Qingyun felt that his head was a little swollen. Not only did he want to do more and more things that he had to do, but he also had more and more confusions. Now he seemed to have grasped a hint of spiritual energy that could transform his body into spiritual energy.
method of force.
That is to constantly fight against monks who are just one level stronger than oneself, completely abandoning defense and withstanding the opponent's attacks. But it is difficult to grasp how strong it is. If it is too strong, the attack will not be effective. If it is too strong, it will not work.
Too much, and serious injury is unavoidable.
This time I went to the battlefield. After completing the mission, the temple was almost opened. I had to find a way to get in. I quickly transformed all the spiritual energy in order to pursue the fifth fullness of the spiritual energy.
He touched the jade pendant around his neck, and there was a hint of sadness in his eyes, but he soon became determined again. He shook his head and was about to take the lead in flying towards the battlefield, but found that Xiaolong was looking in the direction of the city somewhat uneasily.
He couldn't help but smile helplessly and said to Xiaolong: "Xiaolong, do you miss Xiaoqi? If you miss her, go to the city to find her. You don't have to follow me."
"Brother Stinky, I don't miss Xiaoqi. I just miss the courtyard where we live. Hehe." Xiaolong blushed and said with an excuse. This boy, wants to separate the courtyard of the sect? It seems that this boy doesn't have one at all.
After staying for a few days, all the time was spent in the city lord's mansion... Qingyun knew that this kid was making excuses, but he didn't care. After he was ready to complete the mission on the battlefield, he asked Xiaolong and Suotian to return to the city.
Enter the wild temple alone.
"Brother, let's go." Xiaolong shouted and flew into the air as if he didn't want everyone to know that he was making excuses. "You brat, you're flying in the wrong direction. This way..." Qingyun said
shouted. "Ah, oh." Xiaolong turned around in embarrassment... and the group quickly flew towards the battlefield.
Three hundred miles flew by in less than an hour. We arrived at a very simple and dilapidated town. It is better to say it is a small town than a temporary stop. This is the fourth line of defense where the empire is stationed.
It is called the three-headed line. The three-headed defense line is nearly a thousand miles long from north to south, close to the edge of the wild forest to the south, and connected to a rolling river to the north. This river originates from the Purple Star Empire and flows to the territory of the Qingyang Empire.
The three-headed line is five hundred miles deep and connects to the Empire's third line of defense, the Mid-Moon Line. The main tasks of the Three-headed Line and the Mid-Moon Line are to kill monsters that escape from the wild forest and deliver strategic materials to the Empire's first and second lines of defense, conveying information
Empire information, etc. When Qingyun and the others arrived here, a monk immediately flew over to check their identities. Qingyun quickly took out the order from the city lord's palace, and the monk immediately let them go after reading it.
Along the way, I often saw the mortal soldiers of the empire killing some low-level monsters of the first and second levels. Often hundreds of soldiers surrounded a monster and attacked non-stop, shooting arrows, throwing firearms, throwing earth balls, etc.
No matter what, it was difficult to kill the monsters only after sacrificing a large number of soldiers.
Qingyun knew that with the mixing of mortals and monks in the mainland, many mortals were able to practice some skills. So relatively speaking, soldiers were not even a little bit more powerful than ordinary mortals. However, facing the ferocious monsters, they still seemed more or less
Somewhat strenuous.
Along the way, Qingyun did not know how many times he helped these soldiers kill monsters. Looking at the envious eyes of those soldiers, Qingyun felt for the first time that he was already an "immortal" in the eyes of these people. He couldn't help but think of the first time.
When I went to the Great Yan Sect, I was afraid of missing the time, so I kept saying good things to those "immortals" in my eyes... Things are changing so fast!
Soon, the Empire's second line of defense, the Ear Center Line, was already in sight. After passing through the two lines of defense, the scene in front of me was particularly bleak and dilapidated. It seemed that I could hear the sounds of fighting and shouting in front of me. Qingyun's journey gradually progressed.
