After reaching an agreement with Cui Ning, Jiang Deng and the others settled in the military camp.
Because they were immortal cultivators, they were treated as honored guests and stayed in the tent closest to the main tent.
He didn't need their help with military training and so on. With nothing to do, Jiang Deng began to study the magical power "Lord Seal" in the past few days, and soon condensed the Dharma Body.
In addition, she will also help Feng Qing refine the Mingming Pill in her free time, and learn how to make the pill along the way.
Although she is not very interested in alchemy, there is a big black cauldron in the Eight Gate Secret Realm that she is optimistic about. After the integration of the secret realm and the mustard space is completed, she must take out the big black cauldron and give it a try!
laugh--
The clear sound of the elixir being completed sounded.
With the crazy influx of spiritual energy, a blue light lit up, and then a round pill appeared in the alchemy furnace!
A low-grade elixir from the Xuan level, a rejuvenating elixir!
Seeing this, the three people in the camp breathed a sigh of relief.
Although there is only one Cheng Dan, it is not easy to succeed in one attempt.
Jiang Zhiling blinked and said in confusion, "Sister Feng Qing, didn't you refuse Feng Jiuyou's request before? Why do you still spend time refining the Mingming Pill?"
Feng Qing's face was a little pale due to the excessive consumption of spiritual energy, and there was a hint of bitterness in her voice. "After all, my mother gave birth to me, and her eye disease always needs to be treated. I can't really ignore it."
Jiang Deng patted Feng Qing's shoulder to express comfort, "Well, after the war is over, we will go into the palace with you and give the Fu Ming Pill to your mother."
"Thank you Peak Master."
Feng Qing looked at Jiang Deng gratefully. Without Jiang Deng's help, she would not have been able to surpass her own strength and refine a low-grade Xuan-level Fu Ming Pill.
The three of them were about to say something else when they heard the messenger's voice from outside the camp.
"Three immortal masters, the general invites you to go to the main tent to discuss matters."
Jiang Deng raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's the matter?"
"It seems that we have received the news from the Phoenix City." The messenger replied.
The three of them looked at each other and hurriedly left the camp and headed to the main tent.
As soon as Jiang Deng opened the door curtain, he saw that the main tent was already full of people, but they had not started discussing anything. They were obviously waiting for them.
"The immortal masters are coming!"
Under the leadership of Cui Ning, all the generals and counselors stood up to greet him, their attitude was so warm that it was almost flattering.
Obviously, after analyzing the pros and cons, they knew that in order to win this war, they must rely on the power of Jiang Deng and the other three immortal cultivators.
Cui Ning raised her hand and pointed to the main seat, "Master Jiang Xian, please take a seat."
Jiang Deng sat down on the main seat unceremoniously and said leisurely: "Tell me, what news did you get?"
"It's like this. The details we spread in the city say that after the old emperor entertained the three immortal cultivators that night, he began to integrate the defenders in the city with the intention of leaving the city to fight tomorrow."
Cui Ning announced the information he got, exactly as it was.
"What?!"
Before Jiang Deng had recovered, all the counselors and generals around him said with disbelief: "The old emperor has gone crazy!"
"The defenders in the city only have 16,000 troops. How can they compete with our 100,000-strong army?"
The counselor named Lu Tian stroked his long beard and wondered: "Could it be that the three immortal cultivators in the city are planning to die? If they are very strong, with a few spells, it is indeed possible to destroy one hundred thousand of ours.
Army."
"Won't."
Jiang Deng explained aloud: "The monks' wanton slaughter of mortals will have an impact on our practice. Unless it is absolutely necessary, ordinary monks will never do such a thing. This is why we cannot directly intervene in the war.
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"As long as the three monks in the city are not broken-minded, there is no need to cut off their path to immortality for the sake of the Fenglan Empire."
Hearing this, Cui Ning quickly asked: "Immortal cultivators cannot kill mortals? Then can they intervene in the war?"
"This is feasible," Jiang Deng nodded, and then said with relief: "But don't worry, if those three monks really interfere in the outcome of the war, the three of us sisters will not ignore it."
"Yes," Feng Qing agreed: "After all, this is the country where I was born. I will do my best to end the war as quickly as possible and keep the number of casualties to a minimum."
"Sir... cough," Cui Ning coughed lightly, "Feng Qing, don't worry, I will promise you that after controlling the situation, I will not kill more than one person."
"With the immortal masters here, we can rest assured!" All the counselors and generals said in unison, flattering him.
"Ha! Wait until tomorrow, and we will make the emperor look good! To comfort the spirit of the old general!"
"Well, after so many days of work, we can finally solve it tomorrow. We just wait for the war to end so that we can go home as soon as possible!"
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Unlike everyone else who had a chance to win, Jiang Deng noticed something unusual in Cui Ning's news.
Three monks appeared in Phoenix City.
Not surprisingly, two of them should be Feng Jiuyou and Ying Ziru. After all, they both left the secret realm at the same time. When Feng Jiuyou returned to the Fenglan Empire to visit relatives, he probably took Ying Ziru with him.
But who is the other monk?
Somehow, thinking of this, Jiang Deng always felt a little uneasy, as if something was going to happen.
The next day, it was still dark.
One hundred thousand troops were ready to go.
Jiang Deng, Cui Ning and other leaders stood in front, watching the city gate opposite from a distance.
squeak——
The city gate, which had been covered in dust for many days, opened from the inside, and more than 10,000 soldiers slowly walked out of the city gate.
There were both cavalry and infantry among them, and the formation was a bit sloppy, but none of them seemed to be panicking. Instead, they were very confident, as if they were very sure about this battle.
Seeing this, the generals on Cui Ning's side were shocked: "This, you actually use all your strength as soon as you come up?"
Counselor Lu Tian couldn't help but laugh: "The old emperor is really out of his mind. His city defenders only have 16,000 people. How can they fight against our 100,000 troops?"
However, everyone's laughter quickly stopped.
Just because after the city defenders divided into two teams, a sword light flashed in the sky, and a cultivator flew to the top of the two teams of defenders with his sword.
"It's Feng Jiuyou and Ying Ziru!" Jiang Zhiling said in surprise.
Jiang Deng frowned. It was indeed these two people, but why didn't he see the other monk? Where did that person go?
Feng Qing's expression was a little complicated. She never thought that one day she would be on the opposite side of the imperial brother...
the other side.
Feng Jiuyou and Ying Ziru, whose swords were suspended in mid-air, also saw Jiang Deng and the others from a distance.
As soon as Ying Ziru saw Jiang Deng, all the past grudges came to mind, making his teeth itch with hatred.
If Lin Jun hadn't told him what he said and still heard it leisurely, he would have immediately commanded the troops below to attack Jiang Deng!
Feng Jiuyou saw Feng Qing standing next to Cui Ning, and her eyes were red with anger, "Feng Qing! As the sixteenth princess of the Fenglan Empire, how can you stand on the side of the rebels? Hurry up and give it to the emperor brother