Chapter 195: Breaking the Formation and Meeting

On the east side of Lost Trace Lake, there are more than a dozen mountain peaks, stretching for twenty or thirty miles. The lush forest that was originally on each mountain was dug out, missing a piece here and a piece there, like pieces of green cloth that were sewn and mended.

These patches are all nests temporarily built by demon heads who cut down ancient trees. One can vaguely see heads gathered, and a rough scan of the mountains and plains shows no less than ten thousand people. Some of these demon heads are practicing, some are refining treasures, some are wrestling naked for fun, and some are arguing because they have occupied each other's territory, which can be described as foul-smelling and chaotic, with demons dancing wildly.

It may be unbelievable to say that such a group of demons who are unruly in sitting and standing and disorderly in cultivation actually come from the same sect, named the Yelang Sect.

This demon sect has been established for less than two years and is a branch sect under the Southern Sect demonic forces. The sect master is Yao Kaijiang, who is called Green-Faced Yelang.

One of the mountains in the middle of these ten or so mountains is not occupied or disturbed by demon heads. The whole mountain is still in the appearance of a primitive forest. The top of the mountain was flattened, and a bronze war chariot was parked on it. In front of the chariot, there are four bronze horses wearing yokes. The bronze horses are cyan-gold all over, with red eyes and fire-like nose breath, making people unable to distinguish whether they are living things or puppets.

There are also three bronze warriors standing on each side of the chariot, each nine feet tall, wearing armor and holding long spears, motionless.

In the carriage of the chariot, a strong man sat cross-legged. He looked even taller than the guards on both sides, perhaps a zhang tall. The strong man wore a black robe, but it was worn diagonally, exposing his left arm and left chest. The skin exposed outside was blue-gray, and the dark silver tendons bulging under the skin were clearly visible, as if mercury sand was flowing inside.

A golden mask covered his square and broad giant face, and only a pair of red pupils were exposed under the gold mask.

Yao Kaijiang stared down at the mist on the lake. No matter what, he could not let the Red Wood Ridge disciples remain in this world. If they could live well, wouldn't his defection to the enemy become a joke?

It's just that Yang Xuanla and Long Youpo were stubborn, just making a show, only surrounding and not attacking, and had been consuming in Lost Trace Lake for several years, but still refused to kill them. Yao Kaijiang had to suspect that if this continued, would Hong Changbao be able to use this terrain to rebuild the mountain gate and continue the lineage?

He could no longer bear it and decided to go to Yang Xuanla and Long Youpo to talk again.

"Boom!"

Just as the bronze horse hooves moved slightly, he saw a jade talisman flying out from nowhere, hitting the sky. Suddenly, the wind and clouds changed color, dark clouds brewed, clouds gave birth to thunder, clearing the mist and miasma, falling toward the southernmost isolated peak of this row of mountains.

Yao Kaijiang glanced at it, it was just a Second Realm thunder talisman, he didn't pay attention to it, but the war horse also calmed down and stopped moving.

"Who!"

"Enemy attack!"

Yao Kaijiang didn't move, but there was a panic where the thunder fell. The group of demons dodged and flew around, like birds startled from the forest.

But this was just a beginning. Jade talismans and thunder flags rose like flying birds, and heavenly thunder fell like rain.

"The righteous path has come!"

A demon head shouted.

"It's Shushan, it's too close to Shushan here, it must be Shushan who has come!"

Some demon heads echoed, their voices panicked, and then the whole mountain began to be chaotic.

Yao Kaijiang frowned. These crooked melons and cracked dates stuffed by Xin Chenzi were really unbearable to look at. They couldn't even distinguish between the Taiqing thunder talisman and the Shenxiao thunder talisman, and looking at the spiritual machine and legal implication of the jade talisman and thunder flag, it was only the Second Realm, and it could actually make them panic like this.

"What are you panicking about!"

A sound of gold and iron came from the war chariot, cold and murderous, suppressing the thunder, which also made the panicked demon heads calm down a little.

