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

At the same time, in Dongjiang, Nalan Yumo personally led 300,000 scattered cultivators and advanced rapidly towards Dongjiang like a sharp blade.

Dongjiang is close to the sea. The deep blue sea is like an endless piece of blue silk, shimmering with waves under the caress of the sun. It seems peaceful and harmonious, but in fact, undercurrents are surging.

Northern Xinjiang was obviously well aware of the strategic significance of Eastern Xinjiang and had deployed a large navy there.

On the sea, warships were densely arranged, and from a distance, they looked like a thick black cloud, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts, making people feel depressed and breathless.

The commander-in-chief of the East Xinjiang National Defense Army is Shui Wuchang. This female general, dressed in blue armor, has a graceful figure but exudes a fierce murderous aura, like a thorny blue enchantress.

Shui Wuchang is proficient in water-attribute magic and can control the waves at will, turning them into powerful weapons to defeat the enemy.

At this moment, Shui Wuchang stood proudly on the flagship, swung the sword in his hand violently, and muttered something.

In a flash, the originally calm sea surface suddenly turned into huge waves. The waves dozens of feet high were like ferocious beasts, rushing towards Nalan Yumo's army with overwhelming momentum.

The waves hit the shore like thunder, making a deafening roar, as if they were going to ruthlessly swallow up everything in the world.

Faced with this thrilling scene, Nalan Yumo's expression remained as calm as water, and her beautiful eyes revealed firmness and determination.

Then, she called out, "Sisters, set up the formation!"

In an instant, a group of graceful women quickly emerged from the army of casual cultivators, each holding a gorgeous flower in their hands, with an elegant and calm posture.

These women began to perform the Hundred Flowers Formation. For a moment, the rich fragrance of flowers filled the air, and the aroma was so fragrant that it seemed to turn the entire battlefield into a sea of ​​flowers.

Flowers bloomed brilliantly in the air, and the petals fell like snowflakes, then turned into bright rays of light, rushing towards the surging waves like arrows from a bow.

The light collided with the waves with a loud bang, making a deafening roar, and countless splashes of water flew up like fireworks.

Under the nervous gaze of the crowd, the waves were forcibly blocked back, turning into countless crystal water droplets that fell on the sea surface. An imminent crisis seemed to be resolved.

Shui Wuchang looked like this, her brows slightly furrowed, a hint of surprise and unwillingness flashed in her eyes.

She really didn't expect that Nalan Yumo's Hundred Flowers Formation was so exquisite that it could so easily dissolve the wave attack she carefully launched.

After a cold snort, Shui Wuchang flew up, his figure as agile as a flying swallow.

She swung the sword in her hand again, and a huge water dragon suddenly rose into the air from the sea, with its fangs and claws bared, emitting an icy and chilling aura, and pounced towards Nalan Yumo viciously.

Wherever it passed, the air seemed to be frozen instantly, forming pieces of crystal clear ice crystals, which flashed a strange and beautiful light under the reflection of the sunlight.

Nalan Yumo remained calm and composed. She gently took out a jade flute and placed it to her lips.

A melodious flute sound then rang out, like a clear spring slowly flowing in everyone's hearts, making them feel relaxed and happy.

However, beneath this melodious melody, there is a sharp aura hidden.

As the sound of the flute sounded, countless petals quickly gathered from all directions, dancing in the air like a group of lively fairies.

The petals gathered more and more, and finally intertwined to form an extremely solid petal barrier, which firmly blocked the ferocious attack of the water dragon.

The water dragon slammed heavily into the petal barrier, making a dull "bang bang" sound, but the petal barrier was as steady as a rock and did not move at all.

"Counterattack!" Nalan Yumo gave an order, his voice was crisp but full of majesty, echoing over the battlefield like a huge bell.

Upon hearing this, the wandering cultivators began to cast their own spells.

For a moment, all kinds of lights shot towards the enemy warships like meteors, and some lights were as fleeting as lightning and hit the target accurately.

After the warship was hit, a raging fire broke out instantly. The fire spread rapidly with the help of the sea breeze, illuminating the sea surface red.

On the sea, shouts and screams were intertwined, and the enemy army was suddenly thrown into chaos and confusion.

Nalan Yumo took the opportunity to lead the scattered cultivators army like a tiger descending from a mountain, quickly boarded the warship, and engaged in fierce close combat with the enemy.

Shui Wuchang fought hard on the flagship, waving his sword tightly in an attempt to turn the tide.

But under the fierce attacks of Nalan Yumo and the scattered cultivators, she gradually became powerless and could not resist.

Watching the soldiers around him fall one by one, Shui Wuchang's heart was filled with despair.

Finally, she sighed deeply, knowing that the game was over, and had no choice but to lead the remaining troops in a panic retreat.

Relying on his outstanding command and powerful strength, Nalan Yumo successfully occupied the coastal defense line of East Xinjiang and made great contributions to the Northern Expedition.

……

In Zhongzhou, the situation is also very good.

Under Liu Yuntian's meticulous planning, the Fifth Uncle Ya led an army of 1.2 million scattered cultivators out of Zhongzhou, advancing with unstoppable force all the way.

