Chapter 1111 Attack
Huge ship.
Dunyi took Wu Rong's appearance and sat in charge of the central army.
Not far away, Elder Qiu stared at him with a frown.
Dun Yi spread his hands helplessly: "This is Tu Shanjun's order. Master and apprentice are just one family. How could I stop it?"
"Don't say it's me. As the official of the underworld and the elder of the sect, don't you still have to obey? Why are you watching me do this?"
"I always feel something is wrong." Qiu Longjue sighed.
There is no time when the boss takes action first, with the army behind him.
The army should have defended the coach.
"Many of the Yintian clans have been glorious in the past and have extraordinary foundations. Just in case..." Qiu Longjue paced with his hands behind his back.
Looking at the demon beside him, he couldn't help but frown.
There is a 'Desolate God' sitting on top, and a devil standing below.
The coach even ran out while the army was marching.
"Don't worry. With Tushanjun's strength, as long as the ancient emperor doesn't take action, the palace master will be fine."
Qiu Longjue said angrily: "You also called me Tushanjun?"
Dun Yi shrugged his shoulders.
have to.
They are really members of the same family, and I am even more of an outsider.
"I don't have time to talk to you. The palace master has explained a lot of things."
Dunyi leaned on the seat, raised his head slightly, covered the huge ship with Dao Lord's vast consciousness, and asked: "How long will it take to sail to the sea of blood?"
Empress Houtu, who was shaped by the yin and yang millstones, heard a voice that was somewhat intertwined with instruments: "In three days, the fleet can jump to the sea of blood, and the troops will be stationed at the predetermined location. The master of the palace will rush back with the old Taoist master."
Dunyi tilted his head and looked at Qiu Longjue, as if to say: 'Look, you don't have to worry about anything. ’
Qiu Longjue finally managed to keep his composure.
Three days later.
Boom!
A bolt from the blue.
The middle-aged monk who was driving the beast cart suddenly turned around.
With his Nascent Soul's strength, he couldn't tell where the explosion came from, as if it was as high as the Nine Heavens and as deep as the Nine Netherworld.
The earth dragon crawled on the ground in fear and stopped moving. There were shouts of varying lengths coming from behind.
Buzz!
The noise of the beast team suddenly disappeared.
"Something's coming!"
Qiao Yuan quickly followed the sound and saw something flickering at the end of the endless wilderness.
Then a huge unknown instrument appeared.
If you look closely, it looks like a puppet. By the time he could really see it clearly, he was already close to him.
It was indeed a puppet.
It's three feet tall.
It's like an iron wave appears in the Lingmi rice field. It's not clear how many there are at first glance, but it can be distinguished that three or three make up a triangle.
Advance and retreat are well-founded, without any clutter.
The huge arched legs lightly stepped on the ground, and then jumped high.
Their hundred-man beast team looked like villagers to the other party.
Keng!
Bang.
The puppet stepped on the ground and started running again.
Qiao Yuan just watched the puppet pass by him, and then something unknown was thrown from the huge puppet. He didn't notice the murderous intention or instinctively raised the protective aura.
What hit the body-protecting gas was a bag of 'rice cakes' in unknown packaging.
Said to be rice cakes, it should actually be said to be sugar cakes.
Most of the monks in the beast team received it.
"Underworld?"
Qiao Yuan recognized the words printed on the back.
He seemed to have never heard of this force, let alone seen such a flag in Xuefang State. However, the heat brought by the roaring puppet army was still on his side, and he had no idea what was going to happen.
"It's dark?!"
"Why does it get dark so early?"
"..."
"It's not dark, look!" came the exclamation.
Qiao Yuan looked up to the sky.
A huge shadow appeared in the sky visible to the naked eye.
It was like a Tengu eclipse slowly engulfing the sun. Looking carefully, he could only see endless darkness, and he couldn't see clearly what it was under the shroud of the formation.
"What's going on?"
"You're not going to fight, are you?"
"The formation is too big, isn't it? What is that thing in the sky? What kind of cultivation level does it have to control that thing?"
"..."
The children in the beast team excitedly scrambled for the rice cakes that were thrown over them, and those who got more were showing off.
The adults were completely shocked. They were originally driving the beast cart to Fang Lin City to do business, but they saw such a horrific scene on the road.
For a time, it was neither progress nor retreat.
Until the puppet army moved forward and left, the darkness above slowly moved away.
Qiao Yuan and the other monks could barely see that it looked like countless giant ships hanging in the sky.
Perhaps the explosion they heard was not thunder at all, but a giant ship jumping out of the barrier.
…
Carrots and sticks are always best.
Of course, the premise is that you have enough strength.
The effect of shock is much faster than favor.
Looking at the six princes and hundreds of tribes who bowed to him, Wu Rong was not proud or complacent.
He knows the real war begins now.
The unified upper reaches of the Styx River are simply a piece of loose sand, which was forcibly held together by Master Tushanjun. Without the control of this "ghost hand", the northwest will return to its previous state, even more chaotic.
The current Northwest will completely collapse as long as it suffers a defeat.
He especially needs time to integrate the power in his hands.
This still depends on whether the Nether Clan wants to fulfill the underworld.
Wu Rong carefully considered and felt that Dongyue would not help him. Perhaps the sect would come to his aid, but Yintian was Dongyue's territory after all, and the ten clans would not be easy to deal with.
Once external forces intervened and other clans helped the Ming clan, it would involve the sect instead.