Yao Kaijiang raised his hand and struck out a blue-green mysterious light, which was a magic treasure like a nail. The magic treasure turned in the sky and smashed all the jade talismans and thunder flags, and the thunder clouds dissipated.

The demon heads of the Yelang Sect saw it, and suddenly cheered and shouted, and the demon heads of that mountain went back as if nothing had happened.

At the same time, on the southwest side of Lost Trace Lake, a scene of stars suddenly flashed in the sky, especially the Big Dipper shining brightly. A piece of seemingly ethereal starlight fell from the sky and fell onto one of the mountains of the Yinhe Ghost Sect.

The Yinhe Ghost Sect was obviously different from the group of Yelang Sect. Some people went to attack Lost Trace Lake, some were practicing in the mountain, and some were guarding. From beginning to end, Yang Xuanla was not seen, only a demon sect leader on that mountain made a move, sacrificed a black pottery jar, and a water column rushed into the sky from inside, rolling back to the sky. There were densely packed water ghosts in the water, jumping out of the water to gnaw on the starlight.

The starlight shook the black water into nothingness, and those water ghosts also howled and turned into black smoke.

However, it was not one demon head who made a move. After that one person made a move, dozens of people followed, forming a piece of dark water wave, and in a short while, the starlight was drowned.

However, the next moment, the starlight seemed to have learned a lesson, and fell toward one of the mountains where the Yelang Sect was located. The demon heads here saw the starlight falling, and scattered like birds and beasts. Some sacrificed magic treasures to block it, but only a few, and their strength was not together. When the starlight fell, a few who ran slowly were like being pierced by a sharp sword, their bodies and heads separated.

The demon heads of the Yinhe Ghost Sect saw it, not only did not help, but also made a booing and sneering sound.

Yao Kaijiang's face suddenly couldn't hang, and he named two names.

"Chi Tongpi guards the mountain, Meng Tianhu goes out to search for people, take your subordinates, and if you show ugly faces again, both of you wait to be refined into corpse puppets!"

Yao Kaijiang's angry voice sounded in the mountains.

The two demon heads who were called by name, even if they had ten thousand unwillingness, had to move at this moment. One led his subordinates to deal with the starlight, and the other led his subordinates to leave the mountain to find the place where the thunder talisman first rose.

Hundreds of people were moving, and then saw a few yellow clouds floating over. After they were close, they realized that they were six huge yellow talismans. The talismans were shining with divine light, and when they were in the sky, they turned into six giants fifty or sixty zhang tall. After falling to the ground, they caused a mountain shaking.

"Shenxiao thunder talisman, Zhou Tian star bucket, Yellow Turban Warrior, this is the Shenxiao Sect, Shangqing Sect, Lingbao Sect all coming, old ghost, Dragon Mother, can you two still sit still?"

Yao Kaijiang asked with the thought of his primordial spirit.

"Heh, it's just a few dolls, and they are rushing at you, not me. Besides, the errand given to me by the Southern Star Old Ancestor is to kill all the Red Wood Ridge, not to go against the righteous path."

Yang Xuanla replied to him unhurriedly, and Long Mother did not make a sound from beginning to end.

Yao Kaijiang's face was hidden under the gold mask, and no expression could be seen, but his eyes were even redder.

He gave an order, and hundreds of demon soldiers left the mountain to find the traces of the righteous path. However, he didn't need to find them. When seeing that Long Youpo and Yang Xuanla were always indifferent, in order to make the movement bigger, Song Jishu, Meng Xuqi, Meng Xuyi, and Li Chengyan, Wang Chengyi, Fang Weimin appeared one after another, warriors, thunder, starlight, elixir fire, all poured toward the Yelang Sect, until the movement was so big that even Yao Kaijiang couldn't sit still.