Although the Northern Frontier's defense line in the direction of Zhongzhou is extremely solid, the city walls are tall and thick, like an indestructible barrier, and every brick and stone seems to tell of its solidity.

But in front of the powerful weapon refining skills of the Fifth Uncle Ya, it seemed vulnerable.

The fifth uncle took out the magic weapon he had carefully refined - the Heaven-shaking Hammer.

This was a magic treasure he specially refined for siege purposes.

This Thunder Hammer weighs ten thousand pounds, and the hammer body is engraved with mysterious and ancient runes. The runes flash with strange light, as if containing endless power, exuding a powerful and majestic aura.

The runes moved and flickered on the hammer like living things, as if whispering ancient mysterious spells.

Diwu Shuya tightly grasped the handle of the hammer with both hands, shouted loudly, and the spiritual power in his body surged, like a surging torrent pouring into the Zhentian Hammer.

He swung the Thunder Hammer, and each blow carried a tremendous force, like a cannonball, smashing hard into the fortifications of the Northern Frontier.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Wherever the Heaven-shaking Hammer goes, the earth shakes.

The fortifications collapsed in an instant, and huge rocks flew everywhere, as if the sky was falling and the earth was splitting apart.

The National Defense Army in the Northern Frontier suffered heavy casualties under the fierce attack of the Heaven-shaking Hammer.

Some soldiers were hit directly by the rocks and died instantly, their bodies falling to the ground like broken dolls;

Some soldiers were blown away by the powerful impact and fell heavily to the ground, spitting blood and groaning in pain, like a candle in the wind, dying.

"Come on!"

The independent cultivators shouted passionate slogans with high morale. They followed closely behind Uncle Diwu and launched a charge towards the northern border defense line.

They were like a surging tide, sweeping forward with unstoppable momentum.

Although the generals of the northern border tried to organize resistance, they waved their weapons, shouted loudly, and tried their best to stabilize the morale of the army.

But under the fierce attack of the Fifth Uncle Ya and the scattered cultivators, the defense line gradually collapsed, just like a sand castle quickly disintegrating under the impact of the waves.

Diwu Shuya's army was like a steel torrent. It quickly broke through the Northern Frontier's defense line in the direction of Zhongzhou and advanced bravely towards the heart of Northern Frontier.

…………

At this time, Liu Yi was stationed in Zhongzhou, paying close attention to the movements of the three armies in the spacious and bright county magistrate's mansion.

The map in front of him was densely populated with various flags, and each flag accurately represented the real-time position of the three armies.

Flags of different colors are scattered on it in an orderly manner, like a slowly unfolding grand strategic picture scroll, carrying the changing circumstances of this war.

When he learned for sure that the three armies had successfully broken through the northern border defense line and were steadily advancing towards the hinterland of northern border, a satisfied smile appeared on Liu Yi's face.

He then injected his spiritual power into the three sound transmission stones placed on the table and issued an order: "Pass the order down, the three armies will speed up and meet up as soon as possible!"

However, what was strange was that his words were like a stone thrown into the abyss, sinking into the sea, and he received no response from the three people for a long time.

Liu Yi's brows furrowed instantly, and an indescribable uneasiness surged in his heart.

He hurriedly tried to communicate with the three people again, but still no response.

In an instant, Liu Yi's mind went blank, and a strong ominous premonition completely overwhelmed him like a surging tide.

He did not dare to delay any longer, and hurriedly used his fingers to cast a spell to communicate with the paper eagles that were responsible for observing the battlefield.

With the help of this wonderful spell, he was able to share vision with the paper eagle.

In fact, subtle abnormalities have appeared over the past few days.

At first, some strange lights and shadows flashed from time to time in the images sent back by the paper eagle. The lights and shadows flickered like ripples caused by some powerful spell, but they were fleeting each time and failed to attract enough attention.

Then, a large number of paper eagles responsible for observing the battle situation began to disappear for no reason.

Liu Yi thought that he was killed by the powerful defense force of the Northern Frontier, so he didn't pay too much attention to it.

Later on, in the images sent back by the paper eagle sent out by Liu Yi, strange flickering lights and shadows became more frequent, and there were faint signs of spatial distortion.

There is no regular pattern at the time when these lights and shadows appear. They flash by each time, making them unpredictable.

What's even more strange is that after these lights and shadows appear, the picture seen by the paper eagle will quickly become blurred, as if it is tightly shrouded by a mysterious and thick fog.

At the same time, the news coming from various armies became not only scarcer, but also more vague.

Several times, the messages Liu Yi received from the voice stone were intermittent, as if they were strongly interfered with by some powerful force, and he could only barely hear some insignificant words.

Liu Yi vaguely realized that something was very wrong. He racked his brains to try to analyze these abnormal conditions, but he could never come up with a reasonable explanation.

As long as the Northern Expedition goes smoothly, Liu Yi will just muddle along.

It was not until this moment when he completely lost contact with the army that he began to ponder the various anomalies that had occurred before.

