Above the vast sea of smoke, a black warship floated in the clouds. Behind it, a muscular fire dragon with stern armor flapped its wings and followed closely.
Although he served as Chengyi's mount and fought side by side with Chengyi for several days, Xiaolong did not sign a contract with Chengyi, so he could not be regarded as Chengyi's mount, so he naturally followed Tianlang back to Zhongzhou.
A few days later, Tianlang and the others had returned to the Wildfire Wasteland and were on their way to the Tuluo Sect.
During the few days of traveling, Hei Lie had already told Tianlang without any reservations about the various backgrounds, various strengths, and various characteristics of knights fighting in the Riding Temple.
Tianlang kept all these in mind and already had a plan in his mind. He made a series of targeted plans for the situation of riding the temple. As long as he returns to Tuluo Sect, he can prepare immediately.
At this time, Sirius was standing on the bow of the warship. In the strong wind, his hair was blown by the strong wind in the sky. Looking at the familiar vast sea of clouds under his feet, he suddenly felt an inexplicable emotion. He remembered that he was above this sea of clouds a few years ago.
He led tens of thousands of monks to attack Fahua, and settled the issue in one battle, winning the Tuluo Sect's current family fortune.
But now, after a year of wandering in Western Xinjiang, he returned to the familiar wildfire wilderness, and was about to see Chengyi and Xue Qian again. Tianlang's usually calm state of mind gradually fluctuated, and he couldn't help but become excited.
Looking at the billowing smoke below and the pieces of wasteland that were revealed from time to time, Wu Zhanhun raised the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "I originally heard that Tianlang was the master of a sect, and felt that he was very powerful. It turned out that he was in such a birdless place.
If you dominate the place where you poop, you will be so excited."
Hei Lie deeply agreed and nodded: "Yes, Sirius, you are not mistaken. Although I saw a lot of monks along the way, in such a barren place, there is not even half a spiritual vein, and there are still casual cultivators."
Is it normal, can it really support the huge power of the sect?
Even if there is sect power, how can it develop and grow without sufficient resources to support it? If your Tuluo Sect is built in a place like this, can it really be compared with the Riding Temple?"
Facing the two people's doubts, Sirius smiled confidently and said with a raised corner of his mouth: "You don't know something. The Wildfire Wasteland is different from other places. Although it seems barren, there are still a lot of resources. Wait until you arrive.
When you kill the Luo Sect, you will naturally understand."
"It doesn't matter whether you have resources or not. I don't care. As long as you can give me the one million spirit stones, I can attack the Western Xinjiang and wipe out the Cavalry Temple." Wu Zhanhun held on to the edge of the warship.
Looking down at the scene below, he smiled frivolously.
But at this moment, Sirius's expression suddenly changed, his consciousness reached out, and he swept through the sea of fog below, looking forward, his face suddenly showed suspicion, and his brows furrowed.
Hundreds of miles ahead, the elite disciples of Fengliu Sect's Thousand Foundations were walking rapidly through the sea of fog. Each disciple's face was solemn, and the flying swords under their feet flickered brightly and darkly, emitting bursts of sharp light, heading towards
Whistling away in the direction of Tuluo Sect!
The leader of the clan, Liu Yuan, was walking in front of the queue with his sword, his fists clenched, his eyes flickering, and his face uncertain. At this moment, the sea of fog in front suddenly surged rapidly, and a huge black shadow emerged, blocking everyone's path.
.
Liu Yuan suddenly turned cold, waved his hand to stop the disciple behind him, took a step forward, and said in a cold voice: "Who dares to block my Feng Liu Sect's army, please get out of the way, otherwise don't blame me for being rude to Feng Liu Sect!"
As he spoke, a group of disciples behind Liu Yuan sacrificed their flying swords one after another, and all kinds of lights flickered. As long as Liu Yuan gave the order, they would roar out and strangle those who stood in the way!
However, when the fog dissipated, revealing the huge black warship and the three people standing on the ship, Liu Yuan was startled, showing surprise. Then he trembled all over, clasped his fists and said respectfully:
"My subordinate Liu Yuan has met the Lord, and all the elites of the Fengliu Sect have been ordered to rush to Tu Luo's aid. They are all here, waiting for the Lord's dispatch!"
