You are already cultivating immortality, who would fight with you alone?

"Thank you for the compliment, Senior Wuji."

Nalan Yumo had a blank expression on his face, but a trace of determination flashed in his eyes. He retorted, "As the saying goes, people go to high places, and water flows to low places."

She raised her head slightly, with a hint of disdain in her tone, "Although I bear the reputation of being a traitor, I am still better than your direct disciple. Back then, he was also a famous and outstanding figure on the continent, but he died in the chaos of the battle without any clear reason."

She paused, a mocking smile on her lips, "Being drowned by stray arrows, and in the end, even the bodies could not be found, how can such an ending be considered good?"

"As for Senior Lin Ying... this world is full of intrigues and deceptions. How can he fight against us when he is inferior in skills?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Liu Yi and Diwu Shuya took a deep breath, looked embarrassed, and subconsciously looked at Wuji.

Not to mention that Nalan Yumo is only at the peak of the Refining Void stage now, even if she reaches the Mahayana stage, there is still an insurmountable gap between her and Wuji.

They really couldn't understand why Nalan Yumo dared to talk to Wuji like this.

Wuji's face instantly turned gloomy, murderous intent flashed across his eyes, and the aura around him suddenly became icy cold, as if the wind in this cold night was frightened by his anger and began to howl even more violently.

Seeing the increasingly tense atmosphere on the field, Diwu Shuya was secretly anxious. He hurried forward, clasped his hands together, and said with an apologetic smile: "Yumo, did Yuntian ask you to come here this time?"

As expected, when Liu Yuntian was mentioned, the frosty expression on Wuji's face suddenly eased a little.

Nalan Yumo turned around, looking serious, and nodded, "Yes, Liu Yuntian once said that after so many disputes, the world is no longer the world of one person and one family. Now all forces are changing. If there are those who want to achieve great things, they can compete for Daliang with their own abilities."

She paused slightly, her eyes firm, "He has no intention of monopolizing this beam, but anyone who wants a piece of it can take it."

Having said that, she paused for a moment, glanced at Wuji, and then continued: "Although my Baihua Holy Land has gone through hardships and has fallen into decline, at least it still exists in the world. Since Daliang is being divided up, my Baihua Holy Land should have a share!" The last words were obviously a response to Wuji's previous ridicule.

Although she gained power by betraying her master, the Holy Land of Hundred Flowers was able to survive after all.

On the other hand, although Wuji was invincible in the world, the grass on the graves of those who were once loyal to him is now taller than their heads.

"Yumo! Don't be rude!" Fifth Uncle Ya frowned and scolded harshly.

He finally managed to change the subject, but Nalan Yumo was stubborn by nature and refused to give in, bringing the conversation back.

The atmosphere, which had just relaxed slightly, instantly became tense again.

Liu Yi secretly felt a headache and raised his hand to cover his face.

Such a situation had never occurred under Liu Yuntian's rule. Faced with such a situation, he really didn't know how to persuade them.

After all, he knew nothing about the many past events involved in their conversation, and it was difficult to tell right from wrong. After thinking it over, he felt that keeping silent was the best policy at this time.

At this time, the cold wind was howling on the cliff top, making everyone's clothes rustle, as if it was also howling because of the tense atmosphere.

"Master! The fellow Taoists are all ready, just waiting for your order!"

At this time, a monk dressed as a scholar flew up the cliff. In the howling cold wind, he looked solemn and bowed respectfully to Liu Yi.

This announcement just dispelled the strange and tense atmosphere.

Liu Yi took a deep breath and looked firmly in the direction of his upcoming action. He thought to himself that this ambush must be successful in one go and he must not let everyone down.

We must fight to demonstrate our morale, otherwise the subsequent millions of national defense troops will be nothing but empty talk.

He nodded slightly and said loudly: "Okay!"

He just wanted to take advantage of the situation. He really didn't want his own side to start fighting internally before the battle even started.

I saw him flipping his hands quickly, and the talismans were crushed under his powerful fingertips and scattered in the air.

Confetti flew all over the sky like snowflakes, flashing strange lights in the dim moonlight.

Liu Yi was fully focused, muttering to himself and making quick hand gestures.

In an instant, the scraps of paper seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and began to move, gradually transforming into tiny but cold mosquitoes, buzzing as they flew towards the ranks of the National Protection Army below.

The marching troops of the National Protection Army were like a winding black dragon, moving slowly under the moonlight.

Their marching formation was extremely rigorous, with scouts and advance troops leading the way in the front, cavalry riding on red-flame demon wolves guarding the rear and in the air, and the main force staying firmly in the middle and moving forward slowly.

Such a layout is obviously well considered to prevent ambushes.

After all, if you only march in the air, once there is an ambush on land, you will not only face attacks from the front and back, but also be surrounded from all sides.