‘I hope he is the kind of person who knows what’s good for him, like Daojun Xiao. ’ Wu Rong muttered in his heart
“Master, I think the fleet is about to reach the blood sea, we have to go back as soon as possible.” Wu Rong looked at Tushanjun and said.
“Okay.” Tushanjun nodded.
“We are willing to go together.” Daojun Huoya bowed his hands and saluted.
Bing Fengxi saw that the situation was hopeless and he dared not shout.
Since the spirit of the instrument killed Jinle Hou like killing a chicken, he no longer objected.
Fortunately, the underworld needs people, and since they need people, they are useful, otherwise they will become the souls on the banner like Jinle Hou, and they will never be reborn.
"We are willing to go."
"Great!"
Wu Rong let out a long breath, and said with a smile: "You all follow me to strengthen our momentum. If there is any sign of defeat, you can make your own decisions."
"Let's go!"
Tu Shanjun waved his sleeves.
Reversed the space and opened the Luowang node.
Covered everyone with his sleeves and then escaped into it.
...
Gui Yuanhou didn't go anywhere the first time he escaped, and went straight to the blood sea.
The blood sea is called "blood" in essence, but it is not bloody and smelly, but the light of the moon rises and interweaves to form a divine light.
This phenomenon has never disappeared, and it also makes the blood sea spiritual energy particularly rich.
There are many lands scattered in the blood sea.
The largest one is called "Mingtian".
The place where the blood sea ancestor is located is the Taoist temple of the blood sea ancestor.
The Minghe You Palace.
The land of Mingtian is floating in the blood sea and is not a fixed place. No one knows how many islands there are in the entire blood sea. It is said that there are hundreds of millions.
The Blood Sea Patriarch used the Blood Sea as a chessboard to set up such a large formation, hoping to play chess with the sky and thus become an "ancient emperor" or "loose immortal".
However, the legends are true and false, false and true.
Only the Blood Sea Patriarch himself knows exactly what it is.
Inside the palace.
Guiyuan Hou saluted carefully.
Talking about the Lushan Alliance.
The first Taoist Lord was furious, stood up angrily, and said loudly: "This is too much!"
"I thought he should be attacked when he called himself the Hades. Later, he changed to the Hades and thought he had learned to be smart. I didn't expect that he was more ambitious and wanted to annex the northwest and unify the upper reaches of the Styx."
"Is he worthy?!"
"Do you really think that you will be invincible if you kill Yuan Tong?"
"..."
"The Three Flowers Taoist Lord is just qualified to be on par with the big clans."
"He is a three-flower spirit, where does he get the bold words?!"
The cultivators present said one after another.
The two leaders had unpredictable inspiration.
Xiong Boshen said coldly: "Since he is so ignorant, we will ask the ancestor to kill him."
"No need for the ancestor to take action, I will do it!" Xiong Jianzun stood up suddenly, his inspiration was like a chaotic abyss, and the three flowers on his head flickered slightly. It was obviously a top-notch power who had achieved enlightenment for a long time.
With the three flowers hanging, the power of the Great Dao was like a river in the sky, completely controlling the entire world.
"Report!"
The saint entered the hall and said loudly: "Report to all the ancestors, the giant fleet of the underworld has been deployed on the cliffs of the sea!"
"How brave!"
Xiong Jianzun shouted angrily and was about to walk to the gate.
"Slow!"
The ethereal and vast divine voice came from the deep void.
The voice was a little old but not weak at all, and it was full of energy.
"Ancestor."
Hearing this voice, all the Taoists stood up and saluted.
They didn't expect to alarm the ancestor because of this matter.
The ancestor had been in seclusion for ten thousand years, and should not have been distracted by these trivial matters.
Even they did not know what realm the ancestor was in.
It was only said that:
The Styx would not dry up, and the Sea of Blood would not die.
"Close the cave tightly, recite the Taoist scriptures quietly, and do not enter it."
The ethereal and vast divine sound slowly spread.
Xiong Boshen was stunned and puzzled: "Ancestor, why?"
"This..."
Everyone was also puzzled.
"The rise of the underworld is destiny."
"Those who go against the will of heaven will have their real names in the Book of Life and Death, and will be released on the stage of reincarnation."
The voice of the Blood Sea Ancestor was without any emotion, just like a 'God'.
"Destiny?"
Xiong Jianzun frowned and said nothing.
He never believed in destiny.
But this was said by the ancestor, so it was convincing after all.
But is there really such a thing as destiny?
Is it destiny or man-made?
"We can't just watch him unify the upper reaches of the Styx. What destiny can he have..."
When everyone thought about it, they all saw surprise in each other's eyes.
The rise of the underworld is indeed unusual.
It seems that the underworld was born to replace Dongyue.
"How can he, a Yihua Daojun, be in charge of destiny?"
"Yes."
"If he can completely connect the upper, middle and lower reaches and unify the Yintian..."
The eyes of the Daojuns were burning.
Maybe several Tianzun fruit positions can be born by then.
They can also take the opportunity to go further.
Xiong Boshen's eyes sank.
Suppressing the excitement in his heart, he lowered his voice and said: "Dongyue should not be referring to anyone in particular. Whoever can accomplish this can replace Dongyue."
"Meet him?"
"Meet him!"
The voice of the Blood Sea Patriarch was no longer heard.
He had violated a certain taboo by saying the word "destiny".
...
At the same time.
Tushan Jun and Wu Rong returned to the central army.
The accompanying saints of the six marquises and hundreds of tribes also boarded the ten thousand zhang giant ship.