Kill the Great Wall of Martial Arts from me

Chapter 198
"Is this the divine cauldron of Yanyang Ancient Country?"

The old man Bai looked at the broken stove that Li Shenzhi was holding on to, a little curious.

"If you take over other people's fortune, you have to help them do things."

But when the conversation changed, Lao Bai smiled, and said, "Anyway, we are terribly poor. The inheritance of a primordial spirit ancestor is what we need most at the moment. Speaking of which, we still make money."

The blue light traveled through the mist, and one after another remnant souls were collected into the bronze coffin.

Then, the fighting spirits scattered around wandered from the ruins, and sent the received things to Li Shenzhi.

"Let's go."

After collecting the entire ruins, Li Shenzhi headed into the distance.

Next, go to the gathering places of the four scattered cultivators, and get some spiritual objects more or less.

"I have a question."

In the process of rushing, Lao Bai opened his mouth with burning eyes.

"No, two questions."

"Say." After glancing at Lao Bai, Li Shenzhi replied.

"Look, although our stall is small now, it's more or less a business. You, the shopkeeper, I have to be an executive director no matter what."

"Say it directly."

"The old man thinks, can we pay the salary on time in the future?"

Going to the countryside to do as the Romans do, and coming to the Great Wilderness, Lao Bai also inquired a lot, knowing some big forces, and the elders have a fixed quota of cultivation resources every year.

Moreover, he just saw that Li Shenzhi commanded countless ghosts, and there were too many things pulled out of the ruins.

As the executive...deputy dean, he asked for a salary.

"Also, as the academy's only worker in the Great Wilderness, does this old man have the right to consult the cultivation materials in the academy?"

After the words fell, Lao Bai didn't hear Li Shenzhi's response, so he couldn't help being taken aback.

"Damn, the old man is over a hundred years old, you don't want a white girl to vote for me, do you?"

After leaving the ruins of Yanyang all the way, the first goal of Li Shenzhi and his wife was the nearest Duliang Mountain.

In the ancient country of Yanggu, naturally there are not only four places where casual cultivators gather, but only these four are the most famous.

Judging from the array controlled by the four people, these four guys have a deep relationship behind the scenes.

Although the warriors at the peak of Dao Zang Realm are not from the majority or ancient cities, they all have a bit of background, which is infinitely stronger than the background of the academy.

Right now, it is a difficult period for starting a business, and resources need to be accumulated a little bit.

However, on the way to Duliang Mountain, the harsh situation exceeded Li Shenzhi's expectations.

The demon soldiers of the Golden Sword Lilong Clan turned into countless branches, wreaking havoc and killing everywhere on this human land.

Of course, on the vast land, the human race does not not fight back.

Among the various tribes, after the women and children of the tribe were settled, some tribes formed a coalition army and were also fighting against the demon soldiers.

On the wilderness, legions of warriors from the human race and the monster race fought, with blood flowing like rivers and corpses strewn across the field.

Unknowingly, the rising blood energy lingered on the sky, covering the Martial Dao Great Wall, and the blood energy began to seep into the Great Wall.

All over the Great Wall, vein-like blood vessels made a strange sizzling sound, like the sound of swallowing, which was creepy.

Soon, more and more qi and blood merged into the veins.

With the passage of time, some of the qi and blood passed through the large net woven by the veins and continued to permeate downwards.

The purple light suddenly appeared, and collided with the infiltrating blood, gradually flowing down, and merged into the sky above the densely packed human skeletons below.

In the center of Yongzhou, the city of heaven hangs in the air.

Below the city, like a divine court in a vast space-time, hundreds of millions of divine consciousnesses are constantly intertwined and colliding, exuding bloody, chaotic, tyrannical... breath.

In the center of many spiritual consciousness, a ball of bright red light trembled slightly, and the supreme aura swept all directions at once.

Immediately, the consciousness that was still extremely arrogant just now screamed one by one, chaotic, bloody... all kinds of negative emotions calmed down.

"not enough!"

In the hazy blood light, the phantom of an ancient continent is reflected.

On this continent, there are independent regions floating out of each other.

In this area, there are several other areas filled with intense blood.

In addition, in dozens of areas, there is a faint blood mist floating on the surface, which is eroding the light of the area.

At the edge of these areas, there is a regional outline, which is the same as the Nine Kingdoms in the Northwest.

"This emperor needs more blood!"

……

The ancient country of Yangu, Duankong Mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, groups of warriors from various tribes gathered and crowded in every corner of the mountain.

In the middle of the mountain, in a stone city built on the half of the highest mountain, there are figures of warriors, their breaths tense and evil spirits lingering.

