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Chapter 1060: Original Intention

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The fierce battle lasted for three days and three nights. Even the Qingming elites could not support it. Little Wei Yuan had to rotate the troops to the rear for an emergency rest of one hour.

These warriors would fall down as soon as they reached the designated location, sleeping in all kinds of strange postures, and some even fell asleep while standing.

A large number of cultivators responsible for logistics shuttled among the warriors, hanging small pockets containing emergency medicine and soldier grain pills on them.

There were also hundreds of template cultivators who joined forces to cast spells, turning into a misty drizzle, pouring on the warriors. In addition to Dao methods, the rain silk also contained medicine that promoted wound healing, slowed fatigue, and reduced pain. After a drizzle, these warriors would become full of vigor again.

After several days of fierce fighting, Little Wei Yuan had already killed his way to the vicinity of the Dao soldier pass while holding off the mountain folk. At this moment, there were mountain folk corpses everywhere inside and outside the pass. The fifty thousand Dao soldiers in the city were left with only twenty thousand. The injuries on Wang Hu's body were too numerous to count, and many wounds had not yet healed when new ones were added.

And outside the pass, the mountain folk alone had piled up five hundred thousand corpses, and more than a dozen giants were damaged.

After Little Wei Yuan led the main force to kill under the pass, the mountain folk no longer diverted, and the million mountain folk who went to attack the second fortress defense line were separated and lost contact with the main team.

But the pressure on Qingming also increased sharply. On the main battlefield, mountain folk were still appearing in an endless stream.

Little Wei Yuan had already eliminated more than one million five hundred thousand mountain folk in total, but there were still five million on the front!

For three days, the mountain folk were beaten back steadily. They, who were good at manipulating rocks and earth, actually couldn't even build a complete defense line.

One tribe after another was thrown into the front line, and within less than an hour, they were beaten to pieces. Many tribes didn't even have the chance to retreat and preserve some fire seeds. After being thrown into the front line, they were wiped out as a whole. Many small mountain folk tribes had lost all their strong men, and only the old, weak, sick, and disabled were left in the tribe, leaving only the fate of being annexed.

Little Wei Yuan attacked fiercely all the way, never giving the mountain folk a chance to catch their breath and rest, so that the mountain folk could suffer several times more losses than in the past. It was just that this kind of offensive was also a severe test for Qingming. Both sides were gritting their teeth and persisting, just to see who would fall first.

Before the pass, the mountain folk finally piled up enough numerical advantage. Relying on wave after wave of filling the line with flesh and blood, they finally blocked Little Wei Yuan's steel flood, and the rear immediately seized every second to build fortifications and defense lines. As long as they were given one day, they could build a complete defense line.

In the Immortal Heaven, two mountain folk giants stood like pillars supporting the sky, connecting the earth and the sky, forming a horn-like posture, confronting a quiet courtyard with clear streams and flowing springs from afar.

Inside the Immortal Heaven, all the weights and measures of this realm had lost their meaning, and only relative proportions had meaning.

If the courtyard was the size of a normal human world, then both giants were terrifying giant objects over ten thousand zhang tall, and the two sides were completely disproportionate.

The courtyard was peaceful, and two people were tasting tea and playing chess, looking leisurely. One was Immortal Lord Yan Shi, and opposite him was actually a small mountain folk, only five feet tall, ugly in appearance, but floating with a sense of detachment.

He held a white piece, and a piece fell into the game. Suddenly, several black pieces of Yan Shi were eaten, and then he smiled and said: "Fellow Daoist is careless."

Yan Shi was always free and easy, saying: "This place is where I didn't calculate clearly. Fellow Daoist is one move higher at this time."

What the two played was naturally a chess game dedicated to immortals. The chessboard had three axes of length, width, and height, and the pieces would only be killed if they were surrounded in all six directions.

Each axis of this game had eighty-one grids, which was already a top-tier chessboard among immortals.

Yan Shi's appearance had not changed in the slightest, but there was a striking patch of white at his temples. Although the game was at a disadvantage at this moment, Yan Shi refused to give up, step by step, resisting stubbornly.

The small mountain folk immortal said: "I am determined to win this place. Moreover, it was not your human race's land to begin with, so why hold on to it so tightly? Now that there are countless deaths and injuries in the lower realm, do you not take it to heart at all?"

Yan Shi said lightly: "I observe the lower realm, and the deaths and injuries of the mountain folk are far above those of the human race. This kind of exchange is not impossible."

The mountain folk immortal glanced into the room behind Yan Shi and said: "Although your ascension to immortality is not complete, your status is actually not low. It was a great time of leisure, but you have to hold the ancestor's immortal sword to sleep at every moment. Is this kind of day something an immortal should live?"

Yan Shi smiled slightly and said: "I don't want to live it either, but there is no way. There are always people who want to see if I am afraid of death. In fact, living for ten thousand years is not as good as killing happily before death and dragging a heavy-weight guy to cushion the back! Does Fellow Daoist think so?" ===== CHAPTER 1061 =====

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