When Hunjun begins to make elixirs

The southeastern coast, Fuzhou, was the last territory actually controlled by the Shenmu Sect. Shangxia City is its capital. Three hundred thousand remnants of the Shenmu Cult brought devastating disasters to the local area. Most of the city's residents were massacred, leaving only some women to suffer humiliation.

This group of people who can no longer be called humans frantically vent their fear of imminent destruction.

Ye Chuan, the supreme commander of the Southern Shenmu Cult, had half a century of beard and hair completely white, and his wrinkled skin squeezed his bulging eyes. Opposite him stood a young man.

"so what have you thought of?"

The young man stumbled and made a strange hoarse and old voice, as if his tongue was not his own.

Ye Chuan's eyes were cloudy and he confirmed: "Bailong Mountain was really conquered by Dayin's army?"

The young man said: "It's absolutely true. You have failed. Now only by joining us can you save the situation and revive Dalong."

Ye Chuan stared at the young man for a long time, and the reason in his heart told him that he could not believe the Hualing Sect's rhetoric.

No matter how strong Dayin's army is, it is impossible to quietly wipe out Bailong Mountain with its heavenly warlocks. No one has escaped to report the news, and the Hualing Sect, which has always been disliked, has to come to inform them.

He knows very well the virtues of the Spirit Transformation Sect!

Ye Chuan picked up the sword on the shelf, looked at the military map on the desk, and walked out of the tent: "Sorry, we are busy with military affairs, so I won't keep you here."

The young man's eyes suddenly became sinister: "Don't the old general care about the lives of his people?"

Ye Chuan stopped and then said firmly: "Life or death is determined by destiny. I would rather live life than do ghost work. I have dedicated my life to Dalong and repaid the country's kindness. I don't want to be enslaved by you again after death."

Ye Chuan left, and the young man sneered and said to himself: "It's not up to you!"

Ye Chuan walked through the streets and looked at the purgatory-like Shangxia City. He ordered the deputy general with an indifferent expression: "Gather the army and prepare for the final battle."

The lieutenant asked: "What to do with those prisoners and women?"

Mr. Ye said: "Sacrifice the flag. The men have had enough rest these days. Take out all the hibiscus flowers in stock and distribute them to the troops."

The deputy general hesitated a little and then asked: "Marshal, is something really wrong with the general altar?"

Ye Chuan sneered coldly: "What do you want to say?"

The deputy general swallowed his saliva: "Marshal, we don't have to fight Dayin's army to the death. The general ordered us to find a few large ships so that we can go to sea."

Ye Chuan's expression condensed, a cold light flashed, and he killed him with a sword.

The deputy general's head fell to the ground, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Ye Chuan wiped off the blood on his sword and snorted softly: "Escape? Where can we escape? Yan Dahu must have blocked the sea area. Even if I die, I will pay the price for being a scoundrel in the country of Yin!"

Ye Chuan's guess was correct. Yan Dahu had already taken Li Shun's order and asked the navy to cooperate, completely blocking their retreat.

For Yan Dahu, the emperor's order was to completely annihilate the Shenmu Sect and the remnants of Dalong. How could they be allowed to escape?
He controlled two-thirds of Dayin's troops and horses. The soldiers and horses were strong and divided into three groups. Each group crushed the Shenmu Sect's troops and surrounded the Shenmu Sect like an iron bridge.

A hundred miles away from Shangxia City, Yan Dahu led the army from the middle route and was about to arrive.

He rode on the horse and said to Situ Qiufeng beside him: "Qiufeng, you don't have to stay with me. With so many people protecting me, there won't be any accidents."

Situ Qiufeng's figure became smaller and smaller. This was due to the fact that she restrained the urge to eat too much after she fell in love with Yan Dahu. Of course, it was also due to the fact that she could use her magic power at will without suppressing Suzaku. It was still very easy for a warlock to change her body shape.

