From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

Chapter 1076: Beheading the Mountain God

June, the eleventh year of Jiachun.

In the southern part of the Zhuying Dynasty, the 200,000-strong Tiger Roar Army suddenly advanced across the board, catching the enemy and friendly forces off guard.

The Fenglei Army and the Zhengyang Army were confused. The Yunxiao Dynasty's front line was impregnable. Even if the Huxiao Army was willing to sacrifice their lives, they would never be able to break through more than a dozen important border towns. The Baishuang Dynasty's support at all costs made the number of enemy monks far exceed their own. The two dynasties had already formed an alliance, and the eldest princess married the other side's emperor, and marriages between princes and princesses were commonplace.

At three quarters of Hai hour.

A cavalry of a thousand men approached Yunxiao Beiyue.

At the end of the sight, you can see the main force of the ant-attacking army. As arrows rain down on the ground, they fall down piece by piece like wheat being cut. Dozens of siege towers are mostly destroyed, which is a heavy loss.

A thousand cavalrymen were dispersed to deal with the cruising cavalry that surrounded them from both sides. The commander said nothing before leaving.

The Northern Peak of Yunxiao is towering a hundred feet high, with numerous ravines and deep forests. Sensing the approach of a powerful enemy, the God of the Mountain manifested a hundred-foot-high golden body, shining with golden light. Every scale of his armor is as big as a millstone, thick and solemn. The god in golden armor holds a mountain seal in his hand. In order to resist Zhu Ying's army that is sharpening its knives and sweeping southward, the Yunxiao royal family specially gave away this precious treasure from the mountain.

Twenty miles away, the old man in green drew his sword.

The powerful skills of the Yuanying realm sword cultivator were fully displayed.

A scarlet sword was slashed out, and the blood wave formed by the sword energy rushed forward, with nine layers of waves, one higher than the other, rolling towards the big mountain. At the same time, the red blood mist rushed towards the golden-armored god like a blade and a sword light, with astonishing power.

Yunxiao God roared, raised his hand and sacrificed the mountain seal on the palm, which quickly grew larger, like a real mountain, making people feel suffocated. Even though they were twenty miles away, they still had a mighty power that was overwhelming. On the front battlefield, many cavalrymen had blood oozing from their mouths and noses, and their horses fell to the ground with bent legs. The tremendous pressure was unbearable.

The sword energy waves collided with the huge mountain in the sky.

The sky was filled with blood, the storm was raging, the sky seemed to be in chaos, there were waves of energy overflowing everywhere, the light was blooming, illuminating the deep night sky.

Suddenly, a cold light rose from the earth.

Jiang Yuan pointed his sword and slashed in the distance. The flying sword glowed with dazzling divine light, and the sharp sound of breaking through the air seemed to be able to pierce through gold and split stone. The speed was so fast that it was beyond divine consciousness, and the old man in green clothes beside him couldn't help but look sideways.

At a certain moment, a strange wave emerged.

"call out!"

The flying sword burst out, leaving wisps of divine light behind it. Almost in the next instant, the golden-armored deity, who was a hundred feet tall, seemed to have suffered a heavy blow. Although the wound on his forehead was barely noticeable, his huge body disintegrated in an instant like an avalanche.

Golden debris danced all over the sky, filling the entire field of vision.

On the famous mountain that was renowned across half the continent, terrifying gullies appeared one after another. Golden light continuously pierced through the sky, almost like blood gushing out of a human body. The sky retreated, and lightning and thunder roared in the high altitude.

With one sword, the world turns upside down.

"What kind of Cave Realm swordsman are you!?"

The old man in green couldn't help laughing and cursing. Even though he knew the inherent magical power of this flying sword in advance, he couldn't help but feel frightened when he saw the miserable state of Beiyue Zhengshen, who was no more than half dead. If the other party became a genuine sword immortal of the upper fifth realm one day, all the gods and spirits of mountains and rivers in the vast world would have to retreat when they encountered this sword.

The weather is bad, and the luck at the root of the mountain collapses.

Hundreds of years of Taoist power dissipated.

