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

At this time, Master Yuan Sheng shouldered the heavy responsibility and led an army of 500,000 independent cultivators, advancing towards the western border like an unstoppable torrent.

The terrain in the Western Frontier is extremely rugged, and the rolling mountains are like a sleeping dragon.

In the valley on the border between Western Xinjiang and Northern Xinjiang, there is a strange and eerie fog, with a faint pungent fishy smell in the fog.

An army of five hundred thousand independent cultivators surged toward the border like a tide, and in front of them was a valley filled with murderous intent.

When they saw the overwhelming fog, these wandering cultivators couldn't help but feel fearful. They began to whisper among themselves in the team and refused to move forward no matter what.

After all, they were very afraid of Wei Hong's name, and most of them came here with the mentality of gaining benefits. If they really lost their lives, it would be totally not worth it.

According to intelligence, Northern Xinjiang has carefully set up numerous defense lines here, and the one guarding this place is the fiercest general among the Twelve Generals Protecting the Nation - Iron-faced Shura Wei Hong.

This man was one of the twelve generals of the National Defense Army. He was extremely brutal by nature, and the martial arts he practiced were vicious and cruel. His hands were stained with the blood of countless innocent people. He was despised by the righteous monks. He later fled to the northern border and was taken under the command of Liu Yuntian.

Starting as an unknown soldier, he fought his way through mountains of swords and seas of blood, and with his ruthless means and powerful strength, he climbed all the way to his current position as one of the twelve generals protecting the country.

But if they don't take the valley, advancing from the air will be extremely conspicuous and they will most likely become sitting ducks for the National Protection Army.

For a moment, before the two armies even started fighting, chaos had already broken out here.

Yuan Sheng felt helpless at this moment.

This group of casual cultivators came from all corners of the world, with different mindsets, and each one more shrewd than the other.

They had their own little calculations in mind, fearing that if there was even the slightest headwind, this group of people would all run away.

It is really difficult for such a team to win a battle, but he has to follow Liu Yuntian's orders. If the victory seems too fake, these people will become suspicious.

It’s really hard to lead a team!

After calming down, Yuan Sheng slowly walked towards us, holding a Zen stick in his hand.

"Amitabha, all donors, please don't panic."

Master Yuan Sheng's voice was calm but powerful, ringing in everyone's ears like a huge bell, "In this world, evil cannot prevail over good. We will use justice as our sword and will surely break through this darkness."

As early as when he was in the secret realm, he had established a high prestige among the independent cultivators by virtue of his own cultivation and moral character, all for today.

Now that things have come to this, we have to move on even if we have no choice.

A casual cultivator with a frightened face looked up at Master Yuan Sheng, his eyes full of worry and awe, and said with a cupped hand: "Master, I have heard for a long time that Wei Hong is cruel by nature, and his skills are even more vicious and cruel. Now this valley is filled with strange fog. Although we are willing to follow you, we are really worried that this trip will be dangerous. Can we really break through this defense line?"

Master Yuan Sheng nodded slightly, looked towards the valley with a determined gaze, and said gently, "Donor, if your heart is toward the sun, you will not be afraid of darkness. Although Wei Hong is evil, I, the Buddha, am merciful and can save him."

"Although this fog is strange, it cannot obscure the Buddha's light. Now that we have come this far, if we retreat out of fear, not only will all our efforts be wasted, but we will also never have peace again in the future."

After saying this, he gently waved his Zen staff, and the gem on the top of the staff glowed. "We are not here to kill, but to end this endless dispute and bring peace to the world."

"If Wei Hong can put down his butcher knife, I will treat him with mercy; if he persists, I will not show mercy with the Zen stick in my hand!"

These words slightly reduced the fear in the hearts of many casual cultivators.

However, there was still a cultivator with a frown on his face who couldn't help but step forward and asked, "Master, what you said is very true, but Wei Hong has been operating in the northern border for many years. This defense line is impregnable, and he has many strange methods..."

"Although Master is a master of profound Buddhist teachings, our strengths vary greatly. I wonder if Master has a comprehensive strategy to defeat the enemy and ensure that we can escape unscathed?"

Master Yuan Sheng smiled calmly, looking at everyone, and said, "Buddhism is boundless, and no matter how things change, they still remain true to their essence."

