. The six arms either pinch the Dharma seal or put their hands together.

The boundless majesty, like invisible air waves, struck everyone's hearts.

Looking at the huge thing in the sky, Yi Zheng's face was as white as a piece of paper, his pupils were blurred and out of focus, and he murmured subconsciously.

"Dragon Elephant Daga..."

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When Zuo Mo returned to the camp, Zong Ru's elixir formation was nearing the end.

He glanced at Zong Ru's position. He was startled at first, and then showed a look of joy. But soon, this joy was quickly swallowed up by the thick haze. His face turned gloomy and he called everyone to his tent.

The atmosphere in the camp was depressing, and everyone looked extremely bad. The news that Zuo Mo brought from the Ten Finger Prison was so shocking that everyone fell silent.

"We're the bait."

Gongsun Cha narrowed his eyes and lightly traced his cheek with his fingers. His shy face was now covered with frost.

"If this is really their plan, then they will definitely have follow-up plans." Gongsun Cha continued, his voice as cold as ice, and his eyes like autumn water, full of murderous intent at this time: " Someone with the courage to make such a plan would definitely not just seek such a small victory."

"Damn it!" Xie Shan roared in a low voice, his eyes were about to spit out fire, and his face was ferocious.

The eyes of other cultivators who came out of the small mountain realm were red. Like the mountain world of hell, only one cultivator can survive in the end. No one felt it more deeply than they did, each of them crawling out of the dead.

No one questioned Gongsun Cha's speculation.

Wei Sheng's bright black eyes were filled with sword intent, and his face was ashen. When he accompanied Lin Qian and the others back to the Sword Cave, he felt a little strange. Lin Qian's guards were all very powerful. With such strength, why didn't they guard the Tianyue Realm? Instead, it was like giving up the Sky Moon Realm to the demon army.

Only when he compared the two did he understand. Strong anger and disgust suddenly filled his chest. The sword intention in the body was sensed and surged endlessly, ready to burst out of the body.

Kunlun rules the entire Kunlun realm. Every sect needs to pay taxes to Kunlun. Part of their income will flow to Kunlun, turned into crystals and materials, used for the training of Kunlun disciples and for Kunlun's daily consumption.

But……

Murderous intent surged inside the tent, and the atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

Zuo Mo, who had been silent all this time, suddenly raised his face, as if nothing had happened, and showed a bright smile: "Everyone practice well! If it is really what they did, hey, there will naturally be a chance to settle the matter with them slowly."

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"hurry up!"

"The whole army speeds up! We must reach the defense line within twenty-four hours!"

Every demon army had a look of exhaustion on their faces. They received the order, and in order to reach the Dutian Blood Realm as soon as possible, they used almost all their strength.

"General, we are about to enter the Dutian Blood Realm."

As the leader of the Frost Legion, Lan was in his prime, but he became a golden warrior twenty years ago. Twenty years of experience in commanding an army gave him faint signs of breakthrough and advancement. As one of the leading figures of the Shui Tribe in his prime, his future is also widely optimistic.

Lan is cautious by nature, has a steady fighting style, and rarely makes mistakes.

The Presbyterian Church sent him to put out the fire this time, hoping that he could quickly stabilize the war situation to avoid a collapse.

Staring at the vast and endless blood mist in front of him, Lan remained silent. The team continuously passed by him and plunged into the vast blood mist. The adjutant stood beside him quietly without disturbing him.

"Do you know the origin of Dutian Blood Realm?" Lan asked.

The adjutant said respectfully: "Three thousand years ago, we were defeated. In order to withstand the offensive of cultivators, the four major realm masters transformed their bodies into benevolence, with the seven middle realms as the axis and the forty-nine small realms as the screen, named Dutian Blood Realm. .”

Lan said with some emotion: "Yes, it is transformed into the flesh and blood of our ancestors. I hope it can protect us and return safely."

The adjutant said in surprise: "Don't you think your Majesty is optimistic about our trip?"

"The opponent must have a backup plan." Lan shook his head: "The destruction of the Fire Legion was not an accident. The destruction of a legion was at least a medium-sized battle. Without mobilizing enough power, it would be impossible for the opponent to completely annihilate the Fire Legion. "

The adjutant couldn't help but show a worried look on his face. He had been following the commander for many years, and he almost never made a mistake.

Noticing the adjutant's expression, Lan smiled and said: "Don't be nervous. Water will come to cover us, and soldiers will come to stop us. We just need to be more careful."

"This subordinate is overly concerned." The adjutant responded quickly.

"It's a good thing to be cautious." Lan pondered for a moment, then suddenly raised his head, a light flashing in his eyes: "Order! Everyone speed up! We must reach the defense line within twelve hours."

The adjutant responded solemnly: "Yes!" My QT room is open! Fang Xiang’s official QT room number [9177] click to enter