At this moment, more than a dozen paper eagles quickly dispersed in the border area of ​​​​the northern border, searching for the traces of the three armies.

However, as the search deepened, Liu Yi's fear became more and more intense.

Nearly two million monks just disappeared out of thin air?!

A thought suddenly flashed through his mind - could it be that Mr. Liu took action?

But Mr. Liu has always stood firmly on his side and there is no way he would attack the army of independent cultivators.

"Liu Yi..."

The sudden sound was like a heavy hammer, which frightened Liu Yi severely.

He came to his senses and found that the voice came from the sound transmission stone.

"I know you can hear me." The voice came from the sound transmission stone again.

He was very familiar with this voice, it was Fang Qing's voice!

His hand trembled involuntarily and reached slowly towards the sound stone, but the moment he was about to touch it, he suddenly pulled it back as if he had been electrocuted.

This sound transmission stone belongs to the Fifth Uncle. Could it be that the Fifth Uncle has been captured by Fang Qing? !

"What? You don't dare to face me?" This time, Fang Qing's voice came from Nalan Yumo's sound transmission stone.

A drop of cold sweat slowly slid down Liu Yi's forehead. Could it be that Master Nalan was also defeated? !

"Since you don't care about them, I will slaughter all three armies."

Then, this sentence came from Yuan Sheng's voice stone.

All three sound transmission stones actually fell into Fang Qing's hands!

Liu Yi's heart sank suddenly, and a feeling of fear arose spontaneously.

But soon, he suppressed this fear.

The person behind him is Liu Gong!

The strongest and wisest man standing at the top of the continent.

With Liu Gong around, he has nothing to fear!

Thinking of this, Liu Yi took a deep breath, picked up any sound transmission stone, slowly injected spiritual power into it, and after a long silence, he couldn't help but ask: "How did you do it?"

"Want to know?" Fang Qing paused deliberately, "Then come to Beijiang to see me in person."

Liu Yi tightly grasped the sound transmission stone. He could even feel Fang Qing laughing at him with the corner of his mouth raised. For a moment, he felt mixed emotions, but he had no choice at this moment.

He knew very well that if he wanted to find out what kind of misfortune the three armies had encountered and save the lives of nearly two million monks, he had to follow Fang Qing's instructions and go to the northern border in person.

Along the way, Liu Yi was extremely anxious. He used all his skills and tried his best to speed up his journey.

Finally, he stepped into the territory of the northern border.

As soon as he landed, he immediately began a detailed investigation along the route that the army of independent cultivators had previously advanced.

However, what frustrated him was that along the way, apart from some common traces of war, he did not find any clues that could explain the defeat and disappearance of the army.

Just when Liu Yi felt confused and helpless, Fang Qing's slightly teasing voice came from the sound transmission stone again, guiding him to a city.

Although Liu Yi was full of doubts, he still followed the instructions.

When he arrived at the city, the scene before him shocked him.

The whole city was like a huge ruin, filled with suffocating silence.

Broken walls and ruins can be seen everywhere, and collapsed houses are piled up in a haphazard manner, as if silently telling the story of the tragedy that once happened.

The streets were in a mess, with broken weapons and blood-stained clothes scattered all over the ground.

Liu Yi stepped into the city cautiously. Each step was extremely heavy. The gravel under his feet made a crisp yet harsh sound, which seemed particularly abrupt in this atmosphere that was as silent as a tomb.

The further he walked in, the more he felt a strange and eerie atmosphere pervading the surroundings.

Suddenly, he became acutely aware that the space around him seemed to have undergone subtle and strange changes, as if he had stepped into a completely different world.

Liu Yi was shocked and realized instantly that the only person in the entire continent who could use such means was Liu Yuntian.

An ominous premonition quickly enveloped his heart like a dark cloud, and he involuntarily quickened his pace.

When Liu Yi finally entered this new world, the scene before him made his eyes widen in anger, and his heart was filled with tremendous rage and shock.

I saw the army of scattered cultivators tied up together densely, like lambs to be slaughtered.

Their bodies were tightly bound by ropes that were flickering with a faint light. The ropes cut deeply into their skin, leaving horrifying blood marks.

Everyone's cultivation was completely blocked, and the spiritual energy in their bodies was so weak that it was almost non-existent.

Their faces were filled with fear, despair and helplessness.

Some monks had empty eyes, as if they had lost hope of survival;

Some monks bit their lips tightly, blood slowly flowing down the corners of their mouths, trying hard to suppress the pain and anger in their hearts;

Some monks were sobbing quietly, their bodies shaking uncontrollably, and fear was spreading among the crowd like a plague.

Even though nearly two million monks were crowded together, there was no life or energy. The whole scene was like a tragic picture of purgatory, which made Liu Yi gasp and feel a pang of pain in his heart.

At this moment, a melodious yet somewhat complacent laughter was heard. Liu Yi looked up and saw Fang Qing sitting leisurely on the gorgeous sedan chair, with the corners of his mouth raised high, revealing a confident smile of victory, as if he had already expected that Liu Yi would step into this carefully laid trap.

"Liu Yi, this game of chess... seems to be won by Ben Xiang."