"Everything in this world has flaws. Wei Hong's defense line looks solid, but it is actually weak inside."

"I see that you all have different skills. If you can cooperate with each other and give full play to your strengths, you will surely form a powerful synergy. Then, with the blessing of the Buddha and your efforts, why should we worry about not being able to win?"

After saying this, he swept his eyes across the crowd with determination and said loudly: "My fellow donors, I understand your concerns, but since we have come here, how can we escape unscathed if we don't fight hard?"

"Instead of standing still in fear, why not follow me and conquer evil with the army of justice? Let this Buddha's light illuminate every inch of land in Western Xinjiang! If we win this battle, not only will we be able to restore peace to the world, but you will also be recorded in history and gain supreme glory."

"Even if I am unfortunately defeated, I, Yuan Sheng, will advance and retreat with everyone and will never live alone!"

When everyone heard this, their blood was gradually ignited, their morale was greatly boosted, and they shouted in unison: "Follow the master and defeat the evil!"

Along with this earth-shaking shout, Master Yuan Sheng stepped on the Buddha's light, leading the army of independent cultivators, and marched firmly towards the valley full of dangers.

On the other side of the Northern Frontier, Wei Hong had learned the news that Yuan Sheng was leading the scattered cultivator army to attack several hours ago.

At this moment, he was standing on a high city wall, quietly waiting for Yuan Sheng's attack with an arrogant look on his face.

When he saw movement in the valley, he couldn't help but sneer, "Finally here... I've been waiting for so long!"

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the National Defense Army of the Northern Frontier surged out from both sides of the valley like a tide. At the same time, nearly three thousand Demon Wolf Cavalry in the sky also quickly gathered to guard the airspace and surrounded Yuan Sheng's large army in the fog.

It is worth mentioning that the strange fog in the valley was created by Wei Hong.

For ordinary monks, inhaling these mists will not cause any substantial harm.

However, the real danger lies in Wei Hong's martial arts. The mist is extracted from his spiritual power. As long as it senses the fluctuation of his spiritual power, the mist will instantly become violent. Once inhaled into the body, it can even achieve a hallucinogenic effect.

This hallucinogenic effect can not only be used to resist the enemy, but also affect one's own army, making them enter a violent state of fearlessness and death, thus completely stimulating the bloodiness of the army.

It was precisely because of the unique characteristics of this technique that Liu Yuntian confidently handed over the entire western defense line to him to guard.

Facing the endless stream of National Defense Army surrounding him, Master Yuan Sheng remained calm and composed, like a towering mountain. No matter how strong the wind and rain are, I will remain unmoved.

He slowly raised his head, looked toward the sky, and chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha!"

In an instant, the Buddha's light on his body suddenly bloomed. The light was pure and dazzling, like millions of suns rising at the same time, instantly illuminating the entire valley and dispersing the strange fog without a trace.

"Everyone, follow me to defeat the enemy!" Master Yuan Sheng held a Zen staff in his hand, and the gem on the top of the staff shone brightly. He was like a golden meteor, and he rushed into the enemy camp without hesitation.

As the Zen staff was swung, Buddha's light spread everywhere, and every strike contained the powerful and compassionate power of Buddhism.

The evil spirits on the Northern Frontier National Defense Army soldiers who were hit by the Buddha's light quickly dissipated. They screamed in pain and fell to the ground one after another.

However, at the moment of falling to the ground, a look of relief appeared on their faces, as if the Buddha's light not only purified their bodies but also their souls.

Everyone saw that Yuan Sheng had displayed his great power, not only breaking the fog, but also annihilating countless national defense troops.

For a moment, I couldn't help but feel that "I can do it too."

"Push forward! Push forward everyone!" Wei Hong stood on the city wall and watched Yuan Sheng dispel the mist that he was so proud of in an instant. He immediately became angry and roared with a sullen face.

When the wandering cultivators saw that Wei Hong was thrown into disarray by Yuan Sheng, they remembered Master Yuan Sheng's encouragement before the battle and their courage grew greatly.

They realized that if they could seize this opportunity, they would win the battle.

As a result, the morale of the independent cultivators was greatly boosted and they came from different places on the continent to practice various kinds of skills. For a while, the valley was filled with the light of magic.

