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Chapter 5 The road to becoming stronger

"Commander Zhao, the formation of the mountains and rivers has been broken, and the demon clan is about to break through the formation. Please immediately start the military formation and evacuate."

"Can't you buy some time? I still have 300 brothers who haven't come back." Zhao Tiannian, the commander of the Zhenyesi, said with a serious expression.

"In order to win five days, the three thousand disciples of Yunhai Sect are willing to die! Isn't this enough? The eye of the formation has been broken, and every moment of perseverance is filled with every breath!"

Looking at the red eyes of the elder of the outer sect of Yunhai Sect in front of him, Zhao Tiannian could no longer say anything if he had tried some time.

"Okay! The Zhenye Commander obeys the order and sacrifices the military formation--"

"Bahuang Town--"

At this moment, at the end of Baihu Street, three fast horses and a carriage suddenly appeared. Zhao Tiannian's eyes suddenly widened, "Wait--"

Sun Yuan shook the whip frantically, and the four fast horses ran like a knife on their butt. The two wheels of the carriage were almost not rolling on the road, but floating on the ground.

A distance of hundreds of meters is almost a span between breaths.

"Hurry, come in--" Zhao Tiannian shouted anxiously.

"Wow—"

Sun Yuan suddenly tied the reins, and the four war horses all raised their wretched to the sky. After trotting for a while, they stopped outside the crowd. Then, they fell to the ground and twitched all over.

He jumped out of the carriage, picked up Sun Qiao, and kept pulling his mother and leading Sun Lei towards the huge crowd.

"Quick, hurry! OK, form a formation-"

The moment Sun Yuan's family of four stepped into the crowd, Zhao Tiannian shouted loudly.

"Bahuang Town--"

boom--

A dazzling white light suddenly lit up on each demon-slaying man's body, and white lights soared into the sky and gathered in the huge array map floating in the sky.

The formation map suddenly burst out with bright light, and ripples spread out. A barrier that was twisted and rippled like a distorted space enveloped an endless crowd outside the North City Gate.

All the people were like Sun Yuan's family, looking at the sky with their heads raised and their mouths wide open, looking at the sky in shock and confusion.

Everything that happened in front of you may not have been seen in your life, not to mention that you have never seen it in your life.

Although Sun Yuan also looked up at the sky, he was not looking at the Bahuang Prison Army Formation, but the blue sky, the mountains and river formation that protected them for many years.

"Crack--" A crisp sound rang out, and a crack suddenly appeared in the blue and pure sky.

"Look, everyone, the sky is broken..." Finally, some people noticed the abnormality in the sky.

The sky not only broke, but also collapsed.

There are more and more cracks in the sky, and countless pieces fall like glass. Above the sky, there is darkness. Where are the blue sky and white clouds? The haze covers the world.

But this is not haze, but demonic energy.

The terrifying monster's demonic energy can cover the sky for dozens of miles. And with such endless demonic energy, countless terrifying monsters are hovering in the sky.

“Hahaha…hahaha…”

Suddenly, a terrifying laughter sounded, and a huge human face gathered with demonic energy in the broken sky was laughing wildly. The laughter filled with excitement, joy, and pride.

"Silver Horn Demon King, this blood debt will be calculated with you sooner or later. Commander Zhao, leave!"

The large army slowly set off to the east, and everyone's faces were filled with fear. They didn't know where to go, and what was the fate of waiting for them.

Suddenly, the sky completely collapsed, and at the end of the west, the dark clouds were as dark as ink.

Sun Yuan knew that the darkness was not the dark clouds, but the army of demons. They were just a group of locusts, and no grass was born wherever they went. Countless people would die, and they didn't even know what was going on.

Five thousand Zhenyesi, escorting 300,000 people. This is already the limit of Zhenyesi. But there are three million people in the entire territory of the Vuhua Mansion. Only one tenth of them can be rescued.

Gradually, there were cries in the crowd.

Sun Yuan looked at his mother with tears in her eyes, holding her hands tightly, "Don't cry, at least we are still alive."

The Mountain and River Formation used the last trace of power to transform into a barrier outside the east gate of the Vuhua Mansion to block the way forward for the demon clan to go east. However, this barrier could only last for several hours.

Five hours later, 300,000 people arrived at the territory of Xuanqing Mansion. Xuanqing Mansion belongs to the guardian of Xuantian Sect, one of the seven major sects, and is also surrounded by a guardian formation like the Vuhua Mansion. It has spring flowers and autumn moons and beautiful worlds.

Sun Yuan originally thought that after arriving at Xuanqing Mansion, Zhenyesi would let them make their own way to make a living, but in the end he told Sun Yuan ruthlessly that you think so beautifully.

Zhenyesi wasted such a lot of effort to save you, but you didn’t let you just pat your butt and run away.

In the words of the manager of Zhenyesi, your life was snatched from the demon's mouth. The grace of saving lives is greater than that of heaven, so these 300,000 people must serve Zhenyesi and the war to fight against demons by the human race.

Arriving at Xuanqing Mansion alive is just a temporary life. If you want to live for a long time, you must need strength and strength.

The highest combat power of the human race that Sun Yuan knows is a monk, represented by the seven major sects in the Wu Kingdom. In order to survive, Sun Yuan must become a monk.

But there are only two ways to become a monk. The first is to have peerless talent. Like the heavenly spirits in thousands, the special physique of millions, or the legendary physique that has not been seen in a century.

Such talented people can immediately enter the Immortal Cultivation Sect if they are discovered and are protected as carefully as a treasure.

Unfortunately, Sun Yuan did not. In his memory, he had undergone testing. He had too many impurities mixed with spiritual roots and had no talent for cultivation at all.

If this is destined, Sun Yuan will not make any more trouble. But in this lifetime, Sun Yuan has awakened the golden finger, which is a big difference. Although he has not yet figured out the specific functions of the golden finger, the plug-in is a plug-in, and it will not be worse than a genius, right?

Then Sun Yuan could only take the second way to join Zhenyesi.

As a mortal force directly under the seven major sects, Zhenyesi can be taken over by the seven major sects to become an outer disciple as long as they make enough contributions.

Then, relying on the golden finger to successfully build the foundation, you may become an inner disciple.

This is a difficult road, but it is also a clear path to success.

To join Zhenyesi, you need to become a formal warrior! Therefore, becoming a formal warrior is the first hurdle to block Sun Yuan.

Three days later, Sun Yuan and his family of four were lined up in a long queue and moved forward step by step. This was a lot of work assignments, and it was finally Sun Yuan and his group.

Sun Lei slowly came to the registration desk.

"Name?"

"Sun Lei."

"age?"

"Forty years old."

"Looking at your tall and strong man, you can learn a craft when you go to the iron smelting workshop to build weapons. After the war is over, you can make a comeback."

"Okay, OK."

"Next, name?"

"Summer and autumn."

"age?"

“Thirty-seven.”

"You go to the food department to make dry food for the soldiers."

"Next."

"My name is Sun Yuan..."

"This gentleman, this is my son. My son is a talented man. He is knowledgeable and knowledgeable. He is good at poetry, songs, music, music, calligraphy and painting. Have you heard of a poem about Chunxiao? It was written by my son at the age of twelve."

Sun Lei, who was standing beside him, said before his husband could ask questions.

The old man looked up coldly, and his ruthless eyes fell on Sun Lei's roaring face.

Sun Lei's voice slowly lowered, "I just thought, my son is a scholar, can you stop arranging physical work for him?"
Chapter completed!
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