After getting the information from Diwu Shuya, Liu Yi decided to ambush the large force in the middle after careful consideration.

The plan was to remain in place when scouts and advance troops passed by, and to launch an attack immediately as soon as the main force of the National Protection Army arrived!

This attack must be quick, and the main force must be dealt a heavy blow before the cavalry and the advance troops return to provide support!

"what is that?"

A scout who was roaming around outside quickly spotted Liu Yi's origami mosquito.

Rather than origami mosquitoes, they were more like fireflies. Each of those insects flashed with Liu Yi's special golden aura, like a golden torrent across the sky, and was extremely conspicuous in the night.

He hesitated for only a moment, but his vigilance from years of military career made him make the best choice.

He quickly took out a huge bugle from his storage bag, took a deep breath, expanded his lungs, and then blew it in one breath.

This horn is made from the horns of giant-horned yaks, and each horn is taken from a yak that is at least in the foundation-building stage.

The horns of cows are not only hard to damage, but also have an extremely loud sound.

“Woo——”

“Woo——”

“Woo——”

When one horn blows, a hundred horns sound together.

"Enemy attack, form a battle line!" The leading general had a solemn expression on his face, with a hint of determination in his eyes. His years of experience in battles allowed him to quickly judge the urgency of the situation, and he made a prompt decision and shouted out orders.

Not only that, the sergeants who heard the general's order must also repeat the general's order loudly to ensure that the sergeants further behind can receive the order in time.

"Enemy attack, form a battle array!"

"Enemy attack, form a battle array!"

"Enemy attack, form a battle array!"

After the entire army shouted three times, they lined up and waited.

Liu Yi looked at the scouts who had discovered his army of paper worms, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly. He was not surprised at this scene at all, because the paper worms' mission had been accomplished!

These paper worms spread out as fast as meteors, and flew into the center of the National Defense Army formation like a prairie fire. The next second, they exploded instantly as if the sky was falling and the earth was splitting apart!

Huge fireworks exploded in the heart of the "long dragon", and the night sky was instantly illuminated by the light, as if it were daytime, reflecting the tense faces of the soldiers.

The surrounding trees trembled under the impact of the air waves, and the leaves rustled, as if they were also shaking because of this brutal battle.

Chaos is imminent.

"Hold the formation, don't panic, use the spiritual shield!" The general frowned, his heart burning with anxiety. He knew that it was crucial to stabilize the formation at this moment, so he shouted loudly.

After many shield soldiers holding spiritual shields were killed in the explosion, their comrades around them immediately took over without hesitation.

The shields quickly merged together, emitting dazzling spiritual light, forming a huge spiritual barrier that tightly wrapped the entire army.

The subsequent paper worms crashed into the barrier like moths to a flame, and exploded outside the barrier with a dull sound.

But the paper worms' attack was just a prelude. The real main course was the army of wandering cultivators that followed like a surging tide.

In an instant, countless armies of independent cultivators swarmed in from all directions like a broken dam.

On the battlefield, the sound of explosions was still deafening, intertwined with the murderous roars of the wandering cultivators, and a brutal melee broke out.

The flashes of swords and sabers crisscrossed the crowd like sharp lightning.

The spear thrust out as swiftly as a poisonous snake, easily piercing through bodies one after another, blood gushing out, staining the cold ground red;

The broadsword chopped down with tremendous force, and the head rolled in the dust like falling melons. The hot blood gushing from the neck dyed the ground beneath his feet even more crimson.

Broken arms and limbs flew everywhere, and the sounds of shouting, screaming, and weapons clashing were heard, interweaving into a cruel and tragic song on the battlefield.

However, despite the large number of independent cultivators, including some with high levels of cultivation, they were ultimately unable to contend with this disciplined national defense army.

The independent cultivators had no formation at all, and only a small part of them rushed forward, while most of them were still trying their best to fly closer from the back.

A general had a stern expression and sharp eyes as he scanned the battlefield. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a confident smile.

He raised his hand and gave a decisive order: "Prepare to shoot!" Then, he commanded the crossbow army to slowly aim the crossbow carts at the subsequent enemies.

In his opinion, the group of independent cultivators who rushed up first were nothing to be feared. As long as the subsequent reinforcements were cut off, this mob would collapse in an instant.

Not only the crossbow troops, but the archers also closely surrounded the crossbows.

They knew very well that close combat was not their strong point, so they simply left their backs to the sword and shield soldiers who were ready for battle behind them.

At this moment, they, together with the crossbow army, drew their bows and arrows, ready to fire.

A soldier of the National Protection Army gritted his teeth and had a firm look in his eyes. Even though his comrades kept falling beside him, he still thrust out the spear steadily without flinching.

The wandering cultivator's eyes were red, and he roared like a hungry wolf, waving the long sword in his hand wildly, as if he wanted to chop everything in front of him into pieces. Regardless of the multiple injuries on his body, he still rushed towards the national defense army formation regardless of everything.