This mountain god was nearly mad. He waved his majestic body, which was several people tall, wildly, trying his best to control the mountain seal.

"Boom!"

The sky was shaking and rumbling. Silver plasma light suddenly rose and radiated in all directions. The mountain seal burst out with even greater power and became more solid, like an immortal demon mountain.

"I'm just angry out of shame."

The magic sword in the green-shirted old man's hand shattered, and a palm-sized flying sword left his body. The sword was called Thousand Scissors. A thousand magic swords appeared intact in front of him, split into two streams to form two hundred-foot-long giant swords, intertwined with each other, like dragon scissors releasing a divine light that soared into the sky, and like the overlapping sharp blades of an executioner, suddenly merging on the mountain seal.

"clang!"

The sound of rock and iron colliding resounds between heaven and earth.

The mountain seal that Da Lian had regarded as his natal object was split into two.

The backlash was so strong that it triggered the double injuries of the collapse of the golden body and the dissipation of the luck at the root of the mountain. Yunxiao Beiyue Zhengshen suddenly bent his legs and fell, supporting himself on the ground with his arms, vomiting blood from his mouth.

On the sky, a flying sword came back and cut off its head. The majestic mountain collapsed, and the long defense line that seemed solid from the sky suddenly had a huge gap.

On both sides of the battlefield, troops gathered and poured into the gap like a tide. The safest place behind the mountain was the arsenal and granary, and the outcome was now decided.

General Wu Chengjia rode over on horseback, a hint of joy on his calm face.

Twenty miles outside the defense line, the woman looked no more than twenty-three or twenty-four years old. Her white dress hung down, her black hair fluttered lightly, and her whole temperament was ethereal. Her every move revealed a graceful demeanor that made all the flowers pale in comparison and the pearls lose their luster, as if she was a fairy from heaven descending to earth.

The young man in black next to him is even more handsome, with black hair like a waterfall, a tall figure, a cool and elegant temperament, and a cold and indifferent look in his eyes, which makes his appearance look deep and solemn, like a god from heaven who has been banished to the human world.

The two stood side by side, both looking good.

"Junior brother, why do I feel like I haven't done anything?"

“No need to feel.”

"I can't help you with how to divide the reward, but if you feel guilty and insist on honoring me, you decide whether I should take it or not."

"Someone is coming."

General Wu Chengjia rode his horse closer and clasped his fists together.

"Thank you all for your help today. I owe you all a huge favor, and I will repay you for your trust."

Jiang Yuan remained noncommittal. He never placed his hopes on others. The general's loyalty was indeed useful, but in essence it didn't mean much.

Little brother, don't stand here with such a cold face... Su Jia smiled softly, gently and touchingly, "General, please come to Huajian Peak often as a guest in the future. Junior brother admires your military tactics very much."

"Of course. I have heard about the wonderful sight of the flowers in bloom at Huajian Peak a long time ago. I will go to see it when I have time." Wu Chengjia said politely. He was a powerful general, and if he got too close to the immortal forces on the mountain, he would be asking for trouble.

Su Jia was secretly embarrassed for a moment. There was no such thing as a hundred flowers in Huajian Peak. The founder of the peak was named Huajian Sanren. Of course, she felt there was no need to say such awkward words.

"General, now that we have accomplished our mission, please arrange for the princes and nobles on the sword boat. The noble families and powerful families behind them are all supporters of the prince."

Old Man Qing turned his head and looked at someone, "Young Master, the Mountain Seal belongs to me, and the fragments of Yunxiao Beiyue's true golden body belong to you."

Jiang Yuan nodded and said, "Okay."

The mountain seal contained a large amount of Yunxiao royal family's luck. It was useless to him, but it was of great benefit to the protectors of the country. It could increase their cultivation and reputation.

Half an hour later, a team of elite cavalry came over with three large boxes filled with golden body fragments as big as stones. After opening the boxes, a smell of dust after rain filled the air, and the aura at the root of the mountain was unusually strong.

Su Jia clasped his fists and said, "The two of you will say goodbye. My junior brother and I still have to report to the Zhengyang Army."

General Wu returned the greeting and Old Man Qing nodded slightly.

(End of this chapter)