These few people didn't move the other two families, but attacked the Yelang Sect, making Yao Kaijiang embarrassed on the surface, and also angry in his heart. His thoughts moved, the bronze war horse stepped into the air, and the war chariot wheels rolled over the void, making a sound like heavenly thunder. The bronze warriors on the left and right also found people and killed them.

Yao Kaijiang is a famous demon head, everyone dared not be careless, joined hands to fight the enemy, but the magic was always controlled very well, not falling to the other two families.

However, after a long time, there were always accidents. The thunder of the Meng brother and sister and the elixir fire of Fang Weimin fell from time to time on the blood river formation in front of the Yelang Sect, causing the blood river to surge and roll endlessly.

Another starlight flickered, thunder and fire intersected, and suddenly three figures passed through the chaotic Yelang Sect and approached the blood river.

Sensing that outsiders were approaching, the blood river suddenly roared, and countless blood vines were born inside, like snakes and electricity, to entangle the three figures.

At this time, thunder and elixir fire fell together, falling on those blood vines. And the leader of the three figures turned into a sword rainbow, and the crimson-gold sword light did not dodge or avoid the incoming blood vines, and just met them.

The blood vines touched the sword light, and dissipated at the touch, turning into dark slag and black smoke.

"Pure Yang true meaning?" An old female voice sounded, seemingly very surprised.

But in this moment of surprise, the sword light led the two figures behind him, and had already broken through the blockade of the blood vines and rushed into the mist.

"Heh!"

Yao Kaijiang, who was sitting high on the war chariot, let out a cold laugh, "Dragon Mother, this doesn't seem to be aimed at me!"

However, Long Youpo didn't speak again after being surprised by the Pure Yang true meaning, and didn't pay attention to Yao Kaijiang at all, but the blood river did become a bit thicker.

Seeing that Cheng Xinzhan and the three had already entered, Song Jishu and the other six didn't stop, and immediately retreated. Although this Yao Kaijiang had no strong soldiers under his command, his own demonic skills were very powerful. The six bronze warriors each had the strength of the early Golden Core stage, and he himself had not yet walked out of the war chariot. Just by relying on that dark blue iron nail, he made everyone unable to handle it.

Yao Kaijiang realized that these righteous path youths wanted to save Red Wood Ridge, so he didn't chase them anymore. He saw through the faces of the Ghost Master and the Dragon Mother, thinking that it would be better to let these righteous paths make some noise. When the people of Red Wood Ridge break out, let's see if those two old things are still willing to contribute.

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Nothing could be seen in the mist. Cheng Xinzhan stimulated the breath of the crimson essence blood in his heart palace and said loudly,

"Hong Jiaozhu Hong, an old friend has come!"

As soon as his voice fell, the mist in front of him dispersed, forming a passage.

Cheng Xinzhan, Shen Zhaoming, and Huang Miaoluo looked at each other, nodded, and walked inside along the passage.

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A moment later, the scene in front of him suddenly opened up. He saw a water country standing in front of him. Small islands and hills were dotted like stars. It was originally an excellent tourist resort, but now, there were people on every small island, slightly crowded, and everyone's face was full of sorrow, complaining.

However, these remnants were still gathered together. There were people treating the wounded, and those who were not injured were organizing resistance, repelling the demon soldiers who broke into the mist from time to time.

The situation was not as bad as Cheng Xinzhan thought.

Cheng Xinzhan's eyes blurred, and he saw a person suddenly flash in front of him.

"Is it you?"

Hong Changbao was very surprised.

There was so much movement outside, he naturally knew, but he wouldn't go out. What if it was a trick to lure the enemy? And from beginning to end, only the voice of the traitor Yao Kaijiang was heard, but the more difficult Yang Xuanla and Long Youpo didn't move.

When someone rushed in, he also knew. He didn't attack at the first time, just to see who the visitor was, but he didn't expect that person to have the breath of his master, and also called himself an old friend.

He didn't expect even more that it was him.

"Cheng Qieqing?"