Tianlang's heart suddenly sank and his brows furrowed. He had had a bad premonition since he just saw the Feng Liu Sect marching, and now Liu Yuan's words confirmed his premonition.
Tianlang never expected that Tu Luo Sect would already be in such a situation just after he returned from Western Xinjiang. His heart sank at that moment, his eyes swept over the more than a thousand disciples, and he asked in a deep voice: "What's the matter?
What's going on? Who dares to attack me, Tu Luo? It's worth such a big fight!"
"Er?..." Liu Yuan was startled when he heard the words, showing surprise, but he quickly recovered and said in a deep voice: "Reporting to the Lord, three days ago, Fuling Sect declared war on Xuanhuo Sect, and ten Nascent Soul masters led one
Thousands of elite troops rushed to attack Tuluo, and they arrived at the foot of Tuluo Mountain half an hour ago. The situation is critical, and all the major sects have been summoned to help Tuluo!"
"Ten Nascent Soul experts?" Tianlang's heart sank, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Fu Ling Sect, you are so brave!"
Raising his head suddenly, Tian Lang looked at Liu Yuan and said in a deep voice: "You continue to lead the people and rush to Tu Luo at full speed. I will go first to see what the ten Nascent Souls of Fuling Sect can do to me Tu Luo!"
After saying that, Sirius suddenly turned around, swung his warship sideways to tear the air, and roared away. The strong wind stirred up swept the mist along the way and rolled it back!
"I send you my lord's best regards!" Liu Yuan saluted with clasped fists. When he raised his head, he only saw the turbulent cyclone and surging mist.
In fact, although Liu Yuan received Xudong's order, he did not rush to help Tu Luo as mentioned just now. On the contrary, Fuling Sect attacked Tu Luo, and ten Nascent Soul strongmen went to Tu Luo Mountain to kill him.
Come on, Tuluo Sect can't pass this level no matter what.
The reason why he rushed over in a hurry was to add insult to injury and show his favor to Fuling Sect in order to seek benefits. However, the appearance of Tianlang made his thoughts waver.
Although Wu Zhanhun and Hei Lie were standing behind Tianlang just now, and he could not detect their true cultivation levels, he could still feel the pressure of concentration brought by them, and they must be fourth-level experts.
At this critical juncture, Sirius came back with two powerful fourth-level experts. As a result, the final battle situation became complicated and confusing.
Although he still believed that Tu Luo Zong had little chance of winning, the remaining power established by Tianlang six years ago was still there. For a moment, Liu Yuan's eyes became wandering, and he ordered backward: "Lower the speed, try to delay as much time as possible, and divide it into ten.
Disciple, go to Tuluo quickly and deliver the message at any time!"
On the black warship, Sirius stood alone on the bow with a gloomy face, while Wu Zhanhun was leaning against the side of the ship. He had taken out the black iron rod in his hand and wiped it gently with a piece of white cloth, with a smile on his mouth.
Yang:
"I was living in prosperity in Western Xinjiang, and I didn't expect that there was a fire in the backyard. Fortunately, I caught up with it and was able to save the situation. I will help you this time!"
Hei Lie's long hair was messy in the wind, and his face was quite solemn. He looked at Tianlang and frowned: "How is the strength of Fuling Sect? With so many people dispatched to attack Tu Luo at once, are we sure of winning?
"
Tian Lang clenched his fists, took a deep breath and said: "Fu Ling Sect is not scary. What is scary is the Xuanshui Sect behind it. It is a sect that is more powerful than the four powerful clans in Western Xinjiang. The current Tu Luo Sect
, I can’t afford to offend him. But..."
Tianlang's gaze suddenly sharpened, and he said coldly: "This is a wild fire wasteland! No matter how powerful the Xuanshui Sect is, it can't reach in. A mere ten Nascent Soul strongmen want to swallow Tu Luo, Fu Ling Sect, etc.
It’s too much of an appetite, so if you dare to come, don’t leave!”