"The tribal people gathered outside the mountain, twice as many as the day before, mother, these bitches are trying to harm us."

"Kill it down, blast all these people out, it won't take a few days like this, and the demon clan will kill them after smelling it."

This stone city is called Duankong City. It is unknown when it was built. It already existed a long time ago.

Once, in this mountain, a spiritual vein appeared, and a large tribe lived and multiplied here.

Later, when the spiritual veins dried up and the tribe was destroyed, this place became a gathering place for casual cultivators.

As the gathering place of the four major casual cultivators in the ancient Yanggu country, there are quite a few Taoist and Tibetan warriors coming and going here.

Now, under the tyranny of the monster race, the nearby human tribes regard this place as a place of refuge.

"It can't go on like this. The owner of the mountain went to the ancient city of Yanyang and hasn't come back yet. What do you think should be done?"

There are not many warriors in the city, and there are only more than three hundred people in total, but each of them has at least the Yuandan realm.

These people are the real core of Duankong Mountain, and they are also the key for the mountain owner Lu Qian to control this place.

"Second Mountain Lord, Mountain Lord is not here, we listen to you."

Lu Qian is not here, the most powerful person in the city has the strength of the seventh level of Dao Zang Realm.

Seeing everyone looking at him, He Ao's eyes flickered ferociously, and he looked towards the mountains below.

"Lord of the mountain, we brothers have been fighting for decades to occupy such a place to live. We can't let these trash below harm us."

"That is, I want us to risk our lives to resist the demon clan and protect them. Why, my life is my own."

"The life and death of these ants has nothing to do with us. I really feel that if we donate a little resources before, we can make us work hard for them."

A series of figures, exuding an unruly air, grinning grinningly.

As a casual cultivator, there are no resources or reliance, which one is not a person with some means, with his head pinned to his trouser waist, killing people and stealing goods, for them, it is just the most common thing.

"Brothers, do you all think so?"

He Ao looked around, looking at the figures around him, each with a lingering evil spirit.

"Shanzhu, I think the following people are still useful."

At this time, a voice that didn't fit in with the group sounded, which immediately attracted everyone's glaring.

"Old ghost Qin, do you want to die, and throw you out first when the monster clan comes?"

Old Ghost Qin is a skinny old man with few tufts of hair on his head.

"Lord of the mountain, Duankong Mountain is famous for killing the monsters on a large scale this time. Even if there is no group of ants below, the monsters will come sooner or later."

"Go on."

There was a sparkle in He Ao's eyes.

"Since that's the case, let the following trash die instead of our brothers. Wouldn't it make the best use of everything?"

Old Ghost Qin pointed at the figures inhabiting the mountains and fields below.

"The number of warriors who have entered the mountain in the past few days has exceeded tens of thousands. When the monster clan kills us, we will retreat, and when the monster clan retreats, we will return.

At that time, this place has already been slaughtered by the Yaozu once, and the blood is filled with blood, which can be seen from outside the mountain. At that time, our brothers hid it more tightly, and it is expected that the Yaozu will not come again. "

"Damn it, Old Ghost Qin, you're the one who is more ruthless than a bad old man."

"This old man just wants to live the lives of hundreds of our brothers."

Old Ghost Qin cupped his hands at the surrounding figures, his eyes were stern and fierce.

"Old Ghost Qin, there are still thousands of our peripheral brothers in the mountains below."

"Brothers, do you want to die yourself, or let them die?" Old Ghost Qin said coldly.

"Everyone has seen that, after the demon clan was killed, even Yanyang City was wiped out. We, Duankong Mountain, are farts in front of the demon clan. Wouldn't it be better to save our lives?"

"Besides, those people outside, when the monster clan retreats, there will be a lot of people coming, so are you afraid that there will be no one available?"

"Hey...since they are all here to resist the monster clan, then...little girls..."

A group of desperadoes who were licking blood with the tip of their knives suddenly let out a strange cry.

"Then go grab it, it just so happens that the ones in the dungeon are getting tired of playing, so get a new batch."

He Ao opened his mouth and said: "Brothers have packed up, we are ready to retreat at any time, and let the trash below block this robbery for us."

……

Thousands of miles away from Duankong Mountain, demon soldiers ran wildly, and the leader of the demon clan was a golden sword Lilong in the late Daozang period.

A group of monster soldiers with green faces and fangs, their evil spirits soaring to the sky.

A few demon shadows flew from afar and merged into the demon soldiers.

"Qiyu Yaojiang, the human tribes in front have all migrated away, and we were all in vain."