Some casual cultivators cast water-attributed spells, and water dragons rose from the ground, rushing towards the enemy with great momentum;

Some casual cultivators cast fire spells, and raging flames burned wildly in the enemy camp, illuminating half of the sky, and the scorching heat distorted the surrounding air;

Some independent cultivators cast earth-attributed spells, and solid earth walls rose from the ground like insurmountable fortresses, blocking the enemy's attacks and creating favorable conditions for their own attack.

Seeing this, Wei Hong's eyes turned red with anger. He roared and rushed into the battlefield with a knife in hand. "Bald donkey, you ruined my good deeds, give me your life! See how I kill you today!"

His knife was filled with a thick black demonic energy, which twisted like a poisonous snake and emitted a disgusting smell.

When the wandering cultivators saw Wei Hong personally taking the field, they all withdrew their moves and retreated.

Master Yuan Sheng was not in a hurry, his expression remained calm as water. He had long anticipated the behavior of this group of casual cultivators.

Otherwise, the three holy places would not have been allowed to take the lead.

He held the Zen stick horizontally, steadily blocking Wei Hong's fierce attack, and said with compassionate eyes: "Donor, put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha right now. You have killed too many people and committed serious sins. Don't be stubborn and turn back."

Wei Hong was not willing to listen. He laughed wildly like a madman, and continued to wave his sword, launching round after round of attacks on Master Yuan Sheng.

Each strike contained all his strength, with the determination to kill, he tried to chop Master Yuan Sheng down with his sword, "Stop talking nonsense, today it's either you or me!"

The two fought back and forth for dozens of rounds.

Master Yuan Sheng skillfully fended off Wei Hong's attacks while observing his martial arts techniques, looking for flaws.

He knew very well that Wei Hong was quite powerful, and that the destructive power of a Void Refining cultivator was extremely great. If he was not careful, his companions would be affected. Therefore, he could not use his full strength easily.

Wei Hong also noticed that Master Yuan Sheng was holding back, and he became even more angry, and his attack became more fierce. "Don't hide, you bald donkey, if you have the guts, fight me with all your strength!"

Wei Hong was almost sick of this battle. It was not because the army of independent cultivators was too powerful, but because they were too cowardly.

Liu Yuntian’s order to him was that he could only lose, not win!

At the same time, he couldn't let his defeat appear too fake, which put him in a dilemma. He was afraid that he would get too excited about killing and beat back this group of rabble.

In desperation, he could only use codewords to urge Yuan Sheng to quickly deal with him.

He couldn't fight this kind of cowardly battle for even a minute.

"It seems that the donor has no intention of turning back." Yuan Sheng sighed lightly, with a trace of regret in his eyes.

At the same time, he raised his Zen stick high and muttered something.

Suddenly, a huge Buddha light descended from the sky, like a golden waterfall, accurately covering the place where the demonic energy was condensed on Wei Hong's right arm.

Wei Hong let out a shrill scream, the knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, and he collapsed to the ground.

The evil spirit on his body quickly dissipated under the illumination of the Buddha's light, revealing his originally terrified and desperate face.

As Yuan Sheng swung his Zen stick, Wei Hong was turned into a blood mist and dissipated in the air.

When the National Defense Army in the Northern Frontier saw that their commander had been defeated, the morale of the army was immediately thrown into chaos.

"The National Defense Army has been shocked by Master Yuan Sheng's Buddha light and has lost the will to fight!" Someone shouted.

Immediately afterwards, there was overwhelming cheers.

"Wei Hongdu was saved by Master Yuan Sheng!"

"Why don't you surrender quickly? Do you also want to perish along with your commander?"

The National Defense Army dropped their weapons and knelt down in surrender.

Master Yuan Sheng looked at the surrendered soldiers, clasped his hands together, and said softly: "May you change your ways from now on and never do evil again."

Afterwards, he led the scattered cultivators and the surrendered National Protection Army to successfully break through the western border defense line and continued to advance deep into the northern border.

After the army left, a cloud of gray mist quietly floated out from the valley, fell heavily to the ground, and gradually revealed Wei Hong's figure, "Ahem!"

"You damn bald ass... you were just acting, but you dared to kill him!"

"When this is over, I will chop off your hands!" Wei Hong coughed and cursed with gritted teeth, with a resentful gleam in his eyes.