…
Thousands of miles away, the atmosphere on Tuluo Mountain was extremely tense at this time. At the summit square, the Fahua Sect's mountain-protecting formation was not damaged that day. It had been repaired by Tuluo. The eight stone pillars stood proudly, faintly glowing, and emitted bursts of light.
Horrible fluctuations.
Countless Tuluo disciples walked along the formation and lined up neatly on the square. Over the top of the mountain, the figures of tens of thousands of monks were densely packed in the air, and the rays of magic weapons shone, blocking out the sky and the sun!
Today's scene is just like six years ago, and it is strikingly similar to the scene when the Tuluo Sect attacked the Fahua Sect, except that the side guarding the mountain has changed from the Fahua Sect back then to the Tuluo Sect today, and is even more powerful!
Xudong and Xue Qian stood side by side across the sky, looking ahead with solemn expressions.
Where their eyes fell, ten monks stood tall and tall, wearing uniform aqua blue clothes, lined up in the sky.
The ten monks are of different genders, some old and some young, with different appearances. Each of them occupies a piece of void. Their aqua blue robes move automatically without wind. Each one of them exudes the terrifying pressure of Nascent Soul, and a powerful aura is billowing from their body.
They rose up and joined together. With just ten people, they were able to overwhelm the momentum of thousands of monks at the top of Tuluo Peak!
Among the ten Nascent Soul powerhouses, there are four in the early Nascent Soul stage, three in the middle Nascent Soul stage, and two in the middle Nascent Soul stage. The leader is an extremely strong man at the peak of Nascent Soul. Even though he has advanced in cultivation and achieved breakthroughs,
Facing Xudong, who was in the late Nascent Soul stage, he felt a solid sense of oppression.
It was a middle-aged man with a stern face. His long hair was neatly combed behind his head. His eyes were like lightning. He looked at Xudong coldly and sneered:
"Xudong, up to now, are you still stubborn? With the power behind you, can you resist our Fuling Sect? You don't believe it yourself.
The will of Fuling Sect cannot be resisted! I cherish your talent and cannot bear to kill you. If you surrender now, you will become the core elder of Fuling Sect in the future. If you are still stubborn, I will kill Tu Luo with blood today!"
"Although Fuling Sect is strong, I, Tu Luo, am not someone who can be slaughtered by others. Stop talking nonsense. If you want to annex Tu Luo, then go ahead and fight! As long as you are prepared to pay the price!
Wang Zang! Remember my words, no matter what the outcome of today's battle is, you must die!" Xudong's eyes were extremely cold, he stared at the middle-aged man closely, and answered forcefully, without any weakness due to his own weakness.
"Ignorant of current affairs!" Wang Zang's face suddenly darkened, and then he snorted coldly and said in a deep voice: "Do you really think you have a chance of winning today?
Xudong, let me tell you, my Fuling Sect has 10,000 disciples who are ready to obey orders three hundred miles away. The sects you have arranged outside have all surrendered. As long as I give an order, they can immediately turn against each other!
The Tuluo Sect has been abandoned by everyone. Even the smaller sects understand that good birds choose trees to roost in. Why are you so stubborn? Now that things have happened, what else can turn around the situation of the Tuluo Sect?
Is it Sirius? Your so-called sect master? Humph! Such a big thing happened, but he still refuses to show up. He has either fallen or is no longer in the sect.
Even if he is here today, his mere cultivation in the early stage of Nascent Soul cannot change the situation before him. The Tuluo Sect is exhausted! I will give you one last chance, either surrender! Or die!"
Wang Zang had a stern look on his face and shouted loudly. His aggressive voice struck Chengyi and Xue Qian's hearts, making both of them feel their hearts sink.
Xudong's eyes flashed, and he looked sideways, only to find that Xue Qian was watching him, holding Xudong's left hand tightly, silent, but in a pair of blood-colored eyes, there was a determination to look forward to death.
With sincere encouragement!
His heart warmed, Xudong nodded heavily, clasped his cold hand, raised his head to the sky, the bloody light in his right hand flowed into a bloody spear, the tip of the spear pointed forward, pointed directly at Wang Zang, his eyes full of unruly,
The cold tone is passionate and heroic:
"I am the leader of Tuluo, why do you need to give me a chance! Surrender or death is not my path, what I want is to kill!