Chapter 742

Such cultivation, if placed before the arrival of this great age of contention, when Yunzhou had not yet returned.

Our Wu Dang would have been enough to reign supreme over the Great Ming Wu Lin.

But now, this bit of strength—

To say nothing of facing the Long Xiang Seng head-on, whether we can even get before him is still unknown."

This is no exaggeration meant to scare people.

The Long Xiang Seng holds an exalted position in the Great Yuan and is extremely loyal.

The Great Yuan will surely spare no effort to protect him.

Amid thousands of troops and horses, what could the Wu Dangqixia do to even meet the Long Xiang Seng?

"Then does this grudge just get written off like that?"

Mo Shenggu ground his teeth, the veins on his forehead bulging, clearly furious within.

"You! Oh, you!"

Song Yuanqiao finally spoke; he only heard him say,

"Now our Master, Zhang Zhenren, is honored as one of the Seven Dragon Heads of the Qinglong Society.

Do you think that old man feels less pain than we do?

Once this news broke, I'm afraid the old Master has already set off on the road to the Great Yuan."

"Exactly!"

Zhang Songxi, known for his cunning and resourcefulness, and being closer to Song Yuanqiao,

"When it comes to revenge, I'm afraid Master alone is more than enough."

Although Zhang Sanfeng's ranking on the Heavenly Dao Golden List lags far behind the Long Xiang Seng,

in the hearts of the Wu Dangqixia, Zhang Sanfeng is the very synonym of invincibility.

"No! Master is Master, and we are us!"

Zhang Cuishan, who had been silent for a long time, finally stepped forward,

"Perhaps the moment old Master arrives, that Long Xiang Seng will bow his head and await death, not even daring to resist.

But right now, Master's identity is, first, one of the Seven Dragon Heads of the Qinglong Society, and only second, the founder of Wu Dang.

The Wu Dangpai was destroyed right before the eyes of you and me, the seven brothers.

This face, Master can certainly help us recover.

But if we rely on him, and next time something like this happens, do we keep leaning on him?

Since we have already styled ourselves the Wu Dangqixia, then a matter like this should be ended by us."

"Then tell us, how should it be ended?"

Song Yuanqiao wanted nothing more than to go kill the Long Xiang Seng himself.

After all, that old bald thief destroyed the Wu Dangpai of which he, Song Yuanqiao, was the Weizhang Sect.

Although he, Song Yuanqiao, had narrowly escaped death, he had practically been nailed to the pillar of shame.

"This…"

Zhang Cuishan was briefly stunned, then said firmly,

"Master once passed down the True Warrior Seven-Section Array, saying that as long as the seven of us form this array,

it would take at least forty-nine experts of the same level working together to break it.

Now this array's power should still be intact.

Why don't we, by relying on this array, fight our way to the Long Xiang Seng.

Even if we cannot kill him, it would still be better than sitting around waiting for Master to act!"

"Good! I'll go with Fifth Brother!"

Yu Lianzhou was the first to stand, showing his support.

"Count me in."

Mo Shenggu was immensely excited.

"Second Brother, Fifth Brother, and Seventh Brother are all going—how could it be without me, Yin Liting?"

Yin Liting also smiled faintly and stepped forward.

Song Yuanqiao, Zhang Songxi, and Yu Daiyan exchanged glances, then all laughed.

"Together, together! Even if it's a mountain of blades or a sea of flames, at worst our brothers die together!"

"Very good, very good!"

At that moment, a figure suddenly appeared in the True Warrior Great Hall.

"And you are, sir?"

Song Yuanqiao saw that the newcomer had appeared without a sound, knew this person's cultivation was likely above their own, and was quite courteous.

"I was entrusted by a friend to come give you something."

The man smiled calmly, then drew seven books from his bosom and handed them out one by one.

"I hope you won't let yourselves down, nor let down that friend of mine."

After saying this, the man once again vanished without a trace.

547 Why am I the only one exposed?

Since the fall of Hetao and the seizure of the various passes of Yinshan,

and with the good news from Yanmen Pass, Borhu's army fled in panic and no longer attacked Yanmen Pass,

for a time, the Great Tang received a flood of victories.

Under Seeing Di Renjie's deployment, the various armies formed an iron wall and pressed tightly toward Youzhou.

This time, so long as Youzhou is recovered and Mu Huali's army is annihilated here,

then the border of the Great Tang can be kept safe for at least ten years.

Mu Huali was also greatly troubled, but he knew that the only course of action now was to capture Lanruo Temple.

Break the seal of the Yinyue Cave Heaven, release the Yinyue Dynasty to join forces with them.

Then the Great Yuan would redeploy other main forces to coordinate with him from within and without, and could once again breach the Yinshan Pass.

If it could be done, then it would be a great victory for the Great Yuan over the Great Tang.

The key to all of this lay in this Lanruo Temple.

Therefore, since that day when the assault on the mountain failed and they were bewildered by the maze formation,

Mu Huali was not discouraged. Instead, he transferred as many experts and elites as possible from armies on all fronts to come and besiege this place.

Someone suggested that the maze formation most likely relied on mountain rocks, trees, and grass as its medium.

Mu Huali immediately ordered the army to set the mountain on fire directly.

Starting a fire is far easier than putting one out.

The blaze was lit in an instant on this side, spreading up the mountain.

At first the fire grew fiercer and fiercer, as if it truly intended to burn this mountain away.

But when the blaze reached halfway up the mountain, a sudden downpour came out of nowhere.

This downpour was rarely seen in the world, almost like water poured from a ladle.

Before long, the fire the Yuan army had finally managed to kindle was extinguished.

After the blaze was put out, the Yuan army discovered to their astonishment that the trees and grass on the mountain had once again stood before them, completely renewed.

Sorcery!

This was what the majority of the Yuan army's officers and men called this bizarre phenomenon.

But the Long Xiang Seng told Mu Huali that among the Daoist Daoist arts, there were rain-summoning spells.

As the introduction on the Heavenly Dao Golden List stated, that Azure Dragon Divine General could command three thousand thunder strikes.

As for summoning wind and rain, that was clearly a trivial matter as well.

Mu Huali found this reasonable and immediately asked what should be done.

But the Long Xiang Seng had once nearly failed even to cultivate Wu Gong, let alone having any way to deal with a formation of Qi Men Dun Jia such as this.

With no choice, Mu Huali once again followed his subordinates' suggestion.

Since fire wouldn't work, then they'd blast it with cannons directly.

The cannons here were naturally not gunpowder cannons.

Rather, they were boulder-throwing catapults crafted by the skilled craftsmen the Great Yuan had gathered.