Fulong Pass, the last level to protect the Tianlin Sect, has a very long history and can be traced back to the era of Emperor Ying. It is rumored that Emperor Ying, who had not achieved the throne of the Human Emperor, had subdued a real dragon here.

Later, the cultivators of Tianlin Sect used this pass as a portal to build a sect protection formation. If they want to attack Tianlin Sect, they must first break this pass. However, except for the beginning of the establishment of the sect, this portal was never attacked until the end of the sect.

today.

After five years of slow advancement, the army of Hou Jirang of Yizhou finally swept across Xuanzhou, cut off the wings of Tianlin Sect one by one, and pointed directly at Fulong Pass. Once this pass was broken, Tianlin Sect would have no danger to defend.

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Huh, the two armies are facing each other, and the murderous aura is spreading, but today, the gap between the two sides is very obvious. One side of Yizhou is strong and powerful. Not to mention the Yin God or even the Yang God cultivators, just the Wind Eagle, Fire Swan, and Green Luan

The immortal army is enough to make people look at each other. Each immortal army is enough to compete with Taoist monks, and Qingluan is the elite among the elite, able to compete with the upper Yang Shen.

Compared with this, the Tianlin Sect is much worse, and can only be described as withered. There are only three or two big cats and kittens left. If it weren't for the protection sect formation as a support, they would probably not even have the courage to block the other party.

have.

The only thing that made them feel at ease was that a magnificent aura like a pillar rose in Fulong Pass, suppressing a void. They knew that it was the leader of their Tianlin Sect, an extremely powerful upper Yang God.

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At the same time, standing in the clouds, Wu Linzi looked at the military camp in Yizhou, as if he felt his peeping. The military spirit surged, and a blue phoenix with wings gathered and formed.

There was a loud cry, and his eyes were full of sharpness and terrifying evil spirits. Qingluan and Wulin, the seven-tribol yang god, competed against each other.

Seeing such a scene, a sneer appeared on Wu Linzi's gloomy face.

"What a Qingluan Army, it is worthy of being the immortal army directly belonging to the Qihuang Palace. It is really powerful. If this immortal army is destroyed, the Qihuang Palace should be very heartbroken, right?"

Looking at the Qingluan, which was transformed by military aura, Wu Linzi had murderous intent in his heart.

After years of accumulation, the Tianlin Sect originally had its own immortal army. Although it was not as elite as the Qingluan Army, it was almost the same as the Snake Scale Army. However, in the past five years, the Snake Scale Army has been completely wiped out.

Although the Yuwen family has provided a lot of resources for the Tianlin Sect in recent years, they have not invested any manpower. At first, Tianlin Sect was able to support it with its own potential for war, but later the personnel losses have increased. Tianlin Sect will no longer be able to do so.

It was difficult to support it and was once in a situation where no one was available.

And at this moment, perhaps stimulated by the peeping of the black scales, the Yizhou military camp regenerated and changed, and the dull war drums were beaten.

The snare drums are steady and powerful, with inspiring power. As people's hearts gather, a vast aura slowly comes from the Yizhou military camp, like a awakening giant beast.

Feeling the oppression of this powerful momentum, even with the protection of the formation, many of the disciples of the Tianlin Sect who were responsible for guarding the city still turned pale, and their hearts were filled with fear. Their hearts were telling them that the enemy was invincible.

At this moment, wearing a strong and holding a sharp edge, controlling the same type of monster, three immortal troops emerged from the barracks in a row. They formed their own formations and turned into flying eagles, fire swans, and green phoenixes, flapping their wings.

Gao Fei emitted a powerful demonic aura all over his body, locking in Fulong Pass like a real demon king.

However, they did not launch an attack immediately, but instead guarded one side and sealed the direction where the cultivators of the Tianlin Sect might break through. They wanted to force the Tianlin Sect to fight to the death.

Seeing this scene, the people of Tianlin Sect suddenly understood something. While feeling panic, they couldn't help but feel aroused aroused. Since there was no way out, then fighting to the death is the best way out. For a day

The originally somewhat dispersed momentum of the Lin Sect has condensed a lot.

At the same time, in the Yizhou military camp, a group of people were also looking at Fulong Pass. Each of them had a very distinct aura, either bursting or cold, and each of them was a Yang Shen cultivator who dominated the area.

"I finally got to this point."

Looking into the distance, which was like a lying dragon lying across the earth, a young man sighed.

He was wearing a mysterious robe, embroidered with a real phoenix, with a gentle breath as jade, without showing any sharpness, an ordinary appearance, not handsome or ugly, belonging to the category that can be seen everywhere on the street, only the white eyebrows are more conspicuous, except for this

There is nothing special about it.

However, everyone was naturally one step behind him because he was Hou Jirang of Yizhou and was only one step away from being able to unify the existence of the southern Jiuzhou.

Hearing this, several Taoist monks looked at each other and expressed their congratulations. They were either from casual cultivators or surrendered to Yizhou. Now their future is closely related to Ji Rang, so naturally I hope Ji Rang

Can be better.

"Congratulations to His Highness for unifying the nine states and becoming king."

Upon hearing this, Ji Rang Pingyu's face showed a smile.

"Next, let me see the black scale."

As he spoke, he stepped on the void, and he made his way to the sky step by step.

Seeing this scene, several Taoist monks did not feel any concern. Instead, they were full of confidence in Ji Rang. As the Marquis of Yizhou, Ji Rang himself was not a weak person.

"Wu Linzi, do you dare to fight me? If you can defeat me today, I can lead the troops to retreat and not hurt your Tianlin Sect at all."

Standing out of thin air, overlooking Fulong Pass, Ji Rang showed a little sharpness. For a moment, the phoenix roared in the sky, and the majesty of the king began to permeate.

Hearing this, many disciples of Tianlin Sect showed surprise on their faces, because although Hou Jirang of Yizhou was very powerful, he was only the Six Tribulation Yang God, while their sect leader was the real Seven Tribulations.

Yang Shen.

With seven tribulations against six tribulations, if there is no support from the Immortal Army, the chances of victory are basically 100%. Even if Ji Rang has dragon energy in his body, it is difficult to have an opponent in the same level, but he will still not be the opponent of their sect leader.

However, this is just the thought of most disciples. Some smart people understand that since Ji Rang dares to say such words, he will definitely rely on something, which represents the real danger.

And at this moment, the black scales appeared quietly.

"You are so arrogant. You are just a puppet selected by Qihuang Palace. Do you think you are Yu Culture?"

Facing Ji Rang directly, Wu Linzi showed disdain on his face.

Hearing this, Ji Rang's expression remained unchanged.

"Senior Wulinzi, this clumsy provocation trick is not necessary to be revealed. The sect treats me very well. The puppet theory is purely false. Summer insects cannot speak of ice. You will never understand the greatness of the Seven Phoenix Palace."

"Let you and me end this war today. There are enough people who have died."

A bit of sadness appeared on his face, and a strange-shaped sword appeared in Ji Rang's hands.

The sword body is straight and straight, without a sword tip or blade, and is as dark as ink as the whole body. It is not so much a sword as a ruler with a hilt.
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