Hearing the report, Jin Wu's eyes burst into murderous light.

"Look again, there are so many human tribes nearby, this demon will not believe that these human tribes can all run away."

Soon, one after another monster warriors turned into flowing light and rushed in all directions.

Jin Wu's eyes suppressed anger. This was the first time the young master led an army and entered the land of the human race. If he failed to complete the mission, he would definitely end badly.

The elite demon soldiers he led had been in the lower world for a month, and the human tribes they had destroyed were only four, which was far from what they expected.

This time, the young master has already given the death order, and the elite team he leads will kill at least a million people.

It is said that this battle is related to the secret order of the Black Dragon Royal Family, if it is not done well, it will be punished.

If he did well, he might be able to gain the favor of the Black Dragon Royal Family, and if he bestowed a little treasure, then his Golden Sword and Lilong Clan would be able to use it endlessly.

"Keep going."

Jin Wu greeted everyone, although the demon soldiers he led were few, they were all elite.

"Report!"

Another figure came from far away.

"Qi Yao general, in front of you is Duankong Mountain, the place where the scattered cultivators of the human race gather. Where did a large number of human races go?"

"Duankong Mountain."

After reacting for a while, Jin Wu sneered, what is the name of the mountain master at the peak of Daozang, the gathering place for casual cultivators.

Forget it, it doesn't matter what it's called.

The peak of daozang of casual cultivators is also worthy of the peak of daozang?
"kill!"

With this in mind, Jin Wu's blood dragon gun burst out with strong murderous intent, leading the demon soldiers behind him to kill Duankong Mountain.

Two thousand elite soldiers of the monster clan created a surging momentum comparable to tens of thousands of them, directly forming a violent and evil spirit.

In Duankong Mountain, the small tribe gathered together looked at the attacking monster soldiers, and looked towards Duankong City for help.

However, there has been no movement in Duankong City for a long time.

"Kill in."

"Kill all these human races!"

Two thousand demon soldiers, led by the five gold demon generals, rushed into Duankong Mountain without hindrance.

……

"Why is that?"

The blood soaked the mountains and forests, the broken arms and limbs were scattered all over the mountains, and the leaves and grasses rolled down the blood.

"Why is this happening!"

Standing in the bloody killing field, the strong smell of blood rushed into his nostrils, and the whirring sound in his ears seemed to echo with screams.

Lao Bai stood beside Li Shenzhi, holding a small blood bone in his hand, and murmured a question.

As humans, we shouldn't unite, what are we doing with the monster race!

Even if you can't fight, you are worthy of your heart and your clan.

The two of them crossed more than half of the ancient country of Yanggu, and walked through three Sanxiu mountain ranges in a row, and this is the fourth one in front of them.

Along the way, blood soaked his eyes.

In the Sanxiu Mountain Range, they saw villains who did not fight to the death with the Yaozu, but pushed out the same clan's blocking bag and escaped by themselves.

In the wilderness, I saw tribes after tribes, because the monster soldiers were so powerful that they couldn't resist and the whole tribe was slaughtered.

In the great wilderness, why is the human race so scattered.

You know, the strength of the human race is not weak!

When they are weak, can they still be compared, when they are in the small world?

The human race without the ninth rank, just relying on their lives, blocked the attack of the monster race for hundreds of years, and ushered in the last dawn.

Now, in the vast wilderness, where is the dawn of the human race?

Not far away, a human warrior weighed dozens of wounds. All the wounds were on his chest, and blood was flowing from his abdomen.

This is a warrior who died in battle.

Such fighters abound in the arena.

There is no shortage of people who dare to fight in the human race, why are they beaten like this.

"Why is that?"

Lao Bai subconsciously whispered in his ear, and Li Shenzhi shook his head lightly.

The human race living in the wilderness still has people's hearts, but they lack a leading banner.

There is no fighting power in a mess of sand.

Don't say that Lao Bai is like this, he has experienced a series of battle experiences in the small world, and even he himself finds it a little difficult to accept.

Having seen too much blood along the way, Lao Bai at this moment has reached the limit of a kind of mental shock.

"Ok!"

At this moment, Li Shenzhi raised his head and looked towards the city hanging in the middle of the mountain in the distance.

Anyone else?
"Are there any dead?"

On Duankong City, two figures quietly appeared from a crack in the cliff.

"Two small yuan pills, the means are good, and they can survive under the hands of the Yaozu."

Two figures volleyed down, with grim smiles in their eyes.

"Hand over all the things you have collected. It just so happens that there are not many people coming in the mountains. I will save the two of you as dogs."

(End of this chapter)