"Dahu, the emperor's latest decree makes us wary of the actions of the Spirit Transformation Sect." Yan Dahu said: "So you should follow other high-level warlocks to complete the emperor's mission. You are a member of the Tianling family and know better than them. "The Spirit Transformation Sect."

Yan Dahu also learned a lot about cultivation from Situ Qiufeng's heart these days. If you don't study, you will definitely be eliminated in the future war against immortal cultivators. He still studies war, but the difference is that after the baptism of this war, he has changed from a general who was eager to make achievements, be promoted and get rich, to a commander who cares about the country and the people, and protects his country.

Situ Qiufeng shook his head and said: "They are enough. I am not staying here just to protect you. Don't forget, Ye Chuan also has people from the Tianling family under his command. I want to prevent them from jumping over the wall and releasing Tianling."

Golden Phoenix and Xuan Qi.

The Heavenly Spirit Host who has been active in the southern battlefield since the destruction of Tianlang Mountain.

During this period of time, Situ Qiufeng had come into contact with them twice. Fortunately, with the help of Suzaku and Xuanwu, accidents could be avoided.

Yan Dahu said: "The two Heavenly Spirit Hosts don't seem to be that strong. With White Tiger and Suzaku here, they can't make trouble."

Situ Qiufeng chuckled twice and reminded Yan Dahu: "The host is the host, and the heavenly spirit is the heavenly spirit. Once Jinfeng and Xuanqi are released from the body by the host, years of resentment will burst out, and it will not end well."

Situ Qiufeng still can't forget the terrifying scene when Mo Mu released Qinglong.

She had written to Li Shun not long ago, explaining the situation here. Yesterday, Li Shun's reply arrived together with the information about the Hualing Sect.

He told Situ Qiufeng that he already knew that when this happened, he could ask someone from the Internal Affairs Office to crush a token containing dragon energy, and he would deal with it.

"The three armies are on alert! The enemy appears!"

Yan Dahu received the reward from the scouting horse and was already close to the Shenmu Sect's first line of defense.

He looked at the Shenmu Cult military camp set up on the road ahead and sneered: "The alchemy cannon blasted it twice first!"

At this time, the Shenmu cultists also discovered the imperial army. They were surrounding several large vats, drinking a kind of scarlet blood water.

Relying on the smell brought by the wind, Situ Qiufeng's expression changed drastically and reminded him: "They are drinking Jueming Soup."

When Yan Dahu heard this, he knew it was not a good thing, and half-jokingly said: "They want to commit suicide?"

Situ Qiufeng rolled his eyes at him: "It's almost the same, but we just want to die together with the enemy."

Dalong's army has always had a tradition of fighting to the death. The Jueming soup is made from hibiscus flowers as the main ingredient and mixed with seven kinds of highly toxic substances. After taking it, you will not feel pain and your skin will turn red. After burning a stick of incense, It will spontaneously combust, turn into a fire demon, and perish together with the enemy.

Yan Dahu spat: "It's another cultivator's method."

The white-robed elder who was in charge of the command from the Shenmu Sect took the lead in drinking it and shouted wildly: "Dalong Empire will last for ten thousand years! Charge with me! Kill the Yin people!"

They no longer use the false slogans of Shenmu Cult to cover up their purposes.

There is no need. The Shenmu believers who drank the fatal soup have already lost their minds and can only follow the instructions of the white-robed elders.

Yan Dahu only felt pitiful. He had always looked at the Shenmu believers who were working for the tiger, and he really didn't know whether they were pitiful, hateful, or pathetic. They were all people of Dayin, why did they end up in such a situation.

Coercion and inducement? There may have been some before, but now, these are all die-hard Shenmu believers. Some prisoners knew that they had been deceived, but they still followed the Shenmu Cult and became Dayin's enemy.

His expression became grim, and with a wave of his hand, countless alchemy cannons let out a thunderous roar.

"Death-killing Soup? Fire Demon? I'll blow you to pieces and leave you with no body intact! Look how you still die with me!" (End of Chapter)