Starting boy Ma Kongqun

Chapter 373 Qin Feng, Wu Yi

Hearing the Yaksha Heavenly King speaking this in the Middle-earth language, Ma Ji was slightly startled, then he bowed and smiled, "Your Majesty is very polite, but I wonder who your honored master is?"

The Yaksha King said frankly, "I only know that the Lord is the Lord, but I cannot tell you clearly. But the Lord has said that if you have any doubts, you should say that the Lord invited you to help you with the important matter in your mind!"

Ma Ji thought for a moment and then nodded, "In that case, please lead the way, my Lord."

The Yaksha King didn't say much, he rode a gust of wind and flew away.

Ma Ji also cast a spell and flew into the air, following closely behind.

The two men landed in the deepest part of Womei Mountain, and Yaksha King led Ma Ji to a secret cave.

The entrance of the cave is very small, and it becomes wider as you go diagonally downward. When you reach the bottom of the cave, you will see a completely different world in front of you.

In a vast space that is dozens of miles wide in all directions, the surfaces of countless large and small stalactites hanging upside down from the top emit a soft, sparkling white light, illuminating the entire space in every detail.

The open ground was as smooth as a mirror, and in the center there was a pool of water with a diameter of three or four miles. The water in the pool was rippling, and its color was as red as blood.

Strands of evil spirits that seemed to be tangible rose from the blood and water, but were confined to the area above the pool and within a few miles around it, forming a translucent blood-colored dome.

The Yaksha Heavenly King pointed at the pool of blood and said, "My Yaksha clan was originally just ignorant savages living in Womei Mountain. We often suffered from hunger and cold, and were attacked by wild beasts. It was not until this blood pool appeared out of nowhere that my clan was infected by the evil spirit. The master in the blood pool taught us how to guide and use the evil spirit. Only then did we have the strong physique we have today and become the master of Womei Mountain."

Ma Ji frowned slightly: "So, if I want to see Lord Ling, I need to go deep into this blood pool?"

Yaksha Heavenly King spread his hands and said, "The Lord has never appeared, so I have to ask you to enter the blood pool in person. But the evil spirit in this blood pool is too strong. My people have only dared to touch the evil spirit that is scattered on the surface of the water. Anyone who touches the blood in the pool will explode and die immediately. Please be careful!"

Ma Ji shook his head and sighed, "If that's the case, your Lordship really thinks highly of me."

Having said that, he did not hesitate. The "Yujing Tower" appeared on the top of the building, and auspicious lights and mists hung down to protect his body. It turned into a stream of light, and went straight through the blood-colored dome and plunged into the deep red blood.

When Ma Ji's body passed through the water, he felt a pressure as heavy as a mountain pressing in from all directions, forcing the protective light of "Yujing Chonglou" to shrink inwards by several inches.

He made a rough estimate based on his own cultivation level. If someone's cultivation level was below the second level, this terrifying pressure alone would be enough to crush him to pieces.

What's more, the horror of this blood is far more than just the pressure. What's even more powerful is the evil spirit contained in it.

All things in the universe are both yin and yang. If the vital energy, which is the origin of spiritual practice, is yang, then evil energy is the yin that is naturally opposite to it.

If an ordinary cultivator were trapped in such a strong evil spirit, in a short period of time, all his cultivation would be washed away by the evil spirit and he would return to the mortal world.

Fortunately, one of the magical uses of Ma Ji's "Yujing Tower" is to condense luck, and the magnificent power of luck can just dispel evil spirits, allowing him to enter the blood pool safely.

After passing through the blood-red water, Ma Ji suddenly felt his body lighten. The pressure and evil spirit all dissipated. What appeared before his eyes was no longer the blood-red water, but a vast expanse of space. Behind him was a clear blue sky with a red sun hanging high in the sky, illuminating the vast expanse.

Below is an endless vast plain, in the middle of which stands a square, ancient and majestic city.

Ma Ji had sharp eyes and had already noticed the word "Xianyang" written in seal script on a vertical plaque above a city gate.

At this moment, in the plain just south of Xianyang City, two armies were fighting fiercely.

The number of troops on both sides was about 30,000. The strange thing was that they were all dressed as the elite soldiers of the Qin Dynasty that once swept across the six kingdoms and unified the world.

The only difference is that the eastern one is a mixed group of chariots, cavalry and infantry, and the largest number of infantry are divided into archers, sword and shield soldiers, halberd soldiers and other types of soldiers; the western one is entirely cavalry, and each knight is equipped with halberds, bows and crossbows, long swords and other weapons.

Behind the two armies, a platform a hundred feet high was built for each of them. On the platform, there was a general and dozens of flag bearers, who issued orders and directed their troops to fight by changing the colors of flags.

Normally, with the same number of troops, the cavalry should have been able to crush the enemy with their powerful mobility and impact force, especially the middle-aged general with a dark complexion and a stern look in the rear, who was definitely a master of military strategy who was unparalleled in the world.

Under his command, these 30,000 elite cavalry were like the most ferocious and cunning wolf pack on the grassland. They gathered and dispersed, advanced and retreated, and targeted every weak link in the enemy's formation.

However, the 30,000 mixed troops were no less elite than the 30,000 cavalry, and the purple-faced, resolute white-haired veteran commander in the rear was no less capable of commanding his troops than his opponents.

Although his 30,000 troops were on the defensive due to the limitations of their arms, they did not fall into the dilemma of "losing the outcome if you defend for too long". Instead, relying on the coordination of various arms and the changes in formations, they were able to keep out all the enemy's offensives that were as pervasive as mercury.

In this evenly matched battle, the troops of both sides were drastically depleted, but the dead soldiers did not leave behind any bodies. Instead, they turned into piles of yellow earth and scattered on the ground.

Ma Ji was secretly frightened as he saw these people should also be Taoist soldiers. In terms of individual combat power, they were definitely not inferior to the Centaurs that he had refined with the magic weapon "Demon Refining Pot". If they were to form a formation and attack together, they might be more than one level better than the Centaurs.

Seeing that both sides had lost more than half of their troops, the white-haired veteran on the high platform in the east bowed to the other side and laughed loudly throughout the battlefield: "General Bai Qi, today's battle should still be difficult to determine the winner. How about ending it in a draw as usual?"

The middle-aged general on the northwest platform said in a deep voice: "There are so many generals in the Great Qin, but the only one I can consider as my rival is General Wang Jian. It is a pity that I have never been able to distinguish the superiority of the general!"

As soon as he finished speaking, smoke and dust rose on the battlefield.

In the billowing smoke and dust, the soldiers and even the horses that had turned into earth after their death re-condensed into shape, and the troops and horses of both sides retreated and formed neat battle arrays.

During the battle formation, the soldiers on both sides sang loudly at the same time:
Who says I have no clothes? I share my clothes with you. When the king raises his army, I will sharpen my spears and halberds, and share the same hatred with you!
Who says I have no clothes? I will share the same clothes with you. When the king raises his army, I will sharpen my spears and halberds and work with you!
Who says I have no clothes? I will share my clothes with you. When the king raises his army, I will prepare my armor and weapons and go with you!
After the song, the two armies formed their battle formations.

At the same time, a group of people walked out of Xianyang City.

In the first carriage, a handsome, feminine, pale-faced, beardless man raised his hands to the sky and said in a clear voice, "Zhao Gao, the commander of the Imperial Chariot Office of the Great Qin, is here to welcome the distinguished guests!"

(End of this chapter)