I understand that the situation in the imperial war is very unoptimistic.
In the past hundred years, as the Purple Star Empire's offensive became more and more fierce, the Qingyang Empire was retreating steadily. The first line of defense, the Taiwei Line, also continued to move closer to the second line of defense. The Qingyang Empire had not returned for more than ten years.
A taste of victory. This has become the greatest shame for all soldiers in Qingyang, whether they are monks or mortals.
The depth of the ear line is only more than two thousand miles. It is said that it was originally seven or eight thousand miles away. It can be seen that the Qingyang Empire has lost a lot of territory over the years. Especially because it is difficult to win now, the first line of defense
The tail line is already in danger.
After arriving at the center line of the ear, one can already see formations of tens of thousands of soldiers, practicing neatly and continuously within a range of nearly a thousand miles. These are reserve troops who are ready to go into battle at any time. Even though the sound of killing is loud,
God, but Qingyun could faintly feel that these soldiers lacked a belief, a belief in victory. Yes, it was morale. More than ten years of continuous invincibility had left these soldiers with no morale.
Many monks participating in the battle can also be seen in mid-air. Most of these monks are in the foundation-building and elixir-forming stages, but the monks in the Nascent Soul stage have never been seen. Qingyun, as an assisting monk sent from the empire,
The destination for the first stop should be Xihuangzhai, which is about 600 miles away from the Riwei Line. At this moment, it is still more than a thousand miles away from Xihuangzhai.
Qingyun is in his prime, and he considers himself to be a strong-willed and hot-blooded man. Seeing these demoralized troops, he can't help but feel a little angry. A man of seven feet, if he cannot protect his home and country, he will kill the enemy bandits with blood.
, wouldn’t life be in vain? He shook his head slightly and led everyone to fly towards Xihuang Village.
Xihuangzhai is the base camp at the forefront of the Qingyang Empire. Marshal Peng Xuan, known as the "First Commander in the Empire", sits here. Almost the entire four lines of defense of the Qingyang Empire are in relatively flat and open areas, but only
The section from Xihuang Village to the front line is located between several mountain ranges. It is precisely because of the favorable terrain support of these mountain ranges that the Qingyang Empire did not lose more territory.
Qingyun and the others were high up in the sky, and were deeply shocked by the scene before them. Looking around, all the plains between the mountains were densely populated with soldiers. There were no buildings or houses, and they were all covered with tents. These tents had different shapes.
First, they all seem to be set up very casually. Many of the towering trees used to build tents have been cut down. Halfway up the mountain, you can vaguely see a few simple cave houses, with various small flags planted in front of the gates.
, fluttering in the wind.
Qingyun dispersed his weak spiritual consciousness and soon knew the location of Marshal Peng Xuan. According to Qingyun's current cultivation level, he could only cover hundreds of miles with his spiritual consciousness. Fortunately, Marshal Peng
The cave was not too far away. A few people quickly flew to a few caves away.
The other monks who participated in the war naturally sensed Qingyun's spiritual consciousness. They quickly walked out of the cave, flew into the air, and asked loudly: "Who is coming? Please identify yourself." Qingyun saw that these monks who came out were all late-stage pill-forming cultivators.
Therefore, he replied very politely: "Fengling Sect paid Qingyun, and Lin Yute was sent here by the empire to assist in the war."
"Fengling Sect? Fengling Sect again? Could it be that they got another 'genius'?"
"There are really many geniuses in the Fengling Sect. Anyone who comes here is a genius. I don't know how many days the genius sent this time can last, but don't be like the last one. He was killed by Zixing's nose in less than three days.
Already..."
"Everyone who comes is better than no one at all. With one more cannon fodder, we can live a few more days..."
"The disciples sent by the Great Yan Sect are reliable... they sent a Nascent Soul Stage monk as soon as they took action."