"Fire!" With the general's order, thousands of arrows from powerful crossbows and bows were fired at the army of scattered cultivators like a swarm of locusts.

To Wuji, this scene of war and killing seemed to have happened again yesterday. Every scream and every streak of blood hit his heart like a hammer.

At this moment, his eyes were fixed on the battlefield, his hands were unconsciously clenched into fists, his nails were deeply embedded in the skin, and the bright red blood slowly flowed down through the fingers.

Liu Yi was also moved by the tragic scenes on the battlefield. The tension and worry in his heart surged like a tide. He could no longer hold back and was about to join the battlefield, just wanting to save as many people as possible.

Just as Liu Yi was about to charge into the battlefield,

"slow!"

The fifth uncle rushed forward and stopped Liu Yi.

"They can't stop this rain of arrows! The National Defense Army is equipped with all the spiritual treasure crossbows and arrows from your weapon refining holy land. The arrowheads are quenched with poison. Once they are shot, even the most advanced cultivators will be paralyzed instantly and lose their combat effectiveness."

On the battlefield, thick smoke billowed, flames shot up into the sky, and shouts and screams were intertwined.

The advance of the army of independent cultivators was blocked by the tight defense of the National Protection Army, while the crossbows and feather arrows were shot at them like a swarm of locusts.

The Fifth Uncle Ya just chuckled. Since he had no face, Liu Yi could not see any expression on his face. "You also said... These spiritual treasure crossbows came from my weapon refining holy land!"

Liu Yi seemed to have thought of something and quickly turned his gaze back to the battlefield to confirm his thoughts.

The rain of arrows from the sky was like a black curtain of death, rapidly pressing down on the army of wandering cultivators. Fear instantly spread among the crowd, and everyone wanted to turn around and retreat.

However, when the first arrow touched the protective aura of a casual cultivator, it shattered like a fragile piece of paper. Immediately afterwards, countless arrows disintegrated and turned into debris that scattered all over the ground.

The independent cultivators were stunned at first, then burst into ecstasy, while exclamations were heard from the National Defense Army.

Liu Yi looked at Diwu Shuya again with shock, but he just stretched out a finger and scratched his face, explaining helplessly: "The corrupt officials in the Daliang court embezzled money at every level, and when the funds were sent to the weapon refining holy land, there was not even enough material to make 100,000 arrows."

"We can only superficially agree to the request to build 5 million sets, but in reality we will pass off inferior products as good ones. This way, we will not openly disobey orders, and at the same time, we can weaken the strength of the National Defense Army to a certain extent..."

Everyone's eyes were still filled with shock, so he had to pretend to be calm, put his hands behind his back, and said confidently, "They threatened us in the name of Yuntian and asked us to make 5 million sets. We had no choice but to do this."

The corner of Liu Yi's mouth twitched slightly, and he thought to himself that although this approach might be a bit of a trick, it was also unavoidable.

This shoddy product actually directly led to the 100,000-strong National Defense Army falling into danger, but in terms of culpability, the corrupt officials in the court were the real culprits who killed them.

The craftsmanship of the holy land of weapon refining has always been obvious to all, but "a good cook cannot cook without rice".

When the National Protection Army saw that the crossbows were so ineffective, their formation was immediately thrown into chaos.

When the army of independent cultivators saw this, their morale was greatly boosted, and they took advantage of the situation to rush towards the National Protection Army like a tide, with shouts of killing resounding through the sky again.

"The Nine Ministers are harming me! The Prime Minister is harming me!!!"

The general of the National Protection Army turned pale, his eyes wide open, and he roared in despair.

His face was filled with resentment and anger, and the long sword in his hand was waving unconsciously, as if to cut off this sudden change.

"Protect the general!" The guards shouted, trying to protect the general in the chaos.

"General, morale has been lost, quickly order a retreat!" A deputy general advised anxiously, his eyes full of worry.

"Haha, these hawks and dogs have lost their support and are vulnerable. Fellow Daoists, follow me and kill them together!" The leading cultivator had an arrogant smile on his face, greed flashing in his eyes, and shouted loudly.

After saying that, he suddenly drew out the sharp blade from his waist, and rushed towards the National Defense Army formation as fast as lightning: "Kill them! The equipment they carry are all top-quality treasures!"

When the scattered cultivators heard this, their morale was boosted and they all shouted and followed.

Some were happy and some were worried. For a moment, the situation reversed instantly.

The National Defense Army, who had been smiling confidently just now, was now in extreme fear.

They looked terrified, and their originally neat formation was now in chaos.

Some soldiers stared blankly at the broken crossbows in their hands, not knowing what to do;

Some ran around in panic, trying to find cover.

The wandering cultivators who had been scared away by the rain of arrows now rushed in like hungry wolves, waving their weapons and killing indiscriminately.