Hong Changbao still remembered this person's name, and the impression was very deep, because this young man rushed into Mount Lantao to fish for the corpses of the Miao people, and because of this, he was attacked by the true evil energy and almost lost his life. He was also Wen Sukong's disciple. These things added together made it difficult for Hong Changbao to forget.

Oh, the breath on him is the drop of essence blood given by Master.

Hearing this strange name, Shen Zhaoming and Huang Miaoluo both looked over. Everyone had heard of Yifu, and Nandou had just explained it, but how did another Qieqing pop up?

Cheng Xinzhan arched his hands, "Hong Jiaozhu Hong, the poor Daoist's name is Xinzhan, Qieqing is just a nickname for walking in the rivers and lakes before. This is Daoist Shen Zhaoming from the Wan Shou Palace on Mount Xishan, and this is my fellow disciple, Daoist Huang Miaoluo."

Hong Changbao greeted Shen Zhaoming and Huang Miaoluo, and smiled at Cheng Xinzhan without caring, "No matter what Qieqing or Xinzhan, it is true that you are Wen Sukong's disciple, and it is true that you have kindness to my Red Wood Ridge. Three Daoist priests, please follow me."

Hong Changbao led the three to a small island, temporarily pinched tables and chairs with water and soil, and invited the three to sit down,

"The place is simple, everyone don't dislike it."

The three shook their heads.

Hong Changbao looked at Cheng Xinzhan and praised,

"When I first met Daoist friend, Daoist friend was still in the First Realm. When we met again, Daoist friend was already in the Third Realm, which makes us ashamed!"

He thought to himself, worthy of being her disciple.

Cheng Xinzhan shook his head and replied, "Hong Jiaozhu Hong is over-praising."

Hong Changbao narrated the old feelings in one sentence, and then asked,

"Alas, the old man is already a stray dog, living in fear in this mountain forest all day long. Daoist friend came from the outside world, the old man only asks one sentence, is my master still alive?"

Hong Changbao is indeed as he said, extremely pitiful. After Red Wood Ridge was broken, he has been hiding in the Miao Border, gathering remnants, and then shrinking in this Lost Trace Lake, never going out again. It's just that he heard from the demon soldiers that the Red-Haired Old Ancestor was dead, but he had nowhere to verify it, and in his heart, he was even more unwilling to believe it.

Cheng Xinzhan saw that Hong Changbao had hope in his eyes, sighed in his heart, and said with his mouth,

"Hong Jiaozhu Hong, please mourn. I have seen the corpse of the Red-Haired Senior with my own eyes, and the Senior has indeed passed away."

The hope in Hong Changbao's eyes disappeared instantly, replaced by hatred. He asked,

"Where did Daoist friend see the corpse of my master?"

Cheng Xinzhan really didn't want to answer this question, but he couldn't deceive, so he had to tell the truth,

"Hong Jiaozhu Hong must be prepared."

Hong Changbao closed his eyes, the mountain-like strong man actually shed tears. He took a long breath, then slowly exhaled, then opened his eyes and looked at Cheng Xinzhan.

Cheng Xinzhan sighed,

"The Red-Haired Old Ancestor's corpse transformed into its original form and has been refined into a corpse puppet by the Red Corpse Wu Lao."

Hong Changbao opened his eyes wide, his eyes splitting, and blood tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

He didn't make a sound for a long time, then suddenly coughed violently and vomited a pool of blood.

"If this hatred is not reported, I, Hong Changbao, swear not to be a human!"

The man's voice had changed, like crying and howling.

Cheng Xinzhan and others didn't know what to say, and waited quietly for Hong Changbao to recover.

After a while, Hong Changbao slowly adjusted and asked Cheng Xinzhan again,

"Then I wonder what business the few Daoist priests have here?"

Cheng Xinzhan said bluntly,

"The demonic sect is the common enemy of the Daoist path and the side sects. To put it bluntly, the demonic sect is powerful now, and Red Wood Ridge is in danger of overturning. How can my Daoist path